In which Morgan O'Conner is a big mean enabler.

So there I was, innocently checking my twitter feed when this happened:

@morganoconner: I need fic where Clint makes a deal with a crossroads demon. Someone should write this right now. *eyes feed*

Then I stupidly, stupidly reply:

@Gambling4Kitten: @morganocconner: Yeeees. Clint can't deal with the guilt over what went down that he decided that's the way to fix it. (yes, my grammar is always that awesome.)

@morganoconner: @Gambling4Kitten: YES PLEASE OMG NEED THIS IN MY LIFE. *____*

@Gambling4Kitten: @morganoconner: Because with everything he's done in his life he's going to hell anyway. His fault good people died. Red in his ledger.

@morganoconner: @Gambling4Kitten: YES. YESYESYESYESYES OMG EXACTLY. ksrjgskfgskugfskdjhgskdufgshdj

So now I have 750 words of crossover and have no idea where I'm going with this, except that it'll probably require me researching Asgardians. BECAUSE I DIDN'T JUST SIGN UP FOR A CHALLENGE OR ANYTHING. And if needs to be done by June 2nd because REASONS.:)

(Although this probably answers the question of whether I'll claim another dystopia piece.:)

Dodgeball time

spn_j2_bigbang claims are about to go live (the RPS post is already up.)

HOLD ME, INTERNETS!