#Sam's fake magic book

[satoshy12]

Cat Hero Danny

The first thing Danny noticed as he woke up was that he was in a tube. And then he broke out. He had no idea what happened; the last thing he remembered was playing with that "magic" circle that Sam had looked at and what happened to him. It seems like he is reborn? Never again will they play with "fake" magic. Danny seems to be in the body of a clone of two people, one a mercenary and the other a thief. The body had no brain or similar, so it was just an empy husk. But at least this body has muscle memory.

Ah, who cares? He was always a hero, and he will stay a hero. That way, he became a cat-themed hero who works with a cute bat-themed girl! Cass was really nice as he meet her and he liked to spend time with her.

He gave her a Bat pet that he stole i mean saved from a lab. Cass was loving it!

As Batman learned about his daughter being in a romance with a cat hero, he did a background/DNA check, just to be sure. And then he had a long talk with Selina about why she never told him about having a child with Slade.

That was how Selina learned about her clone and found him while he was on a date with Cass. A/N

Danny's costume looks like Cat Noir.

So yes, Danny is the clone of Deathstroke and Selina Kyle.

The pet is a Noibat or Zubat.

Little Brother of Respawn

#danny phantom #danny fenton #Danny x Cass #cassandra cain #dp #dc #dcau #dc comics #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp + dc #batman #Selina Kyle #Respawn #Deathstroke #Danny is a clone of slade and Selina #don't play with magic #Sam Manson #Sam's fake magic book #Bruce Wayne #DNA test #Zubat #Noibat #Danny's Cat costume is Cat Noir

[timeoutsoup]

Dig You A Grave

Part 5

This is the next day.

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Klarion wakes from his well deserved sleep, to see his beloved feline resting on her cushion, next to him. Sitting up, a malicious grin spreads across his face. He is ready to plan his revenge on the Light.

Teekl stretches, then follows her witch boy as he begins to move around their dwelling.

“First things first Teekl, we plan.” A malicious grin split Klarion’s face as he got to work. Books, papers, and magical items began to fly around, summoned and judged on how useful it may be. Everything slowed to a stop as Klarion plucked a small electronic device out of the air. “oh, this will be fun.”

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Back in amity Danny, Sam and Tucker were at Sam’s house finishing up their homework, when Tucker’s PDA begins to ding. Grabbing it to check the notification, he is surprised. “ Nothing!”

“What’s nothing?” Danny asks as he and Sam raise their heads, trying to figure out what their friend is going on about.

“So guys, I decided to do a background check on Danny’s new boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, Tucker.” Danny pipes up, flustered.

“Wait, I want to hear this. What did you find?” Sam asks as she waves her hand at Danny.

“Anyway, as I was saying, I decided to run a background check when I got home yesterday, and nothing came up for him.”

“What do you mean nothing came up for him? There has to be something.” Sam states confused, tapping her pencil against her notebook.

“Or maybe Tucker’s skills aren’t as good as he says.” Danny says getting a jab in at his friend.

“Ha ha very funny, but no it’s more like he doesn’t exist or more likely someone is trying to hide him from being found.” The tech genius fires back, glaring at his best friend.

“Or maybe he just doesn’t use social media.” Sam ponders.

“Come on Sam. What teen doesn’t use social media?”

“Maybe Klarion is Amish?” Danny thinks out loud.

All three friends stop and think. What if Klarion was Amish. It would explain his lack of internet presence, his clothes and why he has never tried tamales before.

“They do send out teenagers to experience the modern world. He could be doing that.” Sam points out

“But aren’t they super religious and stuff?” Danny asks.

Sam looks at him before replying. “I mean they can be. Why?”

“Well I asked him out on a date, he has styled his hair into horns and he broke into the Fruitloop’s mansion to steal a book.And he put his contact as ‘Klarion the Witch Boy. Are there Amish Witches?”

Both of the halfa’s friends stared at him in disbelief.

“Ugh, now it makes so much more since.” Sam groaned. “If he does witchcraft and he is currently doing Rumspringa, that’s what it’s called by the way; I looked it up. Klarion is probably trying to find a way to not go back.”

“Why wouldn’t he want to go back?” Tucker inquired.

“Do you remember reading The Crucible last year?” Sam responded.

“Oh Ancients, that is as bad as me having ghost hunters for parents, maybe even worse. We need to help him.” The ghost boy says frantically jumping up.

“Well we yeah, but rushing in won’t do us any good. Now sit down.” Sam grabs Danny’s wrist, pulling him back down to the floor.

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“Achoo!” Klarion sneezed in the middle of The Light Meeting, receiving glares from the other members.

“Now as I was saying, for the next phase …” Vandal Savage continues to drone on about their plans (read his plans). Klarion hates it but just a little bit longer and he would have what he needs. He had already switched out the book for an identical fake, duplicated many files, placed transportation sigils on many important pieces of equipment, and most importantly using the Young Justice comm he stole a while ago to not only record but transmit everything he was hearing. Oh his revenge will be a grand affair.

A little over an hour later, the meeting finally ended. Klarion had been assigned to kidnap metas and other beings for their new ally, the Reach. How dare The Light think, he a Lord of Chaos would willingly work for a species who just conquer and want to rule. Meaning everyone follows their laws and rules. How droll and orderly.

Klarion had other plans, and yes he might have to work with the justice losers but the chaos and calamity that will arise from it will be worth it. Now all he has to do is make his leave and watch the show.

With a snap of his fingers Klarion and Teekl disappeared from his former allies hideout, and appeared in Tim Drake’s penthouse, in dreary Gotham.

“Now Teekl, for the fun to begin.” Klarion smirks as files appear from nothing, covering the Kitchen island. He jotted down a quick note, then deliberately set off one of the bat alarms. The Witch Boy needed his friend to find these files sooner rather than later.

“Now to deal with the Reach.” And with another snap Klarion and Teekl were gone.

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Sam and Tucker were able to calm down Danny before he went ghost and searched the world for Klarion. How they did it was simple. They called Jazz. With her help, they now had a plan. Make sure he is safe, then show him all of the great things the modern world has to offer.

That evening when Danny went home he texted Klarion. Seeing what he was up to and how Teekl was doing.

It took a while for a reply but he did respond. Danny’s obsession with protecting was soothed with the reply of being well and the picture of Teekl sleeping on a mound of pillows. They chatted for a while about various topics until Danny fell asleep mid text.

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Klarion had had a great day. Destroying that blowhard Savage’s plan had made so much chaos and now he gets to relax and watch everything unfold. Now Danny was texting him, seeing how he was and asking about his amazing familiar.

Teekl had just settled onto a mound of pillows, being extra cute, practically begging for him to send Danny a picture of her. He did of course. Sharing the wonder that is Teekl, is second to spreading chaos. Their conversation carries on for a while, well into the night. By the time Danny stops replying Klarion is half asleep. Figuring Danny is also asleep he turns in for the night.

