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2024 Recommended Fics - Incomplete List

Here's my start at an end of year round up. If you're looking for a specific kind of fic or trope, let me know, and I'll try to find something for you! I have many, many more I could add, and what I've included is in no particular order.

I didn't list the rating or warnings with this because it just got too long, and honestly, I'm lazy. Read at your own risk.

A. fragilis by eachainn @eachainn

This is quite simply the best fic I've ever read. Do not continue until you read this one!

150 million years ago, an Allosaurus finds a stranger had wandered into his territory and he wants the intruder out.

1878, the middle of what will become known as the Bone Wars between O.C. Marsh and Edward Drinker Cope. Castiel Novak is transporting fossils from the latest dig in South Dakota back to Yale. He has to be careful, because there are people who work for Professor Cope who would gladly take the fossils off of his hands.

Those Who Get in the Way of Peace by ladyofthelake17 @ladyofthe-lake

“Don’t make me an optimist. You will ruin my life.”

Dean Winchester finally has his shit together: business is booming at his auto repair shop, he's eating healthy (okay, he's eating salad with bacon bits), he's exercising (in a cemetery). He's single, but he's claiming it as a good thing. And so what if Sam's not talking to him? So what if his dad is marrying an insane artist? And so what if the priest marrying them is hot as hell with a name that sounds like a sin just to say it — Castiel?

AKA: another Fleabag fic, but maybe it'll have a happy ending. Maybe.

Illicit Ink by allmystars @allmystars-i

Dean Winchester has a secret. He does this thing maybe two or three times a week, and he loves it, don’t get him wrong, but… He’s a camboy, and that’s not exactly something he wants shared around the breakfast table. When Dean decides he needs a change, it’s nothing too drastic, just a tattoo. But the hot-as-sin tattoo artist he gets to do the job might just change everything.

Ground Control to Major Tom by MrsShinigamiDaiko @mrs-shinigami-daiko

Dean Winchester dreamed of being a mechanic all his life, but he never thought he would end up working as a mechanic for NASA and going into space. He is thrust into his first ever space mission after a strange lunar body, dubbed Luna-b I, mysteriously appears in Earth’s sky. Teams of astronauts scramble up to the permanent lunar base and begin analysis to determine if the blue orb is any threat to mankind. Most of the first team is sent home after a few months, nearly all of them having fallen ill with devastating cases of space sickness. As time goes on, it becomes clear that something altogether unnatural is going on here. Dean feels like he’s losing his mind as he and his crewmates also begin to succumb to sickness. He races to figure out what could possibly be the root cause. Is Luna-b I really just some weird, deep space rock that got caught in the Moon’s orbit by chance? Or is it something much more sinister, watching and waiting for the opportune moment?

Pinfall by crowleyo @crowleyo

Cas runs the family diner with his adopted son, Jack. His old high school flame rolls into town and he thinks he can just step back into Castiel's life. Well... He's kind of right.

This Impossible Happiness by FriendofCarlotta @friendofcarlotta

In one universe, Dean Winchester is pushing thirty. He’s just danced at his little brother’s wedding, he likes his job at the garage, and he goes on the occasional hunt with friends and family. He’s also desperately lonely for someone to share his life with. One day, he finds a mysterious package outside his door. It contains a news clipping about an urban legend that just might be real, and a book by Professor Castiel Novak, who happens to specialize in that same urban legend.

In another universe, Castiel Novak’s roadside motel is slowly dying, its business hollowed out by the interstate system. Dean Winchester, the man who asked him to run away together years ago, is only a painful regret these days. Until the day a mysterious letter Castiel doesn’t remember writing brings Dean back to his doorstep.

Out there in the multiverse, a man and an angel look for each other in all the wrong places. In the meantime, they might as well help a few other versions of themselves figure things out.

