#lana im so sorry i was gonna psot in the morning and then i got sleeby and then i was on call

[hauntedpearl]

I wish you would write a fic where...

that one (or multiple lmao) destiel fantasy au ideas that you were talking about yesterday 👁️👁️👁️

ooooo okay so basically I've had this idea of a portal fantasy godstiel au for a while now. every time i read a fantasy book i start getting ideas about the kind of writing style i want to use, and like. just. the general atmosphere i wanna create and how out-there the scenes can be etc.,

my biggest problem with this AU has been like. basically. i have the vibe down but i have nothing else down and i don't wanna rush into writing it or put too much pressure on myself because i know it can be soooo good if i let myself take the time to flesh it out fr so that's really it. i know what i want tho : like i want this to be entirely Cas' story but it will be from dean pov. and i want Cas is in the middle of his godstiel arc when he meets dean. and he's already killed Raphael at this point like!! THATS IMPORTANT TO MEEE! and idk idek if i want it to be a happy ending or whatever but i jsut want to write like. Magic and unhinged apocalyptic events and just!!! LET THEM DO STUPID BAD THINGS!!!

I have a small excerpt right here:

"Oh." It leans down, and silver spills into the whites of its eyes. The tip of its nose grazes his temple. A long finger trails along his cheek. "But you burn like a sun." A shiver races through Dean's spine. The thing — it speaks soft and low, the timbre of its voice dark. It burrows under his skin, makes his heart race. Dean gulps. Looks at the blue-black bruise that colours its throat. It bleeds, he tells himself. It can hurt. The creature's gaze pins him, even without the strength of its arms. His breath catches in his chest. He is — taken. Mesmerized by its very presence. His mind, it slips. It is siezed He is being —spelled into submission. Enchanted by this silver-eyed devil that has poured itself into a body like his. He is being touched by its wickedness. Dean fights against the hold this thing has on him, forces anger into his veins. "I have never seen one such as you," it says. Inhales. Dean feels the heat of it by his ear. He feels himself flush under its careful scrutiny, its closeness. The finger that slides under his jaw and curls there. A thumb pressed to his chin. "Who are you?" He croaks. The thing blinks down at him, tilts its head to a side, contemplative. Like a goddam chicken. Dean swallows the ridiculous laugh that rises within him. "I am called Castiel."

it's like barely anything but YK!!!

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#one day one day i will write this!!!!! #lana im so sorry i was gonna psot in the morning and then i got sleeby and then i was on call #ANYWAYZ #THAT'S ONE OF MY FANTASY AUS #doe's inbox #lana 🍁🍁 #ask game