I love fan stories! The more, the merrier– there’s only so much I can write, and so many possibilities out there!

If you write a fan story, either mark it with @brothersapart in the notes or tag #nightmares06. I won’t see #brothers apart because there’s so much other stuff that shows up under that tag, it gets buried. Also, you can submit it to the blog as well, and if you want to remain anonymous, just leave a note for me in the submission. Or send me a message with a link to @nightmares06, I keep my IM feature open to all.

He has not had the chance! It would be fun, for sure. If you wave a feather the right way, it can catch a ton of air, and the other way it’ll cut right through the air (I used to collect very large hawk feathers). 

The image of him writing with an old fashioned inkwell makes me imagine he’s back in London with the Sherlock Holmes in Arthur Conan Doyle’s books XD Sherlock hype, I guess. In reality, it would be a big mess. Ink can stain everything.

Bowman Lost (Preview)

neonthewrite:

Bowman – Lost. Originally from this post, I was inspired by this prompt to go a little further than with the other little drabbles. This prompt will end up being canon to the Brothers Lost supernatural GT au co-written with @nightmares06. It will follow what’s been going on with Bowman Leafwing while Sam, Dean, and Jacob are traveling around saving people and hunting things.

It’s not finished yet, but I have a sneak peek to get everyone started.


Glancing down, Bowman reflected that maybe his luck wasn’t so terrible after all. Stuck hanging in the air, no matter how uncomfortable, was better than stuck lying on the ground.

Down there, any predator could stalk up to him, vicious claws caressing the dirt, and snap him up. Bowman was more helpless than he had ever been, and he still didn’t understand just what had happened.

He wasn’t supposed to venture too far in his patrols. He was meant to fly in a radius around the village at the forest of Wellwood’s center, watching for danger. All he had to do was warn everyone of anything he saw and he was doing his job right. Even so, flying for long days exhilarated Bowman like nothing else, and so he took what excuses he could. Like any rebellious wood sprite, he’d always bent rules.

You BREAK the rules, Bowman, not just bend them! a voice piped up in his memory, sweet and colored with a laugh. Rischa, his young cousin, would surely scold him for a week once he got out of this one.

He’d flown farther than he ever dared before. When he found a tall wall made of metal grids, he had to explore beyond it. He convinced himself it was for the good of the village.

Now he was stuck in some mess of discarded rope. It was as embarrassing as it was uncomfortable.

October 17th excerpt:

Dean tried to give Sam a grin through the glass. “See Sammy? Told ya I’d take care of it. No more cages for us.” He put a hand against the inside of the jar, and Sam instinctively placed his own against it. Even standing on the bottom of the glass jar, Dean was the shorter brother.

“Not until you’re out here, too,” Sam said.

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Art by @lamthetwickster

Unfortunately, I won’t have the time to do this. But the stories will always remain up! I don’t intend on ever taking any of them down, so you’re free to go back and read them anytime. I tend to spend my limited free time coming up with new stories, editing current stories or obsessively reorganizing ALL MY STUFF because OMG OCD is the worst thing ever and it is so exhausting. (Ignore that, just felt like yelling it out for once because it makes me feel better)

Plus, some of the first encounters, like in Family Ties, tend to be several chapters long, so it would be a very confusing work.

I’ve been interested in stories about fairies and borrowers and giants as long as I can remember. I didn’t know it was called g/t way back then. As a kid I’d make up stories about being a borrower in the house or having a borrower come visit me, and I wish I would have written them down back then. I was coming up with stories as far back as I can remember, and they’d play in my mind just like a movie on the TV. I’ve always found g/t to be comforting, though I’ve started to consider the more alarming factors in recent years.