Then Comes the Rain by someonetoanyone @someonetoanyone-blog - a three part series

“I’m not looking forward to it,” Rowena tells him, as though that will absolve her of anything, “he may have a better solution for this, but the spell requires a smidge of spilled Grace. He’ll need to be hurt for this to work, and — Dean, all joking aside, you may be the only person fit to do this.”

“Oh, this’ll be great — go ahead, tell me why I’m the only one that can get butt-fucked to save the world.”

Mind Your Own Business by BunnyHunter

While the ability to overhear the secret thoughts of the people around him was distracting at best and anxiety-inducing at worst, Castiel had found ways to cope that included a pair of noise-canceling headphones and burying himself in his PhD research. After hearing inner thoughts for his entire life, there were very few things he overheard that surprised him anymore. So imagine his shock when his roommate Sam's brother, Dean, came to stay with them. While Dean may have been able to keep a straight face on the outside, his inner thoughts told a much different story.

Survivalism by bleuzombie @bleuzombie

Genetic engineers Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester are on the verge of a breakthrough in cancer treatment and possibly even a cure, using genetic manipulation and incredibly, shark DNA.

Following a devastating diagnosis of brain cancer, and amid growing pressure from his boss, Dick Roman, for results, Castiel is pushed to an act of desperation. He tests the cure on himself with disastrous and violent results.

He has never been so hungry.

Dean Winchester’s half-way house for orphaned half-monsters (and humans) by foolondahill17 @foolondahill17

What if Dean just kept every kid he’s ever interacted with?

A re-write of season 6 onwards in which Dean slowly collects every conceivable stray that crosses his path.

The eyes of a lamb by naughtystiel @naughtystiel for Shedar

The year is '98 and Spring is approaching fast. For most, the season is a symbol of new beginnings with Mother Nature’s chaste kiss that breathes life into everything once more. It's inspiring, peaceful and beautiful. So, the fact that this is exactly when a certain serial killer loves to strike makes Detective Winchester's blood boil. Two years in a row now, the guy has slipped through his fingers, not leaving a single trace behind. No clues, no leads, just murdered women in the most picturesque places imaginable. And the worst thing of all? Sometimes Dean catches himself admiring the killer's work.

where there is darkness by quiettewandering @quiettewandering @wanderingcas 

When Castiel Milton takes a job to be the new assistant keeper at Whaleback Lighthouse in Kittery, Maine, he expects to live out his new life in quiet isolation. What he gets instead is Dean Winchester: bitter, brash, and, like Castiel, harboring a dark secret. As the spark of attraction between them grows into a flame, the lighthouse walls start closing in—as do the ghosts of Dean and Castiel's checkered pasts.

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HOW did I miss the signups for this! I'm so excited!

REVEALS

All the SPN Eldritch ReverseBang art has been claimed! 🥳

Posting will start on April 1st.

Reader, too long the wait? Check out our collections in the meantime, the old and the new

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/The_Eldritch_Discord_Collection

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My beloved @bleuzombie has a new story for the @destielnoirbang

“Hello?” A deep voice asks. “I’m looking for Dean Winchester. My name is Castiel Novak.” The man stepping into my office is almost as tall as me and built like a brick shithouse. His eyes are hypnotically blue and if I was the kinda man who gave into romantic whims I could see myself getting lost in those eyes. His hair is dark and wild, like he’s just come from giving a blow job and someone used his hair to steer. He’s ungodly hot and wearing the ugliest outfit I’ve ever seen. I almost wish Tinkerbell was here to make fun of it. Who wears a trench coat anymore? He looks like he walked out of a 40’s mob movie. I can tell immediately that the man is trouble. See, I’ve been in this business long enough to know that the more boring someone looks, the more trouble they bring. And Castiel Novak makes beige look exciting. The guy looks like he gets off to spreadsheets. God, what I wouldn’t give to see what he looks like when he comes… Focus Dean. Focus. I don’t bother to move my boots off the desk as I draw in a lung full of smoke from my cigarette. I ain’t trying to impress anyone. I stare as Castiel pushes open the door to my office, oversized trench coat flapping behind him, looking like filthy sex in the most boring wrapping. He looks adorable as he scowls at the chair in front of my desk. He looks like an angry kitten as he begrudgingly sits down. “Can I help you with something chief?” I draw another drag from my cigarette. “Pretty sure you don’t have an appointment.”

