#also N lore i’m actually pretty good at pool

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@7-sided-dice spoke about haiden playing pool and now it’s running around my head that they have never won a game fairly despite harvard’s best efforts

[indecisive-dizzy]

Hi pookie!

Since you mentioned liking Trolls, I wanted to ask if you had any headcanons or ideas for the characters? And which one if your favorite movie? (Mine is Trolls 3 ^o^)

I love Trolls, but I definitely don’t interact with it enough nowadays :,)

I hope you have a good day today bestie ♥︎ (i figured out how to use these and I’m going to use them a lot now :0)

I! Am! Excited!! Band Together is also my favorite movie <3 followed very closely by World Tour (sorry trolls 1, I still love you) It's pretty late by now but I hope you have a good timezone too pookie!

Hmm in regards to character specific hcs I don't think I have too many that are original lol. like the hc that Floyd is disabled after the events of the movie, it's one of my favs

Buuut something I don't think I've seen that I hc is Floyd being closest with Bruce in terms of his older brothers! Like he and Branch are closest overall ofc but Bruce is his closest (and favorite cough-) older brother.

John Dory's energy was too much for Floyd when he was little and same kinda with Clay. Yeah Clay's actually more serious and calm in reality but I think he still Likes having fun and was a pretty rambunctious kid. Bruce on the other hand was waaay more chill. There was no band yet so he wasn't (as) worried about his Chiseled Abs and had plenty of time to spend with Floyd. Floyd was a crybaby to put it bluntly and was pretty easily spooked by things so Bruce's calmer demeanor helped a lot. Floyd also loved hiding out/napping in Bruce's hair, according to him Bruce's hair was always the softest.

Character stuff really ends there. Most of my hcs are about traits of diff tribes and locations lol So don't mind me cuz I wanna talk about Rock Trolls <3

Again there's a Lot of widely accepted hcs out there and I can't remember them all so as I'm listing these keep in mind they're probably not original ideas <3

Rock Trolls live next to/around a Freaking Volcano. That's not hc but it's important

Rock Trolls can tolerate a Lot of Heat. kinda proven in canon with the rock troll in a lava pool scene but still. However, Volcano Rock doesn't really get that cold. Like Ever. So rock trolls are very intolerable to cold. Drop a rock troll in Pop Village in the middle of winter and you get a very upset and hypothermic troll. Call a doctor. Rock trolls need some serious bundling up if they're gonna be out in the cold.

They are generally Very sturdy and can tolerate pretty much anything as long as it's above 70 degrees F. Also Volcano's give off a lot stuff you probably shouldn't breathe but the rock trolls are fine! To them the air is Always Fresh (with sulfur)

digs through notes,, let's see what else I got,, Ah!

Rock trolls have much tougher hides than pretty much any other tribe! Very hard to chew. Like a well done steak. Except that steak tastes like someone squeezed lime juice over the ashes of a burnt bunch of chili peppers.

Uh their hair is also drier and harder to manipulate (<- this one ik isn't original but I can't remember where I saw it) Speaking of, a rock troll's hair naturally grows further down the neck and ends just before their shoulders/back like a sorta scruff. This scruff is mostly used to snatch up and carry around trollings hehe. Many choose to shave the scruff hair as an adult but there's plenty who keep it too.

,,,,man this really did just turn into some Rock Troll Lore. eh it makes sense tbh haha my brain is currently very occupied by a rock troll oc. hmmm speaking of!

I only have like 3 ocs for trolls lol. No idea if I'll talk about them bc two aren't that fleshed out while number three (the rock troll) has way more going on. But I guess I could drop their names n genres for funsies :]

In order of Creation we got Quarry (Indie, he/him), Tizzy (Hyperpop, Yes), and Cinder (Rock, he/him)!

Cinder is my current pride and joy, he's got so much more lore and things about him,, he's my baby sobs

[doorrobloxstuff]

Lore: Ambush and Rush + Their kids (not including rooms gang)

Rush (Its/Its)

Fluffy RUSH Fluffy RUSH!! Has a big mound off fur that trails around it like fog/smoke.

The silly to Ambush’s serious. That big smile is often genuine.

ITS SMILE IS A FAMILY TRAIT!!! LIKE.. HALF OF ITS KIDS HAVE IT.

Silly Boston accent “Hey!! I’m walkin here!!”

Occasionally needs to be brushed but doesn’t like it. Also all that spare fur goes to Timothy because it knits.

Has cartoony-ish hands.

Impulsive as heck.

Actually pretty good friends w/Seek tbh

Mouth filthier then a gutter.

HATES BUGS HATES HATES HATES THEM once had mites and needed to be shaved.

Frequent napper and sleeper extraordinaire.

Has..memories that it can’t fully recall/ remember, but still experiences hypervigilance + a bit of anxiety from.

Can’t really remember much of its past at all and that’s a great source of frustration for it.

Really likes food and can be swayed with it.

Ask it to find out more stuff i'll update this later.

Happily married to Ambush and parent to Window, Dupe and the rooms gang.

Ambush (It/Its)

Sorta same accent as Rush but Mafia-ish "Ice em boys" kinda vibe.

Less fluffy and more do just h a i r y and wirey static mess that it keeps much more well kept then Rush does.

Steps are murderously silent and loves to sneak up on people.

Out of the two, it’s the more tactical and calculated.

Also pretty messed up by something but refuses to elaborate like Rush.

Definetly more experienced in the hunting field then Rush is and it frequently gets into small competitions with it.

Rue 🤝 Ambush: Parents with chronic pain. Ambush has serious jaw OR back pain that just flares up sometimes and it can leave it pretty cranky.

Is medicated though so it ain’t often.

‘Rush’s kisses are the cure <3’

Has a tail!! It’s sorta siren-like but unlike Depth it’s much more sharp and bladed and has fluffy tips that Rush likes to playfully bite or tug when teasing/flirty.

Ambush’s ancestors come from a reeeeally king lineage of swimming/watery entities.

Siblings with Depth!..oh..she’s missing.

Still has paintings of it..though it’s hesitant to talk to people about it.

Married to Rush and parent of Sally/Window, Dupe + Rooms gang. They’d have more but their energy is depleted-so..

Window/Sally (It/Its)

HOLLY SHIT SALLY GOT A FUR MULLET

Well sorta, it’s like that patch of fur going down it’s body like a little cheetah does.

Femby <3 Rush and Ambush are so proud when it came out!!!

Has two names due to being a femby too. Dupe also wanted two names and that’s how Dupe got its nickname. :)

Impulsive like Rush

Got Rush’s infamous smile like it’s siblings.

Rush’s lil girl fr

Likes to watch people through windows like a lil weirdo.

Also likes to float in the hotel pool and pretend it’s dead. Scares the ‘everloving SHIT’ out of its parents.

Also has a little tail that’s sorta like a stingray’s but no venom yet. (Yet)

Twins with Dupe.

Wants to heal ppl so it hangs around the infirmary. Actually getting really skilled.

Doesn’t hunt yet though and mostly just sticks to warning it’s parents.

(Duplicate) Dupe. (It/Its)

Has soft fur like a little kitty.

L o n g and stretchy like a cat too.

Immense fear of water but ironically probably have fur that if fluffed up will make it float.

Artistic!! Face is covered In paint or slime or blood just there’s something on it’s face always.

Arts and crafts are the way to its heart.

Has lil paw-like gloves that can turn into straight up talons.

Sneaky like Ambush and actually really clever.

Loafs and purrs like Rush.

Also has Rush’s smile :)

When it’s parents are either mad or scared they say it’s full name usually. “DUPLICATE!!!!!” “Uh oh-“

Likes to play pranks a lot.

Has a little crush of Screech???? It’s complicated but they are most just friends 4 today.

Once bit Snare and made it cry and then Snare bit it back and then all their parents came running.

Fun fact, the rooms gang would absolutely deck the everliving shit out of anyone who’d try and harm their siblings.

Rush also had a crush on Ambush they were both kids. <3

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32 with Roman

prompts are open 

an anon requested some roman angst a lil while back, and while this isn’t super angsty it kinda is? lol

also i changed the wording a bit i hope thats ok

Of course he was here, you really shouldn’t have been surprised. 

Roman had a tendency to worm his way back into your life, physically or mentally, one way or another. It’s like he knew when you were finally moving on, when you had finally pushed him from your consciousness, and decided that that was unacceptable. 

You let out a heavy sigh as you watched him enter the house party, a perky blonde slung comfortably under his arm. The mummers had started then, people whispering and peeking over at him and his date. Just because this party was outside Hemlock Grove city limits didn’t mean that Roman’s name didn’t have any lore or pull to it. You were sure everyone in the state, hell maybe the country, would stop what they were doing to follow him through a room. He had an incredibly commanding presence, something that you once loved, but now just resented. 

“Is that Roman Godfrey?” the guy you had been chatting up asked. 

He was good looking, this random man. Charming, always willing to refill your cup or dance when a song you liked came on. He laughed at your jokes and kept his eyes from wandering to any of the other girls that were in attendance, which was silly, but something you appreciated. You’d only met him a couple of hours ago, so any singular devotion he had to you was quite flattering. You were seriously considering taking his hand and asking him to join you in a room upstairs until Roman showed up and decided to steal his attention from you. This guy, this stupid guy who was the only guy in the party who you’d been attracted to even in the slightest, of course he would have a hard on for Roman and his family name. 

“Who?” you asked with resentment, drinking more of the swilly beer in your cup. 

“Who? Roman Godfrey? His family owns half the state! He’s like, a billionaire. How in the hell do you not know who he is?” he talks like an animated puppy about Roman, you can see as his eyes follow the taller man everywhere he goes in the room. 

You refused to look at Roman yourself, you just stared up at your date (if you could even call him that). You focused on the bumping music as he continued to gush about Godfrey Industries and Roman’s family money. God, you bet this guy talked about Elon Musk like this too… and suddenly you felt so repulsed by him that your skin crawled at the thought of him touching you. 

“You know what?” you cut him off from his rant, “I’m going to go out for a cigarette.” 

“Oh, OK. Want me to come?” He asked.

“No, not particularly.” And you were sure he was scowling after you and calling you a bitch, but you didn’t care. You needed to get away from him, his Roman complex, and all other Roman related things. 

You pushed your way through the throngs of people in the house to the back sliding door, where you exited to the pleasant gust of chilled air. It was a welcomed contrast on your skin after simmering inside with all it’s muggy body heat. 

The house that was throwing the party was really nice, nicer than any house you’d be able to afford. There was a large inground pool, complete with water features and a conjoined hot tub; an outdoor kitchen with a pizza oven and fully stocked fridge; and some of the most beautiful landscaping you’d ever seen. It made you wonder who actually lived here. One of your coworkers had invited you along, and you had only shown up to have something to do on a Friday night. You saw her for around five minutes when you arrived, then you’d both disappeared into the sea of people. 

