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regulusrules · 2 months

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Guide for: What Tags to Add to Your Fic

Do you guys have the same problem of how when you're about to post a fic and reach to the tags section you're like .. what r werds 🫠

It's also why some works don't get any visibility even though we're blessed by god almighty for no algorithm in ao3

And I kid you not, I found some of the best goddamn fics out there by sheer coincidence because they weren't tagged right and they remain overlooked because of this fact

So here's a small classified guide for you!

This post is solely based on observation, the ao3 tag search, and my own personal system for tagging! I am not, by any means or sorts, an ao3 fandom moderator, but someone who's read nearly 30 thousand of the fics out there and struggles to read the rest

General tags for any fic

For fic forms: Art - Fanart - Digital Art - Drabble - Short - Complete - One shot - 5+1 Things - Poetry - Podfic - Songfic - Text Fic - Prompt Fic - Case Fic - Ficlet - RPF

For plot: Fix-it - Pre-Canon - Canon Era - Post-Canon - Canon Compliant - Not Canon Compliant - Everybody Lives/Nobody dies - Everybody dies/Nobody lives - Alternate Universe: Modern / Canon Divergence / Historical / College / Fantasy / Soulmates / Royalty / Powers / No Powers / Roommates - Kid Fic - Sickfic - Future Fic - Reincarnation - Time Travel - Plot What Plot (PWP) - Epilogue What Epilogue (EWE) - Slow Build - Missing Scene - Flashbacks - Crossover - ANY triggering topic you are writing about (eg: death, rape, violence, suicide, etc)

For vibes: Hurt/Comfort - Comfort - Hurt No Comfort - Humour - Fluff - Domestic Fluff - Fluff and Angst - Angst - Light Angst - Heavy Angst - Angst with a Happy Ending - No Happy Ending - Happy Ending - Whump - Crack - Cute - Humour - Dark - Sweet

For relationships: Slow burn - Romance - First Kiss - No/Mild/Explicit Sexual Content - Specific kinks (eg: Praise Kink) - Smut - No Smut - Feels - Getting Together - First Time - Pre-Relationship - Developing Relationship - Established Relationship - Mutual Pining - Pining - Friends to Lovers - Enemies to Lovers - Friends With Benefits - Love Confessions - Unrequited Love - True Love - Forbidden Love - Falling in Love

For characters: POV (insert character name) - Pining (character) - Hurt (character) - Jealous (character) - Worried (character) - Protective (character) - Dark (character) - BAMF (character) - Possessive (character) - Caring (character) - Top/Bottom (character) - Good/Evil (character) - Oblivious (character) - Manipulative (character) - Soft (character) - (character) lives - (character) dies

For tropes: Christmas - Sharing a bed - Weddings - Jealousy - Misunderstandings - Secret Relationship - First Meetings - Scars - Aftercare - Arranged Marriage - Kidnapping - Blood - Blood and Injury - Injury - Magic - Panic Attacks - Amnesia - Bathing/Washing - Soul-Identifying Marks - Touch-Starved

#ao3 #writing #tagging #how to guides #how to tag #fandom #archive of our own #bbc merlin #harry potter #red white and royal blue #good omens #star wars #marvel #merlin #supernatural #regulusrules metas

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patolemus · 7 days

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Stiles sits in the front row at the funeral.

He’s next to Mellisa, who hasn’t been able to stop crying since she got the news. Stiles’ dad had organized the whole thing, talking with the funerary home and picking up the coffin and the arrangements. He’d only asked Melissa what she wanted on the headstone.

Raphael had showed up the day after. For the first time in his life, he’d looked a mess, hair everywhere and clothes wrinkled as he stormed into the house asking what had happened to his son, tears already gathering in his eyes before he even got a look at Melissa’s face. Stiles hadn’t made fun of him. Stiles hadn’t said anything at all. Raphael sits on Melissa’s other side now, and she grips his hand tight enough it turns white. He hasn’t been back for five years.

