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30 October 2011 @ 11:50 am

edit: bleaugh i can't write any more tonight, i will write more tomorrow if i can
Ne invoces expellere non possiskijikun on October 30th, 2011 04:27 pm (UTC)
Fic or treat? What are the rules?
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on October 30th, 2011 05:09 pm (UTC)
it's all at the link, click on the pic <3
The Soul says: - kijikun on October 30th, 2011 05:29 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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The Soul says: - loveinstars on October 31st, 2011 07:32 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Babydracky: Halloweenbabydracky on October 31st, 2011 11:36 am (UTC)


Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on October 31st, 2011 03:08 pm (UTC)
eeee! so cute <333
Gwendolyn Dgwendolynd on October 31st, 2011 04:22 pm (UTC)

Tiptoe39: team free willtiptoe39 on October 31st, 2011 09:10 pm (UTC)
OT3 for the kitteh pic
They've been arguing all afternoon about who's going to be who. Misha's insistent that Jared has to be the scarecrow, but Jensen says the scarecrow is way more Misha's style and Jared needs to be the cowardly lion. Jared thinks Misha should be the tin man, and Jensen the cowardly lion, and Misha thinks Jensen's much more the tin man type. The only person whose fate is decided is Clif, who is in the other room pasting pigtails to his ears and trying to fit into a blue-and-white checked gingham dress.

A number of rounds of rock-paper-scissors have all resulted in three-way ties or draws, and now they're down to arm wrestling, half-naked in Jared's trailer with the scarecrow costume hanging from the window to obscure the world's view. Misha keeps beating his chest like an orangutan, trying to distract one or more of them, and Jared's using his left hand because he says it'll be too easy to use his right. That hits Jensen right where it hurts, but he's not going to deny it, so now he's got his right elbow on the table and Jared's left fist curled into his like the little spoon, and it's still a damn fight to keep it upright.

At least Misha hasn't decided to do some more hands-on distraction.

Which, Jensen realizes, if he's thought of it, that means Misha's only microseconds away from thinking of it. Sure's shooting, in another moment Misha's beside him on the couch and licking his neck, and Jensen's fist is swaying backward. There's only one thing he can do to counteract that, and that's reach out and start making out with Misha full-throttle, which distracts Jared enough that he grabs Jensen's arm with both hands and yanks until they're all sprawled out on the couch losing what clothes they've got and forgetting entirely the problem of which ones they're going to put on.

If, when they meet up later, Clif wonders why Jensen's got a lion's mane and scarecrow pants on (or why Jared's got a tin can for a face and a long tail, or why Misha has silver tights and a straw hat on, or why they all look a little bit dazed and grinny and stupid), he knows enough not to ask.
Re: OT3 for the kitteh pic - sycophantastic on October 31st, 2011 09:17 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: OT3 for the kitteh pic - tiptoe39 on October 31st, 2011 09:18 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: OT3 for the kitteh pic - mithrel on October 31st, 2011 09:21 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: OT3 for the kitteh pic - tiptoe39 on October 31st, 2011 09:24 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: OT3 for the kitteh pic - gwendolynd on October 31st, 2011 10:42 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: OT3 for the kitteh pic - tiptoe39 on October 31st, 2011 10:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: OT3 for the kitteh pic - gwendolynd on October 31st, 2011 10:48 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Zekkass: Clownzekkass on October 31st, 2011 04:31 pm (UTC)
Fic or treat~
Tiptoe39: gabriel awesometiptoe39 on October 31st, 2011 10:23 pm (UTC)
Lucifer voted for setting fire to the engine, Michael for a more demure TP-ing. But it was Gabriel who convinced them both that the best possible way to prank the Winchesters on Halloween was to defile their precious car. And once he said it, they both knew it was the only way to go.

So a click of a lock disengaging and they tumble into the back seat, laughing raucously the whole time about how many girls Dean Winchester must have taken in here while trying to convince himself he didn't give a shit about certain angels who shall go nameless. "Smells like bra," Lucifer says with a haughty sniff, and Michael shoves in close to him, says Lucifer ought not to talk, since he always smells like sulfur, and Gabriel just laughs and laughs because sulfur or no, Michael's basically pressing his nose into Lucifer's neck at this point.

And eventually Lucifer gives up struggling and just opens his neck to Michael's intrusion, groaning low, and Gabriel gets greedy watching them make out and starts pulling off both their pants, yanking and making them jump and hiss "Gabriel, not so damn hard!" every few seconds.

Which fairly quickly changes to "Gabriel, harder!"

And when Dean and Sam saunter back to the car after a night out, they stop at fifty feet and stare incredulously at the mass of white just beyond the foggy windows.

