#the wireless

as soon as my dcbb posted i took a day to rest and then moved straight on to writing another fic, so i never really stopped to tell people about it

HELLO FRIENDS AND STRANGERS, I POSTED A DESTIEL FIC

★ The Wireless ★

it’s a 58k AU set at a carnival, in a world all messed up by global warming, and free-range monsters. there’s a 1930s-esque solarpunk vibe (brass everything, renewable resources, dean in suspenders!! makeup is gender neutral so both dean and cas casually wear it, hallelujah)

dean and cas meet at a kissing booth, and smooches ensue!! except dean doesn't realise they already know each other indirectly: dean and sam are both fans of cas’ monster-hunting-themed radio station - although dean would deny he listens to ‘bedtime stories for little hunters’ - and cas has been reporting on their cases for years. (dean accidentally talked to god that one time. he does not speak of that)

there’s character development (duh), tent sex (twice), a sea monster named something silly that will make you laugh... also cas secretly has BIG ASS GLOWING WINGS and chases a train on a bicycle just to tell dean he wants to join him on an epic quest... y’know, normal fic stuff

but also it contains my most favourite line i’ve ever written. this is cas speaking live on the radio, about dean:

“Yes, I say perfect: I could not have asked for more. I would change nothing. Again, he made me vulnerable, and I cannot tell you how impressive it is that a naked man could remove his weapon and still weaken an angel so greatly, with only kindness and affection.

“He taught me that this is how we have to win,” Castiel said, voice breaking. “We need to win with love. I cannot take the blade or the bullets from everyone’s hand. But I can rally forces with a single cry: throw down your weapon. Be kinder. Be softer. Ask your enemy what peace would look like for them. The only enemies we have to fight are the ones who answer with ‘you beneath my feet’.”

one of my betas wasn’t especially fond of it. but i had a distinct purpose with this line: once you strip away the fiction and metaphor, i wanted it to be relevant to punching nazis and achieving political revolution and equality for everyone. it’s kind of the whole overarching theme of this story. and i just wanted to share that. this is hands-down the coolest story aesthetic-wise, and most morally-charged story i’ve written to date. if you’ve ever wanted a novel by me, here ya go.

also it’s cute. and intimate. and all that good stuff.

it would mean THE WORLD to me if you felt like settling down with a blanket and the beverage of your choice, and getting lost in this universe i made just for you. ♥

also here’s my patreon in case you have money and want to throw it at me so i can write more stuff (pretty please!! it’s my only source of self-generated income because i’m too sick to function)

okay, that’s all. sending love to you all~

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 58,543

[T]here are many ways to give your children privilege. This isn’t some sort of systemic conspiracy theory; we’re all trying to privilege our progeny to the best of our ability because we’re trying to remove as many obstacles to their potential success as possible. . . . 

You don’t have to teach kids to be entitled. It pretty much comes naturally. One of the biggest challenges of raising decent human beings is finding the balance between taking care of your children’s basic needs and helping them to appreciate that it doesn’t come free. Barbara Lewis, in her book “What Do you Stand For? For Kids: A Guide to Building Character,” finds teaching gratitude is vital to helping children develop empathy and understand that their parents and other people do things for them.

in case you missed my most recent Dean/Cas fics, in the last two months I’ve posted:

an epic(ally awesome) 58k solarpunk AU called The Wireless (my 2017 DCBB) (1000% recommend this please read it)

a 33k southern gothic-esque Halloween fic Marshmalloween, with Dean basically babysitting six teenagers in a swamp and Cas being all witchy

4k of fluffy nonsense Restaurant Revelations where Dean and Cas accidentally tell Sam they’re engaged (+ a flashback where they actually get engaged)

a 32k fic called Stumble and Fall where Dean and Cas and Sam are all DOGS. yes DOGS!!!

a 6k kid fic Pretty Panties and the Pool Shark, where the kids in Cas’ swim class convince him there’s a shark in the pool, Dean helps him out with his shark problem

and I’m nOT DONE YET because coming up this week I have a 5k smut fic to be posted, with Cas in a cowboy hat and Dean enjoying it a lot (it’s called Whoa There Cowboy)

