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How many works do you have on ao3?

67. I would have more if I transferred more LJ stuff over, but I am largely embarrassed by those works.

What's your total ao3 word count?

282,047 words.

What fandoms do you write for?

I am going to list the major ones, but I dipped my toes in The Borgias, The Magicians, and Good Omens. But the ones I’ve written the most for are:

A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series

IT (Movies - Muschietti)

Supernatural (TV 2005)

The Vampire Diaries (TV)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

you call my name and it feels like home (1,197 kudos)

i grow green with hope (599 kudos)

desire holds me like a knife (493 kudos)

twenty-one grams (493 kudos)

The Whispering Ghosts (Left You Out In The Cold) (433 kudos)

27) Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

What I tend to do is just recharge the batteries in various ways. Which transitions into the next ask actually!

28) How did you recharge between fics?

Chill out, watch something, listen to music or go see my dog. That one especially helps.

29) If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

@museaway for beta'ing two of my fics this year! It was my first time I worked with a beta reader, I held off for a while because of anxiety. But working with her really helped me and I'm a lot less anxious about it now. 💖

30) What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

More Kaiketsu Zubat, because we're still in the single digits, and I love this show.

hi, what were the fonts used on these gifs? they're gorgeous!

hellooo, i'm not totally certain on one of them only but i believe they were:

gotham black

tommy

bigfat script

persona

arial

It’s Sam, but not Sam, all at once.

Dean can’t help the initial recognition, the soul-deep assurance, the tie between him and his brother tugging at him, turning him on, turning him alive, alight and awake, ripping the edges of his new reality and tearing him asunder; he wants to run to him, wants to stay still, lock-kneed and waiting for him to come closer, to get a better look, to be sure. It’s been over thirty years, and he’s seen Sam thousands of ways—Sam looking like a soul under his knife, Alistair wearing his face, Sam in his dreams, but never like this, never so tangible.

Alistair was right, Sam shouldn’t be here.

But he was, albeit not all human, not all the brother he left behind, shifted and transformed, changed in ways Dean would have to reconcile with, but he knew he was changed, too, becoming stained, tainted and soiled—how do you think demons are made? A question presented to him over and over, until he had his answer. Sam wasn’t a demon, Sam was altogether different, new. Sam walks into the light with clawed feet attached to long, muscled and bent legs of a beast standing up on its hind legs and learning to walk like a person, his hands were also clawed, black talons where his fingernails should be. Heavy, leathery wings attached to his shoulders, the tips of which dragged along the ground, but his face looked normal, the familiar planes and angles marred only by his yellow eyes, the sharp teeth in his mouth, and the crown of horns growing out from under his hair.

Sam is the first to make a move, stepping closer and raising an outstretched hand, his broad palm welcoming, life and heartlines carved deep with age that Dean has traced lifetimes ago while Sam slept. Sam takes another step, stretching out his fingers, his hand an offering, come on take it, let’s get out of here.

26. What’s your most common category?

M/M. I just wrote Sam/Dean this year. Oh well.

27. What do you listen to while writing?

I make playlists for most stories with specific vibes and lyrics that suit the story I am working on, so it honestly depends. Though pieces need quiet, I wrote the landscape after cruelty largely without any music at all.

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

I like all of my pieces and they all have their virtues, so right now I am going with you say, go fast (i say, hold on tight) because it was the the most enjoyable and engaging writing experience, but picking is hard because I genuinely do love all my pieces i wrote this year.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

My favorite passage is in a WIP I haven't finished (a version of Boy King Sam rescues Dean from Hell AU), but I will quote some of it here:

Hell narrows down to Sam before him, his wings blotting out the light, surrounding him, enclosing him in a mock embrace. Light emerges from somewhere, enough to let him see Sam, make out the pensive and empathetic expression on his face. Dean can’t find his voice, lost it years ago when words stopped mattering, when words weren’t enough to express the depths of his suffering, of his despair and anguish. He drops the knife. Dean reaches out with a shaking hands, pausing and waiting to see if Sam will lash out if he gets too close, shove him back, or if he’ll fade away before him, evaporate if he touches Sam, just another trick by Alistair, but Sam reaches for him first, grabbing Dean’s hands and placing them on his chest. Sam feels solid beneath him, skin hot to the touch, but real in a way he’d forgotten, how touch can be gentle, how his brother’s skin felt under his hands. Dean shouldn’t touch him with dirty hands, but he can’t make himself stop, leaving trails and smears of deep red, pressing bloody handprints in his wake, marking Sam up, getting him as messy as Dean is. Sam lets him, lets Dean’s hands map out the cartography of his body, reaching up to feel the tips of his horns, to the jut of his wings. Dean presses close, bodies and souls brushing and mixing together, until he feels Sam’s arms come around him, folding him up in his embrace, holding Dean; he feels his body unlock and loosen, allowing himself to be held, melting into Sam like if he tried hard enough, he could slip inside him, let Sam carry him out while he lay cradled in the safety of Sam’s ribcage.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

<3!!!!!!!!