God, Scott hadn’t seen his had for five years, and now he’s dead. Scott’s dead.

Stiles thinks it still hasn’t sunk in. He’s in the middle of his best friend’s funeral - it’s closed casket because his body was so mangled up that the EMPs could barely recognize him. Stiles had heard his dad on the phone with one of his deputies talking about it, before he’d realized just whose body they were talking about - and it still hasn’t clicked that Scott won’t be coming out of his casket, that this isn’t some kind of sick practical joke for getting him out of bed the night before school started.

Stiles is not crying. He hasn’t cried once since hearing the news. His dad is crying, sitting on his other side. Scott’s like a second son to him.

Was. Scott was like a second son to him. Was because he’s gone now. Because he’s dead.

Scott’s dead.

His best friend since preschool is dead. His brother is dead. The kindest, most caring person in the world is dead. Stiles goaded him into going to the preserve to look for half a dead body - and God, he’s such an asshole. A dead body? What was he even thinking? - and now Scott doesn’t even get to show his face at his own funeral because whatever killed him barely left any of him to bury.

If only he’d stayed. If only he’d told his dad Scott was with him that night instead of leaving him there. But no, Stiles hadn’t wanted Scott to get grounded because he dragged him out of bed, so he’d kept quiet. Even when he’d seen the pair of red eyes and that— that thing in the corner of his eye. Stiles hadn’t said anything. He thought they’d laugh about it at lunch the next day.

Now Scott’s dead.

Scott is dead.

And Stiles knows exactly what did it.

(He’s going to fucking kill it.)

#and god will cry out au #stiles is not having a good time #and he's about to make it everyone's problem #or well not everyone's #just derek's #how to piss off every supernatural-related individual in ten days: a guide by stiles stilinski #he’s going to speed run this series if it fucking kills him #because he’s nothing if not efficient and he’s got a great motivator #you think you’re safe from the scrawny human because you’re tough? think again #he’s got a baseball bat and his morals died when his friend took the power of friendship with him to the grave #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #eternal sterek #eternalsterek #teen wolf #teen wolf au #teen wolf rewrite #scott is going to be so important even though he's dead #like this boy is going to haunt stiles till the end of times #to clarify scott has no appearances in this universe #stiles is just very guilty #not sure how I feel about scott being importsnt(tm) in any fanfic of mine #but i guess it’s okay given the circumstances #i killed him before he got a gf he gets to haunt my narrative

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hoziersmilligan · 4 months

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can't believe people think michael, the all-powerful, human-hating archangel who became this fond, sappy, lovesick mess for this human he happened to get trapped in the cage with, would just completely revert back to his heavenly ways and believe his dad, no questions asked. like no that man was BROKEN and he needed some sense of stability after adam died, even if it came from the man who killed him.

#mr. “you who let lucifer walk free while your own brother sat in hell” would not let this slide #he lost his guide give him a break #michael spn #adam milligan #midam #adam spn #spn #supernatural

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gourmet-trash · 1 year

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So the Corinthian helps Rose with her homework, but I like to think he also keeps the tradition of getting ice cream with Jed. And Jed has questions.

"So...you like boys, right?"

Corinthian pauses with his ice cream cone midway to his mouth and lowers it a bit to get a better line of sight on Jed across the little outdoor table they're sharing. Jed, in turn, is staring intently back at him. So intently, in fact, that there’s a line of blue ice cream melting towards his fingers. Cotton candy flavored — disgusting.

“I guess that’s one way to put it,” Corinthian says, licking around the edge of his own cone again. Strawberry, which is much better. “You’re meltin’, by the way.”

Jed blinks and looks down at his cone, making an aborted sound of concern before diving in to protect his fingers and the table from errant dribbles of dessert. Once that particular crisis is averted, however, he frowns again. “But like. You like like them?”

Corinthian raises an eyebrow over his sunglasses. “What’s the difference?” he asks, and nearly laughs at the frustrated huff it earns him.

