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mellowwillowy · 9 months

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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬

Yan! Circus Performers x GN!Reader

(Feel free to insert the Yans yourself, I will tag some that could work by the ending)

TW: Body horror and details (Yans and Reader), general Yan warnings, proceed with caution. (Gore level: 1.5)

Darker than night, deep in the woods you'll find Standing alone, a circus that no one knows

Was it a mistake for you to wander into the woods? With a pamphlet in your hand, you strayed into the woods to see the circus. The pair looked so adorable, the two of them looked alike as though they were only mirroring each other. Although their face looked sad, the two sounded cheerful…. as though they were trying to cover their cries…

Children who can't even carry the trembling limbs they were born with

Master of all, nearly ten meters tall Watching the show, eyes that will slowly grow

Yet no one had ever seen the Master of the Circus.

All who perform smile with faces torn Happy with glee, strange as they look to me

You looked at everyone. The pair of Aces looked into you as they laughed merrily, reminding you of the Ace that you never got in a game of blackjack. The other performer offered you their hand as though they were asking you for a dance. A dance, with a performer that was at least 6 meters tall, oh how amazing.

Shall the fun start? Follow me to the Dark Woods Circus Please, join the festivity

The pair of Ace ran into the circus, and their laugh rang endlessly. The tall performer's back was tapped by another performer who was just as tall as them.

They smile as they dream of their mother's embrace

Come and see the two-headed (freak) of nature

The pair of Ace smiled eerily, both of their hands clasped to each other, the cloak covering their bodies taken off revealing stitched bodies. ""Oh what fun! Come, child of human! Kekekekeke…"" Their laugh was just as mirrored as their appearance and fate!

Gaze at a siren, her flesh deformed

"Don't you find me beautiful, dove? Do you perhaps envy me? Truth is that I envy you instead." They held your hand, their eyes unable to find yours and yet they envy your beauty.

Fear the all-eating beast and his love for cold Decaying meals that once were warm

The man's arms were bound to his back, the only thing he could do was feast what was placed in front of him! The woman next to him buried her head into her knees, her surroundings were painted in red wine. "It's delicious, they are delicious, Mother, it tastes so good. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm SORRY" "Kekeke, do you have more for us to eat? We'd like to eat you but… a shame… love… heart… kekekeke…"

Did we ask to breathe? Did we ask to only be abused, Living in bodies like these?

The pair of tall performers started dancing, twirling, spinning lovingly as they tried not to step on you. Their eyes stared into each other, dared not to make any mistake with their steps. ""Perhaps it would be nice for the three of us to dance together?"" Their voice rang as their eyes looked down, staring into yours. "It won't hurt that much, dove" "They'll just break and attach a new pair of legs on you, dove"

When you look at me, what is it that you see? Now a face rotting and torn at the seams

"See? I knew you were beautiful." The pair of Ace took off their blindfold, their eyes bore into yours. "So beautiful, a pair of legs, a pair of eyes, and a face that doesn't rot! You look like a dove!"

Through the pain I scream, how "it hurts so badly" "But we can't help it or do anything"

"Don't you think you'll look even more beautiful if you look exactly like one?"

As the girl would weep, telling me this sadly We perform, always the circus repeats

"Or perhaps we could clip your wings." "That way, you are forever bound to us." The pair laughed again, this time their hands were unclasped, reaching out to you.

How I love the show! How I love it all so! Can you see how fun a circus can be?

The pair of Ace jumped, their voice filling the whole circus as they cheered endlessly.

As our flesh decays and our eyes melt away With a face rotting, it's fun every day

""Because we've found ourselves an injured Dove!! Cheer to everyone, Cheer to the deformity of our Master!!""

How I long to die, why am I still alive? Anyone help me escape from this life

"We have captured the Dove's heart! It decides to rest here!" "Let's clip their wings so that they can rest eternally!" "We'll share our food! The best lump of meat you could ever taste of!" ""Fear not, for the Dove could dance even without its wings"" """" Why do you look terrified, Dove? We LOVE you! We CHERISH you! We WANT you!""""

"You can never leave", yes, I have a feeling Long ago, someone had told this to me It is impossible for anyone to say and feel

"Welcome to the Dark Woods Circus"

A pair of hands placed upon your shoulder, their lip brushed the tip of your ear. Everyone bowed down toward the subject behind you.

