aethersea asked: you know what also pissed me off about supernatural, though? the inability to commit to their own worldbuilding. even while clinging to a static paradigm, where The Masquerade is in full effect, they couldn't be consistent about what sort of underground magic communities do and don't exist. I know this can be blamed on multiple writers and all, but it drives me up the wall. f.ex. witches are All Evil and tend to work alone, until that episode with the familiars when you find a bunch of nice(r)

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witches who go to witch bars and hardly ever poison each other’s drinks, oh and also familiars are a thing. a while later spike and cordelia are witches who’ve had a tempestuous relationship for… centuries I think, aka witches can live for a really long time, so there’s no way the bigger/older ones don’t all know each other. there ought to be SOME sort of witch ‘society’, even if it’s just loose communication. but no, after this you never hear of witches ever again, much less familiars or witch

bars. then you’ve got Bela, who caters to rich people who know magical artifacts exist, but there’s no exploration of what that could MEAN – if Bela can hold down a job, then enough of the country’s elite own and exploit magic stuff that it could – SHOULD – have at least some effect on US politics, as in who gets power. there’s never a whisper of that, but okay, this isn’t exactly the winchester boys’ social scene. but failing that, some of these magic-obsessed rich people should turn up for a

few episodes, either haunted or else guilty of inflicting a monster-of-the-week on someone. heck, one of them could be a recurring vaguely-helpful character that the boys stop by and menace a bit whenever they need access to some excessively obscure artifact. you already mentioned the mess of all those Alpha Monsters who were powerful and unkillable and stuff, and had their own dread agendas with potentially far-reaching consequences for their respective species, and then just… vanished. I don’t

even remember how. and then there’s the hunter community, which is the most inconsistent of all. first it’s just these two and their dad, and then they start finding out their dad’s old friends were all actually hunters or oracles or whatever. so far so good; these are just Mysteries Of Our Father’s Past, and valid character/plot development stuff. but there’s Bobby, who Knows Everyone, and Ellen, whose bar every hunter in the country frequents sooner or later, and this means hunters know each

other, know about each other, they have a network of communication and they share intel, gossip, trade secrets. but the moment the bar blows up there’s just no network, no connection, nothing at all binding hunters together, even though Bobby still knows everyone and Ellen and Jo are still around and plenty able to found a new bar if they wanted to, or at least keep in touch with at least half of the people who used to swing by their bar. oh and also the demons! they talk about complex politics

happening in Hell, they have some sort of prophesied demon queen who takes the body of a young girl and has glowing white eyes (I don’t even remember what happened to her), they have demon religion and spirituality to the point where Lucifer is basically Demon Jesus – I’m pretty sure this is explicitly stated, Lucifer is to the demons what Jesus is to really devout Christians, semi-mythical status and prophesied second coming and everything – and the show makes an effort to flesh out its demonic

characters, give them personality and desires and drives, and it shows distinct differences in how different demons feel about humanity, and about what they do, and all that. yet despite all this, the only demon we meet who doesn’t immediately try to murder the boys is Ruby. no one tries to bargain honestly with the boys, no one but Crowley tries to aim the boys at their own enemies, no one begs for mercy or lies about repentance. nothing. can you imagine if those demons who told Sam to take up

his antichrist mantle and lead a demon army decided that, since their Chosen One was unwilling, they ought to convince him? what if a bunch of demons had started discreetly tailing the boys, showing up sometimes to rescue them from really bad fights or offer up dead monsters like housecats offering dead birds? ‘hey chosen one, we caught you this demon who’s high up in Crowley’s hierarchy, do you want to torture him for information yourself or do you want us to do it?’ they solemnly swear that

that they’ve stopped killing humans, they keep quietly growing in number, and they always scram before the boys are conscious enough to kill them properly. sam and dean have many arguments about whether they were REALLY too concussed to stab their latest demonic rescuer and get absurdly angsty and argumentative about it. I know my rant has gotten pretty thoroughly disorganized and this is moving back into must-have-a-static-paradigm territory, but I am a little bitter.

THIS IS ALSO SUCH A GOOD POINT there is just so much to be bitter about with this show, like, good god, you’d think that sooner or later they’d run out of basic narrative rules to fuck up.

