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@thrsdynxt said: Is there a collections/challenges tag on AO3 for this stuff, too?

I’ll set one up and let you know where it is shortly!

[formidablepassion]

Where is today's sketch, lady loo? I pretty sure you teased us with the possibility of penises. And after Pikachu I think we've all earned it.

Oy!  I’m sorry for Pikachu. Truly.Here is my daily sketch. It is not the penises I was hoping for. The explanation is in the post though.

Penises are coming. 

[formidablepassion]

So because I keep thinking up reasons to not just write already... how does one submit their flash ficlet for challenge you're running?

This is a fantastic question. If you want to submit a flash ficlet that you wrote based on the weekly prompt you can submit it to us here, or you can tag it with WWM Flash Fic in the first five tags so we see it. 

I’m happy to see this question in my inbox. The reason I brought up Flash Ficlets with the other mods at @weekendwritingmarathon was for the purpose of helping everyone out. Not only can it really help if you’ve hit a case of writers block, but it can also help you just step out of another story you might need a break from writing and come up with something quick. If anything people who participate have something short to post and draw eyes to their work. If there are any other questions from anyone about the Flash Ficlet’s please let me know, I am happy to answer them. Or you can check out this Flash Ficlet FAQ page. 

[emani-writes]

Name change

I changed my name from thrsdynxt to emani-writes because reasons. Mostly Thursday Next was my favorite literary heroine. 15 years ago. I haven’t read the books in a long time and I just didn’t feel connected to her anymore. Any connection to SPN the name had was merely coincidental. 

Emani, however, was one of my favorite SWTOR toon names. She was a Mirialan Jedi Consular. 

[formidablepassion]

Relationship: It's going swimmingly. I don't think we're terribly traditional, in that our flirting is usually in the form of mockery, and he's terrible when it comes to the emotional bits because his dad pretty much Dean'ed that out of him but my dad was never terribly good at dealing with my emotions either and my mom likes to tease I married a guy who is *just* like my dad. To the point it's almost creepy sometimes.

That’s great it is going so well. I understand the “marry your father” thing. The longer I’m with Husband (going on 14 years) the more I see similarities between him and my dad. It can be infuriating at times and endearing at others. 

[formidablepassion]

thrsdynxt reblogged your post and added: “5,000th post”

I still want to know what the hell the monster...

Baku. 

[formidablepassion]

Not to sway who you pick for ficlets, but the 20th *is* my birthday. *Bats eyelashes/blinks aggressively. Smiles/grimaces awkwardly.* Sooo... DCJ. Obviously. Pre-relationship. Confessions the first time they all get drunk together. (I did read that right and it's cool to ask now, right?)

The 20th is The Artist’s birthday too! Because of that I won’t be around too much on that day. Now, maybe I didn’t make it clear in my post? I am filling short ficlet prompts until the 20th. I am also going to pick five people (randomly so no way you could sway me! *wink, wink*) to give away a 5k or less fic too with a prompt of their choice. 

So the good news is, you get this prompt filled now, the bad news is, if you do win, you will have to come up with another prompt. 

Okay, so I messed up a little, my mind interpreted it as first time confessions when they get drunk together. And…well…this happened. Sorry, but I kind of like how this came out and hope you do too.

Smilingover at Cas Dean confidently declares “Bull. Shit.” pointing toCas’ shot glass he says, “Drink up. That has to be a lie.”Across from him two impossibly beautiful blue eyes stare at him,faces neutral masks of calm. They were always good at this game.Thankfully the goal wasn’t to see who had the best poker face,which by the way Dean totally did, it was to have fun and learnsomething about those playing you otherwise wouldn’t. They had beenplaying this game of truth or lie since they met in high school andin when they all attended the same college they added alcohol to themix. It was a fun drinking game that they sometimes involved othersin.

Itwas Jimmy who finally spoke up. “Actually Dean, it is true. We bothmet him. Our father is a big fan and one day we just happened to bein the same place as him,” a smug smile played on Jimmy’s lips.Searching his face, then Cas’, Dean was unable to find any trace ofdeception. They had never lied to him before about their truths soDean wasn’t really willing to believe they would lie to him and tryto pass it off as a truth now.

“Youmean to tell me you not only met,JimmyPage, but had icecreamwithhim?” Looking between his best friends he did his best to conveyhis disbelief, not at what they were telling him, but how long ittook them totellhim, “It has taken you fivefucking yearstotell me this?” Jimmy was holding back a laugh and Dean gave him ascowl. “You both knewhowbig of a fan of Zepp I am, and you just didn’t thinkto tell me?”Hewas almost mad at his twins. Not that it would actually last.

