Title: The Observer 

Fandom: Supernatural 

Character: Castiel 

He didn’t need to sleep. But he did need to sometimes fall silent and pause to recharge. He’d find a park bench and settle down, coat falling on either side of him. His face would be thoughtful, and inviting. Sometimes people would join him on the bench and they’d talk with him. Most times he just watched as the children played and their mothers sometimes intervened. People, humans, would just go about their daily business, so unaware of the gift that they had been given.

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The slight brushing of the back of his hand on hers was all the warning she received before he pulled away. 

“Ah, I must go. It was nice eating lunch with you. May we do it again tomorrow?” It was the same question he asked every day, and she in turn just nodded her head and showed up.  

She brushed her hair over her shoulder and considered him carefully. 

“Kiku, why aren’t you afraid?” 

“Why should I be?” 

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“Did you message him yet?” the blond turned to the other blond, and frowned. 

“Francis, no. I don’t want to message him. He’ll get started on football, I mean, the ‘American football’, not soccer like a normal person, and will just go on and on and on. How can a Canadian love this country so much?” it would never cease to amaze Matthew, never, “WE LIVE IN AMERICA. I KNOW WHAT FOOTBALL IS!”

Francis adjusted his macbook on his lap and frowned, “But he’s the one in charge of the get together, and helping Angleterre with the room assignments.”

“Sto-stop. You did not just call Arthur Angleterre. Again. Please, for the love of all that’s right with the world…” 

Francis stared blankly at his younger brother for a moment thinking, and examining his words before waving a hand (gaily), and smirking. 

“He’s always going on about England so that might as well be his nickname.”

“Says the one speaking in french…” 

“Mother loved me best.” 

“What does that even mean, asshole?”

~*~

In another city, in another state—

“No aru.” 

“Yao, come on pleeeeeeaaaaassssseeee, the latest episode of Naruto just came out and you’re not even doing anything but chatting with your dumb boyfriend!” 

In celebration of this fact, Kiku was dressed up in full cosplay. With a pink wig on. He’d decided to be Sakura tonight. 

Yao just, shook his head and went back to his typing. 

“Go use your laptop.” 

“You downloaded porn on it so it died.” 

“That wasn’t me.”

“It wasn’t Leon.”

“He’s like twelve. It could have been him—”

“I ONLY DOWNLOADED BRUCE LEE FLIMS!”

~*~

It was shaping up to be a long day. 

In the coldness of the True North, the heart of the world, the second largest country in the world—

Alfred F. Jones was forced to admit to himself that things were not going as planned. He wasn’t able to get online! His mother had taken his laptop, and phone because he’d started bugging her once again to move them to America, get citizenship there, all so they could vote for Obama. Needless to say, she wasn’t amused. 

“THIS SUCKS!!”

inspired by this. 

probably not going to continue this but

the basic plot was

al is arranging for all his friends to meet at some town at a con in canada where they shall introduce this new series they are planning on making all about ‘countries’ and the characters totally look like them

and they use livejournal and tumblr 

and it’s gay

really

really gay

with teenaged dramas you name it

(fyi francis was talking with arthur, who’s talking with yao and ravi(india), who’s dealing with kiku and naruto, and then leon (hk) who thinks he is bruce lee. alfred is grounded because his mother is tried of his love for america)

It’s main characters would be…idek but here are some random snippets

• Feli pressed the gun to the side of his face, tapping it slowly against those cheekbones that were so similar to Lovi’s own. 
  “Brother—it’s a simple question—tell me why I can’t help you…why I can’t try and protect you like you have been doing for me all these years…or…” he pressed the gun to the side of his head, brown eyes never leaving Lovi’s, “Or…” he trailed off and waited for Lovi’s reaction. 
• It’s too dangerous they all said. But they don’t know you. They just don’t get it. You live for the danger—you’re not content with staying in anyone’s shadow, are you Maddie? And Ivan—he gets that. That’s why you keep on slipping past your brother’s guard (like a fairy tale princess) to meet up with him. To have him take you on nice dates. You don’t love him—not yet anyway. 
• Macao invites Ravi in. And he means business—it’s obvious in the way he holds himself, the way the fan in his hand is half-way open. The Indian man had practically raised the boy, so far be it for him to not be able to see that something was wrong. 
  “What’s happened?”
  “Yao. He stole all the money…and I don’t know exactly where he put it at.” For once Lai-Ying’s straight to the point, and that makes Ravi relax, slightly. 
  “He’s gone off his meds again,” and then the brown-skinned man looks up, “Okay. I’ll see what I can find out.”
• It’s a small job. Quick and easy. Find the girl, kill her, and leave. Leon could do it in his sleep. But he wasn’t expecting her. No, he was not expecting her—the sister of his current lover. But a job is a job. 
• “So…this city needs a proper cleansing, yes?” Ravi can’t help but sigh at Ivan’s choice of words. 
  “No—this city has no more potential. You might as well leave well enough alone, take your hands out of all the pies—and pack up and move on. You’ve done enough.”
  “Ah—but there’s still the matter of Yao. He stole that from me, Ravi. I can’t just let that go unpunished.”
• “I need you to protect me, Arthur.” He’s dirty. He smells. But he’s finally home and Arthur vows then and there as he lets Yao inside his small apartment—to never let the other man leave him again. He’ll get him the right meds, and he’ll fix everything.

