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WHO THE HELL IS THIS TWOSKELETONS ON YOUR FLIST? Don't fear, it's just the friendly neighborhood LJer formerly known as lassiterfics. It was time for a change. Well, I guess you can still call me Lass, I've been Lass for so long. LONGER THAN TIMOTHY OMUNDSON AT LEAST, FUCK YOU PSYCH.
But on to more important matters! Remember the Novakcestverse I was babbling about?![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
callowyn, in all her glory, has DRAWN A NOVAKCEST COMIC OMG. It takes place during the summer before Jacob leaves for MIT and like OMGGGG.
You know what is also excellent? MISHALECKIPALOOZA, that's what. AKA the Mishalecki fanwork exchange YAAAAAAY! I don't even know what I want to request! "ALL THE MISHALECKI" for all five prompts, basically. The one where Jared has tentacles? The one where Misha is secretly a robot? The one where werewolves attack the set? The one where they are both mob hitmen at the beck and call of oft-accused-but-never-convicted Mark Pellegrino? MAYBE I WANT AN OCEAN'S 11 AU. MAYBE THAT. IDK. TELL ME WHAT TO DO, FLIST.
And in the next part of our ongoing series, Misha's Face/The Whole Universe OTP, we have more Scullyverse i.e. the one where Dana Scully was the human in Cas's charge before he was called away to eyefuck Dean. Basically in the first few days of my hiatus, I got withdrawal and dealt with it by writing snippets based on pictures of Scully I found on tumblr.
She hears the familiar rustle of feathers and turns around. There is a silhouette in her doorway, bringing with it the scent of something sweet and foreign. She tries to pinpoint it, wants to ask where he’s been, but pride refuses to give them both the satisfaction.
He says her name. She takes off her glasses and rubs her eyes.
“It’s late,” she says.
“I know.”
“You’re late.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Castiel steps into the light, and the familiarity of his face, of that look on his face, conjures memories. Something sharp cuts through her chest, stained with relief.
She says, “I was going to make some tea.”
He favored green tea. Perhaps he still does.
She leans against the doorway, and says, “I don’t get to save you very often.”
“I hope you don’t have to again.” Castiel gets to his feet and looks at the ichor on his hands as if he doesn’t quite know what to do with them, but in the blink of an eye, his hands are clean.
She tucks the gun back into the waistband of her pants. “Figured I might as well return the favor.”
There it is, that stare too serious for its own good. “I don’t do these things to curry favor with you.”
“In a minute, this place is gonna be crawling with cops.”
Castiel makes as if to reply, but seems to think the better of it. She raises her eyebrows.
“You need to start taking better care of yourself,” she says.
Mulder’s voice around the corner yells, “Scully!” and just like that, Castiel is gone.
Cas promises to leave Dean at home next time.
LOOK GUYS CASTIEL/SCULLY IS THE MOST CANON.
But on to more important matters! Remember the Novakcestverse I was babbling about?
callowyn, in all her glory, has DRAWN A NOVAKCEST COMIC OMG. It takes place during the summer before Jacob leaves for MIT and like OMGGGG.You know what is also excellent? MISHALECKIPALOOZA, that's what. AKA the Mishalecki fanwork exchange YAAAAAAY! I don't even know what I want to request! "ALL THE MISHALECKI" for all five prompts, basically. The one where Jared has tentacles? The one where Misha is secretly a robot? The one where werewolves attack the set? The one where they are both mob hitmen at the beck and call of oft-accused-but-never-convicted Mark Pellegrino? MAYBE I WANT AN OCEAN'S 11 AU. MAYBE THAT. IDK. TELL ME WHAT TO DO, FLIST.
And in the next part of our ongoing series, Misha's Face/The Whole Universe OTP, we have more Scullyverse i.e. the one where Dana Scully was the human in Cas's charge before he was called away to eyefuck Dean. Basically in the first few days of my hiatus, I got withdrawal and dealt with it by writing snippets based on pictures of Scully I found on tumblr.
She hears the familiar rustle of feathers and turns around. There is a silhouette in her doorway, bringing with it the scent of something sweet and foreign. She tries to pinpoint it, wants to ask where he’s been, but pride refuses to give them both the satisfaction.
He says her name. She takes off her glasses and rubs her eyes.
“It’s late,” she says.
“I know.”
“You’re late.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Castiel steps into the light, and the familiarity of his face, of that look on his face, conjures memories. Something sharp cuts through her chest, stained with relief.
She says, “I was going to make some tea.”
He favored green tea. Perhaps he still does.
She leans against the doorway, and says, “I don’t get to save you very often.”
“I hope you don’t have to again.” Castiel gets to his feet and looks at the ichor on his hands as if he doesn’t quite know what to do with them, but in the blink of an eye, his hands are clean.
She tucks the gun back into the waistband of her pants. “Figured I might as well return the favor.”
There it is, that stare too serious for its own good. “I don’t do these things to curry favor with you.”
“In a minute, this place is gonna be crawling with cops.”
Castiel makes as if to reply, but seems to think the better of it. She raises her eyebrows.
“You need to start taking better care of yourself,” she says.
Mulder’s voice around the corner yells, “Scully!” and just like that, Castiel is gone.
Cas promises to leave Dean at home next time.
LOOK GUYS CASTIEL/SCULLY IS THE MOST CANON.