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knottylovessabriel replied to your post “So I have an idea for an Avengers AU, but I have no clue where to go...”
thoughts say this is amazing, and even with the shit tony is giving him, Tony /still/ offers to help, to (even without the serum) make him something that will help him be physically strong because he sure as hell doesn't need help any other way but Steve declines and uses his brain instead of his back and that's how they save the world from Loki?
knottylovessabriel replied to your post “Thanks, @knottylovessabriel, @out-there-on-the-maroon, and...”
Also would it maybe be possible to maybe prompt some Team Free Love? Going to a shelter and adopting a dog together maybe? (if you just want to do my first promt that's ok too)
(A dog, you say?)
“I’m going to be sneezing all the time,” Dean grumbled.
Gabriel slipped his hand into Dean’s back pocket. “But honey, I promised to bribe you on a daily basis.”
Dean glared at him. There were so many dogs barking in the background.
“With sexual favours,” Gabriel clarified.
Dean rolled his eyes. “You always bribe with sexual favours.”
Gabriel stared at him dolefully, and clapped at hand to his heart. “Mon petit ami! Are you calling me predictable!”
“Don’t use your Latino wiles on me,” Dean grumbled.
Gabriel sighed noisily. Castiel looked back over his shoulder, with the expression he always wore when he wasn’t quite sure whether he was missing a joke.
“That was French,” he said, with a question mark hovering vaguely around the end of his sentence.
“French is from Latin,” said Dean, “right?”
Sam sighed noisily, and tugged at Castiel’s arm. “So, we want a big dog, okay? Don’t get distracted. Big dogs hardly ever get adopted which is totally unfair and on average they have milder temperaments anyway and we’re all physically strong enough to deal with training it out of any bad habits and we don’t have kids or small animals that could—“
Castiel slipped his arm back through Sam’s, because it was one of the casual things he did that made Dean blush furiously. “I’m not convinced that it should be a dog, Sam. Given how often we’re away unexpectedly, sometimes for days on end, an animal who is less emotionally dependent on the presence of its family—and who is less likely to bolt all of its food in one setting—“
“You guys go on,” ordered Gabriel loudly, plonking himself down on his butt in front of one cage containing a wiry-haired belligerent-looking terrier and her two puppies. “I’ve found our guy. But hey, argue as much as you like. Work out your sexual tension. This girl’s coming home with us, aren’t you, lass? You’re mine.”
“Hey,” said Dean, when Castiel and Sam turned on him with matching reproachful stares, “not on archangel duty. Not my fault.”
The terrier huddled into the farthest corner of her cage, standing over her babies, and glared at Gabriel’s fingers. Gabriel beamed besottedly.
“Look,” said Sam gently, “I get it, okay, Gabriel? I know when they’ve got babies with them it’s hard not to—“
Castiel tugged at Sam’s sleeve.
“… not a cat, Cas,” said Sam with a sigh. “Dean’s allergic, remember? we’ve talked about this.”
“But Sam,” said Castiel earnestly, patting back at the curious grey paw stretching through the bar to bat at his finger, “he has Dean’s eyes.”
“… no. No, it has a cat’s eyes.”
Castiel made a rude noise. Sam looked appalled at him, while snickering.
Gabriel crooned to the cautious terrier.
Dean sighed even more loudly.
“… Oh my—guys,” whispered Sam, with indescribable reverence. “This poor old guy right here, he—“
He was an ageing golden retriever crossed with something big, maybe some kind of shepherd or mountain dog, but his eyes were meltingly soft and pleading, and his tail thumped on the floor, and his muzzle was grey, and the way he smiled and ducked his muzzle turned Sam’s face into goo.
Dean sighed loudly, and turned away from what he’d been looking at.
“Okay, fine,” he said. “Go on. The big old dog, that’s what you want? Let’s get it. Fine.”
Castiel’s face fell. Sam looked worried, but hopeful.
Gabriel shot to his feet, stuck his hands in his pockets, and laughed.
“Uh-uh, big boy. What Sam wants? Only rules one night in four.