“You know,” Jed says, using that tone of voice Corinthian has learned means he thinks something is very obvious and can’t fathom why the “grown ups” around him don’t get it. “Like…you don’t have girlfriends. You and Mr. Gadling and Uncle Morpheus are boyfriends instead.”

“Boyfriends?” Corinthian repeats, eyebrows winging up. “Who the hell called us that?”

“Rose did!”

Corinthian leans back in his chair and hums around his ice cream. “Not sure that’s the word I’d use, but…okay, I guess. Why’re you asking about all this?”

And despite the one-sided game of twenty questions he’d been spearheading all of thirty seconds ago, Jed immediately goes quiet. Well, not quiet, exactly. More like he tries to cram as much neon blue ice cream into his mouth at once as he can.

“Okay, I can’t sit here and watch you do that,” Corinthian says, reaching across the table to tug Jed’s wrist back. “It’s bad enough you chose that flavor. I’m gonna put you in an Uber home if you throw that blue shit up.”

“It’s good!” Jed protests, giggling.

“It is not.”

Jed scoffs. “Last week you got rum raisin! That’s like…a grandpa flavor!”

“Grandpa flavor!?” Corinthian repeats, offended, and it doesn’t help that Jed giggles again at him for it. “Who the hell are you calling a grandpa?”

“I mean, your boyfriends are also like super duper old, right? They’re probably grandpas too. It makes sense,” Jed reasons.

Corinthian snorts before taking a physical bite out of his ice cream, smirking when it makes Jed cringe. “So we’re talking about the boyfriends thing again, huh? You got something you wanna tell me, Jed?”

Jed slouches in his seat across the table, but thankfully he doesn’t try to choke himself on cotton candy flavoring again. “….I thought you said people only use your name when you’re in trouble.”

He’s very obviously deflecting, but Corinthian sighs and leans forward on his elbows, tilting his ice cream a bit to the side so he doesn’t drip anything pink onto his jacket. “You think you're gonna be in trouble if you tell me you like like boys? Me? The guy with two boyfriends, apparently?”

Jed glances up and shrugs slightly, a look on his face that reminds Corinthian, briefly, of of the first time they met. Remnants of the boy in the basement. He thinks, absently, that he might need to make something bleed later, feels the itch in his fingers for a weapon. But for now he settles for snatching a napkin out of the dispenser on their table and reaching over to wipe a streak of blue off Jed’s face.

“I don’t give a shit if you like hims, hers, or theirs, Jed,” he says, and the kid’s shoulders slump in obvious relief, his smile coming back easily enough. “But what I am concerned with is that your taste in crushes had best be better than your taste in ice cream. So tell me who this boy is that’s got you asking all these questions.”

Corinthian spends the rest of their weekly ice cream date learning all about André Montgomery, who is “super smart” and “like the best striker on the soccer team.” He also learns what the hell Jordans are and that the politics of a middle school lunch room are more complicated than fucking congress. He makes a note to figure out exactly how much shit he’ll get in with Dream and Hob if he spends some time over the next week stalking a 7th grader.

“So why don’t you ask him out?” he asks when they’re making their way back to the car, and Jed jolts like he’s been shocked by a livewire.

“I can’t ask him out!”

“Why the hell not?”

“I don’t even know if he likes boys!” Jed says, throwing his arms out. “And even if he does like boys, he’s way too cool for me!”

Corinthian reaches over and pulls Jed to a stop by his shoulder before they reach the car. “A kid who can kick a ball around and wears nice shoes is not too cool for you.”

Jed wrinkles his nose, clearly unswayed. “You have to say nice stuff like that,” he says, and Corinthian barks out a laugh.

“You must have me confused with your sister and Hob. I don’t have to be nice to anyfuckingbody,” he says.

“….I guess that’s true,” Jed admits after a moment, pursing his lips.

“Look, whether you ask this André kid out or not is your call. But I don’t wanna hear anything about you not doing it cause you think he’s better than you, you hear me, Jed?”

Jed is visibly fighting a smile when he nods. “I hear you.”