Speaking of rules, I think this is a manifestation of one of Supernatural’s wider problems, which is that they just DO NOT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND THE RULES OF THEIR OWN UNIVERSE.  Like, all they’ve REALLY nailed down is that demons can be exorcised, but anything that isn’t a demon is pretty much at the mercy of the plot for A) how powerful it is, B) how hard to kill it is, and C) how ‘human’ it’s considered.  Like, everything from werewolves to wendigos are stated to be at least PART human, but basically their ‘humanness’ and subsequently the amount of sympathy accorded to them is predicated on how benign (or how attractive) they look in their human form.  The magic of this universe is wildly unpredictable–the Winchesters sometimes do/dabble in magic themselves, but we never really learn how magic works.  Does it require a focus?  Does it require badly-pronounced Latin?  Is it an expression of the user’s willpower?  Is it similar to what demons do (implied when All Witches Are Wicked for the first few seasons) or not?  Does it require natural talent or can anyone learn it?  THERE ARE SO MANY QUESTIONS THAT ARE TOTALLY IGNORED.  THEN there’s the question of societies in this supernatural underworld.  Like, I think I’ve expressed in my John Wick comments how much I like functional underworld societies with rules and systems, but honestly it’s CRITICALLY necessary if you’re doing what SPN does and having the society Matter.  I cringe every time I think about how clumsy and slapdash the hunting community was in Supernatural, because it had SO MUCH POTENTIAL, don’t talk to me about it, I made it work better when I wrote my spite novel.  I’m sure I can think of fifty million more incomplete universe rules, but I can honestly feel my blood pressure rising right now so I’m going to stop.

OH MY GOD GUYS, please, if you’re a writer, let me beg you right now in person to figure out the rules of your universe and then commit.  Here are some pointers.

Magic should work in a conceptually similar way to gravity: its rules should be consistent and should be able to be broadly extrapolated from the general effect, and if you’re going to BREAK those rules you’ve got to have a damn fine reason.  

The sliding scale of ‘humannness’ should…slide less, to be completely honest, work your shit the fuck out EARLY or make working your shit the fuck out a plot point (please see Stormdancer for a good example).  

If you’re dealing with questions of what makes someone human (@SPN FOR LIKE FOUR FUCKING SEASONS) then you should actively question like “Hey, my dude, can we morally kill this person for something they have no control over” unless your character took the trait ‘Callous’ somewhere in their history (which is also fine).

If you have an underworld society–or any society tbh???–WORK YOUR SHIT OUT.  How do they work together (ex: hunters pretending to be ‘the boss’ when someone calls the number on that fake business card)?  How do they support each other (ex: safehouses? maybe? this is never discussed in SPN? and I hate it?)?  What are the things people differ on (ex: whether or not to murder the Winchesters, which, like, I know you’re supposed to be against that because they’re the protagonists, but by the time I bailed I def wanted someone to shoot them)?  Is there an assumption of free exchange of favors or is there a strict financial/bargaining system?   How much does one person vouching for another matter in the community?  ANSWER SOME BASIC QUESTIONS FFS

Finally, most crucially, for the love of all that is good, Pick A Plot.  One plot.  It can have subplots (example: an overarching plot broken up by smaller missions, a la your average TV show) or multiple acts (as in a play, where you’ve got a couple major pieces that assemble into the main plot, like Much Ado where you’ve got (roughly) the matchmaking, the wedding, the vengeance, and the resolution), but it should be One Plot and you need to tie up those motherfucking loose ends.

This has been “Hey look turns out that 6K later I have Even More Complaints about Supernatural” with Moran.

honestly though. this show is, as you said, a fantasy/horror murder mystery show with overarching apocalypse plots. if all we, as viewers, were interested in was the violence and brotherly angst, we’d be watching sons of anarchy. we’re here for the monsters, guys. we are absolutely here for the monsters. invest in your monsters.

the sliding scale of humanness in particular is really frustrating, at least when it’s coupled with such lazy writing. Think about it – they focus so much on What Is Humanity when it comes to Sam, but the show hardly ever asks that same question about the monsters, many of whom are ex-humans. When it does, it asks about a single character, not about whether, say, all werewolves should be given a second chance because they don’t actually know they’re killing people.

Like Buffy before them, the Winchesters draw a hard line between “killing monsters” and “killing humans,” but even while the writers are waffling back and forth on Sam’s humanity, they never explore why that difference matters. The debate on Sam’s humanity focuses a tiny bit on his capacity for empathy and ethics and mostly just on whether he’s got demon-based superpowers. It’s a fixation on the superficial, like what makes a monster is the scales and sharp teeth, not the rampant homicide. Dean is freaked out because Sam can kill demons by glaring really hard, and does, but killing demons has been their express goal for the whole show, it’s not like he’s done anything other than level-up his skill set.

