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callowyn
25 November 2011 @ 11:12 pm
Today I give thanks for a joyously novakcestuous weekend! skullage has written TWO NEW NOVAKCEST FICS: My Body Still Both Light and Heavy With You (R, 770 words, sparring gone awry) and What My Damage Could Have Been (NC-17, 2500 words, anatomy porn after Jimmy learns about Jacob's acceptance to MIT). READ THEM. READ THEM NOW.

In the interest of keeping this party moving, I have collected several of my own novakcest ficlets for your viewing pleasure, courtesy of the novakcest tumblr.


1. August 31, 1993 (original post)
The kelpie takes three more children before their mother decides to hunt it on its own turf.Collapse )



2. Shotgun Shuts His Cakehole (original post)
When they were young, sitting shotgun was a punishment.Collapse )



3. Halloween, 1995 (original post)
When they were fifteen, Jimmy saved up to buy himself a really good gangster costume.Collapse )



4. The Trials and Tribulations of Bobby Singer, Soccer Coach (original post)
“I started it,” says Jacob before they’ve even sat down.Collapse )



5. Shuttered (original post)
Jacob’s always been aware of what’s in the clutter covering his desk.Collapse )



6. The Usual Suspects (original post)
Detective Diane Ballard hasn’t had this much trouble with a suspect since she joined the force.Collapse )



Additional reading/fap material lives on delicious. As ever, feel free to join the novakcest tumblr and make your own!





(Also posted on Dreamwidth.)
 
 
callowyn
09 October 2011 @ 03:35 am
There has been a tragic absence of Team Free Will 2.0 in my life of late, so I figured it was high time to post the illustrations I made to go with the Big Bang I beta'd/cowrote with thegeminisage:

CAMBION

Wordcount: 52k
Rating: R
Summary: When Jesse Turner's parents die in a house fire in 2019, Jesse comes back to the states to avenge them, hardened and mistrustful from years of being hunted. There he meets Ben Braeden and Claire Novak, both following the demon behind the attack in hopes it will lead them to the missing Sam and Dean. But Ben and Claire don't exactly trust half-demons, and Jesse sure as hell doesn't trust hunters. The reluctant partnership they enter into takes them to the fire-consumed ghost town of Centralia, PA in search of answers. There, Jesse must confront his powers once and for all, even if it means losing his humanity in the process.
Warnings: Spoilers through the end of Season 6. Graphic violence, minor character death, and one major character has died before the fic starts.

Masterpost on LJ
Full fic at AO3



Illustration descriptions are direct quotes from the fic and contain spoilers.

That Time Jesse Found A KittenCollapse )


Centralia Is For FightersCollapse )



(Also posted on Dreamwidth.)
 
 
callowyn
30 September 2011 @ 03:16 pm
Title: Libations
Author: [personal profile] callowyn
Word Count: 1600
Pairing: Claire
Rating: PG-13 for horror
Warnings: none
Summary: Claire’s father promised her they would build a treehouse.
Notes: I actually wrote this for a class last semester (because I am shameless) and only recently remembered to post it. Thanks to [personal profile] thegeminisage for putting up with my birthing pains and [personal profile] zempasuchil for the beta! Cut text from Louise Glück's "Persephone the Wanderer."

my soul shattered with the strain of trying to belong to earthCollapse )



(Also posted on Dreamwidth.)
 
 
callowyn
12 September 2011 @ 05:25 pm
Title: Dancing Tree
Author: callowyn
Notes: A poem I rediscovered from last May, based on (and titled after) the painting Dancing Tree by Egon Schiele.
Summary: Dean, rising.



What you bury along the road has
not your name but your face
so the crows will recognize it.
She has red eyes and you
kiss her anyway;
the trees are watching
over you. They follow
the mad beat of your heart and
the dance of running, hellbent—
You forget your brother.
You return, and the trees
by grace or sudden gale
fall down.



(Also posted on Dreamwidth.)
 
 
callowyn
06 August 2011 @ 01:41 am
Title: Couples Counseling
Artist: [personal profile] callowyn
Pairing: Sam/Castiel
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: 6.22 coda. In which Sam prefers therapy to adulation, and the rule against chick flick moments is blatantly violated.
Notes: For sassy_otp's 31 Abominations fest, going on here.
When Cas said "profess your love unto me," this was not what he had in mind.Collapse )



(Also posted on Dreamwidth.)
 
 
 
callowyn
31 July 2011 @ 08:28 pm
You guys. YOU GUYS. NOVAKCEST.

First and foremost, I want to alert those of you who do not already know that there is now a communal novakcest tumblr! We find pretty pictures, we claim they are Novaks, and it is glorious. (Many of these were collected to make the latest post from twoskeletons.) If you want to join us (AND YOU SHOULD), give me or Lass your email so we can invite you. :D

MORE IMPORTANTLY, THOUGH, THERE HAVE BEEN SEVERAL ADDITIONS TO THE JIMMY/JACOB FIC COLLECTION SINCE LAST WE SPOKE. When the latest round of blindfold_spn happened, it is possible that someone such as myself may have prompted Jimmy/Jacob. And then that others followed suit.

AND THEN THEY GOT FILLS.