"Master," Everyone greeted.

--- LOG END ---

(!Proceed with CAUTION!)

"Come visit the Dark Woods Circus!"

You handed people the pamphlets, your smile never leaving your face. While people could not see what was under the fabric covering your skin, you could feel your back throbbing with each second.

The rose sewn onto your face never withered but you could feel your sanity did. You could feel your guts dissolving all the meat you ate, they were no longer upset about the change of food. They were generous enough to share a rather large portion of it although they tend to bite you randomly.

The pair of Ace occasionally showed you tricks on how to fly while their hands roamed all over your skin.

The siren would sing for you while they felt their skin against yours.

The tall performers would also teach you how to twirl with them, although it truly was a shame they couldn't dance with you, perhaps just yet.

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Pair of Ace : Lyney and Lynette, Lucy-Lucius

All-Eating Beast: Dottore and Collei, Childe, Sampo, Killeon and Dorothy

Deranged Siren: Columbina, Venti, Jingyuan, Blade (sorry not sorry), Mysrymie

Tall Performers: Diluc and Jean, March and Danheng, 03 and 004

Master: Arlecchino, Pierro, Tsaritsa, Neuvillette, Unknown God, Zhongli, Kafka, ???

(Platonic, sharing, or not depends on you)

--- After notes

Lump of meat = Rotting meat or human flesh

Siren = Leg-less, immobile

Pair of Ace = 1 shared body

Tall Performers = man-made legs

Reader = clipped dove

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inafieldofdaisies · 6 months

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(WIP) Music Monday Tag | Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @thesingularityseries

The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.

I'm hungry like a wolf I bleed like a wolf I'm lost and I'm lonely I hunger for you only Don't leave me now, don't break the spell In heaven, lost my taste for hell Taste for hell I'm hunted like a wolf I feed, I feed like a wolf I'm lost and I'm lonely I hunger for you only Don't leave me now, don't break the spell Into the wild with me, Into the wild

Under the stars Pull yourself from the tar Black lakes were glistenin' Use your hand to stop the ripplin' Now we're still again, so we're setting fires Burn the rest, crawl on the pyre Watch the smoke fill the air The dark ain't goin' nowhere I, I'm waiting for the slow waxing and wane I'm watchin' for that soft lunar decay The night can't hide you Or the dark that comes too

Sleep with me, worship me Pray like I'm your god Find the light in my voice Treat us like It's blasphemy, pray we don't get caught Let me be your only choice Confess to me I'll be your judge Promise I'll condemn Question your belief in me I'll deny you of salvation I'll be the reason you repent Kiss me like I'm a conviction Beg for divinity in my breath

Couldn't wait to see you from another side I was on my way, you on my mind So we, we talk it out again I was hoping we could keep our love on side Couldn't lose a friend, couldn't decide We say we need talk again So oh, I don't mind anytime of day is fine Wishing that I'd never kept it bottled up I was half alive so long Now my love is lost A lonely show And I know it's sad to see you in another light to me still I wait for your call but you're not there anymore

Listen, sad puppy breaks my heart, he gets to break yours too, so I'm not alone :D

Tagging @adelaidedrubman @direwombat @strafethesesinners @strangefable @unholymilf @purplehairsecretlair @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @trench-rot @madparadoxum @voidika @macs-babies @florbelles @theelderhazelnut @harmonyowl @cassietrn @aceghosts @shellibisshe @jillvalentinesday @clicheantagonist

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zzoomacroom · 3 months

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Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like).

Thank you for the tag, @kydrogendragon! 💗💗💗

Today I've been working on outlining the Retired!Dream mpreg fic (sequel to "The Seeds Are Bursting, The Springs Are Seeping"), which is turning out to be a lot longer and more involved than I originally planned. I'm researching and learning a lot about goddesses of fertility/pregnancy/childbirth! Yes, this is a very cracky fic, but I'm having fun with it. 😅

The last thing I actually wrote is from "Nothing But Flowers," which is my 2089 fic where Hob is the last person on Earth. This scene is a flashback that takes place right after the beach dream from Sunday Mourning, although I fiddled around with the timeline for plot reasons so that he talks to Death after that dream instead of before (there's an in-universe explanation for that later in the story, but I might cut that out if it gets too convoluted).