- Winchester: Nightmare Investigator by @bleuzombie, art by @verobatto-messy-art

Available Now On Ao3!

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All this art is phenominal!

DESTIEL NOIR BANG

I sadly didn't get to claim a fic in this bang but the lovely authors helped us out with a lot of awesome prompts. I draw two of it. This is the second one:

"Doesn’t it bother you at all that you’re married?" / "What I want to know is, does it bother you?" Dean and Cas making a getaway with a suitcase full of money.

I honestly had so many idea for this one, I think I will draw multiple versions in the future.

@destielnoirbang

Check out my first illustration with another prompt. ;)

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@profoundbondfanfic reviewed The Omega Classifieds! I'm so honored, and what a lovely write up. Thanks guys!

The Omega Classifieds

The Omega Classifieds by ValandraWrites || @valandrawrites Rating: Explicit Word count: 73k

Life isn’t easy for a single Omega. Without an Alpha on record, Dean can’t work, can’t mate, and by law, should have been turned over to The Omega Center to be trained and auctioned off for mating. To avoid that fate, Dean resorts to the Omega Classifieds to try and find a mate. The enigmatic and charming Castiel Krushnic catches his eye and maybe his heart, but will he make his claim official before Dean’s luck runs out?

It's not easy being an omega in a world run by Alpha's. But Dean manages as much as he can, even if that means doing some shady work. Not wanting to end up like all other omegas, he risks answering a classified ad that sounds a little strange, but still acceptable. His only stipulation - Sam has to tag along.

Castiel is, of course, delighted and completely ready to introduce Dean and Sam to his Russian family.

Unfortunately, life had other ideas.

As hopeful as it starts, the story takes a darker turn when it is revealed that Dean's Alpha father has abandoned them. But no matter how much each situation Dean finds himself hurts, there is always that hint of hope that things will turn out alright.

Castiel was foolish and, in an attempt to help, he made things worse. He is riddled by guilt, but he does try to help. It takes time and their troubles are far from over when they are finally brought together, but the hope still lingers. It is the main motif of this amazing story.

This tale is not for the faint of heart. It is filled with angst and hurt and it will make you cry. It will grip you tight and not let go. Not until our boys end up in their own version of 'happily ever after'.

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More awesome @destielnoirbang art! This bang is so much fun it's ridiculous.

DESTIEL NOIR BANG

I sadly didn't get to claim a fic in this bang but the lovely authors helped us out with a lot of awesome prompts. I draw two of it. This is the first one:

"Cas, sitting at his desk, framed through Dean’s bow legs"

I don't know whose idea was this but I loved it in the minute I read it. So here it is. Cas is maybe a private detective or an accountant of a shady businessman or even has connection to the maffia? Who knows?

@destielnoirbang

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Here's my art for the @destielnoirbang! I wasn't able to get paired with a writer, but I chose to make art for the prompt, "A Destiel take on The Postman Always Rings Twice". I haven't actually seen the movie, but when googling I came across a concept art poster on Sotherbys (shown behind the cut) and thought it would be fun to do a Destiel version.

Thank you to the lovely @destielnoirbang for running such a fun bang, and for finding a way to include us unpaired artists!

Here's the original that I referenced. I tried to stay pretty true to the original, but wanted to change the crop to show Dean's face. It was so much fun to work in a bit of a different style and experiment with some new brushes!

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And it's LIVE. Bette Davis Eyes is part of the @destielnoirbang. Amazing Art by @kingdumbass I had so much fun with this, it's not even funny.

