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Yep, the muse is still a nutter.
My muse finally got going again, and of course she wants to write weird smut.

So weird smut it is!

Have I mentioned the Good Omens fic that was supposed to be a kink fic but has turned into a thing about cosmic power? Yeah, that one.

It *is* still also a kink fic, and I just finished a hot sex scene, although I need to go back and fix something, as it's got a damn plot hole, I forgot my own flipping head canon. Oh well. Now I'm about to write an action-y bit that has Crowley fighting some other demons. Hopefully I can think up some good things to have happen. I'm not really good at action.

I think I'm in the home stretch, though. I just have to write this action scene, a climactic confrontation scene, and then a winding down and one final sex scene.

It's 25k words right now. Probably around 35k and a dozen chapters when it's done? It'll give me something fresh to post to AO3 once it's ready.

I've been uploading the last of my ponyfics there, and I was planning on finishing by putting up my short story collections and Ember's, the changeling brothel vignette/sex-positivity thing, on some kind of weekly schedule, because that one deserves to have time and space to shine, but I might post this alternating with that stuff.

It'll go up in one read-as-you-like chunk for Patreon patrons as soon as it's done, of course. :3 I'm not making enough there right now to truly justify writing original Patreon content, but I am still going to give folks there first look at everything for as long as I'm getting any money at all.

This entry was originally posted at https://bladespark.dreamwidth.org/1548918.html.

Sunday Six
Proof that I write ridiculously long and convoluted sentences. Yes, this really is just six.

Aziraphale should have felt fear, he knew, but still all he felt was anger, and the boil began to really roll as he thought about what Beelzebub was trying to do. They were trying to reduce Crowley to a miserable life of servitude, something that was all the more horrific for the way it was a twisted perversion of the sort of beautiful submission that Crowley had willingly gifted him.

As his anger rose, he felt the black power that was always at the back of his mind now rising too, responding to that anger, and a sudden smile crossed his face as realization settled into place in his mind. It was a smile Crowley might have recognized, though few others would have seen it, for it was a smile of nearly sadistic enjoyment.

He snapped his wings into existence, rainbow-sheened and dark, and he felt a black halo gathering behind his head. “So these chains here,” he said brightly, rattling the manacles around his wrists, “these bind
holy power, you said?”

From the kink-fic-turned-cosmic-powers-and-fight-with-Hell-thing. Which is called Angel's Grace Loosed and Black Starfire Bound, and yes I know that's an absurd title. It's an absurd story. :D Nearly done, too, I just have to write the wrap up scene and probably one last sex scene.

This entry was originally posted at https://bladespark.dreamwidth.org/1549642.html.