#sorry for the long post idk how i managed to push out 9 pages in like. 2 days im feeling a little insane atm
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majunju · 1 year ago
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wuxian-vs-wangji · 4 years ago
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Hello. You said before that you wrote a supernatural fanfic that you lost? I was just wondering if you could say what it was about (if you want to, I don't want to be a bother)? I read some of your other fics and while I don't understand a lot because I'm not in those fandoms I feel like you would have a better end of Supernatural than whatever that was we just got (If you've heard about that). Sorry for long ask, thank you if you answer or if you don't!
Oh, I’ve heard about it, LMAO! 
I used to be deep in the SPN fandom on tumblr. Went to a con, met Jared, Jensen, Misha, Jim (got a photo with all 4 of them!), Kim, Rachel, Richard, Matt, and even met Genevieve in passing! Oh, and the guy who played Dick the Leviathan. I totally blank on his name. I think I bailed around season... 8 or 9? 
Kind of rage-quit after they killed off Kevin. At that point they’d just done too much of that crap in a single season and it was pretty obvious they’d lost any semblance of care for the writing, so I bailed.
I’m fine talking about the plot of my fic. When I’d had time to process the shock of losing more than 200 pages of writing *sobs* I posted a summary of how it was supposed to go for my readers. When I do that it’s my way of saying “I quit forever”.
I’ll put the main answer below the cut, since it’ll probably end up being long. My fic was in the form of an entire season of SPN, one 45-47 page chapter per “episode”, so it’s a bit to summarize...
The story took place at some indeterminate point after Season 6. It was written to be independent of the Leviathan Storyline, but really could fit in just about anywhere. I think I’d used details from the season where Sam Carter from SG1/SGA was an evil angel lady, but also it was heavily anchored in Seasons 1-6.
It started with mass destruction in this one town. In the middle of the crater something ragged and uncontrolled and evil appeared. Seriously- destruction was the core of it all. Pure, raw, uncontained power lashing out at everything.
And then the creature at the center of the swarm starts to walk away, leaving a path of destruction behind it.
After a chapter or two of monster-of-the-week type stuff, Sam and Dean started hearing whispers of this thing. Like it was circling them. Through Cas they find out that Heaven is on edge- something has escaped from the deepest, darkest corners of Heaven’s Prison (Dean makes a comment about how hell is supposed to be heaven’s prison, but Cas explains that there are some things too horrible to be sent to hell, away from the watchful guard of angels).
My favorite chapter of anything I’ve ever written opened with people shopping in a store in some small town, kind of a boutique store, and there is a sudden violent quake, everything goes pitch black, then kind of orange. They hear strange noises and long story short Hell is basically growing unstable, collapsing on itself, and this store just randomly fell into Hell. With all the dicking around on the surface with the apocalypse and Leviathans and whatever the fuck else, reality is essentially collapsing in on itself. Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, and the mortal world are all colliding.
Sam and Dean are trying to figure out why this store just kind of vanished (the authorities say sinkhole but it’s basically a crater where this thing once stood) when Sam collapses.
Dean gets him to the hospital and is suddenly dizzy. He turns and finds himself trapped in his own mind, where the thing circling them appears. It needs something from Hell, Dean needs to save the humans, and neither can complete their goal without the other.
The woman (it is all in black and appears to have no face, but speaks with a female voice) has ripped a piece of Sam’s soul away. He is trapped in horrific agony and the woman will leave him there forever if Dean doesn’t help her.
She manages to open a path between this world and hell and Dean goes back to hell with her.
When they return (somewhat victorious but it’s very gory and a lot of people died), Dean has no idea what it is she’s taken. But also where there was once swirling black mist under the hood of her cloak, there is a face rotted, ripped, and destroyed.
Adventures, Adventures, Adventures
The boys cross paths with the woman again. She’s stronger now and her face is looking more human-esque. Castiel is also extremely agitated as he learns about this woman and all he’ll tell Dean is that he needs to kill her on sight. Castiel gives Dean one of the angelic blades for protection (Cas was with them for a lot of the story but I can’t remember what I had him doing). 