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[prince-kallisto]

Looking closely, Fellow and Crowley’s cane looks a lot more similar than I thought (yes I know how Playful land ended but I’m still insistent that there’s a connection to Crowley 😭🤣🤣🤣). Seeing the pattern makes me wonder just how their canes work as “magic pens”

There’s several possibilities of where Fellow’s magestone could be- since there’s no visible one of his design of cane. He could be hiding it since it’s valuable, the cane is a shapeshifting magestone like the NRC Dormleaders, or he just straight up doesn’t have one haha- he’s risking it all. After all, as we learned, Fellow’s Unique Magic “Life is Fun” uses very little magic and barely creates any blot. He can use it many, many times with very little blot accumulation.

I’ve mentioned several times before that I believe Crowley’s “magic pen” is his cane. In the novel, he waves his cane like a wand to create Grim’s magestone, and in this LINE sticker, he mentions his “lash of love,” while holding up his cane. Again, in the novel, the “lash of love” is a bit like a whip that can snake around and move on its own. It may imply that he can change the form his cane takes, including to objects like a whip.

For Fellow Honest, he seems to have a habit of twirling his cane when using “Life is Fun.” I don’t remember if they actually mentioned this habit of his in the event haha, but it seems to be a similar thing to Crowley, where he uses his cane like a wand.

To me, it’s interesting that both of their canes have gold animal heads at the top. Precious metals seem to serve as a conduit for magic, as we recently learned in book 7, silver can even be used as magic radios as a replacement to crystals. Since neither Crowley or Fellow have visible magestones on their canes, perhaps gold functions as a conduit in some manner? Although, knowing Fellow, the gold is probably fake haha.

Plus, it’s always worth noting that the staff members don’t have typical wands or magic pens. Their magestones are custom accessories (minus Sam who seems to a unique case), so mages can clearly cast magic with a magestone protecting them as long it’s at a close proximity to their body. Perhaps inexperienced mages like students have to use magic pens because they can’t cast magic safely yet?

Well, minus the iffy magic stuff, I do like how they’re canes are visually very similar. I’d like to think it’s a purposeful connection between their characters, particularly their mischievous side that always has something up their sleeve.

I think it’s worth noting that both of the animals they’re associated with, a Fox and a crow/raven, are both considered “trickster” animals. Foxes are well known in folklore and fairytales to be sly tricksters, manipulating everyone around them to get where they want. The crow or raven on the other hand, tends to be interpreted as a bad omen, but in traditional folklore, the crow’s intelligence was used to be a thief and trickster as well.

I want to give a special note to Azul’s cane as well. All the other dorm leaders have their own unique magestone design tool, as I mentioned earlier. However, Azul is the only one to have cane with the head of a living creature on it just like Crowley and Fellow. The octopus is definitely seen as a clever and very intelligent creature, so it’s fitting that Azul fits into the pattern that Crowley and Fellow have. Big brain canes

I don’t want to think TOO deep on it, because sometimes it’s just good design haha! All three of these people attempt to have a classy and formal appearance, so a cane is a perfect accompaniment to their appearance. However, I also think it’s interesting that these three characters are similar in their greed. Perhaps these three share this visual connection to point out their cunning natures? Hmm…

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[dreamersbcll]

“I’m the one who makes you laugh, when you know you’re about to cry”

for @samsblackheart

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Samantha Carpenter was a lot of things.

Tough As Nails, the local parents would whisper at parent pick-up. They always marveled at her strength, amazed at how the little eleven-year-old did it all. She would drop Tara off in the morning, climb the hill to the middle school, and walk back down to do it all again. No one ever heard her complain or cry. Yet, as amazed as they were, they never offered their condolences or even a helping hand. Instead, they looked upon her with pity in their eyes and their hands tightening onto their kids' shoulders as if neglect was a disease that could be transferred to their child.

Her friends described Sam as Black Ice. She wasn’t an outright threat, but if crossed, she would surely take anyone clean apart. The sixteen-year-old skulked the halls of Woodsboro High, her brow furrowed, and her mouth turned down in a pennant scowl. Though quiet, nobody doubted her prowess. Sam had taken down too many douchebags, giving and warning many black eyes and split lips. Nobody got in her way, but nobody willingly tried to talk to her. School counselors feared her, but teachers tolerated her. The only person who welcomed her anymore was the nurse. The nurse was the only person who treated Sam kindly and let her sleep off her hangovers on the uncomfortable cots.

On the streets that she wandered for a year or so, she was known as the Ghost. She scampered through alleyways, hid behind dumpsters, and struck when the time was right. Never bold, but also never forgiving. She took what she pleased and offered nothing in return. If a hand reached out to feed her, she bit back and didn’t let go. She knew what it was like to get hit, slapped, and beaten, and she wasn’t afraid to protect herself anymore. She was on her own, and she had to be quiet, cunning, and even careful if she wanted to survive (which she wasn’t sure about half the time); she had to be able to disappear to lick her wounds and fight another day.

In Modesto, her nickname was Serial Killer. It was initially a joke by Richie, but the bowling alley crew liked it so much that it stuck. Sam was gentler now, her edges sanded down a bit. No longer addicted and controlled by chemicals, she started to see what the world around her was like. Life had beaten her down enough for her to know that she shouldn’t bite before she barks. Perhaps that's how she had let her guard down just enough to let Richie slip in. She didn’t realize how much the boy projected onto her until it was too late.

But lucky for her, all her mistakes, nicknames, and nights of terror led her back to the one person she cared about. The one person who knew which smile she faked and which was genuine. The only person she truly belonged to in this world.

Her little sister, Tara, called her Sammy. That’s all Sam ever wanted to be. She would stop the world on its axis if it meant that Tara could always stay with her.

She doesn’t quite know how Tara did it, but no matter when Sam went, she followed. Her little sister was there the whole time, during every fight, every high, and every lonely night. Though Sam cast her out of her life at a young age, Tara still stuck around, as if she knew that Sam would one day come back and be hers again.

Nobody could make her smile quite like Tara did, whether it be a funny face, how Tara ate kiwis like apples, or how she scrunched her nose when she tasted something sour. There was something magical in those big brown eyes, something that couldn’t possibly be found on this earth.

Heaven. Her little sister was a slice of heaven.

And nothing would ever take Sam away from that again.

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“You do know nobody loves you quite like I do, right?”

Sam looked up from her book, grinning at the voice on her lap. She dog-eared a book page and set it on the table next to her. Looking down at her little sister, she cupped the freckled cheek, her grin growing impossibly wider.

“Oh yeah? Why do you say that?” she asked, pretending to be puzzled.

Tara rolled her eyes, jutting a lip out in a fake pout. But that didn’t deter her. “You know what I mean. You know that nobody can make you smile like I do, and you damn well know that I know everything about you.”

Grinning, Sam brushed a piece of hair from Tara’s face. “Hmm. I don’t know If I believe you. Tell me again, please.”

Leaning into her touch, Tara sighed. “You tell me about your dreams, and I know you wanna be a chef one day. You like to put your socks on right to left, and you never leave the house without a pen. I’m the only one who can make you laugh when you get teary-eyed, and I’m the only one who can hold you as I do,” she said, smiling smugly.