Content warnings: heavy angst, Hob being really mean and unfair to Death (don't worry, it all gets resolved and everyone lives happily ever after...eventually):

He remembers being happy when he awoke. He was still crying, and exhausted, and more than a little drunk, but happy. Morpheus had said he loved him. He’d said he’d come back. But Death said otherwise. It had taken him a moment to place her, but he recognized her when he awoke. He had flashes of memory—meeting her on the battlefield, on frozen winter streets, at the bottom of a lake. He told her about the dream he’d had. He thought she’d be happy that he was alive after all. But when he told her he had faith that he would be back, that he’d promised he would wait, she had simply given him a sad smile. “That was just a dream, Hob,” she says gently, like she’s talking to a bloody child. “He’s gone. He took my hand and I brought him to the Sunless Lands.” “I don’t believe you,” he says flatly. “It’s never just a dream. You should know that, you’re his sister.” “I’m sorry, Hob,” is all she says in reply. Her kind, dark eyes brim with tears, and for a moment she looks just like him, even though they look about as different as two siblings possibly can. “No. That’s a load of bollocks,” he declares. How can she be so infuriatingly calm about this? How can that be all she has to say? “And if you are right, you ought to be ashamed of yourself for taking him. Sorry excuse for a sister, you are.” That was over the line. He knows it the moment the words are out of his mouth. But he continues to stare her down defiantly. Her smile only falters for a second, and in that second he sees her as she truly is. He sees the rot and decay, the pointless waste of billions of lives, the darkness at the end of it all. He sees a wolf doggedly pursuing its prey through the bleak winter night, tearing into tender flesh, spilling blood on the snow, leaving the bones for the vultures. He sees the inevitable end of all things, all creatures, even himself. His breath hitches, but he does not look away. “You only see half of the truth, Hob. He made his choice, as you made yours.” Her eyes are still warm, but her voice has turned icy. “Which reminds me: do you still wish to live?” “You...how dare you? No, really, how fucking dare you?” he snaps. “You don’t get to ask me that. And at a time like this...yes, I bloody well still want to live. And no, I’ll never want to stop living. Not if it means you will be the one waiting for me at the end. Leave me the fuck alone, and don’t bother asking again.” He knows he’s being unfair. Childish. Cruel. He doesn’t care. “Even if you’re right—and I don’t believe you are, not for a second—but if you’re right, if it’s true I’ll never see him again, I’m still never going to die. I promise you that.” She waits impassively while he finishes his tirade. She smiles again, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes this time. “Very well. You’ve made your choice, although you may come to regret it one day. But if that’s what you wish, then I won’t speak to you again unless you call for me. Goodbye, Hob.” He doesn’t answer. And then she’s walking away, leaving him slumped over his beer (or had he been sitting under a tree? Had she even been there at all?). He buries his face in his hands and weeps silently. He really hadn’t believed her, at first. But now...now he thinks she must have been telling the truth, much as he hates to admit it. It’s been sixty years and not a single word. True, he’s gone more than double that without seeing him, but...it’s different now. He dreams about him sometimes, of course, but it’s not him. He knows the difference. Besides, it’s not like dreams mean anything anymore, not without him to govern them. It’s just his desperate, pathetic mind reminding him of what he’s lost. She must have been right. She would know better than anyone, after all. He’d just been too stupid and too stubborn to accept it. He’s gone, and Hob is all alone, and that’s that.

No pressure tags: @tryan-a-bex @tj-dragonblade @fleabagoftheendless @signiorbenedickofpadua @delta-pavonis @mallory-x and anyone else who wants to join in! (If anyone I tagged has already been tagged, feel free to link your post in the comments if you want! I'm always curious about what my mutuals are working on!)

#last line challenge #last line tag game #tag games #dreamling fic #that was a lot longer than one line. whoops.#zoom says stuff #zoom writes

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oogaboogaspookyman · 3 months

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youtube

[IT'S A ME]

[1]

It's been decades since i have seen another mortal soul in front of me

My head had deteriorated alongside with the land, i feel like i died

*ya no wonder you look like a creep don't fuckin' touch Gf she's taken and doesn't accept absolute horrid creatures like you mfer*

[2]

Decades trapped inside this MOTHERFUCKING CONSOLE

Everything around me fell apart just like my brain, Super Mario is now no more

*dayum yeah that be rough but did i ask? Fucker?*

(I HAD DECAYED)

[3]

No turning back now, the damage is done

Let's see if you'd like it if i were to pull you apart too!

