Hi folks! I am no longer active on LJ, and consequently this fic page hasn't been updated in ages You can find my fic over here at AO3, and me over on tumblr. I still receive LJ notifications, so if you (eg) message me I'll see it, but this account is basically here as an archive and for occasional participation in LJ-based communities/challenges.
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For my own curiosity, and because I am restless and looking for distraction from certain RL things. Feel free to elaborate on any answers in comments, and bear in mind that I've a Sam/Gabriel scene from when they were Outside, just after they changed him back into human-shaped, queued up to post next week for the Sabriel minibang.

Poll

These marishes, and myrie bogs, In which the fearefull ewftes do build their bowres.
(1596: Spenser, The Faerie Queene)

“If it ain’t shaped human, it ain’t human. You got that, boy?”

Dean stared past Bobby’s legs and muffled his mouth with his hand, because big boys didn’t sob.

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