Taken aback, Sam swallowed hard. It was weird to be known so well by someone, to be so open that the wind between her ribs could whistle. Her little sister had cracked open her sternum, reached in, and stolen her heart, and Sam would never complain if she never felt it beat again.

She cleared her throat, wiping the budding tears from her eyes. “You’re right. I love you, Tara. I belong to you, and you belong to me,” she whispered.

Her sister’s eyes softened with pure wonder and unaltered joy. Tara reached up, her fingertips grazing Sam’s chin. She leaned her head down a bit so Tara could touch her lips and cup her cheek. Leave her mask all over Sam, as it was a blessing to belong to someone so precious as her little sister.

“I love you, Sammy. I love you so much.”

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #AU: protect my heart #you belong with me x scream #ts x scream #ao3 author

[thenightling]

Wednesday is NOT a rip-off of Harry Potter

This is something that I thought should be obvious. In fact I could swear I wrote a post like this over a year ago but apparently (if I had made such a post) it is lost now. So here's the new one. Lately I've seen a fresh spike in people insisting that the Netflix series Wednesday is a "rip off" of Harry Potter. "It the aesthetic is Harry Potter!" Really? How? Do you think Harry Potter was the first and only school to be a haunted castle? I guess you don't remember Gravedale High (animated series from 1990). Much like the modern Monster High, Gavedale high was a show about a school of monsters.

Before Gravedale High there was the animated TV movie Scooby Doo and the Ghoul School (1988) where Shaggy got a job as a PE teacher at a boarding school for the daughters of the classic movie monsters. This, very likely, inspired Monster High.

And before that there was the book series The Worst Witch and the first TV movie inspired by the books, which featured a song number from Tim Curry. This was about a little girl attending Witch School.

If we go back even further the novel Dracula by Bram Stoker has Van Helsing suggest that Dracula attended Scholomance (translates to "School of Magic") which has its roots in Eastern European folklore and helped inspire Yennefer's backstory in The Witcher. All of these pre-date Harry Potter. "But the students are divided into groups just like in Harry Potter." Yeah. So? "Houses" are a tradition in boarding schools in the UK and parts of the US. Also Nevermore Academy in Wednesday is mostly populated by supernatural entities that divide up in cliques based on what species the student is. You're going to tell me your school didn't have cliques? Jocks, nerds, Goths, rich kids, bad boys, etc. I'm not sure how a boarding school setting can even be done without dividing up into factions. You'd have to make a conscious effort to avoid it and it would come off as very awkward and unnatural. Harry Potter isn't as original as you seem to think it is. "But the uniforms have stripes." Okay, I'll let you have that one but the stripes and color patterns are different. The plotline of season 1 of Wednesday is closer to the live action Monster High musical movie (but with a more serious tone) than anything else. In the first Monster High live action movie the main villain turns out to be a teacher who is also a Hyde monster. In Wednesday the main villain is a teacher who is manipulating a Hyde Monster.

And both deal with classic monsters in a boarding school setting and allegories of prejudice.

And then you get the annoying argument from fake Addams Family fans of "But Wednesday didn't have any powers in the original." Oh, on the contrary. The new show says she inherited psychic abilities from Morticia. Morticia telling fortunes, sensing things, and even using a crystal ball comes up in the 1960s Addams Family TV series. Grandmama uses a crystal ball in the 90s Addams Family animated series. The 1970s Addams Family Halloween special has it that the spirit of Halloween / Anthropomorphic personification of Halloween "Uncle Shy" (implied to be the Great Pumpkin or you can retroactively say he was Jack Skellington or Sam from Trick 'r Treat). When your Uncle is literally the spirit of Halloween your family can have whatever you want in it. Wednesday even uses telepathy at one point in the 2019 Addams family animated movie franchise. And there's a conga line of Addams Family member ghosts in The Addams Family Broadway musical. They have a pet sentient hand. And no. It's not just that "Their Goth game is that good." Finally, I don't think there's a student at Nevermore Academy who is younger than sixteen. Hogwarts starts at age eleven. Twenty-one-year-old Jenna Ortega (Wednesday) doesn't look much like eleven-year-old to seventeen-year-old Daniel Radcliffe to me.

Stop giving J. K. Rowling so much credit.

#Wednesday #Wednesday Addams

[samueldays]

A friend recommended Deadworld Isekai to me the other day. To damn it with faint praise: it was good enough that I finished reading all three volumes, and the author has a solid grasp of spelling and grammar.

It has the usual LitRPG problem of re-reifying abstractions to produce weird round-trip-translation nonsense that has become the heart of the LitRPG genre, one of the most finely polished turds in the world.

The thing that stood out to me as the most 'fixable' problem, though, was the fake suspense and the fake threat. Oh no, the protagonist is in over his head, however will he survive? Oh no, the protagonist is on the verge of death, what asspull deus ex machina is going to save him now?

The cast is too small and the premise too specialized for there to be a serious threat of replacing Matt as protagonist, and once you've introduced CRPG Healing you can't threaten injury short of death, so I roll my eyes at every new danger, confident he'll be perfectly fine (and powered up!) a chapter later.

I want to contrast this with Lord of the Rings, which looms over the wider fantasy genre so much that it gets taken for granted, and I sometimes see people thinking of it in terms of the popular cliches that were copied the most. But I feel it's pretty good about threatening Frodo, and that's less copied.

At some point in The Return of the King, the reader has seen Gandalf die and Boromir die and the Fellowship broken, and then parts of the Fellowship met new cool people, and then those cool people started dying too, with Theoden bravely dead on the battlefield and Denethor horribly dead in attempted murder-suicide.

It starts to look like Frodo might die, IMO, it's genuinely plausible that Tolkien will kill off another major character at this point. The deaths are mounting, Frodo's psyche is fraying, and the savvy reader sees Sam is right there to take over if Frodo dies. The main protagonist will probably still survive because that's how stories go, but it's not all that obvious.

It looks like death when Frodo is stung by giant spider and carried off by orcs, but it's much less of a deus ex machina to hear that the spider was using paralytic venom to save a meal for later. Frodo isn't getting a sudden powerup or new ally, it's just a spider being a spider.

With no magic healing, several magic items lost, and Frodo increasingly traumatized, the quest gets closer to Mount Doom. Here Frodo puts on the Ring, which is not how these stories normally go! No heroic last-minute surge of willpower. Frodo is sick and tired, looks at the Ring of Power, and decides that in fact, he would like Power for himself.

Gollum bites Frodo's finger off, falls into the lava, and the Ring is destroyed nonetheless. Tolkien again makes it look like Frodo might really die in the resulting volcanic eruption, now that his importance to the story is over and the Ring is destroyed and the rest looks like cleanup from the army marching on Mordor in the other plot thread.

But the book isn't over yet. If you're reading Lord of the Rings in print, you can feel there's another hundred pages left to go at this point. Frodo is saved, Aragorn is crowned, our heroes are victorious, there's celebrations and marriages and vacations and songs.

