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Suptober25 - Day 6 - Campfire

Dean sharing with Cass another everyday bit of human joy.

I have no clue what I’m doing with the colors or lighting, but hey, at least I’m having fun. 🙈

[starmunches]

anyway finally working on the next update of icbinb!, hoping to start releasing the coffeeshop au extravaganza in less frequent but more substantial chapters! i promise it’s not been abandoned! a halloween party is in the works!

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i’m constantly torn between “eddie kaspbrak is tired and keeps his nose safely out of other people’s business” and “eddie kaspbrak fucking thrives on a healthy, steady stream of drama”

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i think it’s very sexy of me to use parentheses in all my fic titles (needlessly, like right now)

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wine-drunk & running from the night itself

“We also wouldn’t have to kill you. You of all people should know about vampiric abilities - do you think we couldn’t stop you without resorting to murder? All we’d have to do is lock you in here -”

“I can pick a lock. I could break the door down.”

Raphael’s eyes narrowed, and the crinkle between his brows deepened. Simon couldn’t help but notice it, wanted to smooth it out with his fingertip, unmarr the marble of his skin. “Then we’d catch you - you know vampires are unnaturally strong - and we’d simply have to tie you up, probably only by the wrists, to keep you from being a threat -”

“And if I cut the rope?”

“Are you trying to justify your own murder to me?”

". . . No."

ao3

[starmunches]

like 54% away from finishing a saphael fic based on a horny gothic romance textpost about 19th century vampires, so i guess that’s how things are going atm