isaacsapphire

The WIP meme: post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.

1. Obviously, if they weren’t to bring the building down around their three sets of ears, someone was going to have to keep Red and Shorty away from each other’s throats.

2. Tidus looked offended. "Even when I sleep with my servant I make sure she enjoys it."

3. In a culture where addressing someone slightly too familiarly is a serious insult, Ban’s bluntness, lack of tact, and occasional outright nastiness made it no surprise that basically everyone who had ever known him for any length of time had spent at least some of that time wanting (and often trying) to kill him.

4. The bonds snapped tight for a moment, pulling him spread-eagle on the bed, then relaxed, giving him more play than the observers realized.
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Well, a general report of three shinny things on the internet that I thought you all might be as fascinated by as I've been.
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Title: Homonym
Author: IsaacSapphire
Fandom(s): Supernatural (American TV show)
Wordcount: 100 on the dot
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, Sam, Castiel
Genre(s): Drabble, Humor, Gen
Warnings/categories: Dialogue-fic
Reviews: Constructive criticism and praise are always welcome. Heck, flames are ok too.

Synopsis: Dean, Sam, and Castiel discuss the brothers’ latest angel-given job

Timeline: Mid fourth season

Spoiler warning: General fourth season
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Title: And A Telephone Booth
Author: IsaacSapphire
Fandom(s): Supernatural (American TV show)
Wordcount: 200 on the dot
Rating: G
Pairing(s): none
Warnings/categories: none, gen, double drabble
Reviews: Constructive criticism and praise are always welcome. Heck, flames are ok too.

Synopsis: The convenience store at the beginning of 4.01 is just too freaking convenient.

Timeline: Right before the events of 4.01

Spoiler warning: For 4.01 and the whole fourth season.

A/N: Written for the http://community.livejournal.com/spnwriterlounge 5/30/09 picture prompts from the picture of a telephone booth. This is my first time writing Castiel, so please tell me what you think.
( I've got a slightly different take on Castiel )

The bad news is that I couldn't watch tonight's episode of Supernatural on account of being on a stupid overnight field trip. Said field trip mostly involves going to a lot of very boring places that with shinny statues, smell of incense, have very thick carpet, and make you take your shoes off. Blerg. Religion is interesting, but at this point it's interesting as the opiate of the masses rather than for any real philosophical reasons.
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ilikecrystals asked me to try writing full out, no holds barred, internal censor turned off and this is what happened instead of the expected mind-bogglingly dirty smut. My brain is weird. This was supposed to be a cutsy-poo future-fic about fireside tales. It kind of spun out of control and I killed God by accident. I’m so going to Hell, not even Special Hell, just plain Hell for this.
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A 200 word short in which Sam rationalizes to himself why he doesn't salt and burn Dean's body. The reason is a little different than you might have thought. Deathfic, obviously.

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