Then Frodo heads home at long, long last and finds Saruman got there first and started polluting the Shire.

The last surprise is that Saruman dies really fast. The rest of the book is appendices. What, you expected a hundred pages of Frodo fighting the Shire Wizard War? Nope, we're done here! Also Frodo has to leave, Sam takes over at the very last. It's a good series of plot twists, without being a plot swerve.

#all #sam reviews #literature #litrpg #lord of the rings

[lifespectator]

Family Halloween

Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Summary: A Halloween special I did. I hope you guys enjoy it!

A/N: Thanks to my awesome friend @ironboybooks for giving me this idea. Make sure to check out 'ironboybooks' on Wattpad. He's a great writer and some of the best x Male Reader books.

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3rd POV

After a long mission, Y/n finally arrived at the front of his home. It was the same ordeal. Some terrorist group tried to get hold of powerful weapons and The Avengers had to be there to stop them.

He had to admit Sam, as team leader, made the missions quite enjoyable.

Y/n started walking to the front door of his home while on the phone with Sam.

"Another successful mission, Cap" Y/n said, making his friend laugh. "I'm still not used to that name." Sam responded.

"You should. You earned it." It was true. If anyone deserved Steve's mantle, it was Sam.

"I'll try, brother. In the meantime, Uncle Sam has to take his two zombie nephews out for candy before they eat him." Both men laughed as they said their farewells. Y/n hasn't entirely connected the dots of what is special about today's date.

Once Y/n opened the door. He made sure to be as silent as possible. He didn't want to wake up his wife and kids. That was until he heard some noises in the kitchen.

Unbeknownst to him, Wanda was helping their sons, Tommy and Billy, with their costumes. Wanda was going to take them trick or treating.

As Y/n entered the kitchen, both kids got out of Wanda's grasp and ran up to him.

"I'm glad you're back!" Billy said. Y/n just laughed and hugged them both tightly. "Is their no kiss for your wife?" Wanda asked in fake sad tone while pouting.

Y/n just chuckled as he made his way to Wanda. "I was saving the best one for you." He leaned down and gave her a tenderly kiss. "I missed you." Wanda said.

"I also missed you." Y/n said as he noticed how his Wife was dressed. "What's the special ocassion?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"Mom is going to take us out for candy! Tommy exclaimed. Y/n was still confused. "Today is Halloween, silly." Wanda said.

Y/n finally understood why Sam mentioned zombies and why the boys wore costumes at night. He had completely forgot today was the 31st.

"And what are you supposed to be?" Y/n eyed up Wanda. "I'm a vampire!" Wanda responded while doing a quick spin. 'A hot one.' Y/n thought.pp

"You should come with us dad." Billy said. "Yeah, that would be cool." Tommy supported the idea.

"I'd love to, but what would I wear?" Y/n asked. After taking off the combat suit he wore on the field, he just put on some jeans and a hoodie.

"Don't worry baby." Wanda continued. "I can fix that."

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"Where did you get this cape?" Y/n asked. Wanda only smiled. "I bought it this morning while you were away. I wanted all us to have matching costumes." Wanda answered his question.

"I had lost hope that you would make it on time." Wanda said. Y/n only sighed. He's been thinking for some time now of leaving the team to focus full-time om his family.

Wanda put her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it. It was her way of telling him to take his time before making a decision

"Mom, dad. Can Tommy and I go to the other houses?" Billly asked. "Yeah, you're taking forever." Tommy said.

Y/n only laughed. "Sure, just don't go too far." Wanda said. Y/n felt his heart warm seeing how a great mother Wanda is. He also get's to call her 'mommy'.

"Well, at least we have some alone time." Y/n told Wanda to which she giggled. "We can have some when we arrive home." Wanda responded with a wink.

"How was the mission?" Wanda asked. "It was ok. A granade exploded right before me, but I'm fine." Wanda got worried and eyed up Y/n to find any visible wounds. "I'm joking." Y/n said, and Wanda smacked his arm. "Ow." Y/n playfully whined. "Don't scare me like that." Y/n just giggled.

"Is this going to be your new look?" Y/n pointed out Wanda's short white hair. "No, only for today." She responded. "Is it a wig?" Y/n got confused when Wanda shook her head. "Magic Remember?"

"Magic or no magic, you're still special to me." Y/n said as he carresed Wanda's cheek.

"Hey love birds." A unknown voice said. Y/n and Wanda quickly looked to where the voice came from. "Let's make this quick. Hand me over whatever you guys have on you." The guy pulled out a knife.

Y/n quickly got into a fighting stance, analyzing the best way to take the guy down. Before he can do anything, the guy just fainted.

When Y/n tried to figure out what just had happened, he looked to his left to see his wife smirking and the noticible chaos magic on her right hand. A smirk also plastered across his face.

"What would I do without you?" Y/n asked. "Their are many answer to that question but I'm the one who is supposed to get you tired tonight." Wanda said biting her lip at the end.

"Let's go get the boys. It's late already." Y/n said, pulling Wanda's hand.

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The family had finally made it back home. The kids had collected a lot of candy which they were eager to eat.

"Today was fun!" Tommy exclaimed, jumping up and down. "I'm really glad that we went as a family." Billy said.

Y/n watched the whole scene and was happy. He was planning to find a way to spend more time with his family.

"Alright, boys, go clean up and change into your pajamas." Wanda informed. "Oh, and no candy until tomorrow." Wanda said as the kid's booed and turned to their father to see if he would intervene. "You heard the queen." Was all he said as the boys went upstairs.

"How long do you plan on having the white hair?" Y/n asked. "I can't take it off now if you like." Wanda responded as she lifted her hand.

"Don't." Y/n said. "Maybe we can, um, roleplay?" Y/n suggested shyly, making Wanda laugh.

"Have it your way Mr. L/n." Wanda said in a seductive tone.

"Let's take it to our room Mrs. L/n." Y/n picked up his wife bridal style and started walking upstairs to their bedroom.

The boys already enjoyed halloween. Now it's their time to enjoy it.

#wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda maximov #wanda my beloved #wanda maximommy #wanda maximilf #wanda imagine #wanda maximoff x male reader #scarlet witch x male reader #wanda x male reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader

[all-mirth-no-matter]

Mirth’s Masterlist

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WIPs

Time After Time: (Peaky Blinders, Tommy Shelby x OC/Reader) You have been told by your mother since the moment you were born that you had the gift of prophecy. Convenient, since you managed to mysteriously transport back into time by one hundred years. What happens when you become wrapped up in the Shelby’s family business after the brothers return from the war? Will you ever get back to your own time or figure out how you got to Small Heath in 1918?

Reader Insert (tumblr): masterlist OC (multi-chapter): ao3 | moodboard

Once Upon a Supernatural Time: (Supernatural x Once Upon a Time, Dean Winchester x Emma Swan) Henry Mills needs help convincing his new-found mother, Emma Swan, to believe in magic so she can break Storybrooke's curse. Could Dean and Sam Winchester be just the help he needs to get Emma to believe? Or will they also need some convincing? Dean's dealt with a lot of things - demons, angels, witches, werewolves - but magic may be a bit out of his belief system.

