Promptember!
cowboyguy cooked up a neat little promptfest for September, if anyone's interested! I'll dabbling in art and quick fic, in preparation for Inktober this year.
Y'all can find Promptember here: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Promptember_2019
So far, so good, knock wood.
1.) clouds (art)
Water-soluble carbon, Faber-Castell artist pens and gold watercolor. Slightly larger than the original image. No fandom. I might paint this larger later; I like the concept.
2.) season (drabble)
17th Summer
It's hot and the field is the color of a goldfinch. The color of Dean's hair after the sun hits it hard. The days are getting shorter, like Sam's jeans. He's grown another two inches, bony sockless ankles, and he wants to cut the jeans at the knees but Dad won't let him because it's one more layer between skin and claw, tooth or blade.
Sam sees the dust trail of a mailtruck in the distance. He looks over at Dean, who's chewing a blade of wheat with eyes shut against the sun, and Sam wonders: is this the day?
Y'all can find Promptember here: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Promptember_2019
So far, so good, knock wood.
1.) clouds (art)
Water-soluble carbon, Faber-Castell artist pens and gold watercolor. Slightly larger than the original image. No fandom. I might paint this larger later; I like the concept.
2.) season (drabble)
17th Summer
It's hot and the field is the color of a goldfinch. The color of Dean's hair after the sun hits it hard. The days are getting shorter, like Sam's jeans. He's grown another two inches, bony sockless ankles, and he wants to cut the jeans at the knees but Dad won't let him because it's one more layer between skin and claw, tooth or blade.
Sam sees the dust trail of a mailtruck in the distance. He looks over at Dean, who's chewing a blade of wheat with eyes shut against the sun, and Sam wonders: is this the day?