❤️one candle is enough💙 ~13k, 1988 to 2013 #wincest, getting together, explicit, 5+1 things, Sam’s birthdays archiveofourown.org/works/84150986

I'm in for an extremely stressful week with no opportunity to write for work reasons. wish me perseverance, friends.

I've read three pages and my brain is already building custom lore around a key alchemical text, with betrayal, family issues, and an apocalypse in the true SPN style. someone stop me please.

Sam should have been the King of Hell, the Ruler of Heaven, the Prince of Purgatory, and the Lord of the Empty. just make my boy an omnipotent being like he deserves and I'll be happy.

your vibes and wishes worked, friends!! I got the news early and I am NOT FUCKED! thanks everyone for your kind support!!

husband sent me a whole gorgeous book on the occult specifically for my SPN fic research, so I’ll be gleefully cosplaying Sam on my next vacation 🤓

I'm in the middle of terrible IRL stress where things are out of my hands and I won't know if I'm majorly fucked until next Friday. if you have any nice words to say to me, they will be deeply appreciated.

me: where should I send Sam and Dean for breakfast, so I don't have to describe waffles for the dozenth time me two minutes later: *researching Japanese immigration into Kansas*

I don't want to be without you, brother.

I wish every person in the world to find someone who will punch you, hug you, and cry you into staying alive because they cannot see themself without you, like Sam Winchester does with his brother. forever relationship goals, those two.

Sam should have gotten the Mark of Cain in s11e22 and he should have gone on a righteous killing spree, and Dean should have followed him, hiding the bodies after him. that's my dream season 12 and you will not take it away from me.

#wincest #nsfw It shouldn’t be a shock when Sam drags his tongue over the tip of Dean’s dick, considering, but it brings Dean’s world to a full stop, followed by an earth-splitting crash. Something just got profoundly broken.

had some terrible work-related stress today, decided to skip writing because my brain crashed, watched a movie, and am now building a fic around a quote from it that I want Sam to say to Dean. if it works, there will be more Dark Winchesters coming. in five years or so.

subscribed to a newsletter with Chicago news, so I could read an article from 2006 with details about my chosen setting, and now I can't unsubscribe from it. the things you do for your gay incest fic.

I have 1 and 1/4 chapters plus an epilogue left to write in my wincest fantasy coffee shop au and this whole fic is batshit insane. I cannot apologize enough to everyone who clicks on it.

writing scenes with multiple characters is trying desperately to avoid half of them be like cardboard cutouts, but when one of them is Castiel, that’s just a personality trait.

#wincest (obviously, this paragraph is from a sex scene) Sam is looking at him with a kind of trust that you can only find in family, this all-encompassing, all-sacrificing belief in your absolute goodness, no proof necessary. Dean hopes Sam knows the feeling’s mutual.

god, I'm so happy I found SPN, even if two decades late. I've been looking for a sibling incest ship that would speak to me all my life, and Wincest slammed into my soul and lodged in there like the most perfect car crash. I've lost my mind and I don't want it to be found.

note to self: always, always jot down a comment on why I chose this or that city for my SPN fic location. staring at my notes and I have no idea why the boys are here. is it the demographics? the climate? the nature? the attractions? the crime rates? why???

well, I came back to discord, which is the closest thing I have to a friend group, and two hours later was slapped in the face with yet another reminder that I'm completely out of sync with everyone there. I don't belong in this fandom. why I thought I'd fit in here is a mystery.

you know what's really a pain in the writer’s ass? counting limbs in sex scenes? tracking blows in fight scenes? pfft. THE FUCKING LIGHTS. turn them on. turn them off. figure out where they are. how bright they are. what shadows they cast. fucking hell.

this week’s #WeeklyWritingWinner comes from a Scoobynatural coda where Sam finds a use for Dean’s ascot after they fuck in the Dean Cave. (my friend called this snippet “true sibling behavior”)

this week's draw offers Alastair as the worry to let go of and reversed Madison as an idea for the next step, which probably means I should stop torturing myself and avoid killing myself for the benefit of other people. guess I'm downloading discord back and seeing how it goes.

finished my little light-hearted brothers-with-benefits treat and it was so much fun, I can't wait to share it *checks posting schedule* in June. (my posting schedule is, so far, chock-full till mid-August. this is a threat.)

Dean starting to empathize with dogs after Dog Dean Afternoon is another one of my sick, filthy kinks, and I'm stuffing it everywhere I can. I don't even like dogs, but dog Dean is very precious to me. everyone should tell him he's a good boy and let him lick his brother's face.