AND !!! AND in December I have not one but TWO Christmas fics. one smutty one called Barbershop Duet, and one G-rated thing in 7 chapters called The Emporium of Christmas Enchantments. if ya wanna get on those as soon as they post, plz subscribe here

witchofenoch said: (2/2) I just read the Sheriff calling Dean Hungering Hart and I fought back tears. Again, I can’t say why, but it’s touched my heart, my soul perhaps, and you’ve done a great justice to all of this. I love all of the symbolism and the themes and statements that are relevant, true, and validation I didn’t realize I needed now. Thank you for writing it. I know it’s not over yet, but I know it’ll have a great ending.

I also just realized I wasn’t following you on this account, though I do on my fandomy account, and I like what you post so I’ve added you now. Possibly needless explanation of why I only just now followed you.

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i love love love that you mention a story that i poured so much love and energy and probably magic into. i’d almost forgotten about it, but reading this message made me go skim-read it, and i started from about halfway through and ended up sucked in for 2 hours. i haven’t even reached the part you mentioned, with Dean and Cas and all their friends in the tavern, but oh boy i remember how much i loved writing that. <3

thank you. thank you thank you for reminding me about that fic. and for assuring me that there’s still good reasons to write the long stories with deeper meanings and darker themes - and one of those reasons is that they’re important.

and the weight of them doesn’t erase that they’re also beautiful and pretty damn fun to read. >u>

(i say “them” rather than “it” because i’ve written multiple plot-heavy, symbolism-heavy stories like Hart of the Storm over the years, and they’re always the ones very few people read, but the ones i’m proudest of, and the ones i would say define me as a writer in the long-term. but the few lovely people whose hearts those stories touch are always touched the deepest.)

i followed you right back, witch friend. i hope you enjoy the rest of that story, and any similar ones i write in the future.

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Destiel fic links:

(all my long-ass novel-worthy stories with plot and EPIC SYMBOLIC & EMOTIONAL DEPTH, thoughtful reflections on the state of the world and the human condition, and mostly a very diverse cast)

Hart of the Storm (119k // 1890s AU, magic forest, shapeshifter god!Cas)

Angelhawke (407k // fantasy AU, cursed to be animals, team free will, epic love)

The Moonlighter and the Magician (67k // 1920s AU, asexual jewel thief!Cas)

The Wireless (58k // 2027 carnival AU, radio journalist!Cas, a sea monster)

Nine Times We Met (And One Christmas We Parted) (58k // 1947-2013 historical queerness)

Marshmalloween (33k // a Halloween camping adventure, overcoming grief)

i keep

posting

*~new things~*

and fewer and fewer people read them each time

and responses are basically down to nothing now. people are subscribed but don’t actually read the fics

Over the years, Dean's learned a lot about himself, and the way he loves those around him. Now Cas is back from the dead, and he came back human - and hurt. As Dean soothes Cas' wounds in the front seat of the Impala, an ache in his heart drives him to find words to explain.

(ao3)

and if you want something longer and more *~spectacular~*, my 58k DCBB The Wireless posted yesterday!!

Cas Novak hosts a popular radio show, entertaining hunters with his psychic powers. But, in a world where monster-hunting is commonplace, he harbours a powerful secret: he’s not human, but an angel, surviving in a society unsympathetic to his kind. For six years, Cas has read out news stories describing a particularly impressive man: Dean Winchester, distinguished hunter and accidental prophet of God. Not by chance, Cas meets Dean at a sunny autumn carnival, where Dean’s taken a job at a kissing booth. One kiss - perhaps two - and they’re already old friends, sharing fairground food, a carousel ride, another kiss on the ferris wheel... Finally, safe in the tent Dean shares with his brother, Castiel feels comfortable enough to reveal those unknown pieces of himself. But come morning, bigger events separate the trio: an ancient beast is waking up, and a fearful world desperately needs to be united. Now Castiel has a reason to confess his true nature, broadcasting live on Hunter Radio. Of course, Dean is listening. And it’s only a matter of time before he replies.

(ao3)