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Hi. I'm Katie (thewayoutis) and this is my fanfiction journal.

Fandom-wise, I tend to hang out for a while and then pack up to play somewhere else.

I like to think I keep things pretty well-tagged; you can look around on my tags page to see exactly what I've been up to.

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Title: Phantom Limb Syndrome
Author: thewayoutis/rocketsnrobots
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: Just north of 9000. (IT'S OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAAND)
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, not quite as we know them. Also, Castiel/OMC, in a convoluted way. Also look out for Sam.
Notes: This is my first Supernatural fic, and all feedback is welcome, particularly crit and suggestions. Thanks to narrativeliving for betaing, and pavonine for encouragement when this story was in its early stages, which was months ago.
Summary: Castiel falls, and is reborn.

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I started this mix about midway through season four, which is why it doesn't seem to take Recent Events into account. My idea of how the Apocalypse would be going down got totally jossed, but that's okay! That's what AU is for, after all.

The reason this took so long to post is because I wanted to post it with fic, which was impossible to finish and then was basically lost. So maybe one day that will happen, but today is not that day!

This mix is both Dean/Sam and Dean/Castiel, but mostly the latter.

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the box folder

fanmix: general: positive/negative

Not so much a fanmix as a playlist, really. About threesomes that go awry and mess with the heads of everyone involved.

This is drawing from my own experience, and there's kind of a progression of events hinted at here. Suffice to say that when you get a gay man, his fag hag, and her boyfriend in bed together, and when attraction within the threesome is one-way (meaning the gay man is into the other guy, the other guy is into the fag hag, and the fag hag is into the gay man), things get kind of messy. And they all get broken up in the end.

Warning: shitty cover art (srsly, it's super lame) and general angst under the cut.

I've moved past threesomes. I'm now into foursomes. If someone backs out, then you've still got a threesome. If two people back out, you're still having sex.Collapse )

the box folder


fic: metalocalypse: divinorum

Title: Divinorum
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Nathan/Ofdensen.
Rating: R.
Warning(s): Handjobs, unsatisfying sex (I think this is a recurring theme).
Word Count: 1250
Author Notes: This is a follow up to Reification, a story I posted a few weeks ago. Maybe you would like to read that first? Hell, I don't know. The stuff Ofdensen is smoking here is salvia divinorum plus a little creative license. A little bit cross-posted.
Summary: Apropos of nothing.

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Title: Reification
Rating: R
Pairings: Nathan/Ofdensen, Assassin/Ofdensen (implied).
Word Count: 3350
Warnings: Implied non-con, in more places than you might think. Major character coma. Also, weird shit within. Creepy.
Notes: I had to drag this story kicking and screaming, writing 100 or so words at a time after sitting with it for hours on end. I hope it was worth all the mental anguish. Did I mention this shit is weird? Fucking weird.
Spoilers: For "The Revengencers" and basically the "Assassin's murderous rage" subplot of season two.
Summary: He's being watched.

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fic: metalocalypse: razor blades

Title: Razor Blades
Rating: NC-17.
Pairings: Assassin/Ofdensen, Nathan/Ofdensen, Ofdensen/?
Warnings: Violence. Sex. Bad stuff. D:

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okay. i watched samurai champloo last week. all of it. and these three belong together.

super mixtape version
box.net link

01. release part 1 - blackalicious
damage your pattern i'm pounding you so fabulous
enough is enough is enough and i'm busting up outta this shell
in eruption and rupture your structure the fuck with you


02. risingson - massive attack
all the variations you could do with me
nicer than the girl up in your mind you're free

you're gonna fade into the background
like a better smoke'll bring you back round
like a man slide inside you my dear
your cheap beer's filled with crocodile tears
see 'em run now you're gone
dream on

03. release part 2 - blackalicious
i can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
i can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
i can think of nothing less likely to fly
there are no wings more weighted
i too have felt a heaviness
the stare of man guessing at my being
yes i am homeless
a homeless man making offerings to the after-future
sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles

04. you're my flame - zero 7
you make hay when the sun don't shine
you don't need a dollar, you don't need a dime
you burn at both ends yet still you're fine

05. protection - massive attack
now i can't change the way you think
but i can put my arms around you
that's just part of the deal
that's the way i feel
i put my arms around you

06. beautiful - sook-yin lee
it’s a beautiful day today
you always say you shouldn’t be here
your brush with death was far too near, dear
and it left you looking pretty in an ugly sort of way

Title: Where We Go After the Fall
Rating: R
Pairings: Nathan/Ofdensen.
Word Count: approx. 2900
Warnings: Major character death, angst, sex (of the unsatisfying kind).
Notes: God, this story got me down. I must give purplesyringes credit for the idea of raising a man from the dead with metal. Brutal. This shit gets pretty weird.
Spoilers: Like whoa for the season finale.
Summary: He has a lot of time to think about regrets.

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i have been absent for a while. here's why:

a. i'm out of school, which means limited internet access.
2. my computer finally fucked off. it was a four-year-old ibm thinkpad workhorse, and it finally decided it was time to go gently into that good night.
iii. i got a job. i clean rooms at a hampton inn.

good news, though!

1. i got a flash new machine.
B. my old hard drive has been made into a new external hard drive. no data has been lost, hallelujah, hosanna, etc.
4. i've been reading a lot. when i read, i write. it happens.


infection/that zombie story: i have written nothing. jack fucking shit, kids. but fear not! i am not planning on leaving it there, promise. i am frankly surprised that people seem to be enjoying it. surprised AND PLEASED AND FEEL FREE TO KEEP THOSE COMPLIMENTS COMING

say it with a smile, boy/that metalocalypse story: i have written some! there is more in the wings. it's not easy, people.

thanks for your patience. your call is important to us.