I kinda underestimated how excited readers would get about the appearance of a character as a cliffhanger chapter ending, and now I'm going to disappoint everyone immensely, oops.

more SPN tarot news: drew Azazel as "how you can treat yourself," so, I guess, the fic project about Demon Dean and Demon Sam fucking inside Cas is going up in the queue. (there's also body swap.)

I love writing wincest because it lets me write sentences like this: "That’s the great thing about living with your brother—a good fuck is always within arm’s reach."

well, discord has eroded my mental health to the point where I'm not welcome on discord anymore. at least it's very meta of me.

people keep telling me to go outside and take a walk, and I'm running out of ways how to say that I don't have time for that without mentioning all the gay incest porn I'm busy writing. (also, I hate walking. please just let me rot in my cave, making fictional men fuck.)

apparently, I sent myself this message at *checks timestamp* 04:35 am. I'm a soft and tender cupcake who (might write some cannibalism but) is not into dead dove. what the actual fuck, brain.

what do you mean counting limbs in sex scenes isn't enough, I also need to count the beer bottles consumed in talk scenes??? seriously, fuck this ship.

/1998/ “What if I want to help people without any, y’know,” he takes a breath before continuing, “mortal danger attached?” Dean huffs, like Sam’s made a joke. “Where’s the fun in that?” he asks, and he means it. The fire that’s been raging in Sam’s chest for the last few years breaks through.

currently writing a humorous obliviously pining!Dean case fic, a cheeky little brothers-with-benefits PWP, and my Fantasy Coffee Shop AU that gets darker and darker with every chapter. just wanted to let y'all know that I'm having *tons* of fun.

got my first angry comment today, am I a real fic writer now??

find yourself someone who looks at you like Dean Winchester looks at his brother through years and worlds

me: *groans tragically* mother: oh, you’re getting ready to write? apparently, I have a special groan for how much I hate writing 😂

what have I done to my poor innocent phone

I have no memory of adding the sentence "Maybe she breaks off men’s frozen dicks" to my notes for a case involving a yuki-onna, but apparently, I'm going with it. god help me and everyone who decides to read this fic.

I always feel guilty when I post because either my wincest friends have to suffer a notif about kylux or my kylux friends have to suffer a notif about wincest. so far, I've only seen one person read both in my stats and I can't apologize enough to everyone else.

I have discovered a three-year-old outline for a twenty-chapter fantasy AU kylux about Prince!Kylo and Knight!Hux teaming up to kill a dragon who kidnapped Princess!Rey. obviously, I want to write it right now. obviously, I have 112 wincest projects giving me judgy looks.

rewatched Dark Dynasty and am surprised that there are less than 100 works on AO3 tagged Rowena/Charlie. like. the chemistry is right there. Rowena is clearly seducing that plucky redhead. "you're young and good and I'm ancient and evil" that's a romance novel blurb.

just finished outlining another wincest case and I'm finding that I actually really like writing SPN cases. unfortunately, this does not mean that I'm good at them. (will that stop me? no, it will not.)

“Two days with you dead.” Sam shudders at the memory. “That’s two hundred in grief years.” Dean uncurls his hand and brushes his fingers over Sam’s lips. “Yeah, well.” His voice softens, that special tone only Sam’s ever heard. “Two days with you MIA sucked ass.” Sam doesn’t need to imagine.

🖤Love to the Extreme🧡 ~30k, modern AU #kylux, explicit, fake date, wedding (not kylux), getting together, extremely fast burn co-written by Kittens, LunaMinora, need_more_meta, and XxPalpatine’sMomxX Chapter 1 archiveofourown.org/works/816779...

I’m working on outlining an extremely ambitious plot-heavy wincest project and for the life of me I cannot understand if I’m getting more and more unhinged or if I’m still following the spirit of the show. (considering the show, it could be both.)

❤️The Sins That Bind💙 ~60k, post-s15e19 #wincest, explicit, case fic, getting together, a blend of horror and romcom Chapter 1/6. Dead Dogs Don’t Bite archiveofourown.org/works/816144...

there have been more and more attacks on the trains between my city and the city where my husband is stationed. the city where my family lives is the most likely target of the next major offensive. attacks on my city are also increasing. I'm losing my mind.

for this week’s #WeeklyWritingWinner have a wincest first time happening after s08e20 during the Trials because there can never be enough wincest first times

I watched Fellow Travelers once (1) and now I keep writing Sam as a feet guy. I do not headcanon him as a feet guy. I do not headcanon any kinks for anyone. I do not have kinks myself. I don't know why it's happening. someone needs help, and I don't think it's Sam.