sammi writes stuff – rennegades backup

Okay, fanfic writers: I double-dog dare you.

kavinskysdick:

emmagrant01:

Open up the file of the last fic you worked on, copy the very first sentence of that fic (no cheating!), add it to the bottom of this post, and reblog.

Eames first learned of the Kaiju when he was twenty-two.

IT’S COMING ALONG REALLY SLOWLY OK

Dean hummed and air drummed the beat of the latest song stuck in his head as he walked back to his apartment from the library, looking forward to seeing Cas after a day of long lectures and tedious group project work.

DEAN/CAS COLLEGE AUS ARE MY CATHARSIS OKAY DON’T LOOK AT ME

(I had to dig the paper out of my purse, since I write on scraps at work, but…)

He will never be of an impressive size.

abitofclaireity:

She knows better than to listen to her classmates. Claire has a lot of experience in ignoring the nasty whisper that tend to spring up around her not-quite-normal family. She’s ignored the whispers about her deadbeat dad and about how her mother struggled to support them. About her increasingly shabby clothing. About how awful her mother is for dragging her around the country instead of sending her to school. It’s all variations on the same old theme, and all things that she learned to tune out years ago.

But this is different. This doesn’t start with a whisper of “Amelia” or “Jimmy” or “Claire”.

It starts with giggles and “Castiel.”

She can’t help but look over curiously. There are three girls from her class hunched over an iPad; two of them look absolutely enthralled in whatever is on the screen, while the third is quite obviously disinterested. It only takes a moment for Claire to realize that they’re reading; she recognizes the passages. Not only because she’s read the book, but because she lived it.

They’re not very far into “The Rapture”. From what she’s hearing, they’re only just reaching the point where her father’s madness becomes noticeable. She’s not sure how she feels about how it’s portrayed in the book; a lot of things that happened got glossed over or ignored entirely. A lot of the things Jimmy had tried to get them to believe him about Castiel had frightened Amelia and Claire; it’s far from a good memory.

None of that matters now.

None of that matters in the wake of “And then the bitch had the gall not to believe him!”

She’s telling herself to calm down. That these girls don’t know what it was like; that they’ve only read the bits and pieces of their lives that make Jimmy look good for accepting Castiel. They didn’t live through it, through the fear that her father was slowly going insane, talking out loud to invisible people and the increasingly dangerous stunts designed to try and prove to his family that he wasn’t.

This she tells herself while the two supernatural fangirls rant and rave about how stupid and mean Amelia is for not believing that something special and magical was happening when Jimmy tried boiling his hand. How they would have known instantly that angels were real and that Jimmy had been chosen for something more. That they would have stood by his side and supported him in ways that Amelia was just too dumb to know how. It is at this point that the narrator leans towards her friends conspiratorially. “She totally deserves it when she gets possessed by a demon later on.”

Claire snaps.

There really isn’t any other explanation for it. One moment she is trying to calm down, trying to stop listening and the next… the next moment little miss narrator is screaming in pain as Claire stomps on her fingers hard enough to crack the screen on the iPad underneath them.

By the time she’s pulled off of the girls, Narrator-girl’s fingers are definitely broken and Fangirl’s got a truly impressive shiner. Their non-fangirl friend is covered in scratches and bruises from where she tried to pull Claire off and only got violence in response. Claire doesn’t get away without injury, either. There are scratches on her face from the girls fighting back, and her lip is split. There are bruises starting to bloom along her arms and her ribs ache from where she was grabbed.

She remains defiantly silent when they’re sent to the principal. Her silence is taken for the admission of guilt that it is when the trio blames her for starting the fight. It’s taken for the lack of regret that it is when she refuses to explain why she attacked them. She’s so stubborn about it that she remains quiet throughout the wait for her ride home, and then on the ride itself.

She has a week’s suspension as a result of her actions. She doesn’t plan on explaining.

Okay so this is the fic thing that I’ve spent the last few hours writing and fussing over grammar in. Set in the recordofanovak/fuu!Claire universe.

recordofanovak:

Claire Novak loses her virginity on the hood of her car.

She has a fake ID that says her name is Naomi and that she is twenty years old.

Her hair has been cut short and temporarily dyed red, her clothes cut as provacatively as she’d been comfortable with. Between the ruby red heels, jeans that could have been painted on, a bikini top and leather jacket, she makes for a rather noticable figure. No matter how awkward and stilted she expects herself to be, it’s surprisingly easy to slip into playing a more promisicuous person.

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Faith

Set in the No Rest For The Wicked Supernatural RP ‘verse.

Essentially it’s a recap of Claire from series to the point where she’s at in game.

abitofclaireity:

When Claire was young— younger, that is— she had her father to guide her way. She didn’t have his faith in God or even the desire to abide by it, but Daddy was Daddy and playing faithful little christian always brought out the brightest of smiles.

And then Daddy wasn’t.

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When it comes to Ben Braeden, Claire is of two minds.

She wishes her relationship with him was as easy to define as her relationship with Jesse Turner. When it comes to the Antichrist, her opinion is simple and straight forwards: she means it when she calls him “Assbutt”. She doesn’t care very much for the magical misfit, and doubts that will ever change. There are just too many years of mutual antagonism between them.

She doesn’t care for his relationship with Ben, either. Although the boys are closer in age to her, it grates on her nerves that Jesse has so much more influence than she does.

But Ben himself… her feelings for him are so difficult to pin down. Jesse is dislike and mistrust but she has no word, no definition for what Ben means to her. It is something… more than anything she’s ever felt. She cares so very deeply for him, enough so that she would and has dropped everything to come when he calls for her. She has gone to him when he needed a shoulder to lean on, and when all he wanted to do was share a beer in celebration of his mother’s birthday.

The part that frustrates her is that Ben doesn’t quite feel the same pull.

(She would be absolutely devastated to learn just how similar her relationship with Ben is to the one that Castiel once had with Dean Winchester. She would be horrified to think that of all the things that Castiel had to leave her with it was that.)

She hates the unknowing hold that he has over her, but she can’t find it in herself to hate Ben. She has kissed him and lain with him. She has hit him and run from him. She has caught him in bed with others, and he has cheered her on as she flirted and teased her way across the country, scoring them cheap eats and cheaper beds.

She loves him, but she hates his effect on her.