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Our Lie Abilities: (Teen Wolf, Stiles Stilinski x Lydia Martin) She's a famous actress recovering from a difficult hiatus. He's a member of a band just trying to make it. They're lying to the world - but can Lydia and Stiles lie to themselves? Fake dating, non-supernatural AU.

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Doctor Who University: (Doctor Who, Tenth Doctor x Rose Tyler) Rose Tyler is still mourning the loss of her beloved mentor when she starts a new semester of classes. Unexpectedly, she develops a strong bond with his replacement - a tall, thin professor with really great hair. [currently on hiatus]

Completed

Once Upon a Time, Emma Swan x Killian Jones

Tonight You’re Mine: Two feuding band members are handcuffed together at the Enchanted Music Festival. Emma Swan, part of a rising rock band, can't stand the egotistical Killian Jones, lead man of the popular group Skull Rock. How will they survive the festival and both perform before they find a way to become free of each other?

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The Princess Bride: As the Enchanted Forest teeters on the verge of war, the reluctant Princess Emma is devastated by the loss of her true love, kidnapped by a mercenary & his henchmen, rescued by a pirate, forced to marry a prince, & rescued once again by the very crew who took her. Foiling their plans & jumping into their story is Killian, Emma's true love & friend to a dangerous pirate.

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Much Ado About Nothing: Shakespeare's comedy meets Once Upon a Time. Emma as Beatrice, Killian as Benedick, Snow as Hero, and David as Claudio. A story of gossip, rumors, sarcasm, scandal, and manipulation tied up with a bow of romance and humor. What could possibly go wrong?

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Overdue: (one-shot) CS College AU. Someone keeps forgetting to return the book Emma Swan needs to complete her report, so she tracks him down and forces him to hand it over. Based on tumblr prompt.

Supernatural x Once Upon a Time Crossover

Swan Hunting: Dean Winchester embarks on one of his first solo hunts since his brother went off to college. But as he searches for answers, he becomes acquainted with a certain blonde waitress he met in the most unconventional way. A young Dean/Emma AU.

Other Swanchester One-Shots: a collection of one-shots usually accompanied by a manip.

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I do not own series characters and original script dialogue, they belong to their creators. Original characters, narrative ideas, and word manipulations used to create these stories are mine. I do not give consent for any of my stories to be copied, reposted, transposed, or used for AI without my permission. I do consent to reblogging and link sharing.

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#mine #pinned #time after time #once upon a supernatural time #our lie abilities #doctor who university #tonight you’re mine #the princess bride #much ado about nothing #overdue #swan hunting #swanchester #captain swan #ten x rose #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby x reader #once upon a time #supernatural #doctor who #fanfic #fanfiction #cs tonight you’re mine #cs the princess bride #ouat much ado

[sesamestreep]

I started making a fake book cover for @firstelevens latest amazing fic sugar pie, honey bunch and then I got kind of obsessed with making book covers in Canva, so I decided to make covers for a few more of my favorite sambucky fics of hers to show my appreciation for her writing keeping me sane the last few months ♥️

by land, by sea, by dirigible [18K words, 6 chapters, complete] - Sam and Bucky team up with the dynamic duo from Marvel's Cloak & Dagger (RIP) and magic, literally, ensues. 🔮⚜️

sugar pie, honey bunch [AU, 55K words, 17 chapters, complete] - the plot of TFATWS except it's behind the scene of an all-star season of The Great British American Bake Off. Alliances are formed, conspiracy theories come to life on twitter, and whisks (and hearts!) are stolen. 🥐💖

a friend of any sort [AU, 3K words, 2 chapters, Part 1 in a series, complete] - Sam needs a fake date for Thanksgiving at his sister's and brings Bucky along to be the most unsuitable, obnoxious boyfriend ever, so his family will leave him alone about being single. Things do not go to plan. 🥧🦃

you can sing me anything [AU, 4K words, 1 chapter, Part 2 in a series, complete] - sequel to a friend of any sort, in which Bucky needs Sam to return the favor and pretend to be his boyfriend to get him out of an awkward situation (and into a better, but still kind of awkward situation). ☕😻

#not a graphic designer by ANY means #i'm paying for canva pro as part of my job hunt and i have decided to try to use it for joyous things too #and not just resume stuff which is soul sucking #anyway we like to have fun here at birdhapley incorporated and that includes making weird art for our friends #check out zainab's writing she's so talented and cool she deserves all the praise and flowers #and zainab congrats on completing the bakeoff AU it's a masterpiece and you are the GOAT #alsooooo if anyone has any snarky comments about canva book covers keep them to yourself 🥰 i'm a beginner and I'm having fun #their app is so annoying though that to download these I had to screenshot them #because when i downloaded the actual PNG files they were all fucked up #if anything looks wonky that's why #fic rec #fanart #(right?? technically??) #sambucky #tfatws #cloak and dagger #mutuals admiration society #firstelevens

[notedchampagne]

Sam, tell us the third house dynamics theories. We need it.

ALRIGHT one day ill need to support my claims with actual book lines but for now as far as we know, the third house is more or less the diplomacy/politics planet. the book says "Beneath their glittery exterior, they are a font of personal and political intelligence." but this is a very objective description and im much more interested in the subjective view through the tridentarii twins, so.

things we know about the third house through the view of the tridentarii:

usually with the royal heirs, giving them the same last name isnt common, even with twins. iirc taz said that by the chance that the twins are given the same name, theyre also given a plural- hence the existence of tridentarius vs tridentarii. this fact plus the knowledge that ianthe and coronabeth are so insanely codependent implies that they were ENCOURAGED to act as one whole

this whole fucking thing is perceived as creepy/unhealthy to the readers ESPECIALLY with the theming of corona & ianthe as the real necrocav pair instead of babs, [ NONA SPOILERS ] nona initially thinking ianthe in naberius' body was crowns boyfriend, etc etc like jesus fucking christ. it is abnormal to everyone except the two of them

not to mention other tidbits like them playing "suicide", coronas repeated "fake suicide baiting", [HARROW SPOILERS] the reveal that corona and ianthe both pretended to be necromancers to avoid whatever their father would do if he found out (even at the cost of others perceiving ianthe as the insecure and lesser one), the excerpt in as yet unsent where judith mentions corona and ianthe were allowed to only invite one person at their own birthday parties while their parents invited everyone else to mingle and posture around with - everything gives off the imagery that the entire planet revolves around politics under the image of lavishness and beauty

it then fits in perfectly they they would attempt to make their twin princesses a joint pair for not only popularity/appearances, but also for strategy. "heir and a spare" and whatnot. if both princesses are identical pillars in one corner, a loss to one wont immediately collapse the structure

