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For the character opinion meme: Garth?

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff
best quality: He’s super nice but he’ll call you out on your shit when need be. 
worst quality: He’s a little clingy if you ask me. 
ship them with: Top Three: 1) Dean 2) Donna (come on, they’d be so fucking cute together) 3) Sam
brotp them with: Castiel, All of the Wayward Crew
needs to stay away from: Anyone who could hurt him. 
misc. thoughts: I really love Garth, actually. He’s a good bean and I don’t want anything bad to happen to him. Also, I think he’s cute in his own way. He’s not super attractive imo, but he’s cute in a way. 

Thanks! 

Demon!Dean o.O

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff
best quality: Does Demon!Dean have any good qualities? I mean, for a jackass character he’s a decent jackass but I don’t know if there’s anything “good” about him. 
worst quality: Idk, he’s a demon with a general disrespect for human life and his car. He’s a burrito of worst qualities. 
ship them with: Top Three (currently) are 1) Abaddon 2) Ketch 3) Meg
brotp them with: Demon!Dean doesn’t get friends, but I guess Crowley b/c that’s canon. 
needs to stay away from: Everyone. 
misc. thoughts: I will always and forever be bitter that Demon!Dean wasn’t around longer and wasn’t a darker character. Like, they could’ve done so much with him. He could have been an interesting exploration of Dean’s psyche and a kind of fucked up catharsis for any and all baggage he’d been dealing with. Or he could’ve been more restrained at first, slowing giving way to his more baser urges. Alas, no. So I’m gonna be bitter about that shit forever. Also, fanon!Demon!Dean who’s a monster is always better than canon!karaoke singing!Demon!Dean. 

Thanks!

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Fic title – Just Stop Already

Sorry this took so long, I was pretty stumped. 

DCJ. Canonverse. Divergent…. somewhere around season 6/7/8-ish. 

Jimmy’s been riding shotgun in his own body long enough to know what’s going on unspoken between Dean and Cas. He knows the look in Dean’s eyes and he knows the churning emotions Castiel is developing aren’t just about the bigger picture of heaven and hell and humanity. There’s not a whole lot he can do about it, though. 

That is until after the whole Godstiel fiasco. After he wakes up in the home of a strange woman, completely alone in his own body, he’s not sure what he should do. He finds Amelia and Claire, happy without him and he doesn’t even bother barging in and ruining their lives… again. The only thing left to do, really, is find Dean and figure out what the hell happened to Cas. That’s easier said than done, though, because Castiel isn’t answering and Dean… 

Jimmy understands. He knows their baggage, their lingering looks, their longing. He’s lived it, after all. It just doesn’t help that Dean still looks at him like he’s the angel, or that Jimmy finds himself wishing that he could either make it stop or make a move. He’s not sure if whether or not it’s a mistake when they tumble into bed together, desperately wishing things were different. 

And then, wouldn’t you know it, Castiel pops back in, a whisp of his former angelic glory, desperate for a safe haven. Heaven isn’t pleased and they’re looking for him. Jimmy says yes once more, and in doing so subjects all three of them to a brand new level of hellish longing. 

Fic title: Only When I’m Dreaming

Destiel. Canonverse. Heavy Angst. Drug Abuse. Divergent after 13×01. (So MCD y’all) 

It’s been months since Cas died. Months since Dean burned his body. Months since Mom disappeared through that rift and the world got a whole lot darker. Perhaps that’s why Dean isn’t on his A game and gets snatched by a djinn and wakes up a mechanic, living in Wichita with his husband Cas and their adopted daughter. Mom’s there, alive. Sam’s married to Eileen and they have a kid. It’s beautiful, even if Dean knows it’s a lie. It’s all over when Sam shows up, though, tearing through the dream and saving Dean’s life. In some ways, it’s worse than watching everything fall apart all over again. 

But… it gives Dean an idea. If the djinn weren’t feeding off their victims, maybe the poison wouldn’t actually be that bad. Maybe. If Dean takes some, well… no one needs to know. 

The poison, it turns out, provides not one but a million opportunities for Dean to have what he really wants. He can re-live high school fumbling his way through a school boy crush, a sailor with a strange sea creature trapped in his net, a movie star with a cocky, stubborn co-star. In every one he’s got Cas and Sam and everyone he’s ever lost. In every one he’s got a second chance to do it right. 