“Attaboy. Now come on, we’re gonna be late,” he says, motioning him towards the car.

“You’re not…gonna tell Rose or anybody, right?” Jed asks once they’re on the road, and Corinthian glances over.

“You know I don’t go blabbing about our ice cream talks.”

“Not even to Mr. Gadling and Uncle Morpheus?”

Corinthian laughs. “Especially not to them,” he says, flashing him a smile at a stoplight. “You can tell them whenever you’re ready to.”

Jed smiles back. “Thanks.”

“But if anyone does ever try to give you shit about this, you come and tell me first, all right?”

Jed squints, suspicious, across the car at him. Smart kid. “…How come?”

“Remember our talk about plausbile deniability?” Corinthian says, waiting until he nods. “So you don’t have to ask any questions. You just let me know if anything happens.”

“Is this one of those things I don’t tell your boyfriends?” Jed asks.

“Bingo!” [ ← prev ] [ next → ]

#corinthian definitely stalks a middle schooler #he thinks jed can do better #at some point he will definitely commit homicide for this child #again #if any more of these happen it's gonna end up a series #the walker family guide to the care and feeding of supernaturals #jed walker #the corinthian #hobrintheus #the sandman #fic #long post

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profoundbondfanfic · 11 months

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A Beginner's Guide to Communing with the Dead

A Beginner’s Guide to Communing with the Dead by suspiciousflashlight (@huntingthehaggis) Rating: Mature Word Count: 77k

Maybe it's the little girl whose disappearance turned into a murder, and whose murder turned into a cold case, and who has now apparently decided to move in with him. Maybe it's the unacceptable hole left in his life when his dumb best friend and partner in (the prevention of) crime decided to go and get himself killed. Maybe it's his brother, whose high-profile career and fantastic girlfriend and first-child-on-the-way are steadily leaving Dean in the dust. Pick one. Pick all of them. The why doesn't matter so much as the what, and the what is this: Dean is pretty sure he's going completely, certifiably insane. Sure, he hasn't started wearing all his clothes inside out, and he still showers on a regular basis (anyways, that's not crazy, just a little eccentric); but there's no getting around the fact that he just threw away his life, his career, and his reputation by dragging out his mom's old necromancy book and summoning a Class A Forbidden Entity to his attic. A cranky one, too. With horrendous bed-head.

Okay, my friends, if you haven’t read this one yet, drop everything now and click on that link!! Don’t wait around, just do it!

(And even if you already know the fic, I’m pretty sure it’s time for a reread, don’t you think? Since it’s always time for a good reread!)

Because this story, it’s simply something else.

It is told from Dean’s POV who is in a kinda dark place at the beginning. Either everything is going to shit around him or everyone is living their best lives without him and the gruesome murder case that lands on his lap one day surely doesn’t make things any better. Soon enough he finds himself at his wit’s end and in a desperate attempt to get justice for the victim he does something very, very stupid - illegally summoning an entity that should never be summoned, that is.

Dean isn’t really sure what he expected, but the blue-eyed, grouchy creature certainly takes him by surprise. Castiel seems devoid of emotions and alienates everyone in his vicinity without even trying which, of course, makes it extra hard for Dean to hide his true identity from his colleagues and family. Over time, however, he learns to appreciate Castiel’s uniqueness and Castiel in turn starts to change the closer his relationship with Dean becomes.

The worldbuilding of this fic just sucks you right in, transforming the whole thing into some sort of extraordinary urban fantasy crime novel. Thanks to Dean’s POV the writing style is witty and oftentimes hilarious in that special Dean sort of way and often enough you can’t help but laugh even in the grittiest of situations.

The development of Dean and Castiel’s relationship is simply captivating, both a nod to canon as well as its own special kind of insanity. It’s just addicting to watch those two slowly but gradually get their shit together.

And on top of that the actual case is truly riveting, keeping you on the edge of your seat the whole time.