You went over to the kitchen and took a seat on one of the built in benches. It was carved into the brick next to the pizza oven, and even though the oven was off, you could still feel some heat emanating from it. You pulled your knees to your chest and settled against the brick, temple to the oven as you enjoyed the silence the night had to offer. You took out your phone from your jeans and began to app surf, switching between social medias to keep your mind busy. 

“Now, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here, all by her lonesome?” you could see the smarmy grin on his face without even looking up. 

A part of you had futilely hoped that escaping outside would have thrown Roman off your scent. You’d up and completely left parties when he had arrived in the past, so you hoped he would have assumed that was the case tonight. But then again if he had, he wouldn’t be Roman. Because he seemed to have a tracking device on you, always aware of your whereabouts. It used to be helpful, but now it just pissed you off. 

“You’re such a little stalker, you know that right?” you sneer, refusing to look up from your phone. 

“Pretty sure you’re the stalker, (Y/L/N). Somehow wherever I go,” He trails off as he came to sit next to you, far too close for comfort, “There you are.” 

“Whatever, Roman.” you reply, eyes still glued to your phone as you huddled closer to the oven. 

“What? No snarky retort? No adamant denial? Man, someone’s gone soft,” he chuckles. 

“Or maybe I’m just sick of this little game you’ve roped me into,” you bit back, and you could see in your periphery that his smile grew. 

“You love it.” 

“No, you love it. It’s why you never fucking leave me alone.” 

He scoffs, but doesn’t say anything else. There is a long beat of silence where the two of you just listen to each other's breaths, of the sound of the others clothing scraping against the brick and the sound of your deft fingers against your screen. 

It reminded you of when you were together, of when you had been the perky girl under his arm and the one enthralled by his presence. It reminded you of the late nights he’d shatter your body with pleasure and put you back together again. It reminded you of the times that he'd lay on your chest and murmur secrets and confessions with tears streaking his alabaster cheeks. It reminded you of the ever present smile he brought out in you. 

It reminded you of Roman’s refusal to admit any true feelings for you. It reminded you of tense silence after fights. It reminded you of how he broke your heart. 

“That guy you were talking to? Tried to shake my hand,” Roman chuckles, “Fucking freak.” 

“Yeah, that’s why I ditched him. He probably liked you more than you like you.” 

Roman snorts, “He was practically humping my leg.” 

“Yeah, well he was practically humping mine before you showed up. So thanks for that.” you said bitterly, finally pocketing your phone and looking out over the groomed backyard. 

“He wouldn’t have known what to do with a woman like you.” 

“I would have liked to figure that out on my own upstairs, thank you very much.” you cross your arms over your folded knees. 

“C’mon, that guy? I could smell his drug store cologne from a mile away, and that fucking geled hair? You chose that guy?” you could easily detect the envy in his voice.

“C’mon, that girl? With fake tits up to her chin and boxed dyed roots?” you shot back fast, and then immediately cursed yourself. 

Because you had just played into his game, the one you had been trying for the past few months to eject yourself from. 

“She’s hot, isn’t she?” he drawls, leaning back against the bench. 

“If you’re into that 80’s fake Sports Illustrated look.” 

“She fucks like she’s straight out of Hustler.” 

“Thanks for oversharing, Roman. Though that information feels a little more suited for Peter than me.” you said sarcastically, hoping with every passing second that he would get the hint and leave you alone. 

But he never did. Not tonight, not last time and you were sure he never would. 

“You used to love when I overshared. You said it made you feel closer to me,” he nudged you with his shoulder and you felt sick. 

Because yes, you had said that. You had loved when he told you everything. When he didn’t hold back on his thoughts and feelings, and told you things that were sometimes so ugly he’d retch. 

“You’re such a dick,” you swore, and finally stood to escape him.

“Oh, don’t be like that! Sit back down.” Roman reached out to take a hold of your wrist, but you flinched away at his touch. 

“Leave me alone.” 

“Sit back down and maybe I’ll think about it,” he laughs while trying to grab you again. 

“How long are you going to do this to me, Roman? How much longer are you going to torment me!” you snap.

You look down at him for the first time all night. You had been avoiding direct eye contact since he followed you outside, afraid of what those sinful green eyes could get you to do. You’d backslid with Roman one to many times because of those fucking eyes. 

“Torment you? That seems a bit rash,” he scoffs. 

“I don’t think it is, I actually think it lets you off too easy.” 

“Yeah?” he replies, fully condescending and pompous. 

“Yeah,” you clench your jaw, “because it’s like you’re haunting me, it's like you’re this looming force that will never let me move on. And for the life of me Roman, I can’t fucking figure out why. Is it just to torture me for leaving? Are you that much of a spoiled brat? That once the toy you didn’t want gets thrown out you through a tantrum until it’s back?” 

“Fuck you.”

“No, fuck you! I’m so sick of this, Roman. I’m sick of being at a party or a restaurant or a coffee shop and then having you appear out of thin air to remind me of how much it all just hurts. Do you even care? Do you even care that everytime I see you it takes off a year of my life from pure grief?” 

Because it did. Everytime you spotted him in line behind you, at a table across the room or drinking at a bar you were sat at, you felt awful. You felt so disgusting and used and dirty, because you let Roman take and take from you and when you asked for something in return he refused to give. 

“Am I not allowed to see a friend all of a sudden?” he asks, his tone becoming defensive and worried. 

“We’re not friends. We aren’t. I loved you and you spat in my face. I could never be friends with you again, Roman.”

Roman purses his lips and looks up at you under his brow before pushing up from the bench to stand, “You don’t love me anymore?” 

“It shouldn’t matter.” 

“It does. It does to me.” he steps closer to you with every word and you finally feel the effects of the alcohol you’d had earlier. 

“Well it doesn’t to me, and it shouldn’t to you either. It didn’t then.” 

It didn’t matter to him when he screamed and laughed in your face after your confession. 

Roman doesn’t respond, even though you can tell he wants to. He towers above you now, but you don’t cower under his height. 

You watch Roman chew on the inside of his cheek for a few moments before you know the conversation is over.

“I’m gonna go.” 

You turned back toward the house and started your trek across the grass. 

“Wait!” Roman suddenly called behind you. 

You didn’t want to turn, and maybe if you were stronger you would have kept walking. But you did and you weren’t. 

“What?” you ask with a frustrated sigh. 

“I do, y’know,” he says, his posture hunched and uncomfortable, “I mean, as much as I can feel that way about anyone.” 

“Love me?” you shot back, saying the words he was too cowardly too.

Roman looks around like he’s embarrassed, like he’s looking for any witnesses that might find out he has a heart. Then he nods gently. 

“As much as a person like me can. I don’t even know if I’m capable of... that’ing. To anyone.” 

You knew this is an incredibly vulnerable moment for Roman. You knew from experience that this was as close as he had ever been to uttering those sacreded three words, as close as he had ever felt to feeling them. You knew that this should give you some solace, some closure in your ongoing battle of emotions with the tall boy. You should feel better. But you don’t. 

Because it didn’t change the past, and only gave you worthless hope for some kind of future with the only man you’d ever loved.

“Ok.” was all you said in reply. 

And Roman just nods again, though it’s clear that wasn’t the response he was looking for. You almost expected him to say something else, but he doesn’t. He just takes out a cigarette and lights it.

“I, uh, I’m still going to leave,” you say, rubbing your biceps awkwardly under Roman’s intense gaze, “I only really came here to get laid and that fell through, so…” 

“Well, I could fix that, y’know?” Roman smirks before taking a drag, and suddenly any semblance of a moment being had was.

“I’ll pass,” you say and bid him a silent goodbye. 

You walk across the grass, short and such a vibrant green, even in the winter. You wonder if Roman liked the landscaping and the pool and the kitchen like you did. You wondered if things were different, if you two would live in a house like this. You tried not to think too much about it, though.

When you were almost to the house, you heard Roman call out for you again. 

You simply looked over your shoulder to see him leaning against a brick pillar, cigarette between his plush pink lips.

“I’ll see you soon.” 

feedback is appreciated!! (:

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🕌 A Whole New World // Yandere Kalim Al-Asim x Reader//🕌

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"Oh my isn't it amazing?" (y/n) hugged the book closer to her chest an excited squeal leaving her lips as she laid down flat on the plush Persian carpet. Kalim crawled over to where she was abandoning his conversation with Jamil and half-eaten sandwich. "What'cha reading," the young prince asked curiously. 

(y/n) lazily cracked open an eye, her bright smile ever-present. "It's the 1001 Arabian nights! The one by that famous storyteller from the Land of Hot Sands! " Her voice held a dreamy tone. Kalim's eyes widen in some sort of foreign comprehension. Nostalgia flashed in his marigold orbs. "Jamil! Do you remember those stories from when we were little?" His head wiped around, eyeing his childhood friend. The black-haired youth-only nodded absentmindedly as he chewed on his sandwich. "Jamil use to read me one of the Arabian night's stories before I went to bed each night!" Jamil just hummed in agreement, he seemed too wrapped up in intentionally ignoring the conversation. 

Kalim flopped on his back, arms pulled back acting as a pillow. His eyes never once left your frame, his piercing gaze was practically glued to your body. "SO~~ Which one is your favorite?" his tone was light and cheerful, he just seemed so oddly happy. Brushing it off you guessed it might have just been the sentimentality talking. Mentioning those old stories must have stirred some childhood reminiscence. Your eyelids fluttered downwards, closing in thought as your mind raced through the countless stories you had consumed throughout the day. But there was one that seemed to shine rather brightly in your head.

"I guess the lovers of Bassorah, there's just a sort of hopeful ring to the whole story...It's hard to explain but it kinda proves that true love isn't just an open pathway. There are numerous difficulties that lovers must face before they can hold each other in their arms." When you finally opened your eyes again, you noticed that Kalim's grin had been replaced with a quizzical look.  His eyes scrunched, traversing between you and Jamil. Signing the older boy, he finally shuffled over to the two of you. He crossed his leg before explaining the story to Kalim. Realization dawned on the white-haired boy, you listened in wondering if Jamil had actually memorized the old folk tale. But as the story progressed there seemed something off about Jamil's retelling, something gritter, grimmer even...It was wrong, so wrong that it sent a flood of shivers up your spin. But a quick glance at Kalim made it obvious that the prince was not only undisturbed by the fables 

The sun had started to die quite some time ago. The sky was painted in bright melting colors that seemed to resemble sugary sweets. Jamil and (y/n) had started packing up the little picnic while Kalim sat and watched. His red eyes followed (y/n) as she nimbly picked up the plates and leftover food. She was so breathtaking, so enchanting, something about the way she moved and talked had poor little Kalim bewitched. He couldn't help the fantasies that kept sprouting in his mind. The longing to hug you close to his chest, to feel your warmth, breath in your scent.  He could imagine them so vividly that they were practically felt real. 

With a heavy sigh Kalim waved good-bye as the young girl walked away to her dorm room, book pressed close to her heart. 