Meanwhile, the debate on whether he’s Going Too Far centers on his demon blood addiction (and what a cop-out it is, making the power-enhancing substance so destructively addictive that your OP character has to quit cold-turkey and never have powers again) and on how trigger-happy he’s gotten with demons specifically. Who, again, are Universally Bad and have been their avowed enemies since episode three. It’s not like the writers have any space to suddenly get high-and-mighty about how you’re not supposed to kill monsters all willy-nilly, not this far into the game.

If the question of Is Sam Human can be answered by what ratio of hemoglobin to sulfur is in his veins, your setup is flawed. If having special abilities from questionable origins is monstrous, then they should throw away that demon-killing knife they get off a demon, and the demon-killing gun that Ruby fixes up special for them. If sympathetic monsters are occasionally introduced, but the show never explores whether that means some monsters can be relied upon to act morally in the long run, or what the consequences are of granting or denying them the ability to do that, then what is the point?

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Gonna reblog two versions of this so I can do some shameless self-promo here.

#anyway I would love you read your spite novel moran #anywhere I can do that?

I’m working on getting that motherfucker published!  The tag for the spite novel (actually titled Falls the Shadowis here, and @lathori might cry tears of genuine joy if any other living human spoke to her about this novel.

#also now I really want a story where someone is followed around by a bunch of demons who keep pledging their unwanted allegiance #or something of that sort anyway

Funny story, the spite novel is actually a spite trilogy and I’m working on the second one and there is a subplot that can be summed up as “Sam is being stalked by loyalist demons who want her to run Hell.”

Anonymous asked: 8 and 14 for the author's ask?

*squeak* YAY MORE ASK MEME.  Y’all should send me more questions because YAY ASK MEME.

8) favorite genre to write

I already said this here, but it’s short so *throws confetti* FANTASY MOTHERFUCKERS

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?

HahahaHA yeah.  Wow yeah.  Not for fics, but my original works get HUGE playlists on Spotify, which then get subdivided by character or pairing or whatever.  The Polaris playlist is like…seven hours long, with subsets of playlists for Seb/Jun Li, Lessa/Max, Lessa and Max individually, Marshal North, Marshal North and her wife, and one just titled Music for the Dead for the wakes and funerals at Polaris.  The Falls the Shadow playlist (actually the Gunmetal Revelations playlist, because FtS is the first in a trilogy) is twelve hours long, with subplaylists for Sam/Michael, Oz/Kit, Billy/Colin, and the archangels and Lucifer.  I go HARD AS FUCK on the playlist thing.  And as usual you can blame the fuck out of @twistedangelsays for all of that, because prior to her encouragement I was too sheepish to make myself playlists for novels that didn’t even exist.

Anonymous asked: 3, 5, 6?

I love ask memes, I really do, they’re very soothing.  From this!

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

I start on page one and write until I get to the last page.  Every once in a while, when I’m bored and/or distracted and/or need motivation, I’ll do what I call ‘writing ahead’ and write individual scenes or events ahead of time and then integrate them later, but if I write ahead at length, it’s something that’s taking place immediately after the writing that I’m caught up on.  I just really hate having to meticulously go over the stuff I’m integrating in to make sure it’s all contiguous and everything.

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

I answered this one here!

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

Um…I dunno.  It might have been kind of interesting to make Sam Lightworth a lesbian, but I like the dynamic of “tall snarky angry dude crumbles all over tiny lethal wicked-eyed girl with the fate of the world in her hands” that I ended up with in FtS.  I just…have a lot of things that I write and generally I get pretty committed to the way things are, because my characters are very real to me.  Altering them after the fact feels kind of like a betrayal.

sroloc--elbisivni asked: multiples of 5 for the ask meme?

Yay!  From this ask meme.

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

Whenever I end up writing someone genuinely nice, I’m totally baffled.  Like, okay, in my Falls the Shadow novel, one of the Four Horsemen is named Kit (Famine) and she’s just flat-out a genuine sweetheart.  Will Hargrove, from my unfinished novel Emrys Ascendant, is Too Nice for any of this supernatural shit to be happening to him.  Or Lessa, from Polaris?  Like, yes, she can murder a dude with lightning, but also cartoon birds probably braid her hair in the morning.