Dean comes across this thing again, it is standing over Sam as he screams and writhes and so he stabs it with the angelic blade- the thing that should kill anything.
It doesn’t do shit.
Adventure, drama and whatnot later (around what would be episode 19) the story comes out in fits and bursts:
Once upon a time, in the 1600s, Zachariah decided to make an apocalyptic safety net. He manipulated events to bring together a Campbell and Winchester line (implied Sam and Dean are descended from siblings of these two). The couple had two children- Elizabeth (older) and Matthew (younger).
Two powerful demon hunting families were outcasts in their village. They were forced to live far from the main settlement, and one day the villagers went all witch-hunt-ie and burned the parents alive. Elizabeth and Matthew (only a small child) were left alone.
One winter, as Matthew was dying and Elizabeth- barely alive herself- was hunting in the forest, she came across a young native American man. It was love at first sight. She collapses and he follows her tracks to carry her back to her hovel. When she comes to he’s built a fire, prepared some food (Elizabeth was a shit hunter, couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn from 3 feet away), and has also given Matthew some herbs that help break his fever.
Elizabeth and the young man (I can’t remember what name i gave him) fell deeper in love over that winter. But right when she starts to think things are getting better, the villagers are incensed. They attack, and make Elizabeth watch as they burn Matthew and her love. At this point Matthew is like 6, so, you know, truamatic.
Elizabeth is deemed a feeble-minded woman and kind of thrown aside. That night she goes on a rampage and murders a lot of the villagers in their beds before they catch her and hang her.
But that wasn’t the end of Elizabeth Winchester’s story. It was the beginning.
Elizabeth was a safety net for the apocalypse. Her soul should have gone to Hell for what she did, but instead Zachariah dragged her up into Heaven’s Prison. There, Zachariah tortured Elizabeth for 400 years (which is idk in heaven-time, there is a whole segment of the fandom who analyzes the time in heaven/hell vs on earth).
She became, essentially, a demon made by Heaven itself. They were trying to get her to say ‘yes’ to Michael. That way, if Dean proved to be a turd (spoiler alert: the biggest turd), heaven could resurrect Elizabeth and Michael has a backup. One of the main tortures Zachariah employed was literally strapping angelic grace to her. Demons on Earth are burned up when they catch a glimpse of Grace, but in Heaven she couldn’t even die, so it both drove her overwhelmingly insane and also made her incredibly powerful.
After Zachariah’s death she was forgotten, and left in her cage with that grace burning her soul for years.
Bobby, Jo, Ellen, etc. canonically wander through heaven at-will, evading angels when needed. They were the ones who found their way into the prison and brought her out, but too quickly lost control of her and she returned to the world of the living herself.
A demon with the grace of an archangel.
Bobby, Jo, Ellen, etc. made a pact with her- they let her go, she enters the Cage and destroys both Lucifer AND Michael.
What appeared to be Elizabeth torturing Sam (it kinda was- she’s half demon remember) was also a sort of act of kindness. Sam’s soul was still lashed to The Cage. It was covered in the markings of that place, and when he died it would suck his soul back in. Elizabeth was removing those marks- essentially skinning Sam’s soul and applying those pieces to herself to give her access to the Cage. Taking Dean with her to Hell was also so she could get something that would help her in the Cage.
As they are preparing for her to rip apart the rest of the marks on Sam’s soul (which may kill him), Heaven is trying to intervene to stop her (because Team Michael and they want the apocalypse back on track). They send an archangel to stop her--
The young man she’d fallen in love with back when she was human.
It turns out the man was an angel all along- he played her and arranged his own horrible end (and that of her brother) to push her over the edge. They needed a pure soul with a bit of demonic power to maybe give Elizabeth an edge as a vessel for Michael.
