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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.
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Also I love the idea of werewolves attacking the set :D basically "mishalecki fighting off supernatural danger" is very appealing.
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Jared finds the guitar in the dusty bedroom of a house they’re squatting in for the night.
“Hey,” he hollers downstairs. “Check this out.”
Misha pauses his rifling through the front hall closet when he hears the woebegone strumming of what is trying to be the twelve-bar blues.
“Woah, woah,” Jared calls out. “Hold on there.”
“Four-point-oh from the Russian judge,” Misha says, and closes the closet door. There is nothing in there but cardigans and childrens’ coats.
Jared yells something back, indistinct and burbling as if talking to himself. Misha lets him prattle on, finding the white noise comforting as he wanders around the house. It’s a small red house with white shutters in a neighborhood eerily devoid of any sign of life - or death, for that matter, which is perhaps the more pressing issue these days. The disasters they passed en route were weeks old - car crashes, broken barricades, vandalized storefronts and looted shops - but once they got into the more residential areas, it was truly like going back in time. Sunshine through the trees and wind chimes hanging from the porch rafters. They drove by a house with a tire swing hanging from an oak tree, another with a basketball hoop over the driveway. It’s like nothing has changed. It’s just that everything is empty.
Like this house's pantry, for instance. There is a framed photo on the kitchen island of a young girl hugging a cat, looks like from the eighties. Next to it are ceramic salt and pepper shaker, and crystal candle holders. The broken fridge is hosting either rotting food or the birth of some new ecosystem, Misha isn’t entirely sure. In the kitchen drawers, he finds an assortment of knives. He picks one up, weighing it contemplatively and wondering, Do we need more knives?
He is wondering whether a corkscrew would have any conceivable use fighting the undead when there suddenly trills out a clear Asus7 chord from upstairs, resonating through the house like summer.
“Just needed a little tuning,” Jared calls out brightly.
Misha yells back, “Free bird!”
WHEN I'LL WRITE THE REST THOUGH, WHO FUCKING KNOWS. The Mishalecki dynamic still intimidates me. BUT I WILL THROW MYSELF IN IT WHOLEHEARTEDLY.
YES YES MY OTHER IDEA IS WHAT IF MISHALECKI WERE HUNTERS SAVING PEOPLE HUNTING THINGS. WHAT IIIIIIIIIFFFFFF.
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I am the person smiling and laughing on the inside most in this whole library right now :DDDDD Nobody should smile this much in a study room; I'm not sure the building's frame will hold.
The Mishalecki dynamic in this scene is beautiful and amazing, jsyk.
WELL YES THAT IS EXACTLY IT, MISHALECKI SAVING PEOPLE HUNTING THINGS :DDD I am going to steal that for a prompt for my exchange signup. I think it is okay if there are more than one of those prompts. If there ends up being more than one of those fics, it will only make the world a more wonderful place.
PS FREEEEE BIIIIIRD XDDDDD
PPS did I mention i love you omggggggggggggg going to reread this many times today
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But knowing me, the cause and effect will probably be nothing sexy.
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the straight-up demon blood AU is wonderfully horrifying. Mostly horrifying, augh Misha on demon blood, I bet he is terrifying when he wants to be terrifying. But obviously this would be also wonderful. WHAT IS 2014 JARED LIKE? DO HIS MUSCLES HAVE MUSCLES? Does he take the Dean path and be cold and vengeance-driven, or does he take the castiel path and drug out? omg mishalecki ilu. :))
Obviously the sexy prompts are made for turning into unsexy things. And the unsexy ones, sexy. Awww yeahhhh XD
Rereading. Re-enjoying. Re-loving. <333334568910
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:D :D :D :D <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3