Late Night Operator by wandersfound
Prompt: Jacob works as a phone sex operator (enter Cas-voice). Jimmy rings up, not knowing it's him. It's the first time they've spoken in years.
Set in SPN canon, shortly before 4.20 "The Rapture." R. ~2000 words.

Not If The World Were Ending by tawg
Prompt: Jacob's body is the same as Jimmy's, and that means he knows exactly how to put Jimmy back together.
Set in SPN canon, futurefic. NC-17. ~2600 words.

But How To Graph The Results? by tawg
Prompt: Jimmy has powers from being fed demon blood as a baby. Jacob is determined to find a logical, scientific basis. This calls for experimentation!
Set in novakcest verse, season two. NC-17. ~2200 words.

Trouble by [personal profile] skullage
Prompt: They encounter a siren. Sex happens.
Set in novakcest verse, season one. NC-17. ~1000 words.



I AM SERIOUSLY SO HAPPY FOR EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE. I really didn't expect that anyone would fill my prompt, let alone prompt more from this verse and have those filled too, and I am filled with such schmoopy love for all of you that I am embarrassing myself. I HAVE THE BEST FLIST EVER.







(Also posted on Dreamwidth.)
 
 
callowyn
07 July 2011 @ 11:20 pm
Today's Novakcest post is presented in honor of glassyskies, whose birthday it was yesterday! She also wins the prize of being the first person to write a true novakcest fic. Twice. Thus I bring you the tale of Jimmy, the boy with the demon blood, exploring his Azazel-granted powers in season two, with assistance and UST from Jacob.Graphics are, as ever, taken from the various lovely denizens of tumblr. Credit is linked to where we knew it, apologies offered where we didn't. There is one photomanip in here that I made. See if you can guess which it is.Collapse )


In conclusion, forever angst. HAPPY BIRTHDAY glassyskies

(Also posted on Dreamwidth.)
 
 
callowyn
01 July 2011 @ 10:41 pm
Title:  Incirrate
Authors: callowyn and twoskeletons
Word Count: 700
Pairing: Jensen/Castiel, Castiel/Misha, Jensen/Misha/Castiel
Rating: R
Warnings: thingstiel (tentacles, sex with stuffed animals) (hahaha oh god)
Summary: Jensen's stuffed octopus isn't quite the way he remembers it.
Notes: twoskeletons postulated Jensen/Castiel, and I suggested a variety of thingstiels he could be disguised as (the better to creep on you, my dear). The stuffed octopus was supposed to be a hypothetical example. And then tentacle porn happened, because we are both sick, sick people.

admit it, you're intriguedCollapse )


(Also posted on Dreamwidth.)
 
 
callowyn
01 July 2011 @ 08:30 pm
Title: Bone Song
Authors: callowyn and twoskeletons
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Claire Novak/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: thingstiel (semi-necrophilia, I guess?)
Summary: Skeletons make the best boyfriends.
Notes: A commentfic/poem I wrote with twoskeletons , originally at this thread on thingstiel .




Skeletons make the best boyfriends.
Without the mutability of flesh, you can see the honesty of bones that much easier.
He lets her play xylophones on his ribcage.
His phalanges are like castanets.
He always has a smile for her.
Dry bones never slip out of your fingers.
The smooth dry skull against her lips, the phalanges combing through her hair—
Bracing herself against his ribs and feeling the empty wind blow through.
She puts her hand up his ribcage and says, Here. Here is where your heart would be.
He doesn't understand why she would want something so messy, so gaudy, so warm.

This is extraneous, he says. Runs his phalanges down her arms, down her back. You can do so much more with so much less.
He says, Why do you carry the weight of these muscles? Why do you tie yourself to yourself with these ebbing veins? He asks, Why are you hiding under this ever-moving skin?
His hands on her face. It's not this that I love.
Her skin makes itself anew twice in a single month; it was never meant to hold. And it tears so easily.
He says, I can make you free.

Be with me and you will never grow old. Don't you want to know the truth of yourself? Underneath this variability is a constant you deserve to know.
Let me play the music in your body. All the octaves in your ribcage, the percussion along your legs, the long white notes click-clacking.
The drumbeat of your heart is so muted. Your staccato breaths are nothing to the sharp notes I could kiss along your clavicle.
Peel back the silence: in your bones, something is singing.

(Also posted on Dreamwidth.)
 
 
callowyn
28 June 2011 @ 04:10 pm
Title: Mother Mary
Authors: callowyn and animus_wyrmis
Word Count: 3000
Pairing: Mary/Castiel, background John/Mary
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Summary: Mary Campbell Winchester could think of nothing worse than raising her sons as hunters. But she wasn't exactly given a choice.
Notes: I'm not sure if this could be categorized as fic, exactly, but I'd like to drag it from its obscure comment thread while simultaneously proving that starting conversations with me is a dangerous, dangerous thing. Thus I present to you an AU by animus_wyrmis and I, originally on her fic Fate, Tall, Delayed, about what Supernatural would be like if John had died and Mary raised the boys. I've edited it for cohesion but preserved the large swathes of capslock so you understand the depths of our emotion.

Like most things in my life, it proceeds from angst to utter ridiculousness.Collapse )



(Also posted on Dreamwidth.)