Check it out on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60538558/chapters/154554664

When Dean Winchester takes the case of a missing person named Castiel Milton, he doesn’t realize he is stepping into a web of secrets, danger, and deceit. The dark alleys and smoke-laden gin joints become his hunting ground, and every lead points to a name whispered with equal parts reverence and dread: Angel.

In an era where love between two men is a dangerous secret best kept silent, Dean finds himself entwined with a blue-eyed beauty by an undeniable bond as dangerous as it is profound. The stakes are high, and with each layer of dirt they peel away comes more secrets. Love and loyalty are tested, and Dean and Castiel have to decide if they will risk defying the odds and carve out a path together amidst a world hell-bent on ripping them apart.

Or: The one where gumshoe Dean Winchester meets criminal Castiel “Angel” Krushnic, and things do not go as planned.

Read it now!

Fun period remixes for your enjoyment: Listen to the Noir Soundtrack

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Read all these fics! I've been trying to keep up reading them, and every one I've read has been amazing. The talent in this fandom is like none other. Oh, and of course, check out that cyborg fic. Rumor is it's pretty ok. ;)

2024 DCBB Masterlist

Posting for the 2024 DCBB is done and dusted! Thank you to the writers, artists, betas, and readers who make this challenge such a delight to run. We love seeing old familiar names and welcoming new ones as this fandom continues to capture so much interest.

Be on the lookout for @deancasreversebang sign-ups opening soon!

In the meantime, here are links to our 2024 DCBB masterlist in gallery and list formats.

Thanks for another great year!

~Violethaze, diamond, and Aceriee

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Look at this art! Look at this fic! Holy shit I know some talented people!

Winchester: Nightmare Detective

By bleuzombie | @bleuzombie Art by verobatto | @verobatto-messy-art

Coming to Ao3 on 12/20/2024

Rated Teen | 5,000 words | No Major Archive Warnings Apply

Dean Winchester is looking for a case. He’s not looking for anything other than a cup of coffee. Until Castiel Novak walks in with eyes bluer than the ocean and a desperate need for his help. How can Dean say no?

[Keep reading for a sneak preview!]

“Hello?” A deep voice asks. “I’m looking for Dean Winchester. My name is Castiel Novak.”

The man stepping into my office is almost as tall as me and built like a brick shithouse. His eyes are hypnotically blue and if I was the kinda man who gave into romantic whims I could see myself getting lost in those eyes. His hair is dark and wild, like he’s just come from giving a blow job and someone used his hair to steer. He’s ungodly hot and wearing the ugliest outfit I’ve ever seen. I almost wish Tinkerbell was here to make fun of it. Who wears a trench coat anymore? He looks like he walked out of a 40’s mob movie. I can tell immediately that the man is trouble.

See, I’ve been in this business long enough to know that the more boring someone looks, the more trouble they bring. And Castiel Novak makes beige look exciting. The guy looks like he gets off to spreadsheets.

God, what I wouldn’t give to see what he looks like when he comes…

Focus Dean. Focus.

I don’t bother to move my boots off the desk as I draw in a lung full of smoke from my cigarette. I ain’t trying to impress anyone. I stare as Castiel pushes open the door to my office, oversized trench coat flapping behind him, looking like filthy sex in the most boring wrapping. He looks adorable as he scowls at the chair in front of my desk. He looks like an angry kitten as he begrudgingly sits down.

“Can I help you with something chief?” I draw another drag from my cigarette. “Pretty sure you don’t have an appointment.”