*yeah you a bitch fuck off go bother someone else, sonic.exe wannabe I AM GOD head ass bitchass dumbass stupid ass goofyass no bitches having ass*

[4]

I'm gonna have a lotta fun tearing you apart, inch by agonizing inch!

The both of you are gonna be my playthings 'till the very end!

*what did i fuckin' say. EXEs never change, it's all the same damn thing y'know, so cheesy it's even funny man shut up*

[5]

It's-a me, just Super Mario in the flesh!

This old plumber is gonna shove your innards inside a pipe, they'll never find your body before you rot!

*yeah yeah same ol' same ol' bs shut yo ass up you're annoying*

(you're gonna rot inside the pipes, and nobody will ever tell you're GONE)

[6]

It's been decades since i had seen another human being in my now godly presence

My humanity had become naught but a faint memory in the depths of my subconcious

Do you know the feeling of your soul watching your own body rotting and fading away, so powerless?

*don't fuckin' trauma dump on me you bitch fuck you, dipshit*

(ME, I HAVE DIED)

(YET, I CAN BREATHE)

[7]

Kill you

I'll kill you, rip you up into little pieces

Eat your remains, your innards, you're gonna die!

*🖕😐🖕* (AUTHOR'S NOTE: wHEEZE-)

[8]

Decades trapped inside this stupid fucking console, left to ROT

I WATCHED MY OWN BODY DIE WITH MY OWN EYES

*yeah that's definetly traumatic but did i fuckin' ask* (author's note: MAN FUCK OFF)

(YOU'RE GONNA DIE LIKE I HAVE BEFORE)

[9]

LET'S NOT WASTE ANY MORE TIME

I'M ABOUT TO RIP OUT YOUR SPINE

YOUR SOUL WILL BELONG TO ME

YOUR FLESH WILL BE ALL MINE TO EAT

NOW THE BOTH OF YOU WILL BE MY PLAYTHINGS

YOUR FATE WAS SET IN MOTION THE MOMENT YOU LAID YOUR EYES ON THE CARTRIDGE

YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE HELL YOU'VE UNLEASHED UPON YOURSELF

*oh no the track just became even more of a banger oh nooo this means bad things are gonna happen whatever will i doooooo fuck you*

[10]

NOW, LET'S SET THIS SHIT STRAIGHT, PLAY OUR ONE THRILLING GAME

LET'S PLAY TAG, SEE IF YOU CAN OUTRUN MY KNIFE, LITTLE BLUEBALLS BOY

*okay- out of character here- i love how i'm so like "man shut yo bitchass up i don't want no killer Mario tryna ruin my day fuck you" meanwhile for some reason Bf is canonically afraid for his life and his Gf's safety like- YOU'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE AND YOU SURVIVED BECAUSE THEY WERE FUCKING STUPID AS SHIT MY GUY oh wait good part incoming hol' up*

(GO ON)

(RUN OFF)

(TRY ME)

[11]

GO AHEAD AND TRY, RUN FROM ME AND DELAY THE INEVITABLE, SEE IF IT DOES YOU ANY GOOD, KEEP YOUR SOUL AWAY FROM ME

[12]

THE FLAMES OF MY HELLHOLE WILL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE BEFORE YOU EVEN SET FOOT IN YOUR MORTAL REALM

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FUCK WITH THE WRONG FORCES OUTSIDE OF YOUR CONTROL

NOW YOU WILL PAY

*OOOHHHH*

*oh yo this is actually awesome hold ON YO*

*YOOOOO*

(IT'S-A ME, JUST SUPER MARIO, ABOUT TO SHOW YOU THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS)

[WE'RE GONNA HAVE SO MUCH FUN]

[JUST ME AND YOU]

#spooker's banger lyrics #mario madness #fnf #it was not leaving me alone so yeah #here ya go it's cheesy as fuck on purpose #Youtube #SoundCloud

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blackholelynn · 2 years

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His Salvation - Part Four

<- Read Part Three

Summary: You have left your old life behind and started over with Dean, but you soon realize that you know almost nothing about the hunter you now live with.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, aftermath of grief/loss, description of suffocation, swearing - these warnings are for the series of parts as a whole, so while some of these warnings may not apply on this part, they will apply for future parts.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: This part is full of Cas and Reader shenanigans, which was probably my favorite part of writing this sequel! I'm so happy to get this part out so you can all experience it too 😂 Enjoy!!