ID ALSO LIKE TO MENTION HOW THEY JUST EAT LIVE FLESH? "The Third House has a traditional specialty for flesh magic, particularly that of animaphilia." GIRL HELLO? theres a pretty genius meta post theorizing how naberius likely ate his swordplay instructor to get that near-perfect skill, and we already know the twins used to use babs as a literal fucking chew toy. out of all the houses i think theyre the most accustomed/prepared to use lyctoral powers (next to the eighth house) due to them already surpassing other houses’ limits for drawing power from dead/live bodies. personally it just fits in So Perfectly with politics and intel-gathering the way they really hold no limits at getting what they need. of course the tridentarii act like that OF COURSE

#thanks for asking ily #the locked tomb #coronabeth tridentarius #ianthe tridentarius #talking back

[its-moopoint]

How great that OL in the first 3 seasons had SC as JC act their real bedroom antics in front of the camera and the 20 people in the room with the the directors, choreographers, executives, etc. acting as sick voyeurs! All for shippers' benefit because every romantic screen couple with amazing chemistry had to be together in RL in order to be as good on screen. 😲

Anonymous asked:

Agree that the Frasers are chaste and PG, but it’s just another reason I believe they’re together IRL. I don’t think they want to share what’s theirs so openly anymore…with skin, tongues, going all out. They might be embarrassed at how much they went for it in the beginning. That shit’s all over the internet! I get it, that would be weird if you were actually together. It wouldn’t be weird if she was with someone else and they were ACTing all along, right? Antis love to use Tony as the excuse for it cooling down, but that doesn’t make any sense. I don’t believe they could fake the way their characters look at each other and are intimate, even without the sex, after all this time if they didn’t actually feel it. They’d look more disinterested if it wasn’t nice for them in some way, if it bothered Tony. They’re doing it, they just want it for themselves and that’s okay.

odessa-2

I agree that they don't want people having a window into their real sex life. A bit late for that now. We've already seen it and it made S1-3 MAGICAL! They are doing their characters and the story an injustice with these Days of Our Lives style love scenes. They're unremarkable, forgettable, boring and they may as well not bother with this level of dilution. Jamie and Claire were hot for each other in the books. Omitting this due to personal reasons of any variety is not what the role calls for and is an inaccurate portrayal of the JC love story.

auburncurlslass

It's said that images and ideas are the reflections of what's seen in photos. That can also be said of film. From the opening episode, Sam and Caitriona's true inward feelings were on screen, visible to all. Many chose to see reality, and many chose to deny it. I can see them ACTing as a romantic couple in the initial episodes, but once they filmed The Reckoning, nothing was left to the imagination. IMO, that episode broke the damn...and what was shown was completely S&C as J&C. They could not damper that lust and craving for each other.

Yes to these people what they actually watched during first seasons was p0rn and real fuck1ng. On set.

These folks after watching the movie "Carol" run to send posts to Cate Blanche's husband warning him that since she had used tongue with Rooney Mara for the sex scenes in the movie she had turned out to be a lesbian married to a man and with 3 kids.

I mean... yeah that's the level

[zmediaoutlet]

for the Bro Bone Bang, bc I had an afternoon free and why not, and isn't that in the spirit of bro boning, really?

rating: E length: 3100 tags: Established Relationship, Post-Episode: s10e06 Ask Jeeves, Face-Fucking

summary: Sam's looking for an old book; Dean's looking for a distraction.

for the @brobonebang prompt: in a dusty occult bookshop

***

“Dude, what is taking so long? I think I’m spontaneously developing asthma down here.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Sam says, but absently, because he’s paging through this book and—this might actually be the real thing, he’s thinking. A lot of it’s gibberish and there’s a lot of really fanciful business about dancing under the moonlight in the altogether (along with illustrations, which he really can’t show Dean or he’ll never get the book back), but some of these demon-summoning sigils look legit, and if those are legit then maybe this part, this part toward the back where the writing gets more serious—

“I’ve got the black lung,” comes Dean’s voice, a whole lot closer, and a hand settles on Sam’s lower back at the same time that he jerks, feeling caught somehow. Dean coughs, high and fake and pathetic, his flashlight pointed up toward his chin like a horror story. He mimes big sad eyes for a half-second and then smiles at Sam, perfectly irritating. “You know, that movie wasn’t half-bad.”

“If you ever say blue steel again it’ll be too soon,” Sam says, half-hiding the book. He doesn’t know why—Dean’s not interested.

Dean narrows his eyes at him, makes a half-hearted version of that stupid face, and then swings his flashlight up through the hanging crystals and the overly-gilt mirrors and the dusty bookshelf Sam’s been raiding, because on their way back from Connecticut he remembered a note in the Letters’ archive about an occult shop outside Trenton that had been a real marketplace, at least back in the ‘40s, and at this point Sam’s in the market for absolutely anything that will get that foul sore thing off of Dean’s arm.

Not, again, that Dean’s interested: “Can we go? I don’t know why you need more of this crap, not like we don’t have enough back home.”

“Why are you so antsy?” Sam says. He shoves the book into his bag, along with a few other odds and ends he’s picked up. Dean was playing with a huge brass-engraved magnifying glass downstairs—it’d be a good surprise, for when they get home, if he can pick it up without Dean noticing. Dean’s slow to answer and Sam zips up his backpack, turns around, finds Dean twirling the flashlight back and forth in his hands, making a weird zigzag pattern on the dusty carpet. “Dude, seriously. You’re like a little kid with a sugar rush.”

Or a murder-addict who’s just done a murder, his brain supplies.

Dean lifts a shoulder, sets the flashlight down on a table filled with faux-magical dreck—pointed up, like Sam’s, so that their little nook up here is filled with a thin barely-there light. “Want to get home,” he says. Surprisingly sincere. “I don’t know. Been a while. And—” He bites his lip, flash of white teeth in the dark. Sam raises his eyebrows, and Dean lifts a shoulder again. “Well, it was—kinda weird. Everybody knew we were brothers. Felt like—best behavior required, you know, when I just wanted to tell those cougar broads how big your dick really is.”

Sam blinks. Dean smiles at him, wide as a shark. “Wow,” he says, flat, “so—not a sugar rush but more of a—”

“A dick rush is totally a thing,” Dean says, crowding in, and Sam holds up his hands but just in surprise, really. He’s caught between the bookshelf and a curio cabinet with all manner of weird taxidermied birds and ugly cameos of people long-dead and Dean’s thigh sliding warm and easy along his, his hands on Dean’s chest and then on Dean’s waist, Dean immediately and thoroughly here, the smell of him, his heat. Feels like he burns hotter, since getting the mark.

Sam isn’t actually turned on by books in dead languages, no matter what Dean says, but with all this in his arms he’s getting there. Dean murmurs, “Maybe it’s a ball rush,” and he snorts, and Dean pushes his nose up against the bolt of Sam’s jaw and breathes out hot along his neck and whispers, “or a jizz rush, you think? All hopped up on your spooj?” and Sam groans, pinches Dean’s side, feels Dean’s mouth stretch into a grin against the hollow of his throat, and then he kisses there, and Sam gets a hand in his hair, feels it. Nice. Sweet, but then there’s teeth against his collarbone and it’s less sweet, and his dick really does start to wake up, then, a warm surge from his balls to his guts, Dean’s hair soft against the underside of his chin, Dean’s hands creeping up under his flannel, scratching through his undershirt.