She rips the grace out of the angel. Zachariah’s torture- constantly strapping her to a grace and ripping it away taught her how. It is the most agonizing and horrific end to an angel possible, her act of vengeance.
Eventually Elizabeth would make it to Hell, rip Michael’s grace from Adam, and the Cage would seal behind her after she sent Adam back up. There was going to be a sequel (second season) in which Elizabeth returns.
Her relationship with Sam and Dean in “season 1″ was very contentious and kind of frenemy-esque (think Meg at times). “Season 2″ was going to be more about her just not knowing what to do now. She can’t trust heaven or hell, so she kind of ends up lost and following the Winchesters on their hunts without them noticing her at first or being able to speak to her (like she only shows up sometimes and then vanishes again).
“Season 2″ wasn’t really planned out, but by the end of it they’d have found out Chuck was God. As a sort of apology/ way to get them to stop constantly resurrecting people in the goddamn show/ reward Elizabeth’s soul was “healed” of it’s demonic edge, the Grace would fully anchor (making her an archangel), and she would be given a new realm of death to rule over- one for hunters or supernatural creatures who had been resurrected or in some way used by Heaven or Hell to spend their afterlife at peace.
No chance of resurrection, no matter the spell, and no interference even by other archangels. The hunters dicking around with the paths through heaven would be sent there too (for their protection, the angels in heaven were starting to hunt them in return).
I feel like I’m missing details, I somewhat repress my memories of this fic because losing it was that traumatic, but yeah. That was the general thrust of it.
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princeandreis · 7 years ago
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Going Camping
No one requested this but is that going to stop me???????????????,
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Synopsis: Cute fluffy story about the reader going camping with DEH characters. Friendship and fluff ensue. Word count: Who fucking knows im typing this in the app on my phone Contains: Like a drug mention but nothing happens lol. Maybe some swearing??? idk
You were so ready for the weekend. You and your friends Jared and Evan were planning to go camping in the woods a few miles outside the city. You’d had a long week, and school was still getting back into swing. Things were busy and you were exhausted. It was almost the weekend, but you had to make it through Calculus class and volleyball practice first.
It was your junior year of high school, and Jared and Evan were your best friends. The three of you shared so many memories together, but this fall they had started to grow apart from you. It made you sad, but you weren’t surprised. The only thing was, you didn’t have many other friends and felt lonely without those two losers by your side. You were hoping this camping trip would stir something inside them and make it like old times.
You grabbed your calculus book out of your locker and headed for the classroom. Already you were mentally checked out for the weekend, so you spent the class doodling on a scrap of paper and daydreaming about Evan. You’d had a crush on him since the fourth grade, but you’d never told him. You didn’t think he felt the same and didn’t want to mess up your friendship.
Jared leaned over your desk, trying to see. “What are you working on?” he stage-whispered. “Shut up, Jared!” you hissed, hiding your drawing. You’d been trying to sketch Evan’s profile from memory, which was proving difficult. Jared knew you had feelings for Evan, but you still didn’t like talking about it. If you gave him any indication of how you felt, he’d tease you for weeks on end. Jared was already doing the most to make fun of you for choosing an overnight camping trip, where it would be just the three of you.
“It’d be too easy for you two to get cozy out there,” he’d say slyly, poking you in the ribs. “It’s dark and quiet and I wouldn’t mind a bit. You just can’t be too loud, or you might scare the owls.” You’d punch him and mutter, “I’d like to feed you to the owls right about now.”
The Calculus teacher looked over at you and Jared, still squabbling, and asked, “Is there something you would like to tell us, Mr. Kleinman?” He shook his head and said with an angelic smile, “No, ma'am.” The teacher turned to you. “What about you, Ms. [Y/L/N]?” You looked down. “No.”
“Well, then, keep it to yourselves. Talk about it later and not during my class.” “Yes, ma'am.”
The rest of Calculus passed without incident and the bell rang for your last period. You’d given up on your drawing of Evan, so you crumpled it up tightly and tossed it in the trash on your way out.