Deanwas utterly incapable of being mad at his beautiful best friends.There was once in high school that Cas accidently ran into his Babywith his bicycle and dentedher.He dentedBaby.Dean tried to be mad, he did. One look at one half of his crush, thefear and panic in his eyes and marring his handsome face as hebabbled out as many apologies as he could, even a couple in anotherlanguage that Dean was unaware that he knew, he took Cas in his armsand hugged him close softly telling him that it was okay, it was justa small dent, and he could fix it.

Heknew he was gone then. There was nothing that he wouldn’t forgivethem and nothing he could deny the twins. They were well aware of ittoo. Jimmy being the one that usual took advantage of the latter.

“Dean,would it have made a difference if we had told you sooner?” Casasked. Dean slowly looked away from Jimmy over to Cas, “Well,yeah,” he gave Cas a look like duhof course it would have,only to receive one of Cas’ familiar head tilts.

“Pleasetell me how it would have made a difference.” Cas said.

“Well…forone…” Dean searched his brain that was pleasantly fuzzy with thewarm alcohol as the twins both waited with expectant smiles on theirfaces. Their stupidly handsome faces, that Dean just wanted to- “Thatis what I thought. Now drink.” Cas was firm in his words andwithout thinking Dean lifted his glass to his lips and drank.

“NowI believe it is Jimmy’s turn.” Looking back to Jimmy, Dean missedCas’ wink to his brother. Dean knew this was basically a gameplayed between the twins and himself since the twins knew everythingabout one another. Didn’t make it any less fun watching as Jimmyusually revealed something about himself that always included Cas andsomething he would usually rather not tell. Now Dean waited to seewhat he was going to find out about his best friends now.

“I’vekissed Cas before.” Jimmy’s delivery of the line was his normalaloof manner he always did when they played this game. Dean let hiseyes roam over Jimmy’s face. Stopping at his eyes he searched them,Jimmy was better at hiding his emotions in his eyes than Cas was butDean was usually able to figure out how he felt since he was highlyemotional. The trepidation that he saw there held his tongue fromblurting out that he thought it was a lie. Suddenly his mindhelpfully provided images of his twins, his two most favorite peoplenot related to him, the two people he had crushed on for the lastfive years, kissing. Not in a brotherly way either.

Slowlyhe spoke to Jimmy trying not to seem shocked, “It’s true.” hesaid quietly, not quite a whisper but not very loud either. Lookingover at Cas he noticed that the other twin was just watching Jimmyand refused to look over to Dean. He looked back to Jimmy in time tosee him take a drink. There was no need to make a big deal out ofthis. Nope. No reason for this to change anything. Just the fact thatthe two people who star in all his dreams and fantasies have actuallykissed. Stillkiss?

Moveon Winchester. It’s your turn.

Henodded at Jimmy and gave him a small smile, “My turn,” he clearedhis throat and began, “I ummm, I find that truth to be…ahhh..”he looked down a little and continued, “I find it really hot.”The silence stretched and Dean looked up at them. It was Cas thatspoke, quietly, “Truth.” Jimmy smiled as Dean gave a shy littlenod and drank.

“Iwant to kiss you, Dean.” Cas said. Dean’s eyes widened and beforehe could even say “Truth” or “Lie” had warm whisky flavoredlips against his. He sighed into it and kissed back as he moved anarm around Cas’ waist, unable to believe that this was actuallyhappening.

WhenCas finally pulled back, Dean sighed out, “Truth,” only to get alow chuckle from Cas and Jimmy. Looking over to Jimmy as Cas sat backhe could see the mischievous gleam in his eyes. “I want youtokiss me.”Jimmy said. Dean ran his tongue over his lips and watched as Jimmytracked the movement, heard his breath hitch as Dean leaned forwardand whispered, a breath away from Jimmy’s mouth, “Truth,” thensoftly kissed Jimmy.

Jimmytasted slightly different than Cas did, and Dean caught himselfwondering if that was just the jalapeno flavored chips that Jimmyfavored.  Itdoesn’t matter,hethought, Ifinally got to kiss them.

Hepulled back and gestured to the drink in Jimmy’s hand, catching theway that he licked his lips and smiling as he lifted it to his mouth.Looking between the twins he sat back in thought. They were bothgrinning at him and looking from each other to him. Sure that thiswas a dream he gave into his desire to tell the twins what he finallyfigured out himself, “I am in love with you both.”

Thelooks on their faces went from mischievous and playful to one ofshock and adoration. Their faces spread into wide gummy smiles thatmade their noses scrunch up, the smiles that Dean lived for, theyspoke at the same time, “Truth.” Suddenly Dean had a lap full oftwins kissing him and a wish for this to be real and not just anotherdream.

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Ohh! I feel so included. If you didn’t know, @formidablepassion is totally hot and funny and brilliant. #notpandering

Honestly, who am I to argue with facts popular opinion?