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we ripped up the ending... and rules... and destiny... leaving nothing but freedom and choice.
The Spring Drabble Chain is here!
You don’t have to be in the server to participate, as we’re running two chains simultaneously: one in our server, and one here on tumblr.
HOW IT WORKS:
- Our mod @deansmultitudes will start you off. Always check the notes to see the latest reblog with the updated list of prompts.
- Then anyone can tap in! Choose one of the prompts, reblog the post with your drabble and replace the prompt you chose with one of your own.
- Post your drabble and then the updated prompt list below the previous person. Be quick! This is a live challenge and there’s a chance someone might steal the prompt you have your eye on.
- You can tap in as many times as you want, just be sure to give everyone else a chance. There’ll also be a separate chain in our server if you’d like to join in both places! Link at the bottom of the post!
- The chain will end at 11:59 PM GMT on Sunday 18th April.
THE DETAILS:
- There’s no word count limit, but bear in mind that each prompt can only be filled once. When it’s gone, it’s gone!
- We’re opening this to all themes, but please remember to tag appropriately.
- Post your drabble and the updated prompt list below a ‘read more’ cut. This could end up a long post, so the only visible text above the cut should be the prompt you chose, relevant warnings, and a line or two of your drabble.
- If you have any questions, feel free to send us a message here or in our discord server!
LIST OF PROMPTS
1. Busking/Street Performance
2. Cigarette ash
3. “Have a little faith.”
4. A day that lasts forever
5. Ink-stained hands
6. “What have you done?”
7. Tattoo
8. Competitive
9. “Please, please, do me a favour and never say that again.”
10. Goosebumpsprompt: cigarette ash
warnings: smoking, mentions of violence & torture, mention of cancer
Dean rests his head against the wall and takes a slow drag of his cigarette. The orange glow crawls closer to his inked knuckles, leaving ash in its wake. He keeps saying he only smokes to release some of the stress, but as the tufts of smoke leave his mouth, the tension never leaves his shoulders.
prompt: ink-stained hands
warnings: implied smut.
Castiel loves through his art.
What might not be attainable for him in real life is his to shape, to caress, to adore when he smears ink across a canvas. Where once a love might have eluded him, secretly he shared a part of it, a fragment of it in the early hours of the morning beneath a low-lit lamp that tints his skin golden orange.
CHAPTER 8 IS UP
Fic Title: The Unbroken
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: Explicit
Warnings/tags: Language, explicit sexual content, fluff & humor, angst with happy ending, pining, hurt/comfort, minor character death, canon typical violence, angel!castiel, grace/soul bond, first time, first kiss, badass!castiel, protective!dean, slow burnFic summary:
Dean’s life had been made of running. He ran from a curse that had desolated his life ever since he was a child — whenever he got hurt, he turned into a goddamn human-torch, killing everyone around him — and he ran from himself and his own self-loathing.
But managing all that at the end of a world full of Croats lurking around every corner was easier said than done.
Until a mysterious man with tousled dark hair paired with blue eyes as clear as the sky during a hot summer’s day stopped him from free falling, literally. In one fell swoop, the stranger had not only saved his life but also calmed the wildfire threatening to burn everything in its wake.
There was something about Castiel that made Dean want to stop running but also hid something darker — something Dean couldn’t quite put his finger on. And between soft, pillowy lips and feather-like fingerprints, Cas could very well shatter Dean’s world and maybe help save the whole world in return.
Tag list under the cut, let me know if you’d like to be added or removed.
I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You. [5x02 | 15x18]
happy holidays @galaxystiel from your @destielsecretsanta2020 secret santa! sorry this is late but since i didn’t know i would have to pinch hit until a couple of days after posting date, this was the quickest turn-around i could manage. i hope you like it!
Dean loved the holiday season. Of course he did, he made about a quarter of his annual income in December. People liked to eat baked goods on Christmas, go figure.
But he hated the holiday season, too. Every single day was busy, every hour was rush hour. Sometimes he didn’t get the last orders done until an hour after closing. He had seasonal hires, of course, but in the three years since he opened Rolling Scones, he’d always ended up underestimated how much extra help he needed.
Thankfully, things quieted as soon as Christmas was over. The last week of the year, while still busy, was a calm oasis compared to what came before. This meant that for the first time all month, Dean wasn’t busy with twelve other customers when Cas dropped by.
Cas had been coming to Rolling Scones twice a week, like clockwork, ever since he took over the flower shop next door a few months ago. Dean had been sad to see Mildred, the previous owner, go but he’d been prepared to welcome his new neighbor. He’d even set aside a complimentary piece of pie for him, because who didn’t like pie?
The first time Cas had come by, Dean had been so dazed that he almost forgot not to charge him for the pie. Dean hadn’t even thought he had a type when it came to men but here Cas had been to prove him wrong, handsome and charming and weird in the exact right way to come across as endearing rather than awkward.
He always came about half an hour before the lunch rush, ordering a cup of coffee and a new type of pastry every time. Then he hung around while he ate, talking with Dean if he wasn’t with another customer.
And yeah, maybe Dean treasured those quiet moments with Cas, learning about flowers and their symbolic meaning and explaining to him how to make the perfectly flaky pie crust. Maybe he looked forward to the days Cas would come by the rest of the week. Maybe he’d added a few items to his menu since Cas started frequenting, just to give him the incentive to keep coming.
It was called being a good business owner.
i just think like early seasons cas would try to imitate human behaviour he witnessed
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗
𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗
𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢
𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢
𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜
eyes: a study
rewatching Supernatural through canon destiel colored glasses [3/?]
I’d rather have you
We’ve been through much together, you and I.