Despite your preoccupation, volleyball practice moved along quickly, and soon you were headed to meet the boys to talk about last-minute details. You drank coffee, goofed around a bit, and finally agreed to meet at Evan’s house at 8 am the next day.
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You woke up at 7, feeling energized. Your weekend was free. You were going camping with your best friends. It was going to be amazing.
You rolled out of bed, dressed, and finished packing your knapsack. You still had time before you were supposed to leave, so you opened your laptop to pass the time. Idly you scrolled through Facebook, yawning and wondering why people would choose to post pictures of their children and brag about their dumb middle school accomplishments.
Amidst all these bragging parent posts, you found a Timehop on Evan’s page. You looked closer and your heart melted. It was a picture of the two of you 9 years ago at someone’s birthday party. You were both grinning like the happy kids you were. His arm was slung around your shoulder, even though you were slightly taller, and crooked party hats were perched on your heads. You were still missing a few teeth and his hair looked ridiculous.
It was the cutest photo you’d ever seen.
You softened, thinking of the time he’d kissed you later that year on a dare from Jared. Evan always pretended not to remember that, but you knew he did. You snapped your laptop shut suddenly. Thinking about your best friend that way wasn’t going to get you anywhere. It was best not to dwell on what happened when you were kids. It was time to camp.
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An hour later, you and the boys were on the road in Evan’s truck. He had the windows rolled down and hip hop music blasting through the radio. Jared was singing along to every word. He liked bragging that he knew every song by Future, Lil Yachty, and Chance the Rapper and so far, he was proving himself right. You and Evan laughed uproariously as he spat out yet another rhyme about drugs. The idea of Jared doing drugs was hilarious. He was so… vanilla.
While you were laughing, you saw Evan looking at you. He quickly looked away and murmured “eyes on the road.”
You loved looking at Evan’s arms. They weren’t hugely muscular or anything, but Evan wasn’t a shrimp. As he drove, your eyes roved down his nice-looking arms to rest on his hands. It wasn’t a fetish or anything, but God, Evan had nice hands. What you would give to hold one…
You shook yourself out of it. No thinking about your best friend that way. It’ll just mess up the trip.
Soon enough, Evan’s truck rolled to a stop as you reached the camping site. It was a nice spot with a good view of the valley, but you and your friends were mostly interested in the woods where you’d be staying. You each grabbed your gear and headed off into the trees, with Jared still singing a Chance the Rapper song (Same Drugs, maybe).
After a short trek, you reached a small glade where Evan liked to relax alone sometimes. He’d told you and Jared about this spot about a year ago, but neither of you had been to see it until now. You could see why Evan liked it here. Bits of sunlight filtered through the trees, and there was plenty of soft grass to lie down on. Plus, the spot was far away enough from the city that everything was tranquil and still. You couldn’t hear a single car.
Jared took a big breath in. “Smells like dirt.” Evan rolled his eyes. “There’s more to this place than just dirt, Jared,” he said, looking around as if greeting his second home. “It’s beautiful here.” His eyes shone. He must really love this place, you thought. You’d never seen him so happy before.
Choosing to ignore it, Jared plopped himself down and asked lazily, “So, Mr. Trees. What do we do now?” You’d forgotten Jared had never been camping before. “Well,” Evan said, “I guess we could set up our tents and then… go for a hike or something.”
“Anything you say, Boss,” said Jared sweetly.
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 After a long day of hiking and singing loudly and helping Jared hide and scare Evan (it happened at least 4 times but the poor boy jumped at each one), you and the boys were ready to cool off. Evan really did have a good spot, as there was a small creek nearby. It was just deep enough to wade and splash around in. You ducked behind a clump of trees to change into your bathing suit, then charged toward the creek, determined to splash the hell out of Jared (he’d scared you once or twice, too).