Kalim watched with a  downhearted look as the last rays of sunlight screamed for help before being engulfed by the darkness of the night. Every couple of moments the young prince would tear his gaze from the starry tapestry to throw a childish lovesick complain to his childhood friend -who's body was beginning to tremble with visible annoyance- each nag circulated around the same premiss. "Why doesn't (y/n) love me?" over and over and over again. Really Kalim didn't mean to be a bother he was so wrapped up in his sorrow that he could bother to remember what words had slipped from his lips moments ago. It was well into the late-night when Kalim turned once more to Jamil his shoulders slumped, poster slagging. His mouth opened, but before any words could escape into the large room. Jamil stood up, feet stomping on the rug under him. Angrily Jamil marched over to Kalim his arms swinging before grabbing ahold of Kalim's shoulders. His long nails dug into the royal's shoulders. "Listen Kalim, I'm getting sick of this puppy crush of yours! Can you please just forget--" Jamil stopped mid-sentence, his grey eyes widening as a plan hatched in his mind, slithering around the most devious parts of his brain. A smirk formed on his chapped lips, "Kalim!" His excited tone reverberated off the walls. "Grab the flying carpet! We're going to get you a date!" Jamil ran for the door, picking up the dorm leader staff on his way. Kalim watched his friend race out the room, he remained stunned for a second before he ran after Jamil yelling; "But where do we keep the flying carpets?? Jamil! Help!" 

The cool night air washed over you, as you stood by the window, brush in hand, combing your messy locks. Your eyes carelessly jumped from star to star, soaking in their twinkling brightness. Each star seemed to sparkle a little more vividly when your gaze landed on it. It was almost like they were silently wishing you goodnight....or warning you about the secrets the night was hiding. 

You were shaken from your stargazing by the sound of a slamming door. You didn't think much of it, brushing it off as just being one your friends sneaking in for a late-night chat. Casually you turned around, only to be stricken by a wave of fear, slither across your lavish dorm room, was something out of a nightmare. A larger then life serpent was bolting for you, it's scales glittered in the chandelier light, flashing between shades of gold and ruby sometimes even turning as pitch black as a starless midnight. Its tongue flickered out sniffing the air then crashing back between its lips. For a fraction of a second, your eyes met, the monstrous snakes grey orbs seemed to be mocking you. You were sure that if he was able the monster would have been laughing at your distress. 

With each step you took in retaliation, the snake slithers forward, it's towering body was constantly looming over your petit frame. You were pushed up against the open window, no place left to hide. The snake was far to close, it's tongue grazed your cheek each time it darted outwards. You were finished, hopelessness was to the only feeling that floated through your body. You closed your eyes, ready to accept your fate. That was until a gust of cold wind blew across your face, carrying with it the sound of your name. At first, you kept your eyes closed, blaming it on your subconscious. But the noise of your name kept coming back to your ears. Finally, in a desperate attempt, you dared to turn away from the snake and spare a glance outside. Your eyes widen, hope bubbled in your gut. Standing outside your window floating on one of the infamous flying carpets was nonother than the dorm leader of Scarabia. 

"(y/n)!" his voice was like a god sent, pure melody to your ears. "Do you trust me?" His hand was extended palm awaiting your own hand. You didn't think for a moment, instantly you reached out and grabbed his arm, permitting yourself to be dragged out the glass-less window. Your knees hit the concrete of the outer wall as you tumbled onto the flying carpet. The carpet didn't miss a beat, the second your flesh hit the rug, it was off soaring into the dark night. 

The icy wind blew across your face, your body was pressed suffocatingly close to Kalim's as he navigated the flying tool across the clouds. Your heart was still pounding in fear, each beat reverberated through your bones adding an additional layer of panic. The hight and constant maneuvering of the carpet did little to ease your stress. Nether you nor Kalim had spoken since the journey began. You bite your lip waiting for him to make the first move. To say something, anything! However, what ended up breaking the silence was rather unexpected joyous laughter coming from your companion. "That was a pretty convincing show that Jamil put on wasn't it (y/n)?" there was no malice in his tone if anything it came off more as if this was all a game. A young child laughing after a good game of hiding and seek.

You turned to Kalim with a shock written all over your face. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! I JUST GOT ATTACKED..." Your breath caught in your throat, your lungs where heaving trying to pull in more oxygen to no avail. It only now began to dawn on you just how high up the two of you had gotten. Kalim must have also been facing the same problem as the leaned his weight to the front of the carpet, causing it to accelerate downwards. You let out a shrike of terror, arms wrapping around the white-haired youth. "that’s overexaggerated, it’s really isn’t that big of a deal”

Your eyes widened how could he not think that this was a big deal. It didn't matter wither that snake was really Jamil or not, the shock was real, the fear was real. "Is this some sort of cruel joke!" you yelled. Kalim shot you a confused look, one of his hands reached up to entwine his fingers in your flowing locks. “But I thought you said this kinda thing was hot!“ Kalim genuinely sounded both hurt and confused. His eyes were pooled with deep sadness. You gulped "What are you--" your memory flashed back to the stories the two of you had discussed earlier that morning. In each story, the protagonist had to stage some sort of clever catastrophe to earn their lover's affection. In multiple stories, the hero always lore their lover into some sort of danger then swoop in and save them. That was had happened, Kalim had tried to show you that he loved you by both putting your life in danger and saving it. "Kamil look I--" He pushed a finger to your lips, shushing you wordlessly " Stop pretending you don't want this, you and I, we're meant to be so just for tonight let's pretend we’re the only people in the world". For the second time, that night uneasiness overflooded your sense, but in an impulsive fit of bravery and longing, you waved it off. Nodding as you wrapped your arms tighter around Kalim's waist, enjoying the scenery of the sand dons and the sweet flowery scent that came from Kalim. 

You weren't sure when it had happened but at some point, the melody of the breeze along with the peaceful silence had lulled you into a tranquil slumber. You were stirred from your sleep by the rays of the rising sun. Slowly you pushed yourself up, there was something off about the bed you where laying on, somehow it felt much plusher than your own bed. As you attempted to turn you felt a sharp pain pulling you back onto the mattress. You moved around tugging your arms forward only to see the metal cuffs, orienting your wrists... something had happened during that carpet ride, what it was exactly you weren't sure. But you knew that you would soon get your explanation once Kalim returned. 

In one of the rooms in  Scarabia, a bloodcurdling scream could be heard. Blood trickled down Kalim's arm. dripping onto the carpets and oozing into the seems. Joyfully Kalim spun around, droplets of the crimson liquid flying off in all directions. Jamil sighed as he began dragging the body. "stop making a mess Kalim. Don't you think it was wrong to kill the boy? He was just a friend of (y/n)'s, nothing more." The white-haired royal stopped to look at his friend, a bright smile plastered across his face. “Nothing we do will ever be wrong if it's for (y/n)! She can't have anyone else but us in her life! They'll just be distractions!" Jamil rolled his eyes as he continued pulling the lifeless corps out into the balcony to be turned to dust. All the while Kalim skipped behind him joyfully humming some old tune and dreaming about his awaiting darling. 

[vintagevalentinex]

Valentine

I had this idea for a Castiel/Reader story in my head, and I’ll probably reblog it on Valentine’s Day, but I couldn’t help but post it now.  Special shout out to @icecream-and-winchesters for letting me pick her brain!  This is the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff.

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Title: Valentine Author: vintagevalentinexx Words: ~2800 Pairing: (Castiel x Reader) Warnings: Major FLUFF.

It was that time of year again.  

Being a hunter always made relationships particularly difficult.  The thought of being single and alone was just another part of “the job.”  The hunter life wasn’t typically one you shared with another person and you were quite content with that.  You had made your peace with it a long time ago.

That is, until those tall buffoons stumbled into your life.

You could remember it clearly.  It was a couple of years ago and you were trying to hustle your way through a couple games of pool to get some quick cash.  You saw them as they entered the bar.  They were tall and built strong.  They looked so sure of themselves as they walked over to the bar, ordering as they scanned the room.  You smiled to yourself, thinking they would make two easy marks for some quick cash, with the added bonus of them being easy on the eyes.

After two games of pool (one won by you, the other won by the one with the green eyes), you were starting to realize that maybe these boys were better than you had pegged them to be. I will not be out hustled.  You flashed them a smile, leaning over the pool table, your grin growing wider when you noticed the one with the green eyes couldn’t stop looking at your cleavage.

“So what are your names anyway?  It would be nice to know the names of the guys whose money I’m going to win…”

The man with the green eyes and the other one who was ridiculously tall shared a look, turning their gaze back to you, smirking.  The taller man spoke first.

“Winchester.  I’m Sam, he’s Dean.”  He jerked his head toward his brother.

You gasped in recognition, throwing your pool stick onto the table.  Rolling your eyes you spoke.  “Hunters.  Damn it, I should have known.  I guess we should just call it even then?”

They broke out into laughter and offered you a drink.

You quickly learned how amazing the Winchesters were, however, for you at least, they paled in comparison to the angel of the Lord with the blue eyes. You had tagged along on a simple salt and burn with the brothers (you quickly learned that nothing was simple when it came to the both of them).  It had turned out to be a full on demon swarm that was nearly overpowering the three of you.  You had been knocked onto your ass, flinching for the impact of a blow when you saw an almost blinding light, having to shield your eyes from the intensity.  When you were finally able to open your eyes, you were met with her most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen.  

The moment was ruined when you could hear Sam and Dean screaming for you, breathing a sigh of relief when their gaze fell upon the blue-eyed stranger.

“Cas!  It’s about damn time you got here!  (Y/N) looks like hell!  Fix her up, would ya?”  Dean grumbled.

Cas.  Cas is his name?  How did he get here?  How did he know to get here?

You looked up at “Cas,” his lips quirking into a ghost of a smile as he knelt down to be eye level with you.

“Hello, (Y/N).”

“……umm, hi….”

“I am Castiel.  I am an angel of the Lord.  You can call me ‘Cas.’  That is the name that Sam and Dean have chosen to call me…”

“…ummm okay.”  You cough, your hand covering your mouth.  As you move your hand away from your mouth, you can see that you’ve coughed up some blood.  You let out a bitter snigger.  “I guess that demon got me better than I thought…”

You made to move up when Cas put a hand on your shoulder, keeping you still.  With his other hand he pressed two fingers to your forehead, all of the pain and the aches soothed away with a single touch.  You felt nothing but warmth as your eyes found the blue ones again, feeling the heat coming to your cheeks as Cas helped you to your feet.

“Thank you, Castiel.”

“It is no trouble, (Y/N).”

“Alright lovebirds, stop making goo goo eyes at each other.  Can we go now?”

Dean continued to groan as you felt your cheeks heat up even more, red from your ears to your neck as you stormed out of the abandoned warehouse, shoving past Sam and Dean, who wore matching smirks.  Cas looked on, concerned and curious.

“Dean, is she well?  Does she perhaps have a fever?”

“Nah, man.  She’s got somethin’ else pretty bad though…”  Dean laughed, sharing a knowing look with Sam.

