An insanity checklist, primarily for my own benefit!
To do list/WIPs
- spn_cinema fic - World War I J2. Currently standing at 9600 words
Meanwhile, in the square below, the small crowd of spectators parted to allow through six men holding a large tarpaulin. After some more shouting and much gesticulation, Jensen and the Kilted man held hands and leaped off the Clock Tower, landing with a bounce on the stretched tarpaulin. Belleville had never seen such a thing in all her long life, and was very impressed. The ladies in the crowd seemed equally impressed, though their interest was more engaged by the view when the wide kilt flared like a silk parachute on the way down, providing everyone below with quite a spectacle.
- spn_cinema art -
ideas but nothing done yet. i piece done (with 2 versions). Hero for soserendipity
- meanttobe artings - 1 piece done for blackrabbit42
- meanttobe artings - nothing done but a few ideas for yohkobennington
- sammessiah - draft currently 2080 words
Forcing those lovely lips wide and sliding herself inside was every bit the wonderfully satisfying experience that Abaddon had anticipated. Dean Winchester’s psyche was deliciously damaged, but his soul still burned brighter than the heart of the sun as the Knight of Hell chased it into hiding.
- spn_bigpretzel exchange art for septembers_coda - nothing yet, some ideas (Sam & Dean in Jane Austen World!)
- spn_bigpretzel exchange art #2 for the_green_bird - nothing yet, awaiting draft from author
- untitled Kevin, Sam, Dean bunker fic with hurt boys - 3457 words
Sometimes Kevin hated the Bunker.
Scratch that. Sometimes Kevin hated EVERYthing. He hated being stuck underground with only two self righteous, self absorbed, frighteningly lethal hunters for company most of the time. He hated being stuck in the Bunker alone when the Winchesters sloped off to save the world again. He hated the fucking angel tablet with its indecipherable scripts and the weight of the expectation that landed on his thin shoulders every time Sam or Dean looked at him with hopeful expressions to ask “how’s it goin’, kid?”
He hated being called kid.
- history bang artings for tesserae_
- various other fic WIPs that may or may not see the light of day
- Yet to come - spnJ2 Big Bang art claims!
I've a horrible feeling there is more, and I've forgotten... If I'm supposed to be doing something for you and haven't mentioned it here feel free to poke me!