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sketching-fox · 4 years
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Comission done (cropped so Tumvlr dont delete my post) for @xharuka17x, one of my bidders on Fic Facer 2020.
Her request was to draw this scene from her fic Eucalyptus!
LINK TO FULL ART
LINK TO THE FIC
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tsusagi · 4 years
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Hey!
Here's my second contribution to the 2020 @ficfacers charity auction! Thanks to all the participants !
I am grateful to the two people who have chosen me to carry out their requests.
request for Susan N
Special Requests (Within What the Artist Has Said They'll Do) :
I'd love TFW 2.0 sitting on a beach enjoying their retirement after defeating Chuck. Hawaiian shirts and mixed drinks would be nice.
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kingdumbass · 4 years
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Hey, guys! Back again with a new fic. Written for the Fic Facers 2020 Auction, this fic is unlike my usual fare with almost no angst or heartache! Just a decent sized helping of pining, a dash of fluff, and a side order of smut. Hope you like it, cheesy jokes aside, and let me know what you think in the comments! Xx 😎🤙🏻🩲
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Summary:
Castiel has got it bad for his college roommate Dean, but Dean would never fall for a guy like Castiel... Would he?
Pairing: Castiel/Dean, background Dean/Lisa
Rated: E
Words: 13,871
Tags: College AU, Roommates AU, Fluff and Smut, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Panty Kink, Lame Attempt at Humor
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ficfacers · 4 years
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PLEASE, WILL YOU BID ON ME?🦊
Supernatural fans!
June 12-26, 2020,
come make your bid for a fan story or artwork you get to design yourself at
FicFacers.com
Choose from our catalog of artists and authors offering options for all kinds of fanart images and fanfic.
Winning bidders donate their bid directly to @randomactsorg  and receive their selection with our gratitude.
✏Authors and artists, if you wish to offer your talent to raise money for a good cause this summer, please send a message to [email protected]
Promo art by @lyselkatz
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homespon · 4 years
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My three art pieces for the Fic Facer$ 2020 Auction. Thanks, everyone!
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nickelkeep · 4 years
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I’m at it again! I’m offering up two lots for @ficfacers‘ 2020 Auction!
You can find my page HERE.
For every $10 you bid, you’re guaranteed 1,000 words!
We have some amazing creatives in this year’s auction, so there’s sure to be something to wet your whistle!
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castielscarma · 4 years
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Aim Straight
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25535833/chapters/61958800 The first chapter in my 2020 @ficfacers fic is up! Rating: E. Light angst, fake relationship, case fic,  The wind near the edge of the cliff is a violent thing. As Dean peers down at the waters of Jocassee lake, he sees the jagged wall of the cliff that plummets sharply down. There are no sandy beaches below, just the quiet of the waters and the howling wind. Dean turns his gaze to the right. He can see the green trees of the forest lining up along the edge of the cliff but further away the cliff isn't so steep and the distance to the lake is a mere five feet. He shakes his head. Why on earth did Dan Kippen decide to hang his... message here of all places? “I don't see anything, officer.” “It's easy to miss. The forensics has already taken down the larger part of the banner but you see, down there, at that rock that pokes out?” Dean narrows his eyes and thinks he sees a cloth flapping in the wind. He imagines seeing the red streaks of blood but knows it must be in his head. Dan's body is already cleared and chilling in a box until someone can look at it. “So he tried to hang the banner in the middle of nowhere and plummeted to his death?” Brief affront flashes on officer Graham's face before he speaks. “I assure you, Mr. Stark, this is not in the middle of nowhere. It might feel so for you big town folk – “ “He meant no offense officer.” Graham glances at Sam. “Alright, Mr. Banner. As I was saying, he was apparently trying to hang a banner up, slipped, and fell to his death.” Dean clicks his tongue. “And why would Mr. Kippen propose like that to Miss – “ “Miss Megalyn Julie,” Graham answers. “No idea sir, that's what we're trying to find out.” Dean nods. “Can we see the evidence you gathered so far, and take a look at Mr. Kippen? Was he from around?” “Yes. From Pickens, just an hour south. Where our office is located.” He pauses and licks his lips. “And I'll gladly let you take a peek at the evidence. With the other suspicious event happening in Pickens, folks are antsy you see. I really hope these cases are not connected.” Sam interjects. “There's been another case like this?” “Well, not like this, everyone is alive.” The officer shakes his head. “Just not right you see. Mr. and Mrs. Krushnic were on the brink of divorce – it was curse words flying, furniture being tossed out, the prized tomato plant being vandalized – “ “The prized tomato plant?” “Yes, Mr. Banner. And now they're all... really happy.” “Happy? That's suspicious? That they're happy?” Graham looks down for a second. “It's difficult to explain. But I've been an officer for many years in this town. I know when something is off, sir. And something is off with the Krushnics. I was thinking maybe non-locals would be able to help. They might talk more easily with someone if they don't think we're poking around.” Dean arches an eyebrow. “When you say off, you mean off as in ax murder off or off as in they wear knitted vests?” “Maybe both?” Read the rest on ao3! Comments, kudos, reblogs and constructive criticism is much appreciated.
