so far, only sweet little castiel has offered us the courtesy. everyone else has just cursed our names and then exploded. hope springs eternal, though.

miles and miles and miles of shiny longsharps, waiting patiently right behind your pretty angel’s face. come on, take a closer look—we don’t mind.

what, with the whole universe steeping in our bellies, and our FATHER’S blood fresh in our teeth? with nothing left of creation but we and our Beloved? why, we can’t imagine a better way to close up shop.

don’t let that stop you, though. all those lovely endorphins do wonders for your flavor.

beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all.

the world is almost ready for her. 

those are just baseless rumors spread by desperate people who ought to know better. as you can see, we are perfectly in control—as always.

ooc:

No, I have not forgotten you, dear readers! I haven’t forgotten the swarm of excellent questions buzzing about my inbox, nor the fantastic art y’all keep sending, nor the ridiculous cliffhanger I have left the story on. (And neither has Leviastiel, let me tell you. Hoo, boy.)

I have, however, been thrown bodily into finals, and we are getting along about as well as a cow and a freight train. I apologize again for letting updates slip—that was never my intention! I won’t be able to update until around the end of the week. In the meantime, please go read Bezal’el, because it is amazing. (warning: not for those who aren’t interested in creative uses for nailguns.)

hanging…? oh! it’s just that we find it surprisingly comfortable. we expect everyone will be doing it in the future.

sam’s got a few screws loose, sure, but he’s a good sport.