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big_pink

SPN fic: Red 7/10

Nov 05, 2006 21:36

Red, Chapter 7/Little Black Raincloud

What is it? Gen, PG-13, mature and disquieting content, bucketsful of swearing, blood, chainsaw accidents, character mutilation, a creepy sexual predator, and obligatory angst (these are the Winchesters we’re talking about). WIP, will be 10 chapters.

Disavowals: Eh, who can say they really own anything ( Read more... )

red, supernatural, fanfic

Comments 64

smilla02 November 6 2006, 13:26:36 UTC

But he hated secrets, hated that Dean had his neat trick of appearing open while constantly holding back, didn’t let Sam in, provided no jimmie for his many locks.

Nicely put, love it.
As for the rest I have no words, really. And you were afraid I would hurt myself reading too much of your story, but it'll be the wait for next chapter that's going to kill me.

big_pink November 6 2006, 19:04:43 UTC

*grins madly* And you'll have to wait, I'm afraid. Work is just heating up for me at the moment...but Red does own me...three more chapters. We'll be done by December. And then I'll have to have some happy lessons.

quellefromage November 6 2006, 15:17:37 UTC

OMG you broke my brain. Completely. I'm sitting here with my mouth hanging open going...guuuuuh. Jebus. Dean and the tree and Dean and the phone call, and oh, my, god...

There's not enough caffeine in the world to make my poor, jet-lagged brain be able to tell you how much I love this story...it breaks me in so many ways every time you post.

Sigh...oh, Dean. Oh, Pink...sigh

big_pink November 6 2006, 19:06:11 UTC

Just whip up something in that new Bialetti, would you? I take mine black, of course.

drumgoddess November 6 2006, 19:50:41 UTC

Coldly wondered why he wasn’t bothered by needing to do these sorts of calculations.I'm not sure why, but that makes me happy ( ... )

big_pink November 6 2006, 22:07:12 UTC

Okay, before I get a bunch of treeplanters camping outside my door, pissed at me...they often plant in the fucking SNOW. It's piece-work, and they are maniacs about what they do, both the money and the bragging rights. It would probably take another Mt. St. Helen's blowing up to get them off the cut block. But I needed to get Sam off the hill and I think that every once in a while, they do have to call it a day. And I know that loggers are the same way -- depending on how hard and fast the company is sticking to safety regulations, which can vary.

Whew! Okay, now that's settled. Did I say somewhere that crème brulée is my all time favourite dessert? Am I that transparent? Yes? I believe I did, didn't I? I'll take that Shiraz now.

drumgoddess November 6 2006, 22:44:24 UTC

huh.. and i was all thinking that it was a statement of the mentality INSTEAD of a clever plot device ( ... )

big_pink November 7 2006, 02:22:00 UTC

Oh, not a device, never that (though nothing against devices of course), more a stretch, shall we say?

ANYTHING that has me with wine and a blow-torch in the kitchen is a good thing.

As for the little accents and such -- me and LJ had a little talking to while I was writing Cirque de Céline, which had a bit of mangled French in it, and we straightened everything out. I am so tight with the umlauts and the cidelles and whateverthefuck you call the other ones.

Kids and their vegetation-clearing implements -- Sam with a machete, Dean with a chainsaw. You with a blow torch. *thinks hard* Blowtorch. That sounds like Winchester fun, eh?

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kimonkey7 November 6 2006, 20:28:57 UTC

I am formally asking you for your fic's hand in marriage. Because I so wanna marry it and have its babies. Because I LOVE it.

Crap. It's just not fair.

Please make it longer than 10 chapters so it can last forever and ever.

Amen.

big_pink November 6 2006, 22:09:10 UTC

This fic is a freewheeling single who likes to play the field, I'm afraid. Don't tie it down with your attempts at fecundity.

And if it lasted more than 10 chapters, you'd just want it to get off your sofa and take a shower at its own place for once. Promise.

ghostofashark November 7 2006, 00:59:51 UTC

God, that first part almost made me cry. And possibly start plotting John's murder (ignoring his recent death). But mostly cry. Then again, I seem to be somewhat overly sensitive when it comes to parental issues, so it doesn’t take that much to take me all maudlin. Maybe I’m just somewhat of a cry baby, because that last part in the phone booth kinda made me want to cry too. Or maybe you just happen to be a genius when it comes to writing stuff that makes people want to cry along with the characters. I think I’m going to go with that last explanation ( ... )

big_pink November 7 2006, 01:47:19 UTC

For MONTHS I've been avoiding writing John because I have such strong feelings about the monster man. And I thought that I might be able to write around him, the Charlie Brown grownup just 'mwah-mwahing' in the background. But then he barged right in, hammering on the door. Jeez.

And you're perfectly right to be scared of chainsaws. I've unfortunately done a wee bit of research on logging deaths for this fic (and before, to tell the truth for a different project) and it's pretty horrific. The pig's ear impalements are unfortunately not entirely uncommon.

Also happy as hell that the Wolf is creeping you out; he creeps the crap out of me, too. I don't know what rock of my psyche he crawled out from under.

*hands you ice cream* Er, it's not going to get much better, I'm afraid.