#women of spn

[jessmalia]

make me choose: anonymous asked deanjo or samruby?

"On the bright side, I’ll be there with you. That little fallen angel on your shoulder."

[spnfanficpond]

Writing Challenge: Women of Supernatural

In honor of Women’s History Month, we are hosting a Women of SPN Writing Challenge.

Your main character(s) must be a female character from Supernatural. Sorry, no gender-bending is allowed in this challenge since we are focusing on SPN women. (Hold onto your female Sams and Deans for a writing challenge in June!) 

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Feel free to mix this with any other bangs, bingos, or writing challenges you participate in! 

Due Date: March 31st

Minimum Word Count: 1000 words. No Maximum!

Please use Tumblr’s Keep Reading Cut. 

Tag @SPNFanficPond in your posted work, and send the link to Admin @mariekoukie6661.

[roublardise]

Hello sapphicnatural cule!! after some vibe checking, I thought we ought to celebrate Femslash February together ✨

This time, I'm proposing an event centered around fanfics, in order to celebrate all that's been written so far.

Instead of settling on one common reading challenge, I suggest we each pick our own reading challenge. That way, we'll all have our own goal and reading list, depending on our individual tastes in fics and how much we'd like to step out of our comfort zone. To add more fun and some group activities, the event will kick off by sharing rec lists (≠ from the reading lists), and end up with taking inspiration from one (or more) of these fanfics to create!!

TLDR: #Sapphicnaturalreads is an event in three parts, taking place through the month of February:

week one - REC-ING

we post rec lists of femslash fics

writers are welcome to share their own works

we set up our own reading challenge & to-read list

weeks two & three - READING

WE READ!!

we live-read, we post quick reviews after finishing each fic, we discuss, we expand, we dig up old fanarts, ...

we don't forget to comment on ao3

week four - CREATING

we take inspiration from one (or more) fics we've read! you can go wherever your heart takes you:

make an edit about a fic you've read

draw a ship from a fic you've read

make an amv for a ship you've read

write a poem about a theme present in a fic you've read

write a one-shot about a fic you've discovered

...

I will try to rb everyone's lists and posts but can't assure I'll get them all. So please tag your posts with #SapphicnaturalReads so we can all find them and find each others! 💕

.

To help get started, here's some examples of challenges:

reading a fic a day

reading fics of a same pairing (a ship you've never read about / your favorite / ...)

reading fics with a tagged trope you like (sharing a bed / fake dating / enemies to lovers / ...)

reading ficlets of less than 1k

or longer fics, of more than 10k

reading fics from the so-called golden era (let's say, pre-2016)

or on the contrary, focusing on fics posted post-2020

only reading rarepairs

handpicking specific fics you've been wanting to read for a long time - their time is now!

...

You can find femslash fics in the different ao3 collections: Sapphicnatural - Sapphicnatural Rare Pairs - Sapphicnatural One Hit Wonders - Sapphicnatural Poly Ships - Sapphicnatural Solo Works

or in the #fic tag of @sapphicnaturalrights for some tumblr-onlies made during the Sapphicnatural Weeks

my asks & dms are opened for any question!

✨📚 SEE YOU SOON 📚✨

[beautysurvives]

It’s a mirror, down

[bee-does-art]

rowena body pillowcase is officially available on my Etsy <3

[thismustbefakeminespn]

10.10 The Hunter Games

73/?

CLAIRE

I still gotta go it alone. But I could – maybe call sometime? Now get out of here, would you? No one’s gonna pick me up with that butt-ugly car sitting there.

CASTIEL

I’ll see you, Claire.

CLAIRE

Oh, hey. Not that you care, but I like you better in a tie.

[solarcas]

Suptober Day 5 - Portrait I wanted to approach this prompt by mimicking old royalty portraits, and the first character that came to mind for me was ofc Rowena!

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[freakwiththeknifecollection]

Fall Jo icons! 🍂🌾🌻🍁

Free to use, just give credit! 🧡❤️

Fall Chestervelle icons

[jessmalia]

— david shrigley

[cleighwrites]

Coffee Dates & Beheadings

SPN Fanfic

Characters - Donna, Dean, Sam

Summary - Donna gets an assist from Dean on a hunt

Word Count - 1,864

A/N - This was written for the Women of Supernatural Challenge put on by the @spnfanficpond. I chose the following aesthetic and the prompt, “I saved you a seat.” Beta’d by @candygramme. 

Warnings - Dean acting weird, disappointing hunt, ominous ending

Read it on Ao3

Donna checked the address three times before opening the bright teal door and entering the quaint coffee shop. The business had opened a few months prior, but she’d never had the opportunity to check it out. There were bookshelves lining the left wall. 

She watched as a girl in a cute sweater and bow reached for something on the highest shelf. About to offer assistance, she stepped forward, just as a tall broad-shouldered man stepped up and grabbed what she had been reaching for. He smiled brightly at her before turning his blinding smile toward Donna. 

“Hey!” He greeted. “I saved you a seat.” 

