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People Populate the Darkness by Blacktablet
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), American Gods - Neil Gaiman
22 Jan 2012
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Shadow and Mr Nancy started comparing scars after their fourth beers, and they goaded John into joining them.
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The Man in the Gaberdine Suit by Merlin Missy (mtgat) for girl_called_sun
Fandoms: American Gods - Neil Gaiman
21 Dec 2011
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Shadow comes home.
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Anansi has to rewrite some of his tales to include a new character.
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Fix-it for 5.22, Swan Song. Anansi called their quest ‘How the Trickster Gods Stormed Hell’ and it was possibly the stupidest thing Gabriel had ever done. Well, aside from confronting Lucifer and trusting a bunch of Trickster gods with his life. Anyway, it was all the Winchesters’ fault
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- Part 4 of Destinies and Other Choices
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Surviving. It's a two man con: you can't do it on your own, even if you want to, even if you need to, even if you try.
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5.22 coda. They helped get the boys here to preserve their own existences. Now they’ve got what they wanted it seems a little... lacking.
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- Part 3 of Destinies and Other Choices
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Missing scene from 5.18; contains spoilers for 5.21.
Not even the gods want to die but the plan is hardly foolproof.
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- Part 2 of Destinies and Other Choices
- Language:
- English
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For centuries Gabriel had hidden from his family, from himself, but others saw him very, very clearly. They knew what he truly was.
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- Part 1 of Destinies and Other Choices
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Delirium: If Thou Be'st Born To Strange Sights by FayJay
Fandoms: Pirates of the Caribbean, The Sandman
04 May 2009
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in which Captain Jack Sparrow encounters a most peculiar young lady, and meets a long-lost relative, and is perhaps a touch too forward with a goat.
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- Part 3 of Endless Days
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Bast closes her eyes, shutting out the sun. She hasn't dreamed in weeks.
She hadn't been on the battlefield. She remembers stalking through the tall grass—sometimes creeping, sometimes leaping, always racing—her eyes fixed on a soaring shape overhead. She'd taken one look at the tree and ducked into the underbrush, remembering. He'd gone too far to come back, she thought. She should know. She'd taken him.
Even through her eyelids, the light is glaring. She sinks her claws deeper, feels the fish die.
Bast is accustomed to death. She is accustomed to prayers for the departed; she is accustomed to the small, shadowy shapes that slink through her peripheral vision like some eternal, waking dream. She is accustomed to knowing their names.