So yeah, what are you waiting for? Happy reading 😁

#destiel #fic rec #1k follower celebration #favorite fics #mature #50k to 100k #au #supernatural #law enforcement!dean #creature!castiel #angst with a happy ending #slow burn #case fic #bamf!castiel #strangers to lovers #virgin!castiel #author: suspiciousflashlight #a beginner’s guide to communing with the dead

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caito-does-stuff · 16 days

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The Martyrdom of Dean Winchester

#i was gonna post this tmr but i fear i popped off to much #apollo himself was guiding my i stg #dean winchester #dean winchester fanart #supernatural #supernatural fanart #jensen ackles #trans dean winchester #sketchbook #art #drawing #transgender

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weanwinwhester · 4 months

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the best destiel fanfiction is Dante’s Inferno.

#supernatural #supernatural crack #deancas #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #muppet natural #dante #the inferno #dante’s inferno #fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #destiel fanfic #destiel fic #in the original latin ofc #my master my guide please just fuck already

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4evamc · 1 year

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Misha tweets

#misha collins #misha tweets #Misha's shenanigans #J2M #tv guide #supernatural

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mrhobiebrown · 10 months

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SORRY... I MEANT *(2022)

GENRE: COMEDY HORROR, COMING-OF-AGE, SUPERNATURAL

PAIRING: WEDNESDAY ADDAMS X MALE!READER

INTERACTION: FLUFF (TEASING, FLIRTATION & CONSTANT REJECTION)

SEASON: I

EPISODE: I

It was October 18th, the middle of autumn and the beginning of Y/N's new life at Nevermore Academy a.k.a. "The School of Freaks." But it was unfortunate that the boy wasn't really "freaky" himself. He was just a regular mortal sent to a boarding school that was filled with abominations that could possibly kill him just for breathing the wrong way by his nightmarish parents. He laid in thought about this in the backseat of his Dad's tan pickup truck, pondering on how he was going to survive this new monstrous era in his life. But his series of mental distraught was interrupted by the shrieking voice of a happy Mother mixed with a wide smile peaking over the passenger's seat "How're you feeling my sweet little boy?!" She beamed.

He exhaled sharply through his nostrils in response to her bright mood that was mocking his dark one. "Great," Y/N deadpanned, looking out the window with his chin resting on his hand. "A little more enthusiasm would be appreciated," she disclosed, visibly feeling bittersweet at her son's response but shedding him the benefit of the doubt before continuing. "Your dad really worked his ass off to get-" she was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder from her spouse in the driver's seat, signaling her to watch her mouth in front of their child. "Sorry," she apologized before sitting back down in her seat. Y/N's father let out a deep sigh before speaking, "Look son, it might seem like a terrible experience but you should never judge a book by it's cover. You'll like it and I know you will," enunciated the father.

Y/N sighed at his father's words and resumed his pessimistic daydreaming. He was missing his old life already, not prepared to let go of the friends he made and the experiences he had back in his hometown. But now, he was about to go through 4 years of hell and another 4 years of training for the rat race that people call adulthood. He was nearing the school and the sight of it only caused him more internalized pain. The medieval like structure that has the audacity to be called a school in the 21st century, the pitch black ravens resting on the towers of the school, and the leaveless trees highlighting the dark clouds in the sky only made him feel like he was walking into a cemetery. "How the hell am I supposed to survive in this place?" Y/N muttered to himself.

As they pulled into the driveway, he spotted a tall Caucasian woman with short blonde hair and a long grey coat standing firmly in the doorway of the main entrance to the school. Y/N's dad parked the car and him and his mother quickly got out to greet the woman. After their initial greeting, Y/N's mother turns to him, beckoning him to get out of the car and to come and greet the lady. Before he decides to step out of the thing that he'll gladly consider home over this place, he grabs his bookbag and suitcase to make sure he had everything he needed to keep himself warm and clean. He strolls over to his Mom, dragging the suitcase on the ground along with him.