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

Background noise, always background noise, I hate silence, I build incredibly expansive and intricate playlists for my various novels.  And if I’m around people, they have to be background people–I write really well in coffee shops, libraries, ice cream stores, that sort of thing.

15) why did you start writing?

I always told stories, you know?  I was really into playing pretend as a kid, and I started memorizing fairy tales and folklore as a very smol bean.  And then when I was like eight or nine, my beloved aunt (sarcasm) told me that I was too old to play pretend and I needed to stop living in my own world and get my head out of the clothes and grow up.  I was a pretty messed up kid, so naturally I took this as gospel, but I still had stories to tell, so I started writing them down.  Flash forward a decade or so and I’m putting out about a novel every 18 months.

20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

Both!  When I have a few hours I can scrape together without feeling like I’m volunteering to have more dirt shoveled down onto my coffin (literally fuck college so much), I can write straight through that whole time period without trouble.  If I have a whole day, I’ve been known to forget meals or sleep or water.  On the other hand, I also carry a notebook and scrawl down bits of scenes and conversations whenever I’m sitting and waiting for things.  Whenever I’m talking to someone who says something like “I’ve always wanted to write a novel but I don’t have time” my response is usually “No one has time, you usually make time.”  I mean, I sure as hell don’t have time to write novels, I just kind of do it anyway.

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

Okay I know this is more than a few sentences but I am!!!  Literally so proud of this!!!  It’s from a story I just now started about…um, basically a story about how I never got over my smol bean rage about the whole “Getting kicked back into the real world as a kid again after growing up in Narnia” schtick.  

“A drink for the Wanderer,” I said, switching from the bland notes of English to the hard lilt of Alleiran and pouring out a dribble of scotch into the northern mug.  “To fire, to travel, to lies and battle.  Bring us home alive and send us out again.”  The familiar benediction warmed something cold in my chest, left me trembling on the dangerous edge of tears.  “Bless your servant, Wanderer, for I am far from home and have no war to fight.” The last part of the prayer was personal, individual.  I had been making the same simple request for years.

I passed the bottle across the table and he took it, tipping it not quite far enough to pour scotch into the southern mug.

“An empty cup for the Lady of Stars,” he said in Alleiran, subdued.  “To storm, to sky, to the fallen light.  Raise us up and let us fly.”  He paused and let out a breath that shook, closing his eyes as if he couldn’t stand to look at me during the personal prayer.  His prayer had been the same as long as mine had.  “Bless your servant, Lady, for I have done great harm that cannot be repaid.  Watch over my sister as she walks between days, where the living cannot go.  Grant me clarity, guard my sanity, show me a bright path.”  He opened his eyes and offered me the bottle, adding quietly, “Save us from the past.” 

flvffs asked: please, tell us more about your horsemen of the apocalypse.

*maniacal laughter* 

You have made a BAD MISTAKE, my buddy, my guy, because now here are 1600 words about this novel.  More stuff is here in the tag.

Right, so, remember how I write novels when I’m pissed off about stuff?  Like…I got pissed off about the lack of happy F/F ships with superpowers and wrote a novel about that.  And I was pissed off about misuse of all-powerful sorcerers (Merlin, I am cranky about the show Merlin), and I wrote a novel about that.  And I was pissed off about use of psychic powers and Antichrists and Apocalypses (*glowers at SPN*) and I wrote Falls the Shadow, this novel.  Kind of by accident.  Like.  I meant to write a fifteen, maybe twenty, page thing playing with the idea of a character who had visions of the Apocalypse.  Smash cut to eighteen months and 250K words later…

So yeah.  The basic premise of this novel is that Sam Lightworth and her older brother Oz have been the best hunters in the country since they were kids, until it came to light during a hunt when she was fifteen that Sam has precognitive dreams.  Since most hunters don’t really have a concept of grey areas (such as a human girl with visions of the future) Oz takes the logical solution of getting his baby sister the fuck out of the life before someone can kill her.  Cut forward a year and a half, Sam’s been in hiding at a boarding school and, for the first time in her life, she has something like a normal life, with a normal friend (Kit), and normal demands on her life.  She hates it.  When her brother turns up, bloody and battered and bearing news of their dad’s death, it’s the best thing that’s happened to her all year.  So she and Oz leave, with Kit in tow.  They also pick up Michael, an old…friend who met Sam exactly once when they were both kids.  She broke his arm and he cracked four of her ribs.  Naturally that…happens.  The majority of the plot rotates around Sam, Michael, Oz, and Kit learning about their places as the Four Horsemen.