Series Tag List: @leigh70

Dean Winchester/Jensen Ackles Tag List: @siospins2

Supernatural Tag List: @hobby27

Also cross-posted on my AO3 account, you can read it here!

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Bright white linoleum walls surrounded you on all sides, corralling you into a room with a drain in the middle of the cement floor. The smell of death permeated around you – not rot or decay, but the pure and unadulterated smell of death. If you believed in such things, you would’ve thought that the grim reaper was looking over your shoulder as you gazed down on a victim’s corpse splayed on the examination table.

You swallowed thickly to try and get the bile in your throat to dissipate and asked, “So, what’s next? I wasn’t here for this part.”

“We examine the victim.” Castiel’s tone remained clinical as he stayed zeroed in on the task at hand. He leaned in to get a better look at the victim’s chest, and a strained look passed across his face. Without any hesitation, he laid his hand flat across the corpse’s cold flesh and closed his eyes as if he were searching for something.

“Woah! Woah!” Your fingers gripped tightly around his wrist and wrenched his hand away from the dead body. “You can’t just touch the guy’s dead body without gloves! This is an active crime, and your fingerprints will be all over him if you do that.”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant, but regardless, I’m done with my examination on this one. I need to examine the others.” Another cold storage locker was already ajar, and the angel was already hauling another body out. When he noticed your hesitance, he rolled his eyes. “You’ll need to move it back to the drawer.”

Indignant anger flared up inside you, and you couldn’t help the rise in your voice. “Are you kidding me? ‘It’ is someone’s son or brother or father! These dead bodies were people, Castiel!” Your voice broke as your emotions got a chokehold on you, and you uneasily turned to hide your expression. “We are not just here to poke and prod corpses.”

Castiel’s cold and calculated exterior faltered for a moment but was just replaced by confusion. “But…that is exactly what we’re here to do?”

“No, we’re here to find out what has been murdering people in cold blood, and we’re going to stop whatever it is so it can’t hurt anyone else. They should still be respected.”

“They’re dead.”

“But their families and loved ones aren’t, and they deserve to be able to plan a proper burial,” you explained, your tone softening. You put yourself between Castiel and the victim he was trying to haul out of the cold storage locker and gently picked her body up. Her petite frame made carrying her a simple task despite the dead weight. The cold feeling of her skin made your own crawl, but you took your time and laid her on the following examination table as gently as possible.

This time Castiel’s movements were more ginger, and after a simple placement of his hand, he knew all the information he needed. You repeated the process with the other two victims in silence with a better understanding of how the other operated. It wasn’t effortless, but with time, you were sure that you and Castiel would get more accustomed to each other.

With the last examination completed, Castiel helped you put the bodies back in the drawers and wiped his brow from the effort. “This was definitely enlightening.”

“What did you find in the examinations?”

“All of the victims were slowly crushed to death, with antemortem fracturing in the sternum and ribs. There were punctures in two victims’ lungs from where the rib fragments were dislodged. It seems as though a great weight was put on their chest, almost like they were smothered by a large person,” the angel explained as he assisted you in tidying the room back to the way it was found.

You cocked a brow and gave him an incredulous look. “A larger person? For the smaller girl, I can understand that, but one of the guys looked like he was Mister Universe. No way someone is big enough that they would be able to smother him.”

“I agree, which is where we run into the issue. Whatever could have done this would have been a great size, but nothing out of the ordinary was seen around the time of death. That’s where the trail of evidence ends for the autopsies, so we’ll have to research through lore.”

“Ugh, I had enough of the library during the last case. Is it always piles and piles of books? Because I distinctly remember Sam and Dean being able to do some fighting, and that sounds like a really empowering experience.”

“You just want to punch things, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah,” you answered with a wide grin. When you saw Castiel’s affronted expression, you playfully smacked him on the shoulder. “Aw, come on! You can’t tell me that giving an evil monster a good ass-kicking isn’t therapeutic as hell!”