"Did they ... did someone egg my baby?" Dean whispers, clutching Sam for support.

"Not egg," Sam says, squinting through the darkness.

They move, Dean's knees knocking together the whole way, forward and across the street, until it's more than clear what all the white stuff is.

"Bastards," Dean whispers. "Damn angelic bastards."

Sam tries to fight down a laugh.

The Impala's been feathered.
Re: luci/michael/gabriel - mithrel on October 31st, 2011 10:39 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: luci/michael/gabriel - tiptoe39 on October 31st, 2011 10:45 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: luci/michael/gabriel - zekkass on November 1st, 2011 04:21 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: luci/michael/gabriel - tiptoe39 on November 1st, 2011 05:20 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Ne invoces expellere non possiskijikun on October 31st, 2011 05:07 pm (UTC)
fic or treat!
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on October 31st, 2011 11:21 pm (UTC)
lisa/bal ficlet for you
Ben wants to be a Wendigo for Halloween. Lisa doesn't want to know how he knows about those, but she suspects Balthazar, who's slightly more loose-lipped about the things out there than Dean ever was. Lisa disapproves, but a) Balthazar is also more powerful than Dean and b) she doesn't want to admit she had to Google the damn thing.

"What?" Balthazar says, crossing his legs and flipping the page of the newspaper. "It's better than a rugaru."

"A-- oh, never mind," Lisa says. She just has to chalk this one up as a loss.

So that's why they're tromping around the neighborhood with Ben going up to each door declaring, "RAWR, I'm the ghost of a hiker who died of starvation in the woods, give me candy or I'll eat you instead!" and Lisa looking at Balthazar, hoping in vain he will share some of her worry. But Balthazar's proud as if it were his own kid, and Lisa is starting to really regret her decision to let him into her life for real.

But there are times that Balthazar really puts his hedonistic self aside and talks to Ben like someone needs to talk to him. And there are times when Ben's scared of demons or monsters or something else that he knows is out there and can't ever share with his peers, and it helps to see Balthazar stand there and just start to glow, a light that could pierce the heart of any dark thing the way it's pierced Lisa's heart, dirty thoughts and broken wings and all.

And then there are times when Balthazar encourages Ben to TP the nasty neighbor's house, and Lisa frowns and disapproves and yells at them for a good ten minutes to no avail. She keeps on scowling and disapproving right up until she throws caution to the wind and joins in.

Re: lisa/bal ficlet for you - kijikun on November 1st, 2011 12:53 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: lisa/bal ficlet for you - tiptoe39 on November 1st, 2011 12:54 am (UTC) (Expand)
{ embracing the storm }: SPN: Cas: Just Calledmithrel on October 31st, 2011 05:38 pm (UTC)
Fic or treat!
Tiptoe39: h50 - steve/dannytiptoe39 on November 1st, 2011 12:46 am (UTC)
Bats, you say? BATS?
"I can't even face you right now, Steven."

Danny's head is hung and he's sitting in the corner of the office, back to Steve. The bat ears are flopping to each side sadly, and the cape is limp and unmoving.

Steve adjusts his mask and laughs. "What? Come on." He claps Danny on the shoulder. "Batman is supposed to have no fear."

"I have no fear!" Danny says, but he doesn't turn around. "I have no pride, either." His head droops lower.

"C'mon, Danno." Steve attempts to adjust the ears. They might need some duct tape to stand up straight. That or Viagra. "Batgirl is waiting."

"Batgirl is the problem," Danny says, slowly getting up with a little whimper. "My life is pain, Steve. Pain and more pain."

Steve looks over his shoulder out at the main office, where Grace is animatedly discussing something with Chin and Kono, rather appropriately dressed as Superman and Supergirl. Danny still isn't facing him, and Steve is sorely tempted to give up.

"C'mon," he says, easing forward and sliding his hands in under Danny's arms to hold him loosely about the waist. "She's been looking forward to this for months. And Lori is freezing in those hot pants, you're torturing her by making her wait." His glance slides to Wonder Woman, looking mightily pissed in the corner of the other room. "It'll be fun."

Danny's weak to nothing so much as the seductive smoothness of Steve's voice, and he leans in and lets his weight press against Steve's body briefly. Steve nuzzles his cheek. "I'm wearing my underwear outside my pants for you, Danno," he says as a final encouragement.

Danny turns, heaving a mighty sigh, and pecks Steve's lips. "I really hate how persuasive you are," he declares.

"Mm-hm." Steve smooths his thumb over the flap where the costume lies on Danny's nose. "Come on."