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(inspired by those “spoil the ending of your favorite game/movie/book but with no context” posts)

arrggg me matey 

She never gets cured

It’s like Lord of the Flies but a planet and she has a gun.

Learning the power of trust and friendship while becoming a werewolf

Learns to embrace traumatic history while adopting twenty children

5 dead. One missing.

A ghost turns him into a vegetable.

Being Bi turns out to suck quite a lot. 

a child soldier with trust issues turns into a hero with slightly fewer trust issues

dead gays blow up the multiverse

Sometimes spite IS the way to save the world.

50 “Not so Nice” OC or FR Asks

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List your OCs in the tags or link your lair so that people can ask you!

1. What is one word to shut them up?

2. What is the thing they feel the most guilty about?

3. What is the worst pain they’ve ever experienced?

4. Describe their worst nightmare.

5. List 3 fears; one “surface level” fear, one “repressed” fear, and one “deep dark” fear.

6. What is something that never fails to make them feel sick?

7. What feature (physical or otherwise) do they hate most about themselves?

8. Do they have anything that triggers them?

9. What is their greatest physical weakness?

10. What is their greatest mental weakness?

11. Do they have any vices?

12. Have they ever done something illegal? What was it?

13. Which of the 7 Deadly Sins best describes them?

14. Are they prone to outbursts (of violence, extreme emotion… exc… )?

15. Who do they hate the most?

16. Is there anyone who makes them feel inferior?

17. What sound always gives them a headache?

18. Is there a certain flavor that disgusts them?

19. Do they consider themselves ugly?

20. Do they consider themselves unloveable?

21. What is something that causes them great anxiety?

22. Do they have any mental illnesses?

23. Have they ever been assaulted/abused/raped?

24. Do they fear the possibility of being assaulted/abused/raped?

25. Have they ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust?

26. Have they ever been seriously injured?

27. How many times have they been in the hospital?

28. Is there a certain type of person that disgusts them?

29. Does what they cannot see scare them?

30. Have they ever been bullied?

31. Do they have self-confidence or self-image issues?

32. Do they have a bad relationship with their parents?

33. Have they ever been in a relationship that didn’t work out so well?

34. Have they ever self harmed?

35. If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

36. Are they in control of their emotions, or are their emotions in control of them?

37. Have they ever had their freedom taken away?

38. Have they ever been imprisoned?

39. Have they ever been accused of something they didn’t do?

40. Do they often blame themselves for other people’s problems?

41. Do they get sick often?

42. Are they comfortable with where they are in life?

43. Do they wish that they could change their pasts?

44. What’s one thing they wish they could do more often, but can’t?

45. What is the emotion they most commonly experience?

46. Have they ever contemplated suicide?

47. Have they ever gone so far as to attempt suicide?

48. Is there anyone that they would willingly kill?

49. If [name] was put into ______ situation, they’d rather die than live to see it through.

50. Create your own!

Ask anyone anything!

Please ask these for Kai and Rhys; these are fantastic for development! 

My kinda meme

Sure why not. I’m terrible at answering prompts these days but heck, maybe.

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I’m Taking A Poll

All right, so, those of you who’ve been around long enough may or may not recall that my practice when I hit a round number of followers is to post some original writing (see: Methods of Inheritance and Sabbatical).  And I’m coming up on 400, so I’ll be doing that again!  But!  I have…a lot of original fiction.  A lot of original fiction.  So I’m going to offer a list of options, and you lot can tell me which one you’d like to see!  To vote, you can reply to this post or reblog it, or send me a message, although I’d prefer the ask box over a private message just because it’ll be easier to collate the answers that way.  For the novels, obviously, you’d be getting an excerpt, probably 2-5 pages.  Any short stories, though, you’d get all of.

Polaris: the revolutionary girlfriends with superpowers novel (as yet incomplete).  Like.  There’s more detail, obviously.  But that’s pretty much what we’re dealing with there.  There are a bunch of LGBT characters and a few superpowers and a revolution, thus: revolutionary girlfriends with superpowers novel.  Tag is here if you want more detail.

Falls the Shadow: my best beloved novel about the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, led by Sam, the Horseman of Death and Antichrist.  This one’s complete, but it is H E F T Y at 250K words.  I’m editing it down.  Tag is here, but no one asks me about it, so there’s not much there.  First of a trilogy.