And I really need that right now. Buckets and buckets of therapy.

At your words, a small smile broke through his stern exterior, and he nodded along. “I do have to admit that hunting releases some pent-up aggression.”

“That’s the spirit! Now before we hit up the library, I say we grab lunch. My stomach is really needing a break.” Your statement did not mix with your environment, and you made a beeline from the morgue toward your newly stolen car. Keeping track of all these illegal vehicles really started becoming difficult, and you had no idea how the Winchesters managed.

“So…” you drawled, awkwardly picking up one of the greasy fries from your plate.

You sat in a booth at the local diner across from the angel, the only quiet table in the restaurant. Actually, you were nearly the only table in the whole restaurant. The sole other occupant was one man at the counter jovially talking to your waitress, which made the lack of conversation even more unbearable.

Castiel blankly responded, “So?”

His lack of substantial reply made it harder to think of how to continue the conversation, and you ended up on the only topic you could think of that you two had in common. “How long have you known Sam and Dean?”

“About five years.”

“Uh-huh…” When you realized he wasn’t going to elaborate, you pressed, “So…since you’re an angel, are you like their guardian angel?”

A genuine bemused smile crossed Castiel's face for the first time since you met him, and he chuckled, “No, I wouldn’t say that. I feel that Dean would be scandalized by that description of me.”

Progress! You felt that Castiel was opening up, and it was making the atmosphere much lighter. You couldn’t help chuckling along with him, thinking about how offended Dean would become at the prospect of him needing a guardian angel. However, your pleasant thoughts quickly turned against you as the memory of Dean reminded you of your argument and the letter you left in your wake. A sickly feeling of guilt settled in your stomach, and you stopped eating the food in front of you.

Castiel noticed your change in demeanor and gently inquired, "I don't mean to pry, but I have been curious as to why you left the bunker. I only ask because it seems that you're conflicted about the decision."

"It's…complicated." You crossed your arms on the table after pushing your food away. "I just feel that I moved way too fast."

"Moved where? To the bunker?"

Castiel's innocent confusion spurred by your wording caused a fond smile to find its way to your face. "In a way, yes. But I meant that I moved too fast in the relationship. I'm worried I might've been so scared of this new world filled with monsters that I latched onto a new relationship when I didn't even know enough about Dean to know what I was getting into."

"What kind of things would you need to know? I had thought human relationships were built upon mutual attraction?"

God, if only.

You mulled through your thoughts before deciding the best way to explain relationships to a celestial being. "Attraction is a big part, but there are a lot of factors to relationships. I can't explain them all, but you get a feeling when it's going to work and when it's not. I want Dean and I to work, but I just can't figure him out. He has a lot of self-hatred going on."

Castiel nodded, his rigid posture relaxing as he leaned back in the booth with an exasperated expression. "Yes. Yes, he does. I find it difficult to assure him when he is in that mindset."

"Aha! So you know what I'm talking about! How he gets all withdrawn and broody?" With another nod from Castiel, you sighed in relief. So you weren't the only one baffled by Dean's behavior. "It's at least a bit reassuring to know he's not just like that with me."

"No, it's certainly not just you. That's Dean's nature."

"But that's also what I meant when I said I didn't know what I was getting into." You stiffened as a darker realization fell over you. "I still don't know what I'm getting into."

Castiel met your eyes and spoke sincerely, "I typically am not one to take advice from, but if anyone knows uncertainty, it would be me. From the moment I met the Winchesters, my entire life changed. I rebelled against Heaven after serving for centuries, and after all was said and done, I wasn't sure who I had become. I had no idea how to live without orders or a chain of command."

"But here you are in a crappy diner, hunting with me. So I take it you figured it out?"

"I'm still trying, but I have a better idea now. I spent a lot of time on my own and made a lot of mistakes on the way."

The waitress dropped off the check at your table without a word to avoid disrupting your serious conversation, but you decided it would be best to keep things moving and grabbed the small slip. "Guess this means we should get going. Which means the next stop is a whole bunch of boring reading." You laid a few bills on the table and stood up, stretching to limber up your muscles. The greasy food made you feel sluggish and tired.

