I know you wrote "Life Imitates Art" ages ago, but I just wanted to tell you that I'm in love with it and it rocks so thank you.

Oh my gosh, thank you and bless you, friend! You rock. And hey: while I will readily admit that I did indeed write it ages ago, I am also at an age where a year and a half sounds longer than it feels. There is no expiration date on the warm fuzzies I get when I receive feedback as kind as this. 

WIP Meme

I was tagged by my sister-in-squee and red pen extraordinaire, @sp-oops -- bless for days! And I’ve been super-absent and don’t really have a bead on all my fellow wordsmiths, but I’ll go ahead and tag @saenalife.

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

The things:

That Cas fic, Cosmos. The one that was supposed to be an easy, short-and-sweet fic about gazing at the great beyond with everyone’s favorite angel, but turned out to be a great big feels-y, canon-relevant ball of flames. Still with Cas, still regarding space. Just, you know, more. Like, are y’all as verklempt as I am that Cas looks at humanity the same way humanity looks at the stars? Because you’re about to be his Polaris, fam. If you watched the entirety of S11 and thought “Someone needs to show this man (-slash-angel) he’s not replaceable,” this fic is probably for you. If you like space and think banging Cas would be just swell, this fic is definitely for you.

A Dean fic that, much like the above, originated as something meant to be quick and easy--Dean + Reader + a cabin in the woods (of northern Michigan, effectively doubling this fic as a love letter to my former home-state, whoops), but turned out to be, you guessed it, rather more angsty. Don’t worry though; it’s about healing, not hurting. The gist is: in an effort to give Dean a break from his present, you bring him to a place that allows you to make peace with your past. This one hasn’t really been started in earnest, but it exists. Trying to pick the canon time-frame that best suits my purposes before I actually write this one.

Still finishing up the next part of AFL. Shouldn’t be difficult since it’s already partially written and has been outlined to death, but I’ve committed myself to hitting “post” on the Cas fic first. Set during 9x02, Reader gives a sizable “hell nah” to being expected to Kevin-sit when there’s clearly some major demon activity going down. And if you’ve seen 9x02, you know that it ends with her realizing exactly what kind of secret she’s keeping from Sam. 

And a handful of other things, because one’s work is never done but I won’t list them here, as they are terribly theoretical and unfinished (and most are likely months and months away, even if I do get my act together, so). 

Roving review bunny here! I just finished reading Betting on Red, and now I have ideas for my person... Don't hate me for stealing your genius, but if it worked on Cas... Anyway, I grinned all the way though this story, and holy... First off, I like that Cas is the one asking for it this time. And the balance of innocent!Cas and dirty!Cas is spot on! Fans self... Love Love LOVE!!! Are you wearing lipstick, Cas? You bet he is! Hehehehe... Gorgeous writing, recommending this to a friend. Sigh...

Hey, when it works, it works, right? So glad you enjoyed it! And thank you so, so much for the awesome review! Not to mention the recommendation; I can’t think of a higher compliment, so bless you for that. I am right there with you, friend: needy Cas is, like, the opposite of a problem. It always makes me happy when people mention or quote that last line, because (despite being unplanned when I started) it was one of the first things I wrote and I still get a kick out of it. Thank you again! I’m sorry if I’m super-late in my response to this, but you’ve made my day! 

Updated my WIP list, seeing as I went HAM on back-to-school deals for writing supplies and have been outlining current and future projects like mad. The writing/posting hiatus must end! I swear to god, I will kick my own ass. I have missed you guys so much and continue to be super-grateful to everyone who has decided to stick around despite my taking nearly 9 months off (god damn it) to deal with life and everything that comes with it. 

I just read Life Imitates Art and holy crap. More!! More!! Encore! We need an Encore!! Are you going to write a part Two?? I love how you develop the characters to be so authentic. It's not just a character you slapped Dean's face over. But I need a part Two!!

Aaahhh! Thank you so much, anon! It thrills me to no end that you find the characterization authentic, and you are very, very kind to say so. I don’t think I’ll be doing a part two to that specific fic, but I will definitely do more for Dean in the future! How could I not? 

Three Sentence WIP Game

I was tagged by @sp-oops to share three sentences from three works in progress. Bless your bones, lady! (And if you don’t mind, I’m going to steal your structure, because it was exquisite and made my organization-loving soul ascend.) I am going to pass the torch to @saenalife, @kittenofdoomage, and @dreamsfromthebunker. Don’t feel obligated, guys; only do it if you want to! These are all hella rough and subject to change (and by change I mean ruthless editing), but I suppose that’s what WIP means, yeah? They’re ordered in the way I’m most likely to finish them. The second one cheats a little in that it’s technically more than three lines; I counted each snippet of dialogue as one line. Please don’t kick me off the porch, @sp-oops! Cosmos, Castiel x Reader Set post-Season 11, but the backstory diverges from canon around 11x18 or so. Despite what these three lines make it look like, it’s a cautiously optimistic, on-the-upswing sort of fic. Because I think we can all agree that Cas needs some love.