“Should I follow after her?  Perhaps I didn’t heal her completely.”

“It’s something you can’t heal, buddy.”

As you stomped towards the Impala, you couldn’t get those words out of your mind.  It was no trouble.  You smiled a little to yourself as you slid into the backseat of the car.  You didn’t know it at the time, but those four words would become the most beautiful arrangement of letters you’d ever heard.

Cas became more and more of a facet in your life, always seemingly being there whenever you needed help or company.  His visits with the Winchesters became more frequent and seemingly unnecessary.  Dean was starting to get really confused.

Cas why are you here? I thought you called for me. No, man…

Cas…didn’t you just leave like 15 minutes ago? I thought you could use some assistance. With eating? Yes.

Cas…seriously… I am sorry, Dean…I thought that I heard you faintly praying to me… While I’m sitting on the god damn toilet? In retrospect, that seems to have been a mistake…

Dean shuffled into the library in one of the dead man’s robes, finally drinking coffee.  That was definitely not the way he wanted to be woken up on a Monday morning.  Or at all for that matter.  Cas was getting weirder and weirder and damn it if he wasn’t going to find out why.  He rolled his eyes as he saw Cas sitting in the library with Sam, trying to figure something out in the lore.

“Damn it Cas, what has been your problem lately?  You seem real squirrely…”

“I do not know what you are talking about, Dean…and I also do not understand how I could ever resemble a rodent such as a squirrel…”

Dean rolled his eyes, taking another needed swig of coffee.  It was going to be a long day. “Cas…I’m not even going to start with why that makes no sense but—“

“Morning guys!” You called out. You felt quite chipper this morning.  You were getting some of the best sleep you’ve ever had in probably…ever.  You scanned the room, seeing Sam hard at work already, Dean grumping about like he usually did in the morning, and…oh.

“Good morning Cas!”

“Good morning, (Y/N).  I take it you slept well…”

Dean snaps his head to look at the exchange between the both of you with a smug, shit-eating grin on his face.  I get it now…

Loud yelling brings you out of your daydreaming.  You weren’t really excited for today.  You were hoping that the day would go quickly, and that you wouldn’t see any lovey dovey couples, but you knew that your thoughts were futile.

It was Valentine’s Day.

Normally, this wouldn’t bother you at all, but since the appearance of the blue eyed angel, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts constantly drift to him.  From the moment you met him you knew that he was righteous and brave, but over the weeks and months you began to realize how so inherently good he was.  He was a loyal friend, almost to a fault, and would do anything to make sure the ones he cared about were safe.  And at times that included you.  He had saved you a few times over the months and you were infinitely thankful for him in your life.  When Sam and Dean told you more about how Cas basically sacrificed everything he ever knew and cared about in heaven to protect the people on Earth, it blew you away; his selflessness continuing to amaze you.  He was a good man…er…angel…and you hoped someday that you could have someone in your life that could be even a fraction as good as he was.

You sighed heavily, dragging the Chinese food you picked up while the boys continued their research in the motel room you were sharing for the job you were on.  You quirked an eyebrow as you listened in on the yelling that was occurring on the other side of the door.

“Cas…what the hell is in the cooler?!”

"Well Dean, you told me to give (Y/N) a heart for Valentine’s Day…”

You nearly gapsed.  Cas wanted to give you something for Valentine’s Day?  Maybe he didn’t know what it meant to be someone’s Valentine…

“Cas I swear if there is an actual heart in there…”

“You don’t need to swear; there is a heart in the cooler…I wasn’t sure what kind of heart to get…you didn’t say.  I thought it would be most appropriate to get a human heart because well…(Y/N)’s a human…”

You face palmed, holding back a torrent of giggles and you could nearly feel Dean getting more and more frustrated.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!  Where did you get a freaking human heart, Cas?!  Are you kidding right now!?”

“I thought it was customary—“

“Oh just wait ‘till Sam gets back.  This is great.  Just great, man.”

“Dean, I—“

“Man…seriously…get rid of it.  She’s not gonna want it.”

“Are you positive?”

“Am I—just GET RID OF IT CAS!”

You figured this was probably a good time to announce your presence.  You called through the door.  “Hey guys!  Mind helping me open the door?  My arms are full!”

You heard the flutter of wings and a rush of air as you turned around, Cas standing way too close as your cheeks heated up.  He smiled sheepishly at you as he helped unburden your arms, the door swinging open to reveal a smug looking Dean.  

“You know, Cas…the door works just as fine…”

“Yes…yes Dean.  I will make sure to remember that next time…”

You smiled at him as you all piled back into the motel room.  You ate in an awkward silence, Cas watching both you and Dean eat your food.  The tension in the room was thick.  Dean finally stood up, grunting and rolling his eyes at the entire situation.

“Alright…well since this is such a happening place, I’m going to the bar…there’s probably some woman out there who’s lonely today…”

You scoffed.  “Real nice, Winchester…trying to hook up with lonely woman on Valentine’s Day.”

“Hey…at least I’ll be getting some…unlike you!”

Cas interjected.  “Dean, what do you mean, ‘getting some’?  What are you getting some of?”

Dean shook his head, laughing as he ducked out the door.  “Why don’t you fill him in, (Y/N)?”

The both of you sat there in silence for a few brief moments.  You shift, Cas’s attention on you now at the sudden noise.

“Do you mind if I hop in the shower?  It’s been a long day…you don’t have to leave or anything…I’ll just be in the bathroom…”

“Go right ahead, (Y/N)…though I do not understand why you wouldn’t just walk into the shower…but by all means hop right into it!”  He smiled, trying to ease the tension and awkwardness in the room.  You smiled and shook your head at him.  Bless him, he is trying.

“Alright then, I shouldn’t be too long!”

“It is no trouble, (Y/N).”

You grinned, loving when he uttered those words to you as you headed for the bathroom, letting the steam and the hot water soothe your sore muscles.

You stepped out of the shower, feeling new, as you threw your clothes back on.  You stepped back into the main room.

“Hey Cas, I was—“

But he was gone.

You shrugged, getting ready to break out the beer and turn on Netflix for the night when you noticed that you had a voicemail notification on your phone.  You put your phone to your ear, knowing it could be important, and listen to the message.

“Yes…yes I know this is (Y/N)’s phone, that is why I called it.  Yes, I would like to leave a message.  Why are you still talking to me?  This is not your phone!  (Y/N)!?  (Y/N)?!  If you are there please listen to me!  Go to the place where you bought the Chinese food.  It is of great importance.”

And with that the message ended.  Alarmed that something was wrong you swiped Dean’s keys, thankful that he was walking to the bar that night and sped down the road, breaking all kinds of motor vehicle laws as you raced back to the restaurant, ready to gank any creature that stood in your way.  When you finally parked the car, gun in hand, and ready to go, you noticed something flashy in the alleyway.  You stalked quietly and swiftly, ready to strike when you noticed a simple red dress hanging on a hanger on a fire escape.  It had a note pinned to it.

I apologize for making you think the worst, (Y/N), but I fear that this was the only way to get you here.  Please put this on, I’m nearly positive that it will fit, and I’m absolutely certain that it will look beautiful on you.  Please go to local record store and pick out the album that you told me reminded you of me.

You smiled, shaking your head.  You wanted to be mad, but this was way too sweet.  A scavenger hunt?  What was Cas up to?  Your shrugged into the dress (that did fit perfectly…you weren’t sure to be impressed or creeped out), still clad in your converse as you walked into the record store, remembering how you were telling Cas about the song that made you think of him.  Well, it has wings in it and well, you’re an angel so…

Chewing on your lip you entered the record store, searching up and down the aisles until you finally find what you’re looking for.  You pull the record up from its place and see a note taped to it.

I’m glad you found this.  I was so very touched when you played this song for me.  To know that you think of me when I am not near makes me feel things that I have never felt, (Y/N).  It makes me feel things that I didn’t know that I was even capable of feeling, things that I cannot put into words.  Look under the shelf, and put those on.  Go back to the motel room.

Your face flushes as you read the note, ducking down to find a box of beautiful shoes.  You slip them on as you drive back over to the motel, your heart racing as you make yourself get out of the car.  As you walk to the door, your hand shakily makes its way to the knob, hearing the faint sound of music on the other side.  Twisting the knob and pushing the door open, you are greeted by a trenchcoat-less Castiel, still dressed in his suit.  He stands in the middle of the room nervous, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, twirling a single sunflower between his fingers.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, (Y/N).”

You blushed as bright as your dress, gently closing the door behind you.  You nervously walked closer to him as he offered you the flower.  You smiled down at it.

“Thank you Cas, I love sunflowers.”

“They remind me of you.  They are warm and bright.  They remind me of sunshine.  They remind me of your smile.  Though a flower cannot really do you any justice.”

Stepping closer to him, you bashfully looked away.

“I wish I had something to give you, Cas.”

He stepped forward, pulling you in close to himself as he swayed your bodies to the faint music in the background.

“This is all I could ever ask for, (Y/N).  I am not exactly 100% sure on this human custom, but I do believe I must ask you a question.”

“Sure thing, Cas.  What is it?”

He smiled down at you.  “Will you be my Valentine?”

You grinned, nearly giggling, feeling like a schoolgirl as he continued to sway the both of you to the music.

“It is no trouble, Castiel.”

He shared your grin, dancing with you until the wee hours of the morning, the both of you peppering each other’s faces with sweet, tender kisses.

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

You’re Always Right

Requested by the amazingly talented @sorenmarie87​

Dean x Reader | Prompt 13: “I promise you I have never once sparkled in the sunlight.” (SMUT)

Words: 2810

Warnings: Smut (obvs), language

A/N: None really. Hope you like it doll! Love ya!!!

“How do you know, Dean?”

“Because, I’ve done this before, sweetheart.”

“I have too, but I don’t remember ever hearing about vamps walking around in the daylight.”

“Trust me, with the way things are lately, you can’t always trust the lore. Or what we know,” Dean lowered his machete and turned to you. “Everything is upside down lately, you know that.”

“I do, but still, I just don’t see how vamps are able to do that without burning,” you replied, getting frustrated with his lack of a reasonable answer.

“Even monsters have anomalies among them,” Sam spoke up from behind you. “We’ve seen some pretty crazy things lately (Y/N).”

Shaking your head, you raised your brows in resignation and turned back towards the abandoned house a hundred yards in front of you.

“Ok, so what’s the plan?” you asked Dean.

Before he could answer, an old, rusted car came around the bend and pulled to a stop in front of the house. Three men and a woman poured out, with one of them circling around to the trunk and popping it open.

The bright afternoon sun reflected off the chrome of the trunk as it flew up and the vamp reached inside pulling out the body that was bound and gagged.

“Alright, Winchester, you were right? Happy?” you said poking his shoulder.

“Extremely. Proving you wrong is something I live for,” he said with a smile and winked before turning back towards the car. “Wait until they’re inside. We flank the house, cover all the exits. I’ll go in for the girl.”