"Yes, that would be for the best," Castiel agreed, standing up as well.

You could see his walls slowly rising back up, and you stopped him before he made his way to the door. "I just want to thank you, by the way."

"For what, exactly?"

"For telling me how you navigated life after it got turned upside down. That's what has been so difficult, moving past the trauma and finding my new normal."

Castiel seemed to relax again, and his eyes softened. "I am sure that you will find that 'normal' again. Only you will be able to tell what that is."

His words resonated inside your head, and although your conversation lapsed into an easy silence on the way to the car, you were contemplating what that normal could be.

You had left to learn about hunting and create equal ground between Dean and you, but how were you expected to know what Dean needed when you didn't even know what you needed? That thought began to create a sense of dread as you didn't want to lose your sense of self simply because you were pouring all of your efforts into a relationship to escape complicated feelings.

You started to wonder if returning to the bunker was even the choice you wanted to make. After the hunt. Focus on the hunt. Your grip on the steering wheel was deathly tight the entire way to the library.

Continue to Part Five ->

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the-writers-bookshelf · 2 years

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Hey, Aubrey! Happy be-earlied Fab Friday! :D Just as I'd anticipated, I'm here to send you an early Fab Friday ask so I don't forget.

So, I have two concepts I wanna rant about. I'll try to keep them short since there's two.

So #1: my concepts for the new WIP.

So, I decided against doing nano after all. I just have too much going on to have the motivation to write regularly right now tbh and for the first time since the first time I did nano, I have no shame in it. :) I tried, I thought I could but I learned I couldn't. And it would be hypocritical of me, with how much I preach to allow yourself to take breaks without shame or guilt, for me to then feel bad about quitting nano. :)

But I've written a bit of that WIP since the last Fab Friday and it's already great. I'm so excited to continue it!

I'm gonna post a really short snippet from it instead of talking about it itself.

The day they exiled us, my parents tried to fight for our freedoms… and in the end, they lost their lives for it. They were martyrs in the cause of justice and fairness for my kind. I still never, not ever forget that fact.

The 2nd thing I wanna talk about is less about a WIP (for now) and more about the character the WIP is about.

So first of all, if you've never heard it yet, I recommend the song 1000%, but the WIP was inspired by the song How Villains Are Made by Madalen Duke. PHENOMENAL, haunting song, beautiful. And the second I heard the first few lines, the images of a villain going through their villain arc of BECOMING the villain raced through my mind. I have since then (last night) been working on her. Her name is Yvonne Scarlett Johanna (it was gonna be Johansson but then I was like 😬😬😬 oh right I love that name because it's an actress that I adore xD).

Anyway, she's secretly an artist. Has been tagging buildings since she was 14 or so. She accidentally killed her first victim, which was a police officer that had caught her tagging a building when she was 21 or 22 (I can't remember the exact age I wrote down).

Her calling card is what I'm REALLY EXCITED about though. She does graffitti that shows their faces but it's unique because one side of the face is all dolled up like they're going on a fancy date or something and the other side is like a decaying face, blood dripping from the face, rotting flesh, the whole nine yards. And to finish the scene, the corpse has paintbrushes (which were not used in the art, it's just for the art's sake) hanging out of the mouth. Her motivation, you ask? To show the world that art can change the world/make a difference.

I have a feeling she's gonna show up in one of my bigger projects because I'm already in love with her. xD I'm thinking she might be one of the killers that Belinda's ex, Ruby, who also happens to be Ikuisuus' first love interest (These are characters from a like 3-4 year old writing project called Death Has a Face) was going after. Ruby was a serial killer that killed serial killers xD and she dated Belinda to go after her. I think that Yvonne might be another woman she had figured out who she was and planned to kill. But I'm thinking maybe something caused her to change her mind.

Anywayyyy! This is so long, I'm sorry. I've been so excited to rant and ramble about my thoughts and ideas.

I am ALREADY in love with Yvonne!!! She sounds like a character who would make me scoop up a book off the shelf in a HEARTBEAT!!!

Also kudos to you for assessing whether you want to/have time for NaNo. Sometimes it can get really easy to overcommit, especially if you've been doing NaNo for a long time and you don't want to miss out.

But it's super important to prioritize your well-being, your mental health, and your energy alongside your writing ♥

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