“Gabriel,” hissed Sam, shooting a mortified look in the direction of the shelter volunteers.
Gabriel waved him silent. “See, bucko, the reason this works? We’re all a damned mess, right? but we all make space for all the fuck-ups that each of the others are. And one thing we ain’t lacking in the bunker? Space. And one thing all these animals want? Family. You too. If I’m not mistaken, and I never am.”
“Oh,” said Castiel quietly; and he put his hand back through the bars to rub them against the muzzle of the lonely grey cat.
“Uh,” said Sam. ‘You suggesting that we adopt them all?”
Gabriel smirked. “Don’t pretend to argue, Sassy.”
Sam stared longingly at the rows of cages. “Dean’s allergic.”
Dean cleared his throat.
They all turned to look at him.
He was sitting on the ground. He had five orphaned kittens crawling in and out of his shirt.
“I, uh,” he said. “There’s, uh—medication? And also, y’know. Uh. Angels.”
A kitten climbed up his shoulder and did its best to murder his hair. Dean captured her very carefully, and relocated her to his lap, where she redirected her efforts toward his boot.
“Also,” said Sam brightly, after a moment of dead silence, “the more pets we have the more able they are to look after each other while we’re away? Emotionally, I mean. Y’know. Family. And all that.”
Castiel patted his arm. “That is an excellent idea.”
Dean blushed, and grinned at the kitten trying to claw his knee open.
Gabriel just smirked at puppies and declared loudly that every guy in his life was a total pushover and he’d known it all along.
knottylovessabriel replied to your post “okay guys. taking fluff prompts. because I think we all need fluff.”
I had the hardest time thinking of this, because of the pain. But. Sabriel, of Sam and Gabe getting married? Laughing, smiling, the whole room filled with supportive family and friends? Mebbe?
... sort of.
Dean threw his arms around Sam and thumped him painfully on the back, in a totally manly and unemotional way.
“Just so you know,” he said, eyes shining with unemotional mantears, “I have so many embarrassing diaper stories rehearsed for my best man speech.”
Sam patted him on the shoulder, and grinned at him with the soppy grin he didn’t seem able to shake today. “Dude. I’d expect nothing less.”
Dean pulled back enough to look him up and down, in his smart navy tux with peach trimmings. “So, uh. You realise your groom is an archangel who can see through walls, so the whole ‘not seeing the bride before the ceremony’ shit is kinda screwed?”
Sam smacked him in the arm. “Pretty sure he’s been ogling me since, like, eight last night. Also? Not a bride,” he repeated, for what was probably the five-hundredth time in the last few months. “That’s kinda the point of a guy-guy marriage. Which you might notice if you and Cas ever, y’know—“
Dean coughed and turned a bit purple. Fortunately for him, there was a sudden distraction in the form of a red-headed blur streaking toward Sam and flinging her arms around his midsection and squealing.
“Uh?” said Sam.
“Omigod, guys!” said Charlie, turning her face up toward Sam, all starry-eyed. “I can’t believe you did it! Congrats! This is so awesome! And there must be so many fans out there collecting on you being pan, Sam!”
Sam blushed.
“… Charlie,” said Dean carefully. “You’re… you know, dead. I mean, not that I’m one to talk, but—“
“Uh,” said Chuck from the door, and wiggled his fingers self-consciously. “Hi? I thought. Um. Sorry. Wedding present, before the ceremony?”
Dean gave up on manliness and wrapped himself around his brother and his little sister all at once.
“Okay,” he mumbled into Charlie’s hair. “Okay, I can live with that.”
“Uh,” said Chuck, uncomfortably. “So, Ellen and Jo are out there too. Uh. What I mean is. Charlie isn’t the present, exactly.”
Charlie snorted into Dean’s chest. “Thanks for that, God.”
“I can’t think of everything,” Chuck complained, and stuck his hands into his pockets awkwardly. “I just. You know. I thought, well, what do you get your kid as a wedding present when you’re God, right? And so I thought—well, people who can’t work out what to give usually… donate to a favourite charity? Or something? So I kind of maybe… brought back every queer person killed violently in the last fifty years. And everybody queer or not who was killed as the result of a hate crime. Um.”