“I bet you will,” you mumbled under your breath, annoyed that Dean was always chasing after the victims; especially the female ones.

“What was that?”

“Nothing… just, let’s get this over with,” you said and unsheathed your blade.

Approaching the house, Sam circled around back, while Dean went towards the front. You wanted on the blind side of the porch in case one of the half-dozen bloodsuckers got past the brothers.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the idea of a vampire being out in the broad daylight. No matter how odd the monsters were lately, it just didn’t seem as though that was possible. Your mind started to race as to what it could be, how they could be out…

Gunshots rang out. Screams from inside the house made your blood curdle as you saw Sam sprinting from around the back of the house, blood covering his shirt.

“You good?” he asked frantically as he raced past you towards the front.

“Yeah… Dean?!” you yelled running after him.

“I don’t know!”

Reaching the front of the house, Dean was standing there, with three severed heads at his feet and a big smile on his face.

“See? Daytime Vamps…” he said as he bent down and pulled up a lip of one of the heads.

Its fangs were still out, sending a cringe through you. “I get it, you were right… alright? Can we go now?”

“No… really… I wanna hear it,” Dean smirked and offered you a playful wink.

Sighing, you shifted your weight to your other foot and put the hand not holding the machete on your hips. “Fine. You were right. Dean Winchester is the smartest man alive.”

Dean threw his arms wide and grinned a large, toothy grin as he looked at his brother. Sam shook his head and reattached his blade to his belt.

“How the hell did you manage to take down three of them like that? Especially when they weren’t asleep?” you asked, actually quite impressed with Dean, but wouldn’t dare tell him that.

“Cause I am that good, sweetheart.”

“Or, maybe you just have a thing for vamps… having been one yourself,” you retorted and instantly felt bad.

“Wow… low blow,” Sam mumbled and passed you a look that made you feel even worse.

“Dean... I’m sorry… I just—”

“It's fine. And you’re right. I do have a thing for vamps. A thing for making sure they all die bloody. Mostly because they are disgusting, vile monsters, but also because one of them had the nerve to try and turn me.”

Dean looked down at one of the heads and snorted a laugh as he nudged at its heavily painted and shiny face with his boot. “However. For my brief time as a bloodsucker, I can promise you I never once sparkled in the sunlight.”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh as your face tinged bright red.

“C’mon, let’s get these things gone and go find the closest bar. I need a drink,” Dean said as he brushed past you, not looking at you but lightly bumping your shoulder as he did.

  You sat at the end of the bar next to Sam as he scrolled some sites on his laptop, but your eyes were fixed on Dean. He was chatting up the bartender, a blonde with little boobs and big brown eyes set firmly on the eldest Winchester.

The pull in your gut every time he laughed at her made you ache. Unable to watch the object of your affections flirt with another, you downed the shot of whiskey sitting in front of you, as well as Sam’s.

“Hey,” he said with a half-hearted objection. “I was going to drink that.”

“Shoulda done it faster then,” you mumbled as you slipped off the chair.

The two shots, in addition to the two you’d downed ten minutes before, hit hard as you sauntered past where Dean was sitting and talking with Bartender Barbie.

“Hey…” he said as you went by, “where are you going?”

Stopping without turning, you drew in a deep breath. Trying not to sound how you felt, you pushed your shoulders back and turned your head enough to see him from your peripheral.  

“Going to find myself someone to celebrate with.”

Just as you were about to approach two very good-looking guys and one gorgeous woman by the pool table, feeling like any of them would do to numb the pain, you felt a hand wrap around your arm.

“No, you’re not. You’re too drunk,” Dean said quietly in your ear.

It caused a rush of adrenaline and ache for him to break out across your skin. Turning around fully to face him, his bright green eyes were fixed on yours.

“What the hell do you care? You got your… conquest for the night.”

Dean shook his head, but his face softened as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Conquest? You think that’s what that is?”

“What else could it be, Dean? Clearly, you have a type,” you snorted and tried to shake his grip.

“Maybe. But it ain’t her,” Dean shook his head and closed his eyes, steeling himself to what he was about to say. “Apparently my type is a snarky hunter who doesn’t really give me the time of day.”

His eyes bore deeply into your flesh, causing your cheeks to burn hot and unable to look directly at him.

“Yeah, and who’s that? Jodi?” you snorted with a smile, but Dean didn’t react.

“You’re drunk.”

“And you’re an ass.”

“I don’t doubt it, darlin’. Especially if you think I was talking about anyone other than you,” Dean’s lips pursed together in frustration as he loosened his grip on your arm. “But, you know, if you wanna go get your rocks off with one of them…” he motioned with his chin towards the pool table, “I can’t stop ya I guess.”

Pulling your arm completely free, you knew the whiskey was making you be harsher with him than you intended. But the feelings you’d carried for Dean all this time were starting to really affect you.

“Yeah, you’ve been real clear with that Dean. That’s why every case we work, you save the damsel in distress, right? Every case… you are flirting and eyeing some bimbo.”

“Mhm, and why do you think I do that? Flirting gets results, sweetheart. And, mister puppy dog eyes over there can’t seem to pull it off without getting all flustery.”

“So, you flirt for your job?”

“I do. We do what we have to in order to get the job done. Besides, I remember a werewolf hunt last month where you nearly went home with one of our suspects… that was real fun to watch by the way.”

Suddenly it hit you. Why he’s been so distant with you, so sarcastic. Dean wasn’t exactly the poster boy for talking about feelings, and the ones you thought he might have had for you in the beginning really were there; he just had no idea how to let you know.

At the same time you felt angry. If he wanted you, he should have said something instead of wasting the several months you’ve been hunting together.

“You know something, Winchester. I hate you. You do nothing but infuriate me most of the time.”

“Same here, sweetheart. I guess that’s why we work so well together,” Dean’s brow furrowed as his hand slowly returned to your arm.

This time he touched you gently, caressing the flesh of your skin with his thumb as he cautiously pulled you towards him

“So, now… tell me again how you want to go over there and take some civilian home,” his voice was low and guttural and in that instant, there was no one else in the bar, but you and him.

“I… can’t,” the words fell from your lips in a whisper, causing him to smile smugly.

“Wanna get out of here?”

“What about Sam?”

Dean looked back over his shoulder at his brother who was currently smiling and chatting up a second bartender that had come onto her shift.

“I think he’s fine,” Dean said returning his electric gaze back at you.

  The hotel room door burst open with force as Dean pushed you through it. Before it was shut with the latch clicking closed, he was tearing off your shirt and bra, and burying his face into your neck. The feeling of his breath on you was pure bliss as the rough skin on his hands fell down your back towards your ass.

Lifting you up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as his lips moved from your neck, down your chest to your breasts. Your head was spinning at the rush of him against you, as well as the whiskey still coursing through your veins.

Dean had you up against the wall before he lifted his eyes back to meet yours. He wanted to speak, but your eyes pleaded with him to not say whatever it was, in fear of the moment being ruined with rational thinking.

He got the hint and pressed a heated kiss to your lips, stealing the bit of breath you had. Dean bit your lower lip playfully before taking in as much of your tongue as he could; making you feel as though he may swallow you completely.

Dean kissed you as deeply and yet as slowly, as his desire would let him. Not wanting to let an ounce of you go untasted, he slowly walked you to the bed and laid you down on it. He swallowed thickly as he gingerly unbuttoned your jeans and slid them off and threw them to the side.

He went to work on removing his own shirt before lowering himself onto you. Wrapping your arms up around his shoulders, you could feel the hard swell of his cock through his jeans as it pressed into thigh.

“You still got far too many clothes on Winchester,” you purred, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.

Once it was undone, you palmed him through his pants, making him growl into your ear. The more pressure you applied to his hardon, the faster he struggled to remove the rest of his clothes. When they were finally tossed aside, he pawed at your panties and plunged his hand deep into your folds without warning.

“God damn woman,” Dean moaned, licking his lips before running his tongue and teeth up the length of your neck from collarbone to ear.

The tease of his fingers was enough to drive you crazy. Waiting as long as you had to have Dean in your bed had been maddening, but now that he was, and he was so close to being inside you, every second he made you wait was a new kind of torture.

“Dean… please…” you begged, arching your back up just to feel the throb of his dick near your pulsating sex. “Don’t you tease me.”

You felt his lips snarl into a smile as your hands clawed their way down his back, pushing him down into you.

“Oh, no sweetheart… not yet,” he teased as he reached around to remove your hands and pin them over your head with one of his.

Grabbing his member with his free hand, he ran it deliberately over your clit several times while assaulting your neck and chest with his mouth. Biting, licking and sucking your skin as if you were the only thing giving him life.

“Dean…”

The way his name fell from your lips was enough to break his own resistance and plunge deep inside of you. A sharp breath escaped your mouth; the heat of it on his skin elicited a primal grunt from the hunter.

The hand he had pinned your arms down with reluctantly let go as traveled down your body, finding your breasts and taking your nipple between his fingers. With your hands free, you found your strength and pushed him up and over onto his back before he could protest.

Repositioning yourself, you slowly began grind your hips on him and his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. Dean’s eyes closed and his mouth fell open with heavy breaths as you writhed on top of him, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside you.

The faster you moved, he more painful his fingers dig into you, but you liked the agony of it. You could already feel yourself reaching your climax but didn’t want it to end. Slowing your waves against him, your bent down and kissed his mouth. His arms snaked up into your hair and pushed your mouth down harder onto his while still greedily thrusting into you.

He sat up suddenly, pulling you into him and burying his face into your breasts. The swift change in position was all it took for your walls to fluttered against his dick, constricting on him as you hit your climax.

“Fuck!” he growled into you as his hands wrapped around you tighter, letting himself go just as you did.

It felt as though it was over before it started, but every second he had been touching you, inside of you, kissing you… was worth every second you waited for him.

His skin has a light coating of sweat that tasted salty as you pressed your lips against his shoulder. Feeling him continued to shudder against you, you lightly grazed your teeth against the flesh and smiled to yourself when he shivered.

Pulling himself back from you, he brushed the hair from your face and smiled. “Well if I knew it could be that good I would’ve done something bout this a long time ago,” he said, the corner of his lips twitching into a smile.

“Yeah, once again, you’re right,” you teased, leaving a soft kiss against his mouth. “But, uh, now that you know… what do we do about it?”

Gingerly climbing off his lap and laying down next to him, Dean rested his head on the pillow next to you and traced the line of your neck down to your shoulders, coming to rest on the soft swell of your hips.

“Well, first. We’re gonna shower. Then, we’re gonna order some room service and check on Sammy. Then, we’re gonna do it again. And again. And probably again.”

“We’re gonna shower? As in together?”

“Yes. Yes, that is exactly what we are gonna do,” Dean said and sprang up suddenly.

Despite your playful protests, Dean picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, heading towards the bathroom.

Placing you down in the tub, he turned on the hot water and stepped in with you.

“So, this plan… this ok with you?”