Both of your friends were already in the water, Jared without his glasses (excellent) and Evan in his red swimming shirt. You sent a big splash at Jared right as he turned around to notice you. “Aggghhhh!” he spluttered, water dripping from his hair and nose and chin. “You’ll pay for that, [Y/N].” He moved toward you, but tripped over a stone in the creekbed. “Damned eyesight,” he muttered. “I can’t fucking see anything. How is this a fair fight?” He looked down and said, “Oh, would you look at that, I’m bleeding.”
“Where?” you asked, concerned. You hadn’t meant to hurt him. You took a step toward him and reached out to touch his hand, but he grabbed your arm and yelled “A-HA!” and promptly twisted it and pushed you back into the water with a big splash. He laughed and Evan did, too, as you shook the water out of your eyes and glared up at him. “That’s it, Kleinman, you’re going down.”
You lunged toward him, latching onto his back and trying to give him the world’s biggest noogie. He spun around wildly, trying to shake you off. He yelled, “I can’t see! I can’t see! [Y/N], have mercy!” But you weren’t letting go. Evan was watching this whole exchange from the banks with an amused look on his face as the two of you splashed and yelled and struggled. “Evan!” Jared called out. “Evan, get this monkey off my back!”
You felt strong arms around your waist, pulling you off of him. You kicked and pummeled, but Evan was holding you fast over his shoulder. Jared struggled out of the creek, yelling, “I need some alone time now! My pride is severely injured!” And with that he disappeared into the woods. That left just you and Evan. He quickly set you down.
At the same time you realized he was still holding you around the waist. Blushing, he let his hands drop. You were standing not far apart – close enough to touch – and he seemed very aware of it. He was still panting a little from picking you up. A few droplets of water sparkled in his hair. And he was smiling so shyly at you. Could it be that… he felt the same way about you?
“Sor-sorry, [Y/N],” he managed, “gotta help a brother out.” You grinned back at him, feeling your heartbeat doing double time at being so close to him. “It’s all good, just don’t fuck with me when it comes to water fights. I’ve got three brothers, so I know how to rough you up.” He laughed, his nose crinkling. You loved that stupid nose crinkle.
He was so close to you, close enough that you could kiss him if you wanted. “Evan…” you started, wondering if you should finally tell him how you felt, but before you could, he blurted out, “[Y/N], I'velikedyouforareallylongtimeandIneverknewhowtosayitbutIloveyou.”
You blinked.
“You what?”
His face fell, and he mumbled, “I, uh, I’m sorry, I just thought that maybe you felt the same way and if not that’s totally okay, it was nothing anyway–” “No, no,” you interrupted. “I’ve liked you for so long but I didn’t want to mess things up between us and I didn’t want to make Jared feel left out and things would be super weird if we didn’t work out and I–” You were cut off as Evan suddenly pressed his lips against yours, giving you the sweetest, gentlest kiss ever known. As the kiss ended, he looked down at you, slightly dazed, and smiled.
“I hope that was okay, [Y/N]. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you.” Your heart still pounding, you beamed and said, “Me, too,” and put your hands on his face to bring him in for another kiss. As your mouths moved, his hands slowly moved to rest around your waist. Was this what heaven was like? You sure hoped so. Kissing Evan was better than anything you’d ever imagined. You ran your fingers through his hair and he gave a teeny sigh of enjoyment.
“I knew it!” Jared’s voice ripped through the glade. Evan jumped away from you. “It’s-it’s not what it looks like!” he yelled. Approaching the bank, Jared answered, “Well, it looks like my two best friends have finally admitted their feelings for each other, and I didn’t even have to do a thing.” He smirked. “I knew you kids would come around.”
Evan looked at you. “You told him?” You nodded. “And you did, too.” Jared leaned in with a triumphant grin. “And I didn’t tell either of you.” Then he pulled something out from behind his back. “And I didn’t even have to use this.”
Your drawing.
Legend has it your mortified cries of “JARED!” echoed through the forest til dawn.
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angstandhappiness · 1 year ago
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[right to left] hypnosis
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