#ficfacers2020

[sketching-fox]

Comission done (cropped so Tumvlr dont delete my post) for @xharuka17x, one of my bidders on Fic Facer 2020.

Her request was to draw this scene from her fic Eucalyptus!

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[tsusagi]

Hey!

Here's my second contribution to the 2020 @ficfacers charity auction! Thanks to all the participants !

I am grateful to the two people who have chosen me to carry out their requests.

request for Susan N

Special Requests (Within What the Artist Has Said They'll Do) :

I'd love TFW 2.0 sitting on a beach enjoying their retirement after defeating Chuck. Hawaiian shirts and mixed drinks would be nice.

[kingdumbass]

Hey, guys! Back again with a new fic. Written for the Fic Facers 2020 Auction, this fic is unlike my usual fare with almost no angst or heartache! Just a decent sized helping of pining, a dash of fluff, and a side order of smut. Hope you like it, cheesy jokes aside, and let me know what you think in the comments! Xx 😎🤙🏻🩲

@ficfacers

Summary:

Castiel has got it bad for his college roommate Dean, but Dean would never fall for a guy like Castiel... Would he?

Pairing: Castiel/Dean, background Dean/Lisa

Rated: E

Words: 13,871

Tags: College AU, Roommates AU, Fluff and Smut, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Panty Kink, Lame Attempt at Humor

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[ficfacers]

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[homespon]

My three art pieces for the Fic Facer$ 2020 Auction. Thanks, everyone!

[nickelkeep]

I’m at it again! I’m offering up two lots for @ficfacers‘ 2020 Auction!

You can find my page HERE.

For every $10 you bid, you’re guaranteed 1,000 words!

We have some amazing creatives in this year’s auction, so there’s sure to be something to wet your whistle!

[castielscarma]

Aim Straight

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25535833/chapters/61958800 The first chapter in my 2020 @ficfacers fic is up! Rating: E. Light angst, fake relationship, case fic,  The wind near the edge of the cliff is a violent thing. As Dean peers down at the waters of Jocassee lake, he sees the jagged wall of the cliff that plummets sharply down. There are no sandy beaches below, just the quiet of the waters and the howling wind. Dean turns his gaze to the right. He can see the green trees of the forest lining up along the edge of the cliff but further away the cliff isn't so steep and the distance to the lake is a mere five feet. He shakes his head. Why on earth did Dan Kippen decide to hang his... message here of all places? “I don't see anything, officer.” “It's easy to miss. The forensics has already taken down the larger part of the banner but you see, down there, at that rock that pokes out?” Dean narrows his eyes and thinks he sees a cloth flapping in the wind. He imagines seeing the red streaks of blood but knows it must be in his head. Dan's body is already cleared and chilling in a box until someone can look at it. “So he tried to hang the banner in the middle of nowhere and plummeted to his death?” Brief affront flashes on officer Graham's face before he speaks. “I assure you, Mr. Stark, this is not in the middle of nowhere. It might feel so for you big town folk – “ “He meant no offense officer.” Graham glances at Sam. “Alright, Mr. Banner. As I was saying, he was apparently trying to hang a banner up, slipped, and fell to his death.” Dean clicks his tongue. “And why would Mr. Kippen propose like that to Miss – “ “Miss Megalyn Julie,” Graham answers. “No idea sir, that's what we're trying to find out.” Dean nods. “Can we see the evidence you gathered so far, and take a look at Mr. Kippen? Was he from around?” “Yes. From Pickens, just an hour south. Where our office is located.” He pauses and licks his lips. “And I'll gladly let you take a peek at the evidence. With the other suspicious event happening in Pickens, folks are antsy you see. I really hope these cases are not connected.” Sam interjects. “There's been another case like this?” “Well, not like this, everyone is alive.” The officer shakes his head. “Just not right you see. Mr. and Mrs. Krushnic were on the brink of divorce – it was curse words flying, furniture being tossed out, the prized tomato plant being vandalized – “ “The prized tomato plant?” “Yes, Mr. Banner. And now they're all... really happy.” “Happy? That's suspicious? That they're happy?” Graham looks down for a second. “It's difficult to explain. But I've been an officer for many years in this town. I know when something is off, sir. And something is off with the Krushnics. I was thinking maybe non-locals would be able to help. They might talk more easily with someone if they don't think we're poking around.” Dean arches an eyebrow. “When you say off, you mean off as in ax murder off or off as in they wear knitted vests?” “Maybe both?” Read the rest on ao3! Comments, kudos, reblogs and constructive criticism is much appreciated.

[verobatto]

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