Except Dean finds himself needing a higher and higher dose to fall asleep and he’s taking longer and longer to wake and Sam is getting suspicious. 

that blurb based on the title ‘a study in motion’ made me cry. as someone who struggles with bipolar disorder it’s always uplifting to see representation in fanfiction especially when your personality is already similar to the character. thank you for that.

Oh! Hugs for you! 

I’m sorry I made you cry but I’m glad they were happy tears! As someone who also struggles with mental health issues, portraying mental illness and all the good, bad, and strange that goes with it is really important to me. I’m glad that showing just a little of it, even in a small blurb, was uplifting for you. 🙂 

Made up Fic title: A Study in Motion

Destiel. Modern AU. 

Castiel has a normal life. He’s got a nice job, a nice apartment, a nice car. It’s all generally nice, really, but it’s boring. He can’t remember the last time he did anything to shake up his routine, outside of occasionally buying lunch instead of bringing it from home. He’s mostly okay with it, but his cousin Balthazar, decidedly isn’t. That’s how Castiel finds himself in a swing class at the community center, pairing up with the only person who seems to be a worse dancer than he is, Dean Winchester. 

A few classes later he finds himself sharing drinks with Dean, then a few months later they’re sharing kisses. It’s easy. It’s comfortable. It’s fun. 

But there’s one thing Dean hadn’t mentioned. One thing Castiel becomes very aware of one day he shows up to Dean’s apartment, unannounced, to a room full of half-built model planes and his new boyfriend rattling on for fifteen minutes about… marketability? flea markets? model glue? 

Turns out, Dean’s bipolar, and Castiel is going to have to learn to roll with the punches and learn how to navigate these new highs and lows of life. 

(Now with more dancing as metaphor!) 

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Fic title: The great bunny slipper war

Sastiel. Canonverse. Feat: the eldritch bunker!

Dean likes to tease his brother for everything he possibly can but the latest in a long line of tiny things that really aren’t that big of a deal are the bunny slippers. It’s not like Sam cares, really, but they’re comfortable and soft and Dean can get over himself. It gets worse, however, when Cas finds his own pair of pastel pink bunny slippers because these ones squeak. 

Well, if Dean’s gonna be a jerkass about it, maybe it’s time to a couple of jerkasses right back. Que bunny slippers, bunny footie pajamas, bunny ears, and stuffed bunnies everywhere – Dean’s bed, the showers, the trunk of the Impala, literally everywhere. It’s all fun and games until a truce is called and everyone decides to go back to normal. 

Or… almost everyone. Most of the bunny stuff was supposed to go out in the dumpster, so who the hell decided to put it all in the library? And why is there more in the kitchen? And the pool? …Wait since when did they have a pool?? 

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Fic title: Okay this just got weird

College AU. 

Dean, Cas, Sam, Charlie, Jo, and Benny are all hanging out in the dorms drinking their prohibited PBR when they decide to play a little game of “never have I ever”. It starts with your usual, “never have I ever had sex with an ex after a break-up” “never have I ever gotten so drunk I passed out” “never have I ever been skinny dipping” and then it gets… odd. 

Enter a series of strange things that no one should have ever really done but some of them have anyway. (And yes, there will be references to tentacles.) 

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Made up fic title: Witching Hour

I’ve written a few lighter witch AUs recently so I think I’m gonna go darker with this one. 

Setting: New England forest. Vague time period but definitely not the 21st century. 

Rey runs away from home and her abusive uncle and gets lost in the woods. She’s cold, starving, and frightened when she runs across what looks like and abandoned bonfire. The coals are still hot so she gathers up some nearby kindling and a few logs and starts herself a small fine. Suddenly, from the shadows, a man approaches. She’s terrified but all he does is talk to her. He knows a lot about her, apparently, and it’s unnerving. Still, she can’t help but feel compelled to listen and to speak when he asks her questions. She finds herself pouring out her life story before she can stop herself. He offers her a deal; she’ll find her way out of the woods, and she’ll never be at the mercy of any human being ever again. She’ll never be powerless ever again. All he asks of her is a single kiss. It’s odd, but she accepts. 

Rey then wakes up just outside the woods and things start to get… weird. Things she’s wanted but never dared hope for just start to happen. Her uncle drops dead and leaves the house to her. A great job practically falls in her lap. Other people just sort of bend to her will. It’s odd, but it’s kind of nice! At least, until that shadowy man shows up again and starts making demands. 

Maybe she should’ve been more wary before charging off into the woods, before burning god knows what over an open flame, before kissing a strange man in the middle of the night. Maybe then she wouldn’t be in service to the devil himself. 

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