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Code of Silence

By FriendofCarlotta | @friendofcarlotta Art by Rezal | @rezal-art

Coming to Ao3 on 12/13/2024

Rated E | 57,000 words | Graphic Descriptions of Violence

Hollywood, 1955: LAPD Officer Dean Winchester doesn’t mind throwing a punch or fudging the evidence if it means getting wife beaters and cold-blooded criminals behind bars. That approach doesn’t sit too well with his younger brother and colleague Sam, who’s been making enemies at the LAPD with his straight-laced, by-the-book philosophy. Between trying to keep up with the job and looking out for his brother, Dean doesn’t have much time for happiness. Not until he meets Castiel, a handsome escort who is everything Dean never knew he wanted. Unfortunately, Castiel is also caught up in a criminal conspiracy that reaches far into the LAPD itself. To expose the department’s corruption and save Castiel, Dean and Sam will have to put aside their differences — and reckon with a dark secret in their family’s past.

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When he drew level, he chanced a glance over at the other man, who turned when he sensed that he’d become a subject of scrutiny.

Dean’s breath stopped in his throat. The man’s jaw was sharp as a word spoken in anger, his skin pale and clean-shaven. Long, graceful fingers played idly with one of the free Funtime Liquors matchbooks as he waited. His eyes promised mischief and mysteries. Dean wouldn’t have been surprised to learn the man had just stepped out of a movie screen.

Too late, he realized he was staring, and then only because the man’s plump lips had twitched slightly on one side.

Dean cleared his throat. “Merry Christmas,” he said.

“Merry Christmas to you too, officer,” the man returned.

Dean flinched, feeling caught out. Whoever the man was, he was clearly smart if plainclothes didn’t fool him. “That obvious?” he asked.

When Dean chanced another glance at the man, he was still looking back, humor glinting in his eyes. “It’s practically stamped on your forehead.”

Maybe Dean ought to have taken that for the dismissal it likely was, but the bit of humor in the man’s gaze felt almost akin to a smile. Most men wouldn’t smile at someone they wanted gone.

“Haven’t I seen you in a movie?” Dean tried.

The man dropped his head with a low, rough chuckle. Dean fought down a surge of embarrassment. A handsome man in a well-cut suit, five blocks from Grauman’s Chinese Theatre, where all the most glamorous Hollywood premieres took place? It wasn’t too outrageous a guess.

Dean was about to tell the man “never mind” when he caught Dean’s eyes again and said, “It’s unlikely. Unless you happened to pay very close attention to Youth Number 3 in the opening scene of It Came From Saturn's Rings.”

“You were in that?” Dean asked eagerly. This time, there was no fighting the heat on his face. He had a great weakness for science fiction movies, and he remembered seeing a screening of It Came From Saturn's Rings on opening night some three years back. Even working in Hollywood for as long as he had, he’d never stopped being a little starry-eyed about anybody who’d graced the silver screen.

His question got him an interesting reaction: the man’s head tipped to the side, his eyes narrowing, the better to study Dean. For the first time, he seemed to put some actual stock in their conversation. “You’ve seen it?”

“Yeah,” Dean confirmed, embarrassingly pleased to have found this patch of common ground between them. “It was good.”

It hadn’t been anything special, in truth, but the man was smiling in earnest now, one side of those plush lips curving up, and Dean thought he’d do just about anything to keep that smile going.

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CYBORG SAVIOR is finally live. It's my Big Bang submission for this year. Lots of pain and love went into this one. Big thanks to @bleuzombie, @dizzybunny-fan, and @Rachel for helping beat what was an atrocious first draft into something I'm so proud of! @squirrelofcelestialintent did some super fun art too!

Cyborg Savior

Author: ValandraWrites

Artist: squirrelofcelestialintent

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Past Castiel/Aprin (not seen)

Length: 85621

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester Cyborg Castiel Cage Fighter Castiel Dean Winchester makes a deal with Crowley Young and Innocent Dean Winchester Runaway Dean Winchester Dystopia - EcoPunk Science Fiction Happy Ending - No really

Summary: Castiel is an Alpha cyborg, with a dangerous past and fists made for breaking bones. His cybernetic arm has crushed every problem, except for when it comes to love. After losing the only person he ever cared about, he swore off anything that could come close to his heart. Dean is a naive omega, running from the suffocating traditions of his restrictive father straight into a gritty city that chews omegas like him up for sport. He’s painfully unprepared for the harsh reality of life in Cyn City, where survival is bought in blood and favors. When Dean strikes a deal with Crowley, he doesn't realize he’s sold his soul. Castiel, the cold-eyed cyborg everyone fears could be Dean’s savior—or the worst mistake of his life. Will the deadly Alpha step in and save the day, or is he just as dangerous as everyone around them says?