"Say hi Y/N and be nice," bubbled his Mother. The boy digged deep down to find the energy to say hi to her and restlessly succeeded. "Hey," he greeted the woman lethargically. The lady noticed his apathetic tone and behavior and glanced at each parent before bending down to his height and informing him, "Hey Y/N. My name is Larissa Weems but you can call me Principal Weems. I heard a lot of incredible things about you." She was looking forward to having a bit of small talk with him but he seemed like he wasn't a fan of it as he so physically displayed through his eyes staring deep into her soul. Weems raised back up when she realized that the incredible boy that his Mother talked about wasn't really a talker. She adjusted her coat and inhaled before telling them, "So, as the newest member of Nevermore Academy, it's in one of our top priorities to make sure our hospitality makes you feel right at home. But, how can you feel right at home if you don't know where everything is," chuckled Weems. He was very interested on how this random lady would make him feel like he was back in his hometown. He giggled out of amusement before responding, "Well... we'll see about that."

"Oh no, I won't be providing you the hospitality that you'll surely love. She will." She twinkled, before moving to the side and revealing a short pale Hispanic girl with a monochrome Nevermore Academy uniform on and a serious facial expression directed at Y/N.

Y/N's parents jumped at the sight of her but quickly felt guilty of their reaction to the pig-tailed girl's appearance. Him and the girl locked eyes as Weems uttered, "So Wednesday, you'll be in charge of tourism and making him feel like this is just a second home for him." "You'll hate it here." Wednesday chimed in monotonously. Y/N laughed at her sudden statement before nodding, agreeing with her pessimistic statement. "Wednesday!" Weems chastised, she recognized herself snapping and quickly gained a more professional display for the parents in front of her. "Anyways, Y/N go and follow Wednesday and I'll keep your lovely parents company."

Wednesday strode away from the group and Y/N followed her. He slings his backpack over his shoulder and pulls his suitcase with him and sets off with the peculiar tourist guide. "There's the tennis courts where only tennis players can play on. So if you ever decide to participate in such activities, sign up for the tennis team," Wednesday pointed out. "And that's the soccer field next to the tennis courts and the requirements to play on that field is the same as the tennis ones so keep that in mind." "Do you play any sports?" Y/N suddenly questioned, attempting to spark up a conversation with her. She stopped in her tracks and turned to face the boy before replying to him, "No. Why?" queried Wednesday. "Just asking." Y/N enlightened with a mysterious grin. "What are you smiling about?" He wiped the smile off of his face and cleared his throat when she called him out on his odd behavior before answering her question, "The obvious fact that you don't want to do this. Look, we can just skip this and you can take me to my dorm so I can get this stuff off of my back. I'm tired." Wednesday snickered at his evident observation prior responding, "I appreciate your scrutiny because it's true. If I could just skip to you being in your dorm and me being focused on more important things... than I would. But, a falcon has us under surveillance so Principal Weems can make sure I follow through with her orders." Y/N narrowed his eyes at her, confused on what she just said about a falcon filming them. Wednesday looked up at what she was talking about which made the boy turn around to only find out she wasn't lying. It was a brown falcon on a tree facing them directly, hawking loudly.

"But anyways, suck it up and come on. I don't have all day," she dictated before turning back around and continuing on the tour guide. So after several minutes of constant lectures on monuments, she finally decided to take Y/N to the inside of the alma mater.

The inside appearance gave off a gothic medieval aesthetic that slightly intrigued the boy but the eerie look of the interior still didn't save him from the excruciating boredom his mind was going through. Wednesday and Y/N approached the entrance of the courthouse prior to her commentary, "So here lies the abominable cliques that infest the hallways of Nevermore. We got the Fangs which are vampires, the Furs which are werewolves, and the Stoners which are gorgons. Which one are you?" She asked, turning around and facing him. Y/N paused at the question because he was unfortunately neither. He took a deep breath before answering her question, "None of these, sadly. I'm mortal." "You're lying!" Wednesday deadpanned, slightly raising her voice at him. "How can you be a mortal attending a school only fit for freaks like myself? Are you stupid?" ”No, I'm not stupid. I'm mortal." Y/N corrected in a smart aleck manner. Wednesday responded to the boy's wiseacre behavior with a icy stare, clearly displaying that she wasn't finding anything funny about the situation at hand. "We need to get you to Principal Weems so we can solve this issue. So come on." Wednesday instructed, begining to walk away from Y/N. "Or we can go to my assigned dorm... alone." flirted Y/N, turning around to face her. Wednesday wrinkled her nose at his sorry attempt at flirtation before uttering, "Ew," and continuing to walk away.

