title: mercy of the fallen
characters: Castiel and Jo Harvelle
summary: In a game called beyondtherift, Castiel is post-Abandon All Hope and Jo is years before it. When he falls through the Rift and sees her very much alive, he's surprised that she has no idea who he is. They still befriend each other, and have had all sorts of threads, ranging from funny--Jo tried to get Castiel drunk with tequila--to the not-so-funny--Castiel admits to Jo she and her mom die in the future.

The war is won, but it always comes with a price.
disclaimer: I own nothing! Graphic made by me for Emily to use as she pleases.
notes: True story. Emily is actually the first person I ever roleplayed with. Over two years ago, I stumbled on her shiny Flack journal and asked for a thread. I had no idea what RP etiquette was. Instead of going GO AWAY CREEPER, she was sweet enough to play with me. And now, two years later, we play with many different characters, both fandom and original. Basically, she is awesome and this is her Christmas gift. Well, half of her Christmas gift.

I have an early bedtime tonight, but wanted to get this up before I go. :D

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title: you got wires
characters: John Callahan, Lena Austen, mentions of Sonny.
summary: Rizzy wanted backstory for some of the Original Characters we play at beyondtherift. She wanted a peak as to how they spent last year's Christmas. And she wanted horrible. I fused it all together. :|
warning: Rated R. Violence, abuse, triggery stuff, SERIOUSLY, IT'S CHRISTMAS, DON'T READ THIS. Also wrote this at six-thirty in the morning. So, you know. Typos galore.
notes: One of... idek how many gifts I have for varymydays, who is my RP partner and my wifette in every sense of the word. We create stories, we build worlds, we pit characters together, and it's always the most wonderful thing in the world to me. I FEEL BAD GIVING HER HORRIBLE FIC FOR A CHRISTMAS PRESENT, BUT SHE ASKED FOR IT, OKAY. ;__; I... hope you like it. :x The rest of the requests are coming along, I promise! Just maybe not by the deadline.

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