“Best one you came up with today,” you said nonchalantly, running your fingers up his now wet chest.

“Hey.. hey. My plan worked for the vamps. Not my fault you and Sam didn’t see any action,” he raised his brows as you spiritedly punched his arm.

“Next time, we go in together.”

Dean softened his gaze and brushed a thumb against your cheek. “From now on, we do it all together.”

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[themanicgalaxy]

SPN 6X9 Clap Your Hands if you Believe

what

ok lovely sex scene time

just fucking leaves in the middle of a makeout session lol

yep patrick is dead

PATRICK GOT ABDUCTED BY ALIENS

OOO X FILES OPENING

I LOVE THE THEMED EPISODES

ope missing persons cases

I like the juxtaposition of "holy shit it's aliens" "people are still missing" "it's thE FAIRIES"

SaM

DEAN HAS TO EXPLAIN WHY SAM IS LOSING HIS SHIT

AHAHA THE EMPATHY

THEY'rE STILL CONFUSED BY THE SOUL THING

FAkE iT tiLl YoU MaKE it

Dean's the conscience this is gonna be fun

this town reminds me of stars hollow it's hilarious

Sam, instantly: YOU DID IT

Dean: Sam please

huh the watches are everywhere

"I did fine" Sam you killed so many people

ooo nice shot with the colors

FUCKING ROCK MUSIC RING TONE

BUT T THiNg "EMPATHY SAM"

this is fantastic

DEAN DID YOU JUST "COME AND GET ME" TO THE ALIENS

oh my god it's area 51 raid's precursor

now he has to find the UFO AHAHAHA

"did it happen when you were kids" "no like half an hour ago" AHAHAAH

HE STILL SHOT HIS GUN

DEAN'S FACE

HE WALKS IN ON HIS BROTHER HAVING SEX WHILE HE WAS ABDUCTED

AHAHAHAAHAHA

"they were grabby, incandescent douchebags, goodnight" "too soon, ok"

AHAHAAH

Yep Dean's alone again whee

UFO timeslip AH YES NERD SAM IS BACK

THE FUCKING ROBOTIC PAT ON HIS THIGH

"you're safe now" SDFASAIFP

he went nuts and they just kinda returned him ahaha

AHAHAH DEAN

"our reality is collapsing around us and you're FLIRTING"

you're just mad ur brother is effortlessly what you wanted to be

oh wait I take it back this is interesting

"NO SAM NO HAVING SEX" AHAHAH

"having a soul means suffering" "yes" BRO ARE YOU KIDDING OR DO YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE IT

"and suffering is good" NOO DON'TL ISTEN TO DEAN

"they WILL NOT STOP WRITING BOOKS ABOUT IT" AHAHAHA

GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM

N O GUN

"?nipples?" THEN IT PUNCHES HIM IN THE FACE

"bitch"

THE FUCKING MUSIC

HE MICROWAVED THE ALIEN

ah yes Dean is now hallucinating

the bleh

"it was a glowing hot naked lady with nipples and she hit me"

"I'm not supposed to laugh right" AHAHAHA

it's fairies

THE LADY WAS RIGHT AHAHAH

ah yes the fairy that attacked dean

SAM'S FACE

FIRST BORN SONS

"did you service oberon king of the fairies" I SWEAR TO GOD SAM

Forcefully Interact

it's always silver

iron is true from what I remember

DO YOU HAVE BIGGER CUPS

DeAN HAS NO SOCIAL SKILLS AND NOW HE HAS TO FIX WHATEVER THE FUCK SAM'S DOING

"the crazy's on me" FGHPSDFIA

"AND NO HAVING SEX WITH HIPPIE CHICKS SAM"

boy that was a lot of cream

yep the fairies

but why with watches

the fixation on pool even when not playing

"I'm assuming you have a soul, so what's your excuse" OOO THAT'S A GOOD LINE THOUGH

parkinson's, can't make the watches anymore

always the first born

~he's behind you~!

Whoops

DEAN IT's A FAIRY THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS

fIgHT thE faiRIEs

DEAN YOU LOOK INSANe

FDHAISPDIP HE'S ACCUSED OF A HATE CRIME

FITTING BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THIS SHOW IS

"you are all kinds of messed up" HAAH

"cream hits them like tequila" ahahah

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK

The UFO enthusiast is the leprechaun who knew

UFOs just handle all the theories

"he's ours now" oof

Sam's not like other girls

soul not completely out of reach huh

ah a deal

"your devil, not mine" OOO

oo the pinocchio references

uh oh

YEET

they're both getting beat up

"why didn't I do that earlier"

HE HAS TO FUCKING COUNT IT

COLORS

Deal BAd

"I have all my brain cells" AHAHA

oh no don't tell me he doesn't want his soul back

aight

1. Lore!! actual lore again!! the iron! they have to count the salt/sugar! the cream! the pagan part of it(they're explicitly older than christianity)! The covering up because of christianity! the fucking first borns! it felt like an urban fantasy show and that was GREAT!

2. Ok now that it's not grey all the time, well composed shots include beautiful color that's been adjusted well. goddamn this episode was pretty.

3. THE FUCKING COMEDY OF MAN WITH NO SOUL HAVING TO LEARN EMPATHY WAS SO GOOD! LIKE YEAH YOU CAN PLAY IT TRAGIC BUT THIS WAS SO MUCH BETTER AND DIDN'T MAKE SAM OR DEAN ANNOYING

4. And also, the fact that Sam's getting second thoughts about having a soul, the "what's your excuse" like. interesting things done with soulless sam

oh fuck me of course it's a ben edlund episode

[supernaturalmistress]

Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’-Part 2

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Summary: When the boys are in some deep shit, you decide to help. But what happens when you have to live with the man your heart belongs to? The one and only Dean Winchester?

Author Notes: Sorry it took me forever guys but here’s part 2! Working on part 3 as well. Let me know how I’m doing too! Feedback is what keeps me writing!

Catch up: Part 1

You make me weep

And wanna die

Just when, you’d say we’d try

Lovin’, touchin’, squeezin’ each other 

-Journey

The Winchesters' weren't normally the ones to be on time but they arrived at your house at 8:30, right on the dot. You checked your watch and to be honest, you were impressed. 

You saw the beautiful black beast pull up into your yard. Your parent's old house was a pretty average size, it was nice and white with two big pillars out front. It had a two car garage and so many plants and bushes with beautiful roses and different variety of flowers. The boys got out of the car and Dean looked astonished at how 'homey’ your house was.

"Wow Y/N, this is-this is nice. Didn't peg you for a gardener though," he said as he let out a whistle, "Better than I thought it would be."

You scoffed, "What you thought it'd be worst?"

He shrugged. "Eh, maybe, maybe not."

"You better shut it, Winchester, don't test my patience on your first day moving in," you said teasingly.

Soon, you all entered your house so they can get the feel of where they'll be for...however long they were here.

"Ok," you started to point towards all the rooms giving clear instructions, "three bedrooms, two baths, one of which is in my room so you guys have to share the one in the hall, uh kitchen is down the hall on the right, living room is there, garage door is straight down, and," you motioned for them to follow you, "These are the two spare rooms so you guys take your pick."

The boys looked at each other and Dean had picked the bedroom right next to yours.

"I'll take this one." 

"Oh hold up, that's not fair, why can't I get that one?" Sam said with the voice of a child.

"Um because oldest gets first pick, duh," Dean spat back.

Sam sighed and looked back at you.

"Don't worry Sammy, you get the room with the air conditioning that works," you whispered to him then you both laughed.

"Thanks, Y/N/N, not only for the room but everything. Seriously, you have no idea how much this means to us and how much you're helping us out right now," he said.

"Of course Sam, trust me you guys are actually helping me out a lot too. I had no idea what I was gonna do with this old house, now I have an excuse to use it," you said with a slight laugh.

Then, you noticed how tall the hazel-eyed man was. The ceiling was about three feet from the tip of his head. If he stuck his arm up, he could for surely touch the ceiling. "So don't even fret, also sorry for such low ceilings," he realized what you meant when you both burst out into laughter. You were so happy to have your favorite people back, even more, having them live with you. Especially Dean, god how you missed him. He started to close the door to his new room and you forgot what surprise you had for him. 

"Oh yeah, Sammy my dad's old office and the library is yours now too. It's filled with all his old lore books and things you could probably use for your research, so don’t be afraid to go all up in there."

There was a moment of silence before he finally spoke.

"You're the best Y/N."

"Oh, I know," you said with a wink.

Around 3 hours later, you and the boys got back from getting all of their things and dropping off the truck. Dean called your name so loud, it scared you. You ran to the garage and stood in the doorway.

"What?! What's wrong?!"

"Why didn't you tell me your garage was this fucking cool?" he said standing in the middle of it. It was pretty much a man cave. Your dad had put all kinds of different beer brand neon signs that lit up, there were couches and recliners, some pretty badass carpet, a pool table, and the best part of it, a bar. Filled with the best of whiskey, tequila, patron and all natural beers. Your dad wasn't an alcoholic, he barely even drank. He was just always fascinated with alcohol.

"Oh my gosh, I thought you were dying. Well um yeah I guess it's pretty cool," you said as you stepped in.. "Uh well this is now my new favorite spot," he said as he got comfortable and started racking up the balls on the pool table. "Just please don't drink everything in the next week, that shit is fucking expensive and I do not feel like buying all of it over and over again," you both laughed. "Just forewarning you, the whiskey might be gone by next week," he said. "Well that I can make an exception for, speaking of drinking, want a beer while we play?" you asked him while leaning on the table. "Beer, pool, and a beautiful woman. Sounds good to me."

About five beers in and you and Dean had been giggling like a bunch of teenage girls. But soon the conversation got deep. You and Dean were on the couch and he had his head in your lap while you sat upright just listening to his problems. You had barely even noticed how he kept nuzzling his way closer and closer to you.

"I don't know, I just feel like sometimes he doesn't want anything to do with me. Like he's tired of me," he went on about Sam and you started to run your fingers through his hair. He relaxed a bit and just brought his hand up to rest on your delicate thigh. There was a long pause until he spoke. 

"You're really soft and squishy, like a marshmallow pillow," he slurred out. "You're really drunk," you laughed. You just watched how his eyes closed and how his lips parted when you scratched his head. You brought your fingers to trace his jawline and cupped his face. He began to snore softly and you couldn't get him off your lap. You tried to move slow so you didn't wake him but once you realized he wouldn't budge you decided 'what the hell?' Dean had been doing something to you since you first met him all those years ago. You couldn't get enough of him. You would apparently get this chance only once, right? You began to lay back to get comfortable. When Dean felt you were moving he groaned loudly.