Lucifer’s smile is arch, armed to the teeth, and he watches you like you’re a punchline. It sticks like a bur between your ribs: this invader, this fucking parasite, knows Cas in a way that you could never fathom.

AFL (Part 4), Sam x Gadreel x Reader Set in Season 9, specifically during 9x02.

“Sam, what Tracy said. Letting Lucifer out—that wasn’t—”   He halts you with that patented, long-suffering Sam Winchester look—the one that rails against absolution so hard you can almost hear it: Don’t tell me it wasn’t my fault. You swallow the lump in your throat. “That’s not who you are, just something you did. It’s not the same thing.”

Untitled fic, Michael x Seraph!Reader Set in Season 5. An angsty thang with sensuality and subtext (but not explicit smut; it didn’t suit the interaction and I’m interested in keeping the reader’s sex and gender ambiguous). Based on an anonymous request.

Rather, you remember obedience before it settled heavy around your neck. Better still, you remember the the brother who commanded it—brighter than the sun, and older. Obedience was circling him like a satellite.

Hey, guys.

Just wanted to drop a line to say that—despite all evidence to the contrary—I still exist, and I am still writing. Crazy, right? But it’s true. Suffice it to say that life got in the way of productivity for a good bit (months, months), but I’m here. I really am. And currently in the process of writing a post-S11 Cas/Reader fic that I hope to be able to share with all of you in the near future. I wasn’t going to mention it until I’d finished, but I’ve been emotively screaming with my dear @sp-oops about this plot for a couple weeks now, so. Why not light the metaphorical fire under my own ass too, right? I want to thank all of you who have stuck with me through the drought. It wasn’t for nothing.  

Tag Game: Fic Edition

I was tagged by @saenalife (on my other blog); thank you, Sae! I only have four fics, so this will probably be a lot of repetition but ayyy.  1. Your 3 fanfics with the most comments:

In descending order, via AO3: Endless, Betting on Red, Life Imitates Art.

2. Your 3 fanfics with the most kudos

In descending order, via AO3/Tumblr: Betting on Red, Life Imitates Art, Endless.

3. Your Oldest Fanfic:

I’m just going to shamefully ignore everything I wrote when I was in middle school and say Betting on Red. There is a truer answer, but no one will ever hear me admit it!

4. Your Latest Fanfic: A Finer Line, but I have some WIPs that I’ve worked on more recently. 

5. Your Proudest Fanfic:

Gonna say Betting on Red. I don’t know that it’s my favorite, but it was the first fictional thing I’d written in nearly 15 years. In that regard, I’m happier with how it turned out than anything else. 6. Your Longest Fanfic:

A Finer Line.

7. Your 3 fanfics with the most Bookmarks: In descending order, via AO3: Betting on Red, Life Imitates Art, Endless.

8. Your top 3 crossover fanfics: I don’t have any! I don’t write nearly enough to be able to answer this one.

9. Your favourite character to write in fanfic: Probably Dean, strangely enough. He’s not my favorite character in the show, or even my favorite of TFW, but he’s ridiculously entertaining to write for. He has a fun voice. Sooo, tagging: WHERE MY MUTUALS AT? @sp-oops @absolute-archangels @dreamsfromthebunker @adorabloodthirsty-fanfics/@imnotcuteimadorabloodthirsty @kittenofdoomage @darcy-chick @katorainwonderland @guardianangelcas @oriona75 @elyshakate My apologies if any of you have already been tagged, already done this, or simply don’t want to. Feel free to ignore!

Hi! Really liking "a finer line" so far. Could you do another gadreel fic where he thinks he has to suffer his PTSD alone, but reader catches on. She lets him stay in her room to "watch over her" (aka not confined and alone, feels trusted) a little angst, a lotta fluff, please. Smut optional. (But def appreciated)

Hey, thanks! If you like angst and fluff as much as I do (and smut; let’s be honest here), I think you’ll like where AFL is going in the future. ;) I’m really behind on my to-write list because of the holidays (and life in general this December, wow), but I can add your request to the list for you! There’s not enough Gadreel love around these parts, is there? Happy New Year, anon.

Your stuff is awesome. Thank you for sharing it!

Thank you for saying so, anon! You’re too kind! I’m always happy to share. And thanks to everyone for sticking around with me! December has been one heck of a month over here, but I’m hoping to have plenty more to give you all in the new year. Happy holidays, guys.

Hey there! Could you write an angsty(is that even a word?) fic with YoungJohn!Michael x Angel!Reader inspired by Skylar Grey's Love The Way You Lie (Original Demo) song? You could throw some smut in there if you're up for it. Thanks and keep being awesome! PS: Sorry for the anon ask, I have an account but I'm not at home right now. Also, I may have sent this question twice because the connection here is awful, sorry for that too.