Y/N's chest tightened at her feedback to his disheartening charisma that he ol' so tried desperately displaying to swoon her. He began to follow her. A few minutes later, they walked up to Principal Weems sitting at her desk, sipping tea out of a white mug, enjoying her day with no worries in the world. "Hey kids, how was the tour?" asked Weems. "It was great... until I realized that you allowed a mortal into a school of supernatural abominations. Are you trying to get him killed?" confronted Wednesday, her tone sounding firm.

Weems placed her mug on the desk previous to delivering her response to Wednesday's question, "No, of course not! I was just very considerate of Y/N's parents hard work to get him into this school. How would you feel if you traveled to another state just to put your child into a specific school and the principal of that school waved you off because your child was too 'normal'?" inquired Weems. "I would show you immense gratitude later on in life because you didn't let my mind boggling stupidity get my kid devoured." Weems rolled her eyes and let out a sigh at the girl's condescending tone before standing up from her chair and walking over to her. "Look, I'm sure that no one would feel the irrepressible urge to inflict major harm to this wonderful young man. And, even if they did, I'm sure you'll be a great bodyguard," the tall lady assured, bending down at the girl's level to enforce a feeling of ease.

Wednesday squinted at her words, feeling irritated at her neglectful attitude. "I will not be his bodyguard and he will not stay in this school!" She stated vigorously. "Do I need to reach the Board of Education to get this solved? Or can you actually do your job?" Weems raised at her threat with bulging eyes, animating with anger. "I don't take lightly to threats little girl, especially blackmail. So if I even have a tiny clue on you communicating with the Board, I'll have you expelled and sent to a therapeutic boarding school. I heard they have a good reputation of turning troubled kids lives around. They'll probably teach you some manners," she growled. She began to stroll back over to her desk, "You probably don't have a ounce of empathy in your body Wednesday, but I do," Weems declared as she sat back down in her seat, flinging her legs on the wide ebony table and raising the white mug to her lips which were covered in matte red lipstick. "Now, take Y/N to his beloved dorm," Weems smiled, suddenly changing her expression from anger to joy as she felt victorious in her and the girl's confrontation. Wednesday let out a irritated sigh and turned around to face Y/N scratching his head. "I would kind of like it if you was my bodygua-" Y/N uttered before being cut off, "Shut up. Come on," she interrupted. "Alright," he obliged humorously.

They began on their way towards his dorm and when they finally arrived Y/N was confused at how empty it was. "Where's my roommate?" he asked. "You will not be having a roommate because you're a mortal. We're taking precautionary measures for your own safety. Be grateful," the girl informed. "I mean... you can be my roommate." Wednesday snapped his head at him, "It's called the boys dorm for a reason. Boys... only." "And I thought this school was called 'The School of Freaks' for a reason. But, as you can see there are exceptions," countered Y/N. Wednesday squinted his eyes at him whilst sauntering right up to him, emitting an intimidating aura. "Listen to me very closely and carefully mortal," she commanded, "I'm listening," Y/N responded facetiously. "I don't appreciate your awful attempts at the art of seduction. I'm a girl that is obsessed with death and macabre with the addition of a sadistic streak and you're a boy that's... just a boy. I don't have any intentions of romance with you considering the fact that you probably won't even be here long enough to experience that. So get whatever disgusting thoughts you have in that head of yours and throw it away to somewhere that you'll never see again. But anyways, goodbye." The girl walked out of the room and the sound of the door closing behind her echoed throughout the dorm.