"No. Please stay." He put his hand on your thigh close to your core and pushed you down. His response was an excitement to you. You smiled widely and kissed his forehead. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

You woke up a couple hours later and just watched Dean. You felt him move earlier and allowed you to lay down under him. He placed his head in the gap of your boobs. He used the edge of your breasts as his pillow. Not to soon after he came up to place his head in the crook of your neck. He didn’t kiss it or anything like that just, simply placed his lips there. He savored your scent and wanted your presence with him. He wrapped both his arms around your waist and laid between your legs. That night, he had the best sleep he’s had in a long time. But he knew that you probably didn't want this, every night like he wished. He could get used to it, but he knew you probably didn't feel the same. So he woke up, he didn't want to move from your arms, which were holding him tightly. He slid out of them and picked you up, you immediately relaxing into him resting your head on his chest. 

He dropped you off to your room and laid you on your bed to leave you in comfort. You slept silently and peacefully. He didn't want to ruin that, physically or emotionally. He covered you with a blanket, wishing he was under them with you and left you to be at rest.

"Goodnight Dean."

"Goodnight sweetheart."

[hanny-writes-spn]

Break Time Activities

Word Count: 1800ish

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Skinny dipping, public nudity (only Dean and Reader see each other naked), unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), a shitty attempt at writing smut

Summary: The reader needs a break from a long night of researching, and Dean helps her unwind.

A/N: I dedicate this to my lovely friends @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @melonshino…. I took a break from my Sam crisis to write this just for you guys ;-)

*****

“Hey Sammy, you find anything yet?” Dean asked tiredly through the speaker of his phone. “Y/N and I are starting to exhaust our options over here.”

“I’m still at the library… it seems like I’m not going to be leaving anytime soon,” Sam answered tiredly. You could almost picture him rubbing his forehead as he talked. “You’d be surprised at how big the lore section of this library is. I’ve never been to a library that is open all night.”

Both of the boys sounded drained, as did you. The three of you had been researching for a case for nearly three hours now - Sam left for the library while you and Dean stayed behind to look online for information. So far you had come up with squat.

“Have we considered the option that this is actually nothing? I mean, we’re both hitting dead ends here…” Dean huffed out.

“I don’t know guys, I really think there’s something here… look through Dad’s journal again, Dean. Y/N, keep looking on the internet. There’s definitely a case here, I can just feel it.”

“Alright… well, I guess we’ll just keep plugging in what we have then,” you replied as you ran your fingers through your hair. You angrily hung up Dean’s phone for him before pacing the room like you had been since you started.

Not only were you frustrated from the dead-end case, you were frustrated at the fact that it was also a million degrees inside your motel room. Someone thought that it was a good idea to take a case that was in Arizona in late July. Although you were in a pair of shorts and a tank top, you could feel the heat seeping deep into your skin.

“Y/N, come look at this.”

Grabbing a hold of the back of Dean’s chair and peering over his shoulder to look at the computer screen, you shook your head in disapproval. “You really think this is some kind of God?”

“Not just any God… hear me out-” he began to ramble but you were distracted. The way his lips moved with every word that came out of his mouth was driving you crazy. And every time his pink tongue peeked out, you thought you would lose it. Pretty soon the dry Arizona heat wasn’t the only thing that was making you hot.

“Alright, I can’t do this anymore. I need a break or else I’m going to go insane - for god’s sake it’s almost three in the morning, Dean. There’s a pool I saw outside that has been calling my name. I’ll be back in 15 minutes, okay?” you interrupted his ramble and stormed outside.

Dean looked after you as you walked outside; shrugging his shoulders, he just went back to researching. It wasn’t uncommon for there to be a pool at one of the dingy motels you all stayed at but it was usually too cold outside for anyone to actually go swimming in it. He looked away from his computer screen for a moment before sitting up straight in his seat when something hit him.

You didn’t change into a bathing suit before you left. In fact, you didn’t even own a bathing suit.

What the hell were you wearing to go swimming?

Pushing his chair and research aside, Dean walked with purpose to the pool. His eyes found a heap of your clothes on one of the chairs before they reached you in the pool.

“Y/N! What the hell are you doing?!”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking a break,” you said as you floated around the cool water. A smile played on your lips as you watched Dean try to avert his eyes from your body and focus on your face.

“You’re…. You’re naked! For the whole goddamn world to see! Jesus Christ, Y/N…”

His voice got all high pitched when he was whisper yelling at you. It was actually kind of cute at how riled up he was getting about this.

“Who, Dean? Who is in the nasty-ass hotel, looking out their window at me skinny dipping in the pool? Look around Dean-o, there’s no one here but us,” you laughed before swimming over to the ledge by where he was and offered your hand out for him to take. “Now, why don’t you come join me?”

Dean shuffled his feet, clearly torn. You were just his hunting partner. Nothing more. Of course he thought you were a beautiful, intelligent girl, but he never in his wildest dreams thought that you would be into him. He never let his mind linger about you like that. But there you were. Naked, and wet, and willing…

“So, are you going to stand there with your mouth gaping like an idiot, or are you going to take a break with me?”

Without hesitation, Dean pulled his shirt over his head and looked around before pulling his shorts and boxers down with one movement. You couldn’t help but take a glance at what he had underneath those shorts - you were not disappointed.

Easing himself into the pool, he practically melted against the cool water that was easing the heat radiating from his blistering skin.

“Oh my god…” he moaned. You licked your lips, wondering what it would sound like if you were the one eliciting those noises out of him.

“Have you ever went skinny dipping before Dean?”

“Yeah, of course I have.”

“With a girl?”

“Who else would I go skinny dipping with, Y/N. Sam?”

Dean’s heart rate picked up when he saw that you were swimming his way. He didn’t know what you were doing or what you intended on doing. He knew what he wanted, but he was too afraid to imagine what could be going through your mind. You had always been spontaneous, in hunts and in everyday life, but this was something completely foreign to him.

“What… what are you doing?” He asked nervously. You were chest to chest now, your eyes locked on his searching for what he was thinking about.

“I thought maybe, that we could both take a break… if that’s okay with you…” you cooed in his ear as you rested your hands on his broad shoulders. He instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his bare body against yours. You could feel his rapidly hardening length pressing against your thigh as you pressed kissed down his thick neck.

“Y/N… are… are you sure?” Dean breathed out.

You worked your way back up to his lips, ghosting over them as you spoke. “Dean… we’ve known each other for years. We’re young. We’re attractive. I say let’s do it.”

A low growl rumbled deep within his throat as he answered, “Woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”

The lips you had been fantasizing about all night were finally against yours, moving slow and with purpose. The new sensation of his lips on yours caused you to wrap your legs around his waist; you wanted to feel him against you as you ground your hips on his fully hardened cock. The two of you floated as one with Dean keeping you both afloat.

You ran your tongue against his bottom lip and he eagerly granted you access. His fingers dug deep into your hips as yours gripped tightly around the short hairs on the back of his head.

Dean was on a new level of euphoria. His head was spinning with excitement - he never expected this to happen with you. But there you were, your smooth skin rubbing against his like there could never be enough friction.

You rubbed up and down Dean’s impressive length underwater before he gently grabbed your wrist.

“Sweetheart, if we’re gonna do this, I want to do it right. Please…. Let me do this properly,” he pleaded in between kisses.

Of course you weren’t going to deny either of you the pleasure that you were sure that Dean was going to give you.

“Show me the way to the bed, Winchester.”

*****

After carefully making your way back to the motel room, Dean’s hands never left your body for the next couple of hours. Into the wee hours of the morning, Dean Winchester worshipped your body over and over again.

He left a trail of kisses starting from your lips going down your still wet torso and landing at your slick folds where licked a stripe with his tongue. Your back arched as he continued to flick his tongue over your clit, deciding to slip first just one finger into your pussy, then two.

“Dean….” you whimpered, balling up the sheets of the bed as he continued his rhythm of pumping with his hand and teasing your clit. Dean picked up his pace, pushing you over the edge.

You shouted incoherent phrases as Dean worked you through your orgasm, each movement having great purpose. Once he was satisfied that you had been thoroughly taken care of, he slid his fingers out of you and sucked off all of your juices off before coming up to press a sloppy kiss to your lips.

Reaching down to grab his length, he mumbled against your lips, “As much as I want that, I need to be inside of you, baby…”

Dean took his cock in his hands, teasing your folds with the tip of his head.

“Please don’t tease me, Dean… I need you.”

You sounded so needy when you begged for him. No one had ever made you do that before.

Dean flashed his swoon-worthy grin at you before pushing in, inching himself slowly in to let you adjust to his length. He pressed his forehead against yours, both of you in a state of bliss. The way he fit perfectly within you took your breath away.

You urged him to move his hips, so when he started picking up the pace and hitting you in the perfect spot each time, he was turning you into a whiny, needy puddle of a woman.

“Oh Dean…” you cried out, feeling another orgasm building up.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, I’m right here…” he whispered, still keeping his steady pace. The way his voice wavered, you knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer - and neither were you.

Another wave of pleasure took over your body at the same time Dean spilled his seed inside of you, coming out in hot ropes of come. He slowed down once you had both wound down, before pulling out completely to roll off of you.

“That was… I can’t believe we just…” Dean panted after a few moments of silence.

“We should definitely do that more often,” you breathed, still out of breath.

Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulder before placing a kiss to the top of your head. You melted into his touch, enjoying the moment of bliss with Dean before you knew that you had to make your way back to reality.

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[mysterious-prophetess]

King Arthur: The Legend of the Sword

Ok, where do I even start with this train wreck.

How about I start nice. I’ll do that.

If you just want to take a step back and want a fun “What the Fuck Were They Thinking” Ride of a movie. This movie almost achieves this status at times. There are some....creative moves the movie makes, and the special effects are actually not half bad.

I even give them kudos for diversifying the cast.

Now onto me, a quasi Medievalist by training, to buckle down and get serious. 

I actually have studied the Arthur Legends a fair amount in my studies.

So, here’s my first point of criticism: The armor and hair styles are a giant anachronistic mishmash. 

The village town buildings looked 13th century. 

The armor was a mix of early Medieval to mid-Renaissance. 

Arthur’s hair is straight up 21st century.

The vikings were wrong.

Weapons were a mix of different eras in shapes.

The clothes were a bit of a mess in eras too.

There should’t have been as much blue out and about as there was (even if she was a mage)

The fireworks in Europe. No.

Not to mention, when London was Londinium, that means the time period would have actually been around 43 BC to 300 AD (after this point it got renamed).

That means Medieval styles in and of themselves are not correct, but if we go with Monmouth (the original transcriber of the Arthurian Legend) and his year of recording n 1136, the styles still don’t match up.

George as Chinese. Fascinating, but I’m not entirely sure a Chinese Martial Arts master would be hanging around. A Chinese Silk merchant, sure, but a Martial Arts Master? I’ll give it a suspicious side-eye and move along. There are a few other things about him that I can’t put my finger on about his character’s costuming, but they just don’t seem correct.

Bedivere and Wet Stick/Tristan being black/Moorish= cool, and very likely.

Another point of fact, Arthur was Welsh (he’s the freaking RED DRAGON), and it wouldn’t have been called England. 

