thisfishflies

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CHAT FRIENDS! THIS MESSAGE IS FOR YOU.
I am going to make a group doodle of chat as dinosaurs. So, pick your dino and your colors so I can add all y'all.
HERE IS THE LIST
Try to avoid copying dinosaurs, but colors can be copied a bit.
BUT GO DO IT.

Title:That Dappled Dream
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Notes: A response/continuation of 9_of_clubs's fic And then the sun rises... Best read while listening to Do What You Gotta Do, as that is what was playing when I wrote it. It was meant to be a "and they all live happily ever after forever and ever the end" coda, but as with anything to do with my dear Neuf, it turned kinda hurty. But I loved writing it.

( Find that dappled dream of yours, Come on back and see me when you can )

So, more doodling in CHAT tonight. I don't feel like digging up the individual pictures of each one, so here is the full picture. It is large. I pretty much just open a huge canvas and then draw shit.

( lookit this motherfucking tree )


The "lookit this motherfucking tree" was supposed to continue with "lookit this motherfucking tree. just look at it. it is a fucking amazing tree. stare at it's splendor." but I ran out of room.

Maybe sometime I'll work longer on my doodles.

POST ME YOUR FAVORITE DEAN OR CASTIEL PICTURES, AND I WILL GIVE THEM WINGS WHEN I AM BORED.

From Deancas CHAT word prompt. Just a quick merfic bit. If you give me a few more prompts I'll try to do more as I work on more. I just need to get the juices flowing.

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The room smelled of fish and brine and sand covered the floor. Castiel's boots leaned against the open door and fell inside themselves without any support. The walls have lines of grime leading up to the kitchen sink, everything marked where Dean touched. He was curious about it all. None of this was ever under the waves, even in the sunken ships. A vase that held now dead flowers caught his attention the most. He tipped it over, spilling the dead plants and the water on the floor. The water was not salty, he marveled. Castiel just sighed and got a rag.

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SRSLY. Give me prompts.

Title: Tern in the Tempest: Prologue
Author: thisfishflies
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~200 (WIP
Summary: AU. Dean is a lonely merman fighting against his father. Castiel is lost at sea and losing.



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The storm is boiling on the horizon. It turns slowly, faces appearing and melting in the clouds. The setting sun dyes it all a purple, but with a sickly green edge, like a bruise. With waves already cresting white, the sea reaches up to the sky, only to be blown back by the wind.

Dean loves it. He can feel the familiar power of the ocean surrounding him- pulling him along. But the air, the air is electric. It's foreign and moves him in a curious way. His father would not understand, nor his brother. It's something just for him, something Dean doesn't have share. He takes one last longing look at the sky.

Then, between a flash of lightening and the roll of thunder, Dean jumps into a wave- his fin shining silver before the wave crashes down. The water gets colder the deeper he goes, but something still sparks across Dean's skin. Perhaps current is changing, bringing fresher waters to his nose.

Inside the tempest a small ship is tossed, winds whipping around the masts, trying to tear sails that are no longer there. One lone figure fights against it all, stumbling along the deck to tie the lines and securing everything to the sides. A crate comes loose and knocks the man's legs out from under him. His head bounces off a railing and he falls down, down into the black depths.
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More to come. Will give proper name and such when I get more done. Got a title.