He guides Danny through the office door, and Danny, to his credit, forces a smile and says, "Hey, monkey, ready to go trick-or-treating?"

Grace's animated smile vanishes in an instant. She scowls. "I told you, Dad! Steve has to be Batman, and you have to be Robin!"

"Grace!" Kono warns, but it's too late, the damage is done. Danny utters a piteous sigh, deflating, and turns tail, re-entering the inner office leaving a trail of depression behind. Steve rolls his eyes, and, green-and-yellow cape swirling, follows him.

Edited at 2011-11-01 12:46 am (UTC)
Re: Bats, you say? BATS? - mithrel on November 1st, 2011 10:18 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Bats, you say? BATS? - tiptoe39 on November 1st, 2011 10:57 am (UTC) (Expand)
Panpandionpandeus on October 31st, 2011 05:44 pm (UTC)
Fic or treat! :D
Tiptoe39: wincesttiptoe39 on November 1st, 2011 05:13 pm (UTC)
per last night's brainstorm :D
It starts happening after the demon blood. Sam's dried out now, but nonetheless whatever was in him has had an effect. Worst night of the year to be stuck in a motel room, too, but what else can they do? The wings are six feet wide on each side, and Sam can't control them very well.

Dean tries to smooth them down halfway into the first night, and Sam cries out obscenely. Dean stumbles back a pace. "OK, that sounded inappropriate," he says, blushing.

"It felt kind of inappropriate," Sam whines, and Dean doesn't dare touch them for the rest of the night.

The second year, when it happens again, Dean realizes it's gonna happen every Halloween from now on. And he tries like hell to keep his hands off Sam's wings, but Sam's lying on the bed on his stomach twitching restlessly, and Dean can't help his shoulder bumping up against one feathery edge.

"Dean!" Sam hisses. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry!" Dean places a hand on the bumped area, certain he's hurt it.

Sam's response is "Oooh..."

Dean seizes up and attempts to not move at all. "You OK, Sammy?" His voice is hoarse.

"Do me a favor?" Sam says after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, sure, anything."

"Can you... like, stroke them?" Before Dean has a chance to scrape his jaw off the floor, Sam clarifies. "They kind of itch. It just might... I don't know, help?"

Dean's already said anything, or he'd demur, but damn it if he isn't a man of his word. He runs his hands softly over the span of one wing, smooth palm on twitching feathers, and Sam makes another borderline-obscene noise. His brows quirking, teeth biting down on the flesh of his lower lip, Dean continues, closing his eyes so he doesn't have to see Sam's nervous fidgeting.

Bad move. It just makes Sam's, "Oh, God, Dean, right there, just like that" sound even dirtier.

And Dean really hopes Sam's wings aren't terribly sensitive to touch now, because he might just be a bit hard listening to this. Brother's voice or no.

"Fuck!" Sam says, and his whole body spasms. Dean's hands fly up as though in surrender, and Sam hollers, "No-- Jesus-- Dean, don't stop!" and tries to arch back into Dean's touch.

"Sam, what the hell?" Dean's petrified.

"C'mon... please, it just itches so much, Dean...."

Sam's a whiny bastard, but if he swears up and down it's just itching and not... that thing Dean's hoping it's not... then Dean can manage. He hums Metallica at himself and goes on stroking until Sam's finally limp, boneless on the bed, whispering a million thank-yous through dry lips. Dean gets out of there before Sam turns over and shows him anything he doesn't want to see.

Third year comes around and Dean's ready with a Walkman (screw iPods) and widespread fingers. Which is why it really fucking stuns him when the first thing Sam does, upon eruption of the wings from his back, is pull Dean close and kiss him hard.

"Do it again," Sam whispers.

"Sa-- Sammy?"

"It's just one night a year, Dean." Sam's eyes are mellow and dark with lust. "It's the only thing that makes me feel better. Come on. I'll make it good for you too."

He does. By the time year number four rolls around, they're grinning at each other all through the month of October. And after that, they don't wait till year number five to do it again. The wings, it turns out, are just a bonus.
Re: per last night's brainstorm :D - pandionpandeus on November 1st, 2011 05:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: per last night's brainstorm :D - tiptoe39 on November 1st, 2011 05:46 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: per last night's brainstorm :D - tiptoe39 on November 2nd, 2011 12:25 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on November 1st, 2011 07:10 pm (UTC)
per your request
"Forget it."

Sam's jaw drops. The frog ribits. Dean walks away.

"No. I don't care how it looks at me. Not kissing it."

"It's not an it, Dean, it's a he. It's Cas."