“Thought the whole point was you didn’t get any,” Sam manages, and Dean hums against his throat, where he’s reapplied his mouth, with a hint of teeth. “Can’t be a jizz rush if you haven’t gotten some, right? Don’t you dare give me a hickey.”

“Like you wouldn’t love it,” Dean says, with enough of an edge that Sam’s eyes open again onto the half-dark, surprised—turned on—hard to tell, at this point. He does bite, but only a quick sharp nip, and Sam grips him by the freshly-cut hair, pulls him back, looks down, and Dean’s smiling, lazy, wide. His eyes are so dark they almost, almost look—but then Dean turns his head and Sam catches the white edge and his heart restarts, and thumps heavier in his throat, his fingertips cold, his dick—yeah, he’s interested.

“What are you thinking?” Sam says. He drags a hand down Dean’s chest, feels the soft of it, his giving skin. Only been a week or so, since they finished up that job with Kate and did quite a bit of celebrating—it should be easy to wait, but. Dean comes in against his throat again, pressing against him full-body, and Sam maybe sees what Dean means, about the rush. There’s a motel that they were vaguely heading toward before they broke in here, but maybe they could get one a little closer.

“I’m thinking,” Dean says, soft, “how that table could probably hold our weight,” and Sam gets a chance to say, what, before Dean drags him bodily backwards, and they stagger two steps with Sam matching Dean’s strides before Dean’s ass hitches up against the table and—it shifts a good four inches but holds, against the carpet, and some overpriced glass thing goes crashing over the edge, but who cares because Dean’s getting his legs around Sam’s hips and dragging Sam down over the top of him by his hair and Sam barely catches his weight on the table but then he’s kissing Dean, so everything else seems kind of secondary, at that point.

Dean kisses—fiercer, now. Wanting more, now. Sam thinks he knows why and it should worry him but it’s frankly hot as fuck, and he gets a grip on Dean’s hip and gives as good as he gets, biting Dean’s bottom lip and making him groan, smearing his mouth along Dean’s jaw, biting there—hard pressure between them, Dean’s nails dragging against his neck, heat rising. Fuck—yeah, it’s good, Dean wanting him this badly. Like those first heady days, a decade ago, when they were scared and young and hurting and only this made it better, except now—

“I will pay you ten dollars if you suck my dick,” Dean says, and Sam laughs, goes for his belt right away, says, “Little low, don’t you think?” while he crushes his crotch right up against Dean’s, grinding through the double-layer of denim, and Dean blinks at him all stupid and doesn’t seem to know how to let Sam’s hair go, his thighs clenching around Sam’s hips. Sam grins at him, takes another taste of his mouth—hot, absurdly plush—whispers against his lips, “Buy me dinner, at least,” and breaks Dean’s hold to slide down his body and haul his jeans and boxers down the requisite distance and Dean’s dick slaps up against his stomach—christ, he really is hard, has been—maybe was getting hot for it downstairs, dicking around while Sam was trying to work, and Sam goes down on his knees while Dean pushes up on the table—some heavy curio sliding off and slamming into the carpet—and Sam doesn’t waste time, knows Dean’s dick and knows what he likes and spits on him, slicks it down with a fist, following right away with an open, soft mouth, gets Dean to groan like he’s been shot, gets him to give it up.

Yeah—better now, so much better than when they were younger. Sam’s only ever blown this dick and at this point he’s familiar with its behavior. Just the taste is good: bitter, always, because Dean’s diet is appalling, but the salt, the slight sweat—yeah, it’s good. Sam screws down to the base, knowing how to open right up, and Dean yelps, his hips arching, his thigh jerking against Sam’s shoulder. Sam lets him. He can hold Dean down but it’s more fun to have him all body-shock, sweating and staggered, helpless to whatever Sam wants to do to him. He releases the head from his throat with a gasp, lets the gooey spit track down as he slides his lips along the shaft, holding it in a loose grip while he licks firmly at Dean’s balls, dragging his tongue between them, almost-harsh in a way that Dean pretends he doesn’t like but always makes his dick spit wet.

“Christ alive,” Dean says, faint up above, and Sam smiles. He sucks in one nut, careful but not too careful, and Dean curls forward over him, groaning, gripping Sam’s hair hard enough that it really pulls. Another little pulse in Sam’s gut. He breathes through the noise he can’t help, drags soft teeth up the side of Dean’s shaft, goes back to work more seriously, shutting out the dust-smell and the worry that’s with him all the time these days and focusing on the fat soft sweetness of Dean’s cockhead under his tongue, the easy give of the slit when he drags his tongue through it, the way the ridge pops through his lips when he pulls all the way off, breathes hot over it, goes right back down. Dean came back from being a demon all clean-shaven, a bizarre surprise, but Sam likes it now, likes tracing over Dean’s soft skin and dragging his fingers down between Dean’s legs and finding him sweaty, bare, nothing between Sam and his goal.

Dean spreads his legs as wide as he can in his jeans, lets Sam play around. Sam nurses at the head of his dick, digs two knuckles hard into Dean’s taint and takes the drip of precome like a reward. Hard, low groan, and Dean cups the side of his head, fingers tangling in Sam’s hair, says, “Fuck, Sammy,” all thick and satisfied and admiring, too, like he forgot somehow that Sam would do this once a day if he could, like he doesn’t love every minute of getting Dean flat on his back and making him come so hard he forgets everything in the world that’s not this.

A shift, though—Dean’s thigh drags down Sam’s shoulder and he gets his boots back on the ground. His jeans slide down to his knees and Sam helps them along, enjoying the flex of Dean’s hamstrings, the pop of muscle in one quad when he shifts his weight. A hand on the back of his head, then—and one on his shoulder, keeping him close—and Dean feeds his dick all the way in, to the back of Sam’s throat, makes him cough—and he pulls back, lets Sam adjust, but he doesn’t let go. Sam blinks the tears away, looking up, and Dean’s looking right back at him, steady, mouth open and gleaming wet in the dim. Sam kneels up higher, palms Dean’s ass, takes a deep breath, and when Dean feeds in that time Sam takes him all the way to the base, nose ground against the shaved skin so tight he can feel the prickle of new growth, Dean’s ass flexing hard against his palms. Trying to get deeper. When Dean pulls out Sam gasps for air and says, raw, “Do it, come on—do it, if you’re going to—” and Dean shoves right back in, hard enough that Sam almost chokes, and he swallows and opens wide and pulls Dean in tighter, nails in his ass, and Dean laughs soft and high-wild up above him and says somewhere deep past the ringing in Sam’s ears you’re the best brother in the goddamn world, you know that? and then he fucks in, and Sam gives himself over to it, mindblanked, free.