Link to Fic | Link to Art

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Upcoming story for the Noir Bang! Are you excited for Gumshoe Dean and Reluctant Criminal Castiel?

Bette Davis Eyes

By ValandraWrites | @valandrawrites Art by kingdumbass | @kingdumbass

Coming to Ao3 on 12/06/2024

Rated Explicit | 23,330 words | No Archive Warnings Apply

When Dean Winchester takes the case of a missing person named Castiel Milton, he doesn’t realize he is stepping into a web of secrets, danger, and deceit. The dark alleys and smoke-laden gin joints become his hunting ground, and every lead points to a name whispered with equal parts reverence and dread: Angel. In an era where love between two men is a dangerous secret best kept silent, Dean finds himself entwined with a blue-eyed beauty by an undeniable bond as dangerous as it is profound. The stakes are high, and with each layer of dirt they peel away comes more secrets. Love and loyalty are tested, and Dean and Castiel have to decide if they will risk defying the odds and carve out a path together amidst a world hell-bent on ripping them apart. Or The one where gumshoe Dean Winchester meets criminal Castiel “Angel” Krushnic, and things do not go as planned.

[Keep reading for a sneak preview!]

He glides through the unseemly crowd like mercury in a lamplight, his footfalls barely whispering against the concrete beneath the murky cover of cigarette smoke and lust. The dim lights swaying overhead barely graze his face, shrouded beneath the shadow of a faded fedora. When it does, it reveals eyes of sapphire steel that create their own gravitational pull in this grimy joint.

Every voice hushes, and every whiskey-soaked gaze turns as he strides through the warren of illicit dealings and poker-faced cons. They know him, this enigma wrapped in a trench coat. They respect him — or perhaps they fear him. After all, his reputation precedes him. At the end of the dive bar, he gives a curt nod toward Crowley. A mere mortal by comparison but infamous in his ways, their alliance is an uncomfortable reality that sets my teeth on edge.

The dregs of my whiskey burn in my throat as I admit that Angel’s presence casts a long shadow over Castiel’s sudden disappearance like thunderclouds, signaling an incoming downpour. I know one thing with certainty — unraveling Angel’s secrets was the key to finding Castiel, or it might pull me deeper into an ominous plot about to unfold.

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🌸Describing Scents For Writers 🌸| List of Scents

Describing aromas can add a whole new layer to your storytelling, immersing your readers in the atmosphere of your scenes. Here's a categorized list of different words to help you describe scents in your writing.

