d e s t i n y ;
we ripped up the ending... and rules... and destiny... leaving nothing but freedom and choice.
Commission for @wayward-dream who donated to @idjit, they asked for an art piece to accompany this wonderful fic, hallelujah by @wanderingcas.
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I think it’s time for me to move on…
LIKE I WOULD SKIP YOU, SAM, THIS IS NOT A UNIVERSE WHERE HELL HAS FROZEN OVER, AND MY BACON SANDWICHES FLY PAST MY WINDOW.
:) :) :)
(I’ve added you to the list. You have an amazing URL and I have so many good ideas for it.)
ahhhhhh Sam I have put you to the very top of my tag list because without support from you I would never have gotten to a place where I could post ARTEMIS 😹 😹 😹
I’m honoured that you even read it tbh <3
Ahhh Sam I die whenever you say you’re excited about ARTEMIS because like it is nothing compared to anything you have ever written <3
Snow: (it makes more sense in context - there’s an embedded image)
“A Pythagorean snowman?” Dean muttered under his breath. “Am I meant to see more than just shapes?”
Carry:
That thought burned within Dean, and he knew that even though he probably wouldn’t make it out of here alive, he’d die knowing he’d stopped the Court from completing their goal. The others would just have to carry on without him.
Give me a word and I will post a line from my WIP with that word!
also from ARTEMIS
Dean shot him a look. “Sammy, if you’d had any idea what I just went through, you’d be telling me to take my sweet ass time. Which is exactly what I’m gonna do.”
The best part of being a fanfiction writer is when you make friends with other fanfiction writers, who show you things they’re secretly working on before AO3 gets to read them. And you’re so excitedly happy for them and their beautiful secret project that it actually hurts a little.
wanderingcas replied to your post:
listen I am so excited for the completion of this fic you don’t even know. what I’ve read so far is amazing Nat so your suffering is worth it :P
LISTEN you don’t know how much I’ve suffered! Writing riddles, photoshopping blueprints and sigils, researching mutagens, paintings, tribes, google mapping street directions, flight times and driving distances, firearms, THE INTERIOR OF CASTEL FUCKING SANT’ANGELO (may it burn to the ground), the smell of Venice, how to speak twelve different European languages. I HAVE SUFFERED. SUFFERED I TELL YOU.
(I know it will be worth it when I get to post but right now I’m eighteen days and 34.5k into NaNoWriMo and I’m breaking down :’) send help)
(((((You can both FIGHT ME.))))
ARTEMIS is the bane of my existence. It’s a spy fic based on my favourite book series. I’ve been struggling to work out how to describe it and I think I settled on this: It’s kind of like The Da Vinci Code, but with more science, and the protagonists are a trained team of agents rather than an unwitting professor.
I’m currently halfway through the first case and my word count is at 71k. I have no idea how big it will be when I’m done, which is terrifying.
There will be pain, angst, enemies to lovers, serious life-changing injuries, deaths, hate sex, betrayal, and lots of badly researched scientific, artistic and religious facts :) :) :) :) (kill me plz)
An excerpt of what I have written so far:
Castiel turned his head artfully to the right, almost as if he was admiring the beautiful pottery in the window beside him. But it passed him by with no appreciation at all. He simply knew where all of the cameras were in this area and was taking good care to hide his face.
ARTEMIS would no doubt be on the lookout for him. After the events of Pine Bluff and then running into the team twice so swiftly, even if it was by design, he suspected that they would use every resource at their disposal to find him. No doubt at Commander Winchester’s order. Castiel could see the deep loathing in those pretty green eyes whenever he’d met his eyes. The same way he knew that the sky was blue, he knew that Commander Dean Winchester wanted nothing more than to end his life.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Castiel’s mouth. Well, it wouldn’t do to make it easy for him.
Thanks, Sam. I just saw you were having a rough day too? Lots of hugs from me to you. Let me know if you need to vent or talk or anything. I’m gonna be right here all night <3
Castiel, Prince of Faewild and Eater of Dreams…
i just saw it on my dash and i was like “WHOMST IS POSTING THIS” and i saw it was you and i was like yup makes sense I love Nat for even more reasons now. can we talk… about the ending….. about how much I cried….. and how that show in general was just so creative and well acted and OLIVIA IS LITERALLY MY GODDESS wow i could go on all damn day
THE ENDING. THE ENDING. I can’t even with the ending. The UK aired the finale at the same time as the US that day, and DAMN RIGHT I stayed up to watch it all and went to bed a sobbing wreck.
“It’s a beautiful name.”
“What is?”
“Astrid.”
I am still a sobbing wreck.
AHHH SAM I can’t even express how happy that makes me. I used to post Fringe stuff yeeeeeears ago before I became an SPN blog but there were so few people who watched it and now you’re all creeping up on me and validating the reason I live and breathe by also appreciating my favourite show (I was just talking to Lindsay about it this exact! same! thing!)
LITERALLY talk to me about Fringe anything. I can’t express how much I love it.
Thank you. I checked for a blog with that URL but whoever did own that URL has moved like four times since then and doesn’t seem to have SPN content anywhere on their blog. I have no idea how to track instagram username changes either, but I’m pissed.
Thanks. I’ve had some crazy messages lately, I’ve been advised to just block them, which I usually do, but this one was ACTUALLY RIDICULOUS.
I’m just… -headdesk-
But thank you for the compliments <3 <3 coming from one of my favourite writers, that means so much omg :D :D