Charlie, Dean, and Sam all turned to stare at him, as the implications of this sunk in.
“Um,” said Chuck again, and shuffled his feet some more. “I might have to make an international statement later? to account for this? I mean, I know I’ve been an absent God-slash-Dad, but—“
He was cut off by Sam barrelling across the room and wrapping him in a hug.
“Thank you,” said Sam, in a choked-off voice. “I, uh. Thank you.”
Dean clutched Charlie to his side, and cleared his throat. “Everyone—shit. Uh. I—?”
“Yes, Dean,” said Chuck, kind of muffled against Sam’s chest. “Even him. And what happened to him wasn’t your fault. You were only seventeen, and you couldn’t have prevented it. Getting out of town and trying to forgive yourself was the best thing you could have done.”
Sam pulled away to stare at Dean. Charlie just squeezed him tighter. Dean went red.
“Shut up,” he muttered; then, “okay, guys, the time, we gotta get out there, Sam you’re getting married in five minutes.”
The venue was packed.
Many of the faces had not been seen alive for years.
All of them were transcendent, and delighted, and laughing.
knottylovessabriel replied to your post “Thanks, @knottylovessabriel, @out-there-on-the-maroon, and...”
Also would it maybe be possible to maybe prompt some Team Free Love? Going to a shelter and adopting a dog together maybe? (if you just want to do my first promt that's ok too)
kd-heart replied to your post “okay guys. taking fluff prompts. because I think we all need fluff.”
Can I ask for more cracky Sabriel shenanigans in the land of cheesy romance? :D
On it! :) Thank you both. And don’t ask silly questions - TFL and cracky cheesy shenanigans are ALWAYS an option. ;)
@knottylovessabriel replied to your post “@writtendark replied to your post “@defilerwyrm replied to your...”
electronics get warranties for manufacturer problems. Insurance is for damage or loss/theft. >.>
who do you even get insurance from tho like, do you get it with your house/rental insurance? do you get it from the phone company?
(this is not an adulting thing that i comprehend at alllll)
vaderwho replied to your post “.”
Dang, I was gonna hit you up on the last one and forgot. Sorry #hangsheadinshame
It’s okay. *hugs*
knottylovessabriel replied to your post “.”
people get angry at you whaaaat???
I know, I’m so mean, right? Truth is, last year, a friendship with someone on Tumblr ended last year - misunderstanding led to a blow up, led to an even bigger thing and the other party pretty much told me to fuck off. So I did. The whole thing hurt both of us a lot, and I honestly don’t have the energy to even try to fix it (it’s been a rough year
god-dammit-barb replied to your post “.”
I WILL FIGHT THEM WITH STRONG LANGUAGE AND ALSO MY FISTS BUT THE LANGUAGE WILL PROBABLY BE MORE EFFECTIVE BECAUSE I HAVE NO UPPER BODY STRENGTH.
And this is one of the many reasons I adore you.
I just bought the millennium editions of the books and I am so so stoked about this (tomorrow starts my weekend). I still have my physical copies floating around somewhere and I remember when I first started reading these, sitting in the quiet of my room reciting The Oath and waiting for my book to come to me. You (and David Eddings) are part of the reasons why I write even when I feel like stopping. I'm sure you hear this a lot but thank you so much for all the art you've given us.
You’re very, very welcome. :)
Normally I don’t pay too much attention to the question of whether I’m committing art or not: my main focus is on whether a story’s structure is sound and whether, once told, it feels right. But that’s art too, I guess I have to admit. I’m just glad it seems to happen while I’m paying attention to other things....
Alright. I have avoided Tourmaline like the plague because feelings, but the art and stuff that I've seen posted... Fuckit. I'm gonna read it. And if it upsets me overly much, I'll yell at you tomorrow. ... So there.
AHAH! Best of luck! Here’s a convenient list of places for reading it (tumblr/FFN/AO3)
And I’m always down for being yelled at over fanfiction so this sounds pretty win-win