That’s just the historical criticisms from my own limited pool of knowledge 

Let’s move onto the mythological aspects twisted

Vortigern’s Tower, Dians Emrys, under which two dragons fought and kept knocking it down, is now his own Isengarde serving as a magic amplifier. 

Vortigern, the enemy of Uther now being his brother.....ok......

Vortigern making a deal with cthulu-maids who appear to be a corrupted version of the Morrigan. (Mother, Maiden, Crone). Yeah, that I don’t get at all. The Morrigan were already mystical. Making them Cthulu from the waist down wasn’t necessary, if that was even what the director intended to present these three as. They’re sure as hell not the Lady of the Lake (we saw her as her normal pretty self).

The fact that whoever wrote this didn’t take advantage of the ACTUAL monsters of Celtic lore and instead used

Giant Snakes

Snakes

Giant Eagles

ROUSes (Rodents of Unusual Size)<---a joke I actually cracked in the theater watching this film.

Oliphants (They stole the mounts of the Soutrons/Haradrim, Sauron is not going to be pleased)

The magic in this movie was a cross between fire-bending and Warging from GoT (seriously, I had to bite back at least three GoT jokes). There were some more mystical moments but even then I could still make a few X-men jokes here and there.

Excalibur’s effects were actually kind of awesome but I also recently read an awesome fantasy book with a legendary blade that has runes that glow WHEN THE GUY WIELDING THE BLADE MASTERS IT. It’s called Forging Divinity. I highly recommend it.

Excalibur, in myth and legend, isn’t given defined powers, just that whoever wields it is the true king.

Merlin’s absence kind of pissed me off. His unnamed female replacement was OK for an overpowered Warg (she seriously doesn’t have a name). 

Morgana doesn’t exist (though HILARIOUSLY an actress who has portrayed Morgana was in this film for five minutes)

More than HALF the knights of the round table are missing.

E.G. Gawain, Lancelot, Ywain, Bors, Geriant, Galahad, Agravaine

There was never Sir George nor was there actually a Sir William as part of the round table.

Mordred is Arthur’s bastard SON in some versions and is not an evil wizard that Uther fought (on an Oliphant stolen from the Harradrim from Middle Earth)

Mordred in this movie looked more like Tim the Enchanter (though, that is how Merlin is supposed to look)

The way this film was cut together at times was way too....90′s action movie. Cheesy 90′s Action Movie. 

The plot was a sort of ok one. The pacing was a bit off with the beginning’s two segments. I’m still hung up on the Oliphant attack, ok? 

Vortigern’s move was foolish. Why not take advantage of the battle to kill his brother or did he REALLY underestimate the power of the magic sword his brother wielded like that. 

If Arthur was such a savvy underworld kingpin, wouldn’t he have cottoned on to the whole, “pull the sword get your brand thing” to forge a brand so as not to stick out, which a good criminal tries not to do. 

Vortigern exchanging the fucking Mage for a sword he really can’t use. 

“Ah yes, let’s give my nephew a magic user to use against me, oh I am so good at evil plots” Ok, so maybe he didn’t know she was a Mage, aside from the fact, she has been witnessed doing her magic thing a few times prior to this point in the movie.

The Mage not having a name. That bugs me (is she supposed to be Guinevere or something?) 

Arthur only using the sword, at first, through (to borrow the Cinema Sins term) “Power of Boners.”

The “you had the power within all along cliche”

The “antagonistic unwilling partners” to “romantic interests” cliche. In this case, at least, she’s not powerless since she could magic his ass to the next millennium. But really, the way they’ve portrayed this Arthur, he’s no prize.

Uther became the stone. That’s both cool and batshit crazy. 

The underdog hero cliche, but I sort of like that one.

In short, the movie was formulaic, a giant mess of vague fantasy-ish things while trying to be more reality based, and not painfully bad. Still a train-wreck but one that can be watched without copious amounts of alcohol.

[wizards-need-not-apply]

WNNA Speculates Part 2: Guildmaster’s Guide to Ravnica

Hello and welcome to the second iteration of my speculation into Ravnica! n this week, I’ll be going over the ten different guilds from Ravnica. The guilds are featured prominently on cardboard, and each bears something unique and flavorful. Each guild has their own agenda, their own claim to power, and a legion of loyal followers to help make those goals a reality.

Chapter 2: Guilds of Ravnica

Even after all that, we still need to get to know the Guild of Ravnica proper. As the most important part of Ravnican life, it’s big enough to get it’s own chapter just to get things right. To supplement, I will provide my own summary of the Guilds alongside some fun little tidbits because I’m a nerd.

In this chapter, they introduce something notable: Guild Spells. While we only have the ToC to go off of, there are a few things that we can speculate upon thanks to context clues. Based on what we have, I can conclude that there are not going to be many new spells listed in the Guild Spells list. Rather, the Guild Spells list is a list of PHB spells that would be very common for members of that Guild to cast. We know this because in the ToC, they single out two specific spells: Chaos Bolt and Encode Thoughts. Chaos Bolt is a spell from Xanthar’s Guide that is the ONLY Sorcerer exclusive spell in the entire game. Meanwhile, Encode Thoughts is a completely new spell, made specifically for this book. From these two spells, I think it is reasonable to assume that Guild Spells will not have many new spells in them, and is more of a roleplaying guide than anything else.

But aside from that tangent, every single guild has a guild specific Background and a bit describing what adventurers of that guild would be like.

Why the Azorious is the most powerful Guild: They make and control the laws of Ravnica, including the Guildpact that binds the peace of Ravnica, using the magic of bureaucracy to subdue upstarts.

Why the Azorious will not take over Ravnica: Pretty much every guild has a way to ignore the law (often in spectacular fashion), and they are too focused on stasis to bring about any change. As such, they react very badly to change (Evidenced by this card.)

Guild Spells: Counterspell, Hold Person, Geas

Guild Classes: Wizards, Fighters

Why the Boros is the most powerful Guild: They are a very proactive guild, taking action where others would prefer to sit back and mull over books.

Why the Boros will not take over Ravnica: Their one track mentality often leads to them getting confused and befuddled easily by those who know that they’re about to come knocking. (Evidenced by this card.)

Guild Spells: Branding Smite, Compelled Duel, Wall of Fire

Guild Classes: Paladins, Clerics

Why the Dimir is the most powerful Guild: They hold the power of secrets, and the biggest secret that they hold in their halls is so horrifying, all who learn it fade from existence.

Why the Dimir will not take over Ravnica: For all of their scheming, they don’t actually get a lot done. They are so wrapped up in secrets, that they forget to take actions other than hiding and erasing secrets. OR MAYBE THAT’S JUST WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO THINK.

Guild Spells: Feeblemind, Scrying, Detect Thoughts

Guild Classes: Wizards, Rogues

Why the Golgari is the most powerful Guild: Anyone who dies will be turned into a zombie, allowing their numbers to be ever constant and ever growing. They have also recently killed the leader of the Azorius with minimal effort, with plans to do that to every other Guildleader.

Why the Golgari will not take over Ravnica: They are blinded by a sense of pride, and in their lust for revenge, they have caught the attention of the Boros and pretty much every other guild (Evidenced by this card.)

Guild Spells: Raise Dead, Blight, Giant Insect

Guild Classes: Druids, Warlocks

Why the Gruul is the most powerful Guild: Chaotic and loose, it is hard to stamp out, just like nature itself. Even if you stomp one clan into dust, the others will rise up and push you into the dirt!

Why the Gruul will not take over Ravnica: They have zero structure, and even fewer ideas as to what they do after they accomplish their goal, which is near impossible due to all nine other guilds wanting to have a city to live in.

Guild Spells: Ensnaring Strike, Earthquake, Spike Growth

Guild Classes: Rangers, Barbarians

Why the Izzet is the most powerful Guild: Niv-Mizzet. We’re talking about a dragon who decided on a whim to kill all other sentient dragons on Ravnica “because he felt like it”. He also has access to the Firemind, a dragon founded form of the internet that helps to pool ideas and information among all league members, which has the side effect of making all connected to it into geniuses.

Why the Izzet will not take over Ravnica: Niv-Mizzet. It is stated in lore that Niv-Mizzet could probably take over Ravnica if he wanted to, but he really does not want to. He finds the prospect of running an entire city to be boring, and would rather experiment on his own.

Guild Spells: Fireball, Lightning Bolt, Chaos Bolt

Guild Classes: Sorcerers, Wizards/Artificers

Why the Orzhov is the most powerful Guild: They hold powers from beyond the grave, and anyone they can get their fingertips under becomes their plaything. They are also quite skilled in the art of killing masses of people like they were nothing.

Why the Orzhov will not take over Ravnica: They are way too lazy, and rely upon guilt to get their power. They are also trying to play the extreme long game in a game that ramps up dramatically and suddenly.

Guild Spells: Bane, Compulsion, Spirit Guardians

Guild Classes: Clerics, Wizards

Why the Rakdos is the most powerful Guild: Rakdos himself could level the entirety of Ravnica if the Cult stops slaughtering people. Also, the cult is really good at killing people, just fyi.

Why the Rakdos will not take over Ravnica: They are too busy catering to the whims of Rakdos to advance anything that isn’t the Slaughter Games. Also too chaotic to consider the future of Ravnica.

Guild Spells: Cloud of Daggers, Otto’s Irresistible Dance, Bestow Curse

Guild Classes: Bards, Barbarians

Why the Selesnya is the most powerful Guild: Attacking the Selesnya is like attacking a homogeneous tidal wave. All of them share the same ideals, and all of them are willing to do whatever it takes to enforce and protect those ideals.

Why the Selesnya will not take over Ravnica: Their hivemind allows for little to no independent thought, which means there are no new ideas that can spawn. There are also too worried about their own defenses to make an offensive effort.

Guild Spells: Wall of Thorns, Entangle, Bless, Awaken

Guild Classes: Druids, Rangers

Why the Simic is the most powerful Guild: They have the means and abilities to bend the nature of life itself, and they are constantly on the cusp of a discovery that can change life as we know it. If something big comes their way, they will adapt and make something even bigger!

Why the Simic will not take over Ravnica: You can’t really improve upon something without any subjects, and there are plenty of guilds waiting to take away their toys.

Guild Spells: Polymorph, Alter Self, Regenerate

Guild Classes: Druids, Wizards

Chapter 3: The Tenth District

As a way to promote Ravnica, WoTC introduced the concept of the Tenth District. Ravnica is divided into many different Districts, the Tenth of which has never been alluded to in the past. Since then, it has been used in all sorts of promotional material. Magic the Gathering Arena has a playboard dedicated to the Tenth District, and the details of the Tenth District are to be filled out in this chapter. The District exists near the center of the City, and may act as some sort of neutral ground, if the Arena board is to be trusted. The Tenth District has only been mentioned explicitly in one card to my knowledge: Tenth District Guard. Housing is cheap, citizens scurry about their lives, and it is a place of business and commerce. According to the ToC, the District is further divided into six precincts, which suggests some level of police control.