Battalion: the novel where angels happened and fucked everything up, and humans have been fucking them over in response for about 70 years (incomplete).  Yep.  That’s here, and there is exactly one post.

Stories From the Second War: a triad of short stories technically set in the FtS universe, about Heaven’s war against the Nephilim.  Um…they’re dark.  The Nephilim are monstrous.  But I think they might be some of my favorite writing I’ve done.  They are Tell All the Truth (But Tell It Slant) and To Fight Aloud, Is Very Brave (Uniforms of Snow), both from the perspective of the leader of the Nephilim, and The Stillness in the Air (Between Heaves of Storm), from the perspective of her hunting partner.  I’d put all three on here as a set, because I think they work best that way.

Deorum (Of Gods): a short story I wrote for that writing class I hated.  Jack, the main character, lives in a city populated partly by mortals and partly by the gods of the world’s pantheons–Idunn owns a coffee shop, Apollo teaches art at an elementary school, Ninkasi runs a bar, and dark things live in the woods.  Jack attracts more gods than he’s strictly comfortable with, and they all seem to know him remarkably well….  I don’t know if it’s my best work in terms of quality, but I definitely think it’s up there as the most fun.  This is about forty pages, so I’d have to post it piecemeal.  

So…yeah.  Anyone have a preference?

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describe your oc’s backstory in the shittiest way you can imagine

a bite to the shoulder changes a young mans life forever 

a djinni was deceived by Iblis, he then proceeded to burn his Entire home

a seemingly young trans boy demon prince is harassed by a former god turned demon. constantly

Trans man reads book raises the dead fucks over the world and dumps his vampire boyfriend

And my personal favourite “witch gets eye replaced w diamond befriends local skeleton”

did a kickflip once

Dating a librarian leads to a lifetime of loneliness.

dragon girl loses all hope, and subsequently her arm

Dead scientist is shoved inside a dead pirate. What happens next will warm your heart.

Young nerd has literally everything bad possible happen to her while growing up, often repeatedly.

Angry man learns his ex-boyfriend died, becomes an edge-lord as coping mechanism.

Younger sister of famous ninja has no respect for home village, decides to live in a tree.

Totally not a Mary Sue.

Local lesbian dates pathological liar, kills deity, just wants a nap.

Dead mom, disappeared sister, mysterious visitor all lead to an adventure.

Blood rituals are messy, angel-blood rituals are worse.

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lathori asked: ♫ Billy/Colin (it didn't say it couldn't be one of YOUR ships)

You are correct, I did not say that.  But you realize that now I have to EXPLAIN this shit, right?

Okay, so, Billy Johr and Colin Ramsey are from my novel Falls the Shadow, which is the 350 page monstrosity I wrote during sophomore year and which I am now editing to be sent out to an agent.  Short version: Sam Lightworth, their pseudo-adopted daughter (they’re the two Witnesses), is the Antichrist and Horseman of Death, and her brother Oz, their pseudo-adopted son, is the Horseman of Pestilence.  War and Famine are kicking around too, but they don’t really matter as much here.  The POINT is that Billy and Colin accidentally raised an Antichrist and the world barely missed ending.  That’s it, that’s the book.  And then…well.  Billy and Colin.  They are canonically in love, and have been since they hunted together as twenty-somethings and thirty-somethings.  Billy, now sixty-three and no longer spry enough to hunt himself, is an archivist and weaponeer for every hunter of supernatural things.  And the now-sixty Colin…well, Colin’s a Catholic priest…so…they’re not together and they never will be.  And Adler is never going to forgive me for that.  I’m sorry.  Please don’t hunt me with torches.

I put my music on shuffle and got I’m So Sorry by Imagine Dragons and…um…yeah, actually, this is a snippet from while the Almostpocalypse was happening.  I’m…so sorry.

“Preacher,” Billy said quietly, and Colin didn’t look at him, still standing at the edge of the porch and staring down the road.  He didn’t need to look to know that Billy would step forward, stand next to him until their shoulders pressed together, the once-red hair steely in the corner of his vision.  Billy was a broad, solid warmth at his side, half a head taller and steady as ages, and Colin let their shoulders bump together, acknowledgement that he was there.

“Did you hear it?” he asked, barely more than a murmur, and Billy nodded slowly beside him, looking out in the same direction—south, to Nevada, to where the Horsemen were, miles and hours away.  The scream had come from nowhere, from everywhere, like standing directly beneath a roll of thunder, but the voice had been Sam’s.  “The others,” Colin said, almost blank.

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