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verobatto · 4 years
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Just a few days more!
Check the list here!
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sketching-fox · 4 years
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Comission done for Kat, the first of my bidders on @ficfacers 2020! FULL IMAGE HERE
Her request was to illustrate this specifc scene (where Dean dreams about Castiel in the Highlands - YES, they are wearing kilts) in the Fic Along My Restless Palms! LINK TO THE FIC
And again, my THANK YOU for bidding on mw and my thanks to all our supporters on FicFacers!
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tsusagi · 4 years
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hi!
So normally I should have posted this a few days ago, but I didn't have time...
So I'm posting it today!
Here is the second request for the 2020 @ficfacers charity auction!
request for noxsoulmate
Special Requests (Within What the Artist Has Said They'll Do) : 
Destiel 
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ficfacers · 4 years
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Supernatural fans!
June 12-26, 2020,
Come make your bid for a fan story or artwork you get to design yourself at
FicFacers.com
Choose from our catalog of artists and authors offering options for all kinds of #fanart images and #fanfic.
Winning bidders donate their bid directly to @randomactsorg  and receive their selection with our gratitude.
✏Authors and artists, if you wish to offer your talent to raise money for a good cause this summer, please send a message to
Promo art by @destiel_ness
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paintmeahero · 4 years
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FIC FACERS!!
We’re an international fundraising group of authors and artists who love Supernatural and grateful friends to the excellent charity Random Acts. We offer thank yous to people who agree here to donate to Random Acts by creating stories/art, crafts, and more for winning bidders (auction) and ticket buyers (raffle).
See our list of Cast & Crew, enjoy our 2019 Auction Group Video and our  2018 Auction Group Video, and check out our Map of World Domination.
DONATE TO RANDOM ACTS!
2020 Auction Catalog
My Page In Specific
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castielsdisciple · 4 years
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angryboywonder · 4 years
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You guys -
THERE IS STILL TIME.
If you would like something written for you all while supporting a good cause, now is your chance.
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castielscarma · 4 years
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A sudden hit
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25535833/chapters/63732622  Aim Straight's 4th chapter "A sudden hit" is up! Summary: Dean finally has a moment to relax after the finished case. That relaxation will evaporate when he finds out that Cas and Sam are closer than he thought. One of the undeniable truths that Dean has learned from an early age is that if things can get worse, they usually do. And with how the last couple of days have been, he doesn't look forward to the other shoe dropping. And in true Winchester fashion, he'll face the problem later. “Here Sammy, you take the arrows. Have fun. I'll go have my own fun.” Sam makes a face and scowls. “Dean, I'm your brother, I don't wanna know.” Dean narrows his eyes and shakes his head in disgust. “A bath Sam, I'm taking a bath. Might grab a beer first though. Where's Jack?” “I haven't seen him yet. Tell him I'm in the library and that he can bring snacks. I think this might take a while.” Dean sighs heavily. “Man, just let me burn the sticks.” Sam cocks his head and juts out his chin stubbornly. “Give me a few hours, Dean and then you can have your fire party. If I can't find anything, I'll give them to you, no arguing.” “Alright, if you wanna bury your nose in the books, be my guest. I'll need some kindling for my fire party later, so save the most boring ones for me, will ya?”   Dean shuffles to the kitchen and opens up the dead guy cooler. “It's already starting,” he grumbles when he can't find any beer. “I swear if that kid drank up all the good stuff and didn't restock – “  “Hi, Dean.” The unmistakable voice brings some sunshine to Dean's foul mood and his lips pull into a smile as he turns. “Hey, Jack. So how was alone time? No one to bother you, just you and the stars?” Jack shrugs. “You don't bother me, Dean. I like having you around. Isn't that what a family is for?” Jack holds up a plastic bag. “Beer?” Dean grins. He taught Jack good. He grabs the bag and pulls out a beer. “You want one?” 
Jack shakes his head. “Maybe later. I was about to play mahjong.”
  “Mahjong, eh? Wild. But it's a brain game, need to have all the lights on.” 
“Yes. How did the case go?” 
Dean swallows and tries to chase away the memories of him and Cas in bed, Cas' body so close to his, the whole fake husband thing that didn't feel fake at all. 
“Good, good. Some sort of cursed object. I say we burn it but you know Sam. He loves his books.” 
Jack nods. “Better be safe than sorry.” https://archiveofourown.org/works/25535833/chapters/63732622 You can read the rest here!
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redheadshenanigans · 4 years
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It's that time again!
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TAKE A LOOK! LOTS OPEN IN JUNE!
https://www.juliahouston.com/fic-facers/fic-facers-2018archive/redheadshenanigans/
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