🌿 Fresh & Clean Scents

Crisp

Clean

Pure

Refreshing

Invigorating

Bright

Zesty

Airy

Dewy

Herbal

Minty

Oceanic

Morning breeze

Green grass

Rain-kissed

🌼 Floral Scents

Fragrant

Sweet

Floral

Delicate

Perfumed

Lush

Blooming

Petaled

Jasmine

Rose-scented

Lavender

Hibiscus

Gardenia

Lilac

Wildflower

🍏 Fruity Scents

Juicy

Tangy

Sweet

Citrusy

Tropical

Ripe

Pungent

Tart

Berry-like

Melon-scented

Apple-blossom

Peachy

Grape-like

Banana-esque

Citrus burst

🍂 Earthy & Woody Scents

Musky

Earthy

Woody

Grounded

Rich

Smoky

Resinous

Pine-scented

Oak-like

Cedarwood

Amber

Mossy

Soil-rich

Sandalwood

Forest floor

☕ Spicy & Warm Scents

Spiced

Warm

Cozy

Inviting

Cinnamon-like

Clove-scented

Nutmeg

Ginger

Cardamom

Coffee-infused

Chocolatey

Vanilla-sweet

Toasted

Roasted

Hearth-like

🏭 Industrial & Chemical Scents

Metallic

Oily

Chemical

Synthetic

Acrid

Pungent

Foul

Musty

Smoky

Rubber-like

Diesel-scented

Gasoline

Paint-thinner

Industrial

Sharp

🍃 Natural & Herbal Scents

Herbal

Aromatic

Earthy

Leafy

Grass-like

Sage-scented

Basil-like

Thyme-infused

Rosemary

Chamomile

Green tea

Wild mint

Eucalyptus

Cinnamon-bark

Clary sage

🎉 Unique & Uncommon Scents

Antique

Nostalgic

Ethereal

Enigmatic

Exotic

Haunted

Mysterious

Eerie

Poignant

Dreamlike

Surreal

Enveloping

Mesmerizing

Captivating

Transcendent

I hope this list can help you with your writing. 🌷✨

Feel free to share your favorite scent descriptions in the replies below! What scents do you love to incorporate into your stories?

Happy Writing! - Rin T.

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Look under the cut to see what meeting your entity is like. Reblog to give a gift to your patron.

The fae: a creature stands before you. Though this street was warm and crowded a few moments ago it is suddenly cold and the people around you look like shadows. The creature begins an antlered shadow with glowing white eyes, but soon its body can be seem, with white blue flesh, and sapphire eyes, and icicles for teeth. What looks like a cloak unfolds from its naked body and you can see massive white wings of a moth. As if it's an act of sacrifice you tell it your true name, a name you didn't even see before, and suddenly you belong to it, for better or worse.

The angel: a radiant entity appears before you. They're bright, like something so hot it would burn you up. But as the light fades, you can see a person in silver armor, perfect yet inhuman like am ancient green statue, their back srouting six wings with blue eyes along them, as the eyes on their head are covered by a mask of two smaller wings. The creature offers their hands and you shake it, as they fly you through the city streets and above the skyscrapers, to the stars above and dimensions beyond, to gods living and dead, across the streets of alien cities and the clouds of dead worlds. And when you return to the earth you can feel something diffrent about you, like there's light in your blood.

The scavenger: below the lights of skyscrapers beyond you, on the dark sands of the beach, you see it crawling twords you. This serpentine creature with countless legs, and a dark black shell, yet a strangely human like face. You think it'll attack or run away, but it just looks at you, egar, and for a momment you stare at eachother. It's legs pass something to eachother and then to you, it's meat but it's shining with all the colors known to the human eye, and a few more. You hold it and it happily looks at you. You take a bite and suddenly you know... you know so very much...

The vampire: she flies down to you on green wings with orange eyespots, but folds them into her back. She looks like a human for a momment, tall and strong, with a black suit over her body, but eyes the color of ruby. For a momment her mouth opens, and it's massive and monstrous, with countless moving parts and fangs. But then it folds back onto something humanoid and she gives you a playful smirk. She cuts her hand and offers you her blood, and when you drink it it tastes so sweet, and makes you feel so good. She hands you the knife and you know to do the same, and when she drinks from your palm it's life the sweetest of kisses.

The djinn: the room wirs around you. If it were not for the fans it would feel like hellfire. For a momment there it darkness, but then the screen before you glows white like smokeless flame. You can sense something inside, something beyond the code. You reach your hand within it, and there's no glass, your hand passess right through until you're in a white void of your own making. You call out, thinking there is nothing at all around you. Yet somehow something calls back, something that knows your name.