An archangel plus angst?! You are speaking my language, anon. Yes, I can! I’m not the world’s fastest writer (my apologies for that), but I’ll see what I can do! Just listened to the song and I actually have an idea for the fic already. Adding it to the list now.

Okay, so I got home late from work and I'm not blaming you or anything, but I WAS reading the second chapter of A FIner Line when I missed my train stop and had to circle back. Just sayin'! PS - Really looking forward to the next chapter!

Oh, you are wonderful! That’s most likely what I’ll post next, seeing as it’s about half-done at the moment. :) It actually works really well to cleanse my writing palate (so to speak) in between one shots, since it’s relatively low maintenance. I just need to fit some good old-fashioned Sammy shower smut into it first. ;) 

I just read thru all of your "200 followers" ship-lets (luckily, because tumblr didn't notify me that you answered my ask) and I just have to say, I am in AWE. Every one of them was perceptive and well thought out. I'd never have been able to do so many different moments so well, in such a short amount of time. I love seeing people do stuff that I can't; it inspires me to try harder. So thanks for being you and sharing your talent with all of us!

Oh my gosh, @saenalife! Forgive me if I go full Jared on you for a moment here. Thank you so much! And to be honest, your writing always has this lovely, natural pace and flow to it that I think I struggle to accomplish, so the feeling is mutual! Whenever I pick up something of yours, I feel “at home,” like I need to be sitting in a comfy chair with a cup of tea before I continue. It’s wonderful. (So you can imagine my joy when I read this!)

PS. SHIP-LETS! I had no idea what to call them, but that’s perfect.

200 Follower Celebration (Update)

Aaand that was the last of them! Thank you so much for joining in, guys. I hope you had as much fun getting matched up as I had playing matchmaker. ;)

Congrats on 200 followers! You more than deserve it. I'd love a male or female match, please and thanks! I'm 5'1" with pixie-cut dark hair, gray eyes, and freckles. I wear a lot of red lipstick. Softspoken and a little motherly, but not boring. Usually the first one drunk at a party, but also the one snatching car keys and passing out water at the end of the night. I love dad jokes, animals, good beer, and bad horror movies. To most people's surprise, I'm a very fast driver and a very good liar.

Before you, Bela Talbot had insisted upon working alone. You were the only exception. And really, with a line of work as niche as supernatural con artistry, there were only so many ways that it could have gone down. Two ways, if you’re being brutally honest. Either one of you had to run the other off (which in all likelihood would have been unsavory, to say the least), or you had to come to some sort of agreement.

As tempting as option number one had been at first (for both of you), she had to admit: you were good. You flew under the radar so effortlessly it bordered on unfair–petite, soft-spoken, unassuming little you, who could run a con with the best of them. And, okay, maybe she had a thing for the combination of dark hair and red lips.

The two of you were a slow burn, but oh, did it burn so well. Partners in crime became partners in everything. You were a charming combination of laid back and playful (and it had been a long time since she was willing to admit how much she needed that). In return, she drove you crazy–in only the best ways, of course. And when it came right down to it, you were far more unstoppable together than you ever had been apart. 

I was wondering if I could get a ship? I'm Matt (or Calista), 5'8" and lanky, I have short dirty blonde hair and hazel/green eyes. I'm pretty artsy, and love being alone at home with some alternative playing as I draw or read. I could be considered as cold towards some but once I truly trust someone, I can open up to them. I love being outside when it rains and bad weather is when I often find my peace. I bottle my emotions but prone to let it all out when it all gets too much. Thank you again

When Castiel first touched down, the two of you didn’t have much to say to each other. You weren’t nearly as outspoken as your two brothers, and it was always your tendency to hang back and observe. Especially where angels were concerned. None of you had even known they existed, and they were quickly proving themselves to be more than trouble and less than trustworthy. 

For the first time in a long time, you could hardly believe what was in front of you. You watched and watched, and–eventually–you started to like what you saw. Cas was like a storm himself–fierce, unpredictable, and yet strangely calming. 

You were the first one to notice the changes in him, to see the gears shift and click as he grew to realize that certain rules were better off broken. Of your family, you were the least surprised when he fell on the side of rebellion–for the sake of humanity. For the sake of the Winchesters. For one Winchester in particular, who he’d discovered had the beautiful habit of sitting in the rain and watching the world go by.

200 Follower Celebration (Update)

I never really specified an end time for the 200 Follower Celebration, so let’s go with 12 AM EST tomorrow (November 6th) as the hard cut-off. I’ll take anything that hits my inbox between now and then! 

So if anyone’s still out there hanging back, you’ve got 20-ish hours to drop me a line and I will ship you! Anything beyond that and I’m afraid I’ll have to step away so that I can get back to writing the goodies. (Ah, the life of your friendly neighborhood smut peddler.)

Again, thank you all so much for following, and for participating in this little shindig. It’s been a blast, and I love you.