I have not been able to get the hob story to move an inch yet again -- this is the second time I tried to write it for the [livejournal.com profile] sabriel_mini and the second time it didn't budge.

So I'm picking up 'The Man Comes Around' again since it's already at 22K words, even though it was utterly jossed by the end of season 5 -- I started writing it after 5.10 during the mid-season hiatus. Which means that I had anticipated the car-based puns for the Horsemen, but not which ones (I had Death drive a Pinto, etc), and didn't have Anna or Gabriel get killed. Also there is an alligator-style egg mound in the back of Bobby's scrapyard that an entire garrison of angels is getting broody over.

[livejournal.com profile] alchemyalice gave me a critique of the partial draft way back when, but I could sure use volunteer alpha readers. I know that I need to work on the Dean&Sam stuff, and rewrite a lot of the early part of the story -- I started it as a Dean/Cas fic and it mutated into a Sam/Gabriel one. Anyone want to volunteer?
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Alligator-style egg mounds are new to me for this fandom. Which means I endorse them wholeheartedly.
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Bobby's scrapyard being perfect for that for all the wrong reasons. It'd take a couple of weeks before he starts adding bourbon to his morning coffee.

Angel eggs always require a little bit of effort for me to believe in, because they can't work if angels are multidimensional wavelengths of celestial intent, since they wouldn't require the whole breeding-and-birth process of carbon-based lifeforms...but then, if the fic has them as physical beings that don't need vessels for this dimension, it's all right.

And the sort of communal-style parenting that'd come from the set-up you have here would be absolutely adorable.
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Oh, that's nifty! Yet another thing I haven't seen before in the fandom. I adore it when that happens.

High on my list of Fics I'm Not Going To Write, No Really, I Swear is a Supernatural fic where angels are physical beings with wings and fingernails and digestive systems and all that good stuff - where they lay eggs, and their culture dictates they're to be incubated, hatched, and raised communally, to minimize the family for the sake of the society. And yes, they're quite precocial here, too.

I have a lot of notes about eggs being laid in pairs, angels being an endangered species, the meaning behind older brothers and sisters versus younger brothers and sisters, the sexual dimorphism leaning towards the raptor model with the females being larger than the males, Dean mistaking Castiel's cloaca for a navel, stuff like that.
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The canon is hampered by the fairly limited effects budget, as well. No such restraints when it's just text.

I hadn't been, and I am now. I had Cas as a female, and a lot of planned conversations with Dean about the nature of being a parent and how that relies on the social definitions - he doesn't know his parents, he won't raise his kids as his own or even know who they are, and he can't figure out why Dean finds that so upsetting.
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No mammaries, no nipples, but a navel - at least, something that looks like a navel. And then when Dean finds out what that actually is, he's torn between fascination, embarrassment, disgust, and shock.

He would've been raised mostly by the community's males until he's old and strong enough to join the other females in their own set of activities. One of the females laid the egg he hatched out of, and one of the males helped make that laying happen, but he doesn't know which one, and whenever he asked he never got an answer and was actively discouraged from asking again. So by the time he finds Dean and Sam, who were raised by their parents, he immediately thinks John and Mary were incredibly selfish people, to keep their children all to themselves.

Also, when he needs to get clean and wash out his hair, Cas takes a dust bath. It's Sam who figures out what he's doing first.
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He would be, yeah. When I was thinking about who I'd have play Cas' mate/spouse/partner, I settled on Freddy Rodriguez.

Another thing I'd not thought about until you brought it up, and I'm so happy you did. The males would be more verbal than females, on the whole, as the females who go out beyond the little safe communal villages/living areas would have to be stealthy and quiet, both for their own safety and to better hunt. Males that raise children and go about the general running of the place would have to exchange more verbal information, and be more casual about doing so.

Cas doesn't know about human culture, but he does know a bit about mammal biology - it's important for hunting to know which ones are which, so he's able to extrapolate and properly guess Sam and Dean's genders.

There's about 2000 angels kicking around when Cas meets Sam and Dean, and until he showed up, everyone thought they'd gone extinct around the time of the first Crusade. This is really the sort of thing I should look into developing into something, since I managed to create a lot of notes and an entire story arc and it'd be a shame to leave it to nothing.

I mean, I won't write this, but maybe if I had help...It's either write an AU examining Castiel's relationship with his own kind as it develops based on his interactions with Dean and Sam, or go balls-out and try to write a novel, and I think it might work better as fic.
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Like Balthazar wasn't putting on that menage-a-twelve just for his own fun. Dude has to show off to impress his lady.

"Angels as endangered species getting reintroduced to the world" was a premise in search of a plot for a few years, and it wasn't until I started watching Supernatural that it found something it could latch onto and use. I did write up the plot somewhere, and I'd be happy to type it out for you on my journal sometime this week if you'd like.
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Sam's assurance Dean attended the anthropological event of the decade does nothing to help.
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Accidentally attended an angel orgy, no less.

Sam ends up politely declining the offer, instead deciding to mine Dean for information - Cas, too, since he's been a spectator for a couple of them. It's not where he met Muriel, who took the very odd tactic of being the one to court Castiel, rather than the more common pattern of the female courting the male.

Dean doesn't know if he should laugh or not when this tiny little angel, five-six at most, is getting up in his space about how he treated Cas. It doesn't help that Murray doesn't speak English, so Cas has to translate for both of them, and he manages to make even the most obscene death threats sound polite when he delivers them so perfectly deadpan.
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It's more of a wine than a beer, angels don't cultivate grains to ferment them but they do collect fruits from the local region. Like wine with a bigger kick, and Dean's really enjoying that, and angels don't usually wear shirts anyway and when someone takes his off he's fine and rolls with it, and then...some images are burned into his brain forever.

"What? What's he saying?"
"He said if you took so much as one drop of my blood for your nefarious sorcery he'll chain you to the canyon walls and feed you your own testicles, you sloppy, over-grown hairy sack of...the best word for that is shit, but it's worse in Enochian. It loses something in the translation."
"Worse?"
"Well, you know when we defecate it's not a question of it being either a solid or a liquid but both coming at once, so he's referring to the -"
"Just - just tell him I get what he's trying to tell me."
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Dean's never seen the results of Castiel's defecation, just a couple of glimpses of him hunched over a pot or crouching over a little hole in the ground. When he found out that wasn't a navel he'd poked at when Cas was unconscious, he did one of those full-body heeby-jeeby things he does on the show sometimes that manages to be oddly endearing.

I so need to type up my notes on this for you.
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It gets worse when he realizes that's not just the exit, but also the entrance, and Cas is a girl, so - OH GOD DRINK THE PAIN AWAY.

Remind me, and I can get to them later this week. Blog post or e-mail?
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I hope you don't mind a drive-by comment... I was just skimming through the comments and came across this, and I just wanted to say, I hope you do write this fic eventually. I have a biology degree, and I love it when people put so much thought into something like this, so much effort to make it feel real. It drives me nuts whenever I come across a Dean/Cas mpreg where the pregnancy is very human-normal and the end result is a cute little baby with wings. It makes me want to write a fic where the resulting combination of a flesh and blood human and a wavelength of celestial intent is much... messier.

Anyway... sorry for interrupting. Just wanted to say I love your ideas!
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