The boy felt clueless on what to do next. He dropped his bags on the floor prepartory to uttering, "What the hell has my parents got me into?"

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basicallyanotherwitchesthing · 8 months

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Dr. Raymond Buckland - A Pocket Guide To The Supernatural - Ace - 1969

#witches #aces #occult #vintage #a pocket guide to the supernatural #pocket guide #supernatural #ace books #raymond buckland #occultist #lecturer #1969

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akkivee · 3 months

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so like, via canon and arb, we’ve seen kuukou guide, seal, and banish supernatural stuff; he helped a ghost pass to the next life peacefully and his hypnosis ability is to seal lol

it’s only in arb that we’ve seen the need for kuukou to banish spirits, and tho technically those instances never happened lol, he’s been shown to be bad at it. which i think is pretty interesting!!!! so he’s good at leading and perhaps keeping, but bad at sending away huh 🤔

#vee queued to fill the void #i was thinking about making this post quite literally the day before arb dropped those previews #where it looks like kuukou’s role is to banish a ghost in that movie lol #it’s a role so i can’t imagine he’ll fail but what if #and if so arb needs to get out of my head lmao how are we always connected when it comes to kuukou LOL #bat’s got a ‘welcome all’ theme to them which is why i think kuukou might be bad at banishing ghosts lol #kuukou’s good at guiding bc he’s a leader (and a monk lol) he’s good at sealing bc he doesn’t want people to leave #and maybe being bad at banishing is the other side of that coin??? keeping people by his side we’re all family don’t leave thing #kuukou’s supernatural abilities have only been shown once lol so it’s unlikely we’ll see it again #BUT HYPMIC HAS CLONES SO YOU NEVER KNOW LMAO

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jensensgotyoudean · 2 years

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Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester in The Winchesters (TV Guide)

#Jensen Ackles #jensenedit #dean winchester #deanwinchesteredit #the winchesters #Jensen #supernatural #myedit #edits made from a magazine with lighting issues and staples are challenging lol #I call this my “watercolor effect #tv guide #wet hair

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burntsecrets · 2 months

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I'm doing a panel on how to write fanfiction 😆

So my town is having a comic con and entertainment expo, like a small version of Chicago's C2E2.

I signed up to do a panel titled "Beyond Canon: Mastering the Art of Fanfiction Writing." My reason behind doing this panel is to get people excited about writing, as I lead our local writing group.

In the panel, I want to touch on the following:

Introduction to Fanfiction: Define what fanfiction is and its significance in popular culture. Discuss its history and evolution.

Understanding Canon: Emphasize the importance of knowing the source material (canon) thoroughly before writing fanfiction. Discuss ways to research and interpret canon material.

Types of Fanfiction: Explore different genres and styles of fanfiction, such as alternate universe (AU), crossover, fluff, angst, and smut. Discuss the unique challenges and opportunities each genre presents.

Respecting Canon vs. Taking Creative Liberties: Discuss the balance between staying true to canon and taking creative liberties in fanfiction. Explore the ethics of altering or expanding upon established elements of the source material.

Feedback and Community Engagement: Discuss the role of feedback and community engagement in the fanfiction writing process. Explore platforms and communities where writers can share their work, receive feedback, and connect with fellow fans.

Legal and Ethical Considerations: Touch upon legal and ethical considerations surrounding fanfiction, such as copyright issues and respecting the rights of original creators.

The Impact of Fanfiction: Reflect on the broader cultural impact of fanfiction, including its role in fostering community, creativity, and literary analysis.

Q&A Session: Open the floor to questions from the audience, allowing attendees to seek clarification, share their own experiences, and engage in discussion.

Throughout the panel, I want to highlight some incredible fanfictions that have transcended their origins and made their mark in mainstream media as books, TV shows, or movies.

If you know of any fanfictions that have been turned into books, TV Shows, or movies please leave them below! If you have any thoughts or insights on what I should cover in specific areas, I'd appreciate your thoughts below! 😊

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