Donna walked up to him and immediately into his solid embrace. “Hiya, Dean.”

Dean held her for a moment, pressing her bodily into him. She took the moment to relax and let herself be held. As Sheriff, and since Doug (2) left her, she hadn’t allowed herself the luxury. Dean smelled like leather and Old Spice soap. He’d hardly said a word and was already reassuring her. It had been too long since they’d spent any quality time with each other. 

He pulled back and held her out with his hands on her shoulders and gave her a once-over. “You look good.” 

Oops, there went her butterflies. As if having his undivided attention wasn’t flustering enough he had to be sweet too. He’d always been too generous when it came to her. Ever since that first case when she’d thought he was an FBI agent. Really, ever since he went toe-to-toe with those damn powdered donuts with her, she’d been smitten. 

An attractive man that wasn’t afraid to get a little messy and show his goofy side? On top of that, he was attentive and protective without being misogynistic about it? Swoon. 

She shoved his shoulder. “You, too!” 

He stepped back and held his arm out toward the table by the window. She took a seat and Dean sat opposite her. There were little mismatched tea service pieces on the window sill that had sprigs of faux flowers in them and candles. It was very cozy and inviting. 

Just as Donna was about to launch into her current case, and the reason she’d asked for Dean’s help, a young girl came up to the table with a friendly smile and a notepad. “What can we do ya for?” She asked. 

“Oh, um,” Dean said, looking around fruitlessly for a menu. 

Donna noted the chalkboard set up next to the bar-length mirror behind the bar. “I’ll take a raspberry white mocha, thanks,” she said. 

“That sounds great, make it two of those; and I’ll take a piece of that cherry pie, too,” Dean added. 

Donna chuckled and smiled at the girl before she stepped away to put their order in. 

“You come here often?” Dean asked. 

“Nope, this is the first.” 

Dean pursed his lips and nodded. 

“I was a little surprised you chose to meet here,” Donna admitted. “Not really a greasy spoon type place.” 

“No, no…” Dean started then stopped, wiped his hands on his thighs. “Just thought I’d class it up a bit for ya.” 

Donna felt her cheeks heat up. She grinned down at the table. “Well, I’ve been waiting for an excuse to come here, so thank you.” 

“Sure, thing.” Dean leaned forward, casting a glance around the room. “So, tell me about this case you’ve got.” 

Donna sighed, remembering why they were there. She mentally flipped through her files and decided to start at the beginning. She told him about the missing people and the apparent MO, then moved into why she felt this would be more of a… supernatural disturbance over a mundane, domestic one. Dean nodded and agreed with her. 

“I think Sam’s got some books that’ll be able to help us narrow this down. He’s back at the hotel, I can meet you somewhere and help you go through everything?” 

“You betcha,” Donna agreed, just as their server returned with their drinks and Dean’s slice of pie. “Thanks.”

Dean’s typically wandering eyes never left his plate. The pie looked delicious, Donna almost wished she’d ordered a slice for herself, but she was trying to watch her figure. She sipped on her latte just as Dean took a bite of his pie. He moaned around his fork, and Donna had to hold on tighter to her mug. 

Lifting an eyebrow at him, Donna bit back a laugh. “Good?” she asked.

“Mmhmm,” he purred. Then he cut off another bite and held it across the table with his other hand under it in case it dribbled. “Here,” he insisted. 

Donna rolled her eyes but opened her mouth, and Dean slid the fork between her lips, careful not to poke her or get pie all over her chin. The tartness of the berries mixed with the sweetness of the filling to make the perfect bite. Donna moaned while she chewed and then licked her lips, regretful there wasn’t more to be had. She eyed Dean with unfettered jealousy, then he waved at their server and pointed at his plate, then to Donna and gave her a thumbs up. 

Donna smiled at him. He’d never let her explain her new diet to him. And she’d be hunting down some unmentionable monster later, so she’d burn these calories easily. It wasn’t worth arguing over. 

Once they’d finished their pies and lattes, they set up a time and place to meet later. Donna went back to the station and worked on some paperwork, passing the time until she had to leave to meet Dean. He’d picked a local park. Which Donna felt was a little strange, but didn’t question it. It was fall, so the trees were a riot of colors and the air was brisk, although it was warm in the sun. He probably just needed a break from dingy hotel rooms with his brother. 

Dean texted that he was on his way, so Donna finished the form she’d been working on, then told her deputy on duty that she was leaving the office for the day and that if anything happened with the case, to call her. He agreed and told Donna to enjoy herself and that they could handle anything that came up while she was gone. He was essentially telling her to take the night off, but he meant well. He’d mentioned to her how she worked too hard and needed to take some more time for herself. 

He was right. She could feel herself wearing thin. Ever since Jody had looped her in on all things that went bump in the night, she felt like she’d been burning the candles at both ends. She hadn’t had any personal time since that spa that had turned out to be literally sucking the fat out of her. Call her a workaholic, but there was work to do, and who else would defend her community, if not her? 

