I really want a Tron AU fanfiction. Really bad.
Suit designs and colors referenced from Garama’s Tron AU artwork.
Art=Me
Castiel and Dean Winchester/Supernatural=Eric Kripke
Tron=Not me
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Super tiny doodle of Fin-kin!Cas from Out of the Deep.
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Castiel= Eric Kripke
Fin-kin/Out of the Deep= riseofthefallenone
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My superhero oc Sashja.
Art+Sashja/Reaper/Echo=Me
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I don’t think I’m ever going to get these colorrrrrrrrred fdjksl.
Jedi!Cas and Dean from this Star Wars AU/Verse; http://bleeding-muse.livejournal.com/105593.html
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Story=bleeding-muse on lj
Castiel and Dean Winchester=Eric Kripke
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Castiel.
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He is a storm. A storm wrapped in electricity wrapped in a man.
Wrapped in the shell of a man.
He burns like a falling star in a stream of day and night.
Walking in dreams it’s quiet, it’s peaceful, full of doubt only kept quiet through your light to cast its’ shadows and burn them away like I imagine my wings.
Peace never lasts no matter how it’s chased or caught or run, but when I turn and look at you, your lifelong weary is still brighter than even the sun, the stars, my kind. It’s battered and broken, tortured and bruised, but human you are, choice you can choose.
Sometimes I sit and watch them all pass by, like the time I know you will run out of, but it’s beautiful, so beautiful like this, more beautiful than the lights I’ve seen; and many I have.
I want to etch your soul to my being, to know you as I once did, as I still think I do. Fire can’t hold you down, it’s brushed off like century old dirt.
You sing off key and it’s beautiful to me, the way bits and pieces of you shine in the flecks and sparks in your emerald eyes.
When you smile time keeps moving but I stop, wonder and maybe even awe at this small piece of time, I want to save it somehow or make it dance again and again.
It scares me, I’ve never been here before like this, no point of reference, but you light the way whether the light is heaven or hellfire, misty purgatory or beautiful earth, you show it to me in scattered references and short time shared.
Here we are.
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Poem/drabble/thing=me
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Beginning of season 7, Dean.
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So feathers burn and dreams are crushed, all that remains are hollowed husks.
Hope is lost and spirits fall, all he wants is to end it all.
Plans go astray and the prince turns to pray, the call is answered, he runs to aid.
Souls are lost and friends are gained, only to be lost in pain.
Seasons change and days go by, I didn’t get to say “goodbye”.
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Poem/drabble/thing=me
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Castiel and Dean.
Playing with markers.
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Castiel and Dean Winchester= Eric Kripke
Out of the Deep/Fin-kin= riseofthefallenone
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