I think…this series holds promise. I cannot wait!

drinkintealikeaboss:

He hadn’t spent hours at that internet cafe doing nothing but browsing the web. No, he had been looking for a hotel to crash at…one that was friendly and had nice rooms. 

He finally found what he was looking for, and after waiting for a few more hours at the cafe for check-in time he started towards the hotel. 

It was interesting…

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today was supposed to be fanfic writing day…

so have some angsty!India…?

because it’s been like…months since I updated. 

But like my muse…was killed. 

Waifu’s itacest chapter…whatever is halfway done.
Tomorrow I write. Saturday should have updates.
I am so sorry.

letsrepopulate answered your question: ….soooo, who wants to bug me to write chapters?

SAM GET YOUR LAZY BUTT OUT OF THIS TAB AND UPDATE YOUR FREAKING CHAPTERS!!! THINK OF THE CHILDREN IN DESPERATE NEED TO KNOW HOW THEY END

IT’LL TAKE DAILY REMINDING. 

I’m going to go on a bi-monthly update schedule.

Someone wanna help me work that out?

How about you poker!anon?

Anonyme sent:

yes you. fanfiction. NOW.

-looks up at-

B-but…

I’m doing a Zombie RP right now…

And and and, it’s late….

And I…

//excuses.

Remind me again tomorrow?

suckmyfjords:

exprincesssammya replied to your post: “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

pffft—that was for the ‘write a sentence in my native language thing’

AH I SEE;;

“Jest coś, co chciałabym/chciałbym Ci powiedzieć.” I suppose ;w;

ohhhh~pretty. 

I have no clue how to say it.

But awesome!

LEAVE ME TO SLEEP IN THIS BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE THEN.

I now want to write a Shizaya fanfic with this as the plot. 

chibicoaster:

exprincesssammya:

chibicoaster:

by the way

I had a dream last night that I was somewhere

not in slave lake or Edmonton, I have no idea where though

I was pacing around, anticipating something and thinking “I have to remember my ticket from mom, I have to remember my ticket from mom”. 

Whatever it was, I was looking forward to it.

Finally, we leave for whatever this place is we’re going and im super excited and there’s other people coming

I get there and then I realize I had forgotten the ticket

and I glimpse at the tickets and see hetalia characters on them and break down crying while the people I went with to this thing get in with these super special tickets and are even laughing at me cause im being a bit of a child about it

I woke up in tears xD and I have no Idea what went on xD

It was to see the ‘Hetapocalypse Movie’

I am now tempted to write a screenplay fanfic for this. Yes. 

PFFT do it :D

Hmmm…pure crack fic? yes, coming right up. 

chibicoaster:

by the way

I had a dream last night that I was somewhere

not in slave lake or Edmonton, I have no idea where though

I was pacing around, anticipating something and thinking “I have to remember my ticket from mom, I have to remember my ticket from mom”. 

Whatever it was, I was looking forward to it.

Finally, we leave for whatever this place is we’re going and im super excited and there’s other people coming

I get there and then I realize I had forgotten the ticket

and I glimpse at the tickets and see hetalia characters on them and break down crying while the people I went with to this thing get in with these super special tickets and are even laughing at me cause im being a bit of a child about it

I woke up in tears xD and I have no Idea what went on xD

It was to see the ‘Hetapocalypse Movie’

I am now tempted to write a screenplay fanfic for this. Yes. 

North Mexico is now my favorite country. Yes.