When she got to the park she had another text from Dean. It was directions from the parking lot to where he was. He instructed her to walk down the stone walkway through the trees, and into the clearing beyond. Locking her cruiser, she stepped onto the path and went in the direction he’d stated. Yellow leaves covered the edges of the stone path and clung to the trees that lined it. It was almost lunchtime, so the sun filtered through the leaves, making her walk through the small copse almost magical.

When the trees opened up to a small field, she turned to the left to find Dean Winchester sitting on top of a blanket with a bag of burgers and a spattering of books spread around him. She could hardly believe her eyes. 

“Dean Winchester,” Donna accused. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this looks like a date!” 

Dean, for his part, looked taken aback. He glanced down at himself, then the food, books, and the blanket. When he looked back up at her, he had a sheepish grin on his face. He shrugged and then patted the blanket next to him. 

Donna rolled her eyes, then took her seat. 

“I didn’t want you to get grass stains on your uniform,” he explained. 

“And we’re in the park, because…?” 

“Because it’s nice out, and it beats the hell out of meeting at the hotel or your office.” 

He had her there. “Okay, so whatcha got for me?” 

Dean held her eye for a moment, then grabbed a massive tome from between them. He went on to describe the kind of monster he and Sam believed to be behind the disappearances and general mayhem that had been plaguing them for the better part of a week. Donna flipped through the section Dean had opened up to, and agreed with Sam’s assessment. At least it wasn’t a Tulpa. 

In the end, it was easy enough to track down, and then behead. It barely put up a fight. Donna was a little disappointed, but she got another notch in her belt, regardless. 

Times like these, with the adrenaline pumping, and senses all heightened, that she wished she had some visceral way of burning off the buzz. When she was with Doug (2), she’d text and ask him if he wanted to come over. They’d have a nice romp between the sheets and she’d have a nice peaceful night’s sleep. 

As it was, she texted Dean, and he’d responded that he was at a local dive bar with Sam. He had been more than a little miffed that she’d insisted he sit this one out. He was probably sulking. 

Sure enough, when she strode into the room, the boys were parked at the end of the bar talking to each other quietly. Dean looked exasperated. When he saw Donna approaching, he straightened up and tapped Sam’s shoulder, pointing him in her direction. Sam turned around and smiled at her, then stood and pulled her into a tight hug. 

“It’s good to see you again,” Sam said, taking his seat and motioning for her to take the seat on the other side of Dean. 

“You, too, how’s everything treatin’ ya?” Donna asked, waving to a local man who favored the bar more than anywhere else in town. 

“Can’t complain,”  Sam said, making Dean huff, and Sam chuckled at him. 

“Well, neither of us have had to make any demon deals lately, so there’s that,” Dean justified. 

The bartender looked at them dubiously, and Donna laughed loudly to ease his worry. He looked at her for a moment longer before asking for her order. She ordered a White Russian, while Dean ordered another round of whiskeys for him and Sam.

She regaled them with all the gory details of finding the creature in its hovel, and how it had just accepted its fate instead of trying to fight her off. They were just as disappointed as she had been but shrugged it off. 

“Monsters are weird, man,” Dean said into his glass.

“They sure are,” Sam agreed. 

Donna simply nodded her agreement, although her gut was telling her that it was too easy and that things were far from settled.

[szlez]

Pray for us sinners

Mary Winchester, tattoo series

Castiel tattoo design.

[ubernatural]

Ok so here’s the thing about Dean. They very deliberately set up his character as a womanizing playboy eternal bachelor, But almost every time he has an interaction with a woman who has an Actual Role in the plot, it’s about them as a person. And this happens as early as season one. I just rewatched Faith, and his interactions with Layla weren’t really about her as a woman, but her as a person. Other examples of this were Charlie (before he knew they bat for the same team), Jo (thoughI believe there was romantic stuff going on there, he didn’t just see her as his love interest), The girl from s1e2 Wendigo (can’t remember her name. There was flirting, but it never felt disrespectful or ill timed), Lisa (yeah, rocky start for my point here, but he settled down with the woman for Christs sake), and last (cuz I can’t think of more) but not least, Anna (yeah they had sex and that’s all fine and dandy but he was never just trying to get in her pants. It was about her as a person before it was ever about her as a woman.)

[sammysnaughtygirl]

MY FAVORITE RUBY

[policyoftruth]

For @emeraldcas' bday celebration - flowers//tattoos//women//spn it's everyone's favourite girlie w the dnd tattoo !!

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[thismustbefakeminespn]

10.11 There's No Place Like Home

74/?

CHARLIE

Yeah, well, there's one thing that you have that he didn't. You're a Winchester. I forgive you, Dean.

DEAN

Yeah, well, I don't.

CHARLIE

I know. Kind of your move. How's that working out for you, huh?

DEAN

I'm so sorry, kiddo.

CHARLIE

Then prove it.

[solarcas]

Suptober Day 4 - Nimbus based on a painting of a saint I found on google that I was too dumb to save and now can't find again :|

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