"All the more reason I'm not kissing it." Dean crosses to the window and glowers out of it. "Time to teach that freaking Trickster a lesson of our own. He doesn't get to decide what we need to learn. If he's got a bee up his bonnet that I'm some kind of closet case who's got the hots for Cas--"

Sam clears his throat. Dean whirls and stares him down, trying to avoid the soulful gaze of frog!Cas. Since when do frogs get to have soulful gazes? "What?"

"It's just... you're seriously denying that?"

Dean scowls. "Et tu, Brute?"

Normally Sam would be impressed at the quality of the reference, but right now he is far more concerned for frog!Cas, who looks like he is about to dry up into a tenth-grade science project. So, instead, he just grabs up the frog and pushes it unceremoniously against Dean's lips.

There's a giant puff of pink smoke, followed by an explosion of enough multicolored spangles to drown a ticker-tape parade.

The next thing Sam knows, he has one hand on each of Castiel's cheeks and is forcefully pushing the angel's now-very-human mouth against Dean's. He lets go like he's been holding a red-hot frying pan and beats a retreat halfway across the room, until he runs into a warm, short, doubled-over-laughing archangel.

"Aww, look at that," Gabriel coos in his ear between giggles. "You're a shipper!"

"I'm a wh-huh?" Sam looks down, distracted by a sudden wet, warm sensation. There appears to be a deer nuzzling his hand.

He whirls. The motel room has morphed into a Disney-esque forest, and daisies are springing up from the shag carpet, butterflies and honeybees emerging from the unfolding petals to buzz and flit happily about at knee level. Squirrels are hiding nuts under the pillows, and a tipsy-looking rabbit has gotten into the mini-bar and is clinking beer bottles with a rather amorous skunk. A trio of birds sitting atop the open bathroom door burst into three-part harmony, not quite drowning out Gabriel's increasingly hysterical laughter.

And in the middle of it all, Dean and Castiel are still, quite unexpectedly -- and enthusiastically -- kissing.
Re: per your request - rowdy_missus on November 1st, 2011 07:14 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: per your request - tiptoe39 on November 1st, 2011 07:17 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: per your request - tiptoe39 on November 2nd, 2011 12:24 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: per your request - sycophantastic on November 4th, 2011 08:22 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: per your request - tiptoe39 on November 4th, 2011 12:00 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Gina Marie: AOL - holy shit you're hotsycophantastic on October 31st, 2011 09:21 pm (UTC)
I like fics AND treats!

Wait, I think I did it wrong...
Tiptoe39: dean/cas kisstiptoe39 on November 3rd, 2011 01:43 am (UTC)
please dont hate me for this being unfinished!
The nice thing about Castiel "tying him down" is no ropes, no rope burn, no uncomfortable chafing afterward. What's more, no awkward moments when his tied-together limbs get in the way. Dean has his full range of motion, he just can't use it unless Castiel lets him.

So if Castiel wants to kiss him, his hands go together behind his back without any handcuffs and his head slides to the side just enough to invite Castiel's mouth, as soft as can be, lips slack and soft on his own -- there doesn't have to be any tension, any push, because Dean's already at the right angle, his body's already sliding backward through the air without Castiel having to push him down onto the bed or against the wall. With no tension in his mouth or body at all, Castiel feels different, less forceful but no less delicious as his tongue swipes sweet strokes against Dean's.

His fingers sweep but don't press as they descend along Dean's ribs, across the flat of his stomach and find a hold at his thighs. Again, Castiel isn't pushing them open with his fingers -- they open themselves, at the willing of his mind, and Castiel's just only feeling him, only enjoying the flesh-on-flesh contact. Dean is breathless. He doesn't know how to do this without any push-and-pull, when all the may-Is and the which-way-should-I-goes are decided for him. He doesn't even need to beg for more -- Castiel knows it, and hardens his touch before Dean can draw the breath to ask.

"Dean," he murmurs, a word of warning, and slides Dean down onto his back, pulling his legs into the air. All without any exertion.

Dean's body feels light, insubstantial, like he's skin wrapped around air -- his legs hover above his head, his ass lifted off the mattress, and it isn't uncomfortable in the least, it just is. And in the lack of tensing muscle, he's shivering, spasms of feeling shooting across the web of nerves just under his skin with every lick and exploration. He gasps, and he can't move his muscles no matter how he strains against the paralysis in his skin. So he grunts, an impatient nngh, and tries to just breathe, to take it.

Re: please dont hate me for this being unfinished! - tiptoe39 on November 4th, 2011 12:00 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Nicole Sillnicole_sill on October 31st, 2011 11:16 pm (UTC)
Fic or treat!
Shadwrayvn: Choke a bitchshadwrayvn on November 1st, 2011 12:22 am (UTC)
Fic or treat!