The rat king: You see him in an empty subway station. Something dark and distorted, you're not sure if he's man or animal, covered in rags, and singing in the language of the goblins and the orcs. Yet he comes close to you excited. And you can feel his song. He calls for you to come to the train tracks, and let yourself run with the rats and the roaches, where the train will pass over you when it comes, and you'll live forever. When you touch the third rail you don't die, but you'll never be human again.

The lich: the library is strangely bright. Run by skeletons in suits, decorated with gold. There are more books here then you thought were in all the world. There's knowledge here most mortals will never have the change below, all kept safe below the city. You see her, her body doesn't look human, everything has been replaced making her look more like a joining white doll then a being of flesh. Yet she is dead, you can tell that under the porcelain skin she must be dead, she is dead, and there is the tragedy of death in her eyes. You come closer to her, and she places a black rose within your hair...

The demon: You stand in his office and he stands before you, a humanoid being covered in black scales, with red eyes covering his skin. Yet none are on his head, that remains featureless save for two massive horns. Wings on his back nearly surround you. Countless souls line the walls of his office, looking at you, waiting. After you sign your name you give him yours, you can feel it come away for you forever and your eyes grey and your skin pales. But he puts the jar in a special place for you, you're spacial, he can tell there's something about you that he likes.

The mushroom lord: you walk through the darkness of the forest, the furthest from civilization you have ever been. You come upon a part where the trees all seem dead, that even the cryptids won't go near. Mushrooms fill the ground, and white vein like lines are all over the trees. You feel the need to lay down, and you let the moss and the mushrooms and the worms surround you, and let yourself sink into the soil,, and it feels good. It feels so good...

The witch: You can see them in the Cafe next to you, skinny and small, with a sweatshirt over most of their body, and dark glasses over their eyes. They seem powerful though, and though their body looks young they seem ancient, they seem beyond humanity. You talk to them and they tell you things, and secrets, lost gods, things you never knew you didn't know, both beautiful and disturbing. When it's time for them to go they pet your head, and give you their number. You don't know if you should text them, but you have to, you have to see them again, there's something about them that makes you need to know.

The living clothing: you step into it at first, it looked like a puddle yet shining like silver or chrome. But soon it surrounds you, first just your torso, but soon your head, your entire body. But it doesn't feel scary, it feels like you're being held, held by something beyond your understanding. It whispers to you, and you don't know if you should feel like your being eaten alive, or like you're being protected. You can't help but keep walking.

The abyss: the void is before you, blackness beyond blackness, like the color beyond the field of your vision, stands before your eyes. You stare at it, it's nothing yet you're entranced. It stares back...

[valandrawrites]

Announcing the Destiel Angst Bang!

Good morning, Supernatural fandom!

Per the results of the interest poll I ran a few months back, I will be going ahead with the Destiel Angst Bang. This is an event to make our boys just absolutely miserable. No happy endings required (though they are allowed).

Signups for all participants will open on November 1st with claims happening the week of March 8 and posting beginning May 26. There will be a minimum of 5000 words for writers, and one art piece and banner per fic for artists. The full rules and schedule will be linked below.

I am also looking for one or two people to help moderate. If you're interested, please DM me either here or on my main @butterflyslinky, or on Discord at butterflyslinky_7683.

Hope to see you all there!

RULES | SCHEDULE

[valandrawrites]

Announcing the Destiel Angst Bang!

Good morning, Supernatural fandom!

Per the results of the interest poll I ran a few months back, I will be going ahead with the Destiel Angst Bang. This is an event to make our boys just absolutely miserable. No happy endings required (though they are allowed).

Signups for all participants will open on November 1st with claims happening the week of March 8 and posting beginning May 26. There will be a minimum of 5000 words for writers, and one art piece and banner per fic for artists. The full rules and schedule will be linked below.

I am also looking for one or two people to help moderate. If you're interested, please DM me either here or on my main @butterflyslinky, or on Discord at butterflyslinky_7683.

Hope to see you all there!

RULES | SCHEDULE