Dean comes in his throat. He coughs and Dean ignores his coughing, crushes in deeper, groaning loud and keeping Sam ground down right against his crotch. Sam swallows, lightheaded, gripping Dean’s hips, and it’s not until Dean says fuck! and releases his hold on Sam’s hair that Sam can even taste him, thick and bitter and bleachy-familiar, this instant flush of absolute want thrumming through him the moment it registers. That flavor that’s meant Dean for a third of his life.

After coming Dean’s hands and thighs and knees are weak. Sam gets a hand on his wrist, knocks his legs out from under him, and he drops hard enough that it sounds like it hurts, but at this moment Sam doesn’t care, with his lips sore and his throat bruised—and Dean doesn’t care either, swaying against Sam as he gets to his feet, helping while Sam shoves his jeans out of the way, sliding boneless warmth over his hips, his waist, opening up easy for Sam’s dick, letting Sam slot it in past his throat in one quick slide. Fuck, the heat of him—the slick soft of him—his body so easy, opening up all around Sam, like it’s the only thing he’s wanted all day. The unaccustomed sharpness before is all gone and he takes Sam fucking into his throat like a doll, closing his lips and breathing heavy through his nose and looking up with this heavy-lidded addict’s gaze while Sam rides his face, his body loose, his skull heavy in Sam’s hands, his tongue fat and slick and everything about him the only thing, the only thing that makes it worth—the reason Sam—

Sam pulses, shuddering. He pulls out after the first furious flexing pump, creaming Dean’s throat and then jerking himself through the rest. Before he can pull away Dean kisses the head, takes a pump against his lips, and then his cheek when Sam slides his dick hot-eyed against his stubble, the prickle of it a spine-tingling jolt, Sam’s balls spasming and giving up another helpless spurt that jets across Dean’s cheekbone, gleaming in the dim.

“Lunatic,” Sam breathes, brain circling the drain, and Dean licks his fat lips and looks straight up at him and the jizz starts to drip, sliding into the hollow of his cheek, and Sam reaches down and hauls him up his jacket in one furious pull, drags him in against Sam’s body—they crash back against the curio cabinet and something smashes—and he licks in one broad swipe from the corner of Dean’s mouth to the corner of his eye, his own come saltier, strange—and Dean opens up easy when Sam feeds it right back into his mouth, kissing him deep, shoving in where Dean’ll have to swallow it.

Dean swallows. Sam presses their foreheads together, catching his breath, and Dean holds a flat hand against Sam’s chest, where his heart feels like he’s just coming down from a marathon. Their noses brush and Sam covers Dean’s hand. His breath slows, and the world comes back in like a lazy tide: the nine pm emptiness of the store; the smell of dust and cheap incense underlying the smell of sweat and come and warm end-of-day bodies; the way the carved edge of the cabinet might actually be doing something permanent to his kidney. He doesn’t want to move. Screw his kidney.

“How much magickal crap did we just break?” Dean says, soft against the edge of Sam’s jaw.

He doesn’t sound like he cares, much. Sam sighs. “We’ll leave Eleanora some cash.”

Dean huffs, and gets his other hand up against Sam’s chest, and pushes off with a groan. Sam’s eyes are well-adjusted enough that he can see every detail of Dean’s face. The crow’s feet, the easy relaxed curve of his mouth. Freckles, even, when they’re this close, and he lifts a hand and drags his thumb over Dean’s wet cheek, the skin tacky before it’s rough with growing beard. Dean looks back at him, steady. All his sharpness and frantic edge just… smoothed away, until he’s only Sam’s brother. The truest part.

Dean’s hand slides up to the side of his neck, squeezes softly. Heat at the back of Sam’s eyes, from nowhere, just from—how many times has Dean held him, just that way—and then Dean says, gentle, “My ass is getting cold here, man.”

Sam snorts. “Yeah,” he says, and the corner of Dean’s mouth lifts, and he ducks in and kisses Sam quick and close-lipped and then pushes entirely away to drag up his jeans. Sam zips up, redoes his belt, sitting still in the pool of warmth that feels like it’s issuing from somewhere around his breastbone. His head full, again, but only of—that last, best part. What counts, in the end, for everything.

“Damn,” Dean says, and Sam looks up to find him holding what looks like a pair of glass scales, cracked and refracting the light a hundred different ways. “I’m blaming you for that one.”

“Don’t even,” Sam says, and Dean smirks, but when they leave they pile the broken crap on the big old-fashioned cashier counter along with the four hundred bucks in cash they have between them. When Dean’s back is turned Sam slips the magnifying glass into his bag, too, and adds an extra twenty to the pile.

They re-lock the back door, re-arm the sad excuse for a security system. “Guess it was worth the pitstop after all,” Dean says, rocking on his heels in the damp alley.

“Guess so,” Sam says, thinking of the book in his bag. Cursed marks, damned souls.

Dean grins at him and it sparkles and that just hits Sam in the gut, like it always does, every time. “I’m thinking—a beer, and then we hit the motel in Wilmington, and in the morning we get those cinnamon rolls, you remember, at Sue-Ann’s? Big as your head, and that really is saying something?”

Sam sighs. “Sounds like a plan,” he says, and Dean says, “Awesome,” and Sam follows his brother to the car, loving him despite everything.

#wincest #bro bone bang #my writing #idk if it's kosher to do a link post and a full text at once but #whatever #it feels like so long that i've written a fic #i'm a rusty bitch! #anyway yes bros bone here bc they bone everywhere <3

[aceonice]

Author interview:

thanks for the tag, bestie @thehollowone16

1. How many works do you have on ao3:

200, mostly oneshots

2. What's my total ao3 wc:

843,871

3. What are my top 5 fics by kudos:

Submission Magnus Is Quite... Magical Smells Like Heaven Little Miracles  Perfect Match

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to, but I got busy and now I'm so behind that it's intimidating

5. What fic has the angstiest ending?

The Day Clary Lost Her Wings is unresolved Clary angst and (Tell Me How To) Say No To This which ends with a malec wedding but is still hella angsty and very dark so please mind the tags

6. What fic has the happiest ending?

The Heart Of A Home ends with Magnus, Alec, Jace cuddles (malec with platonic Jalec)

7. Do you write crossovers?

I wrote Damaged, But Not Beyond Repair which features Raven Reyes from The 100 in a malec fic. That's the closest I've gotten to a crossover, but maybe someday I'll write more.

8. Have you received hate on ao3?

Yeah, a couple comments. Mostly on my darker fics that say "don't like don't read" but I think those commenters can't read that well so

9. Do you write smut?

Yup~

10. Have you had a fic get stolen?

Yeah, someone was posting stolen fics on Wattpad and included a couple of mine.

11. Have you had a fic get translated?

Nope! @soulless-baka should translate one to German just so I can say yes <3

12. Have you co-written a fic?

Two!

Heads, *Shoulders*, Knees, and Toes with @missyousofar and The Bane of Texas with @somesleepysloth

13. What's your fav ship?

Romantic: Magnus/Alec (Shadowhunters), Viktor/Yuuri (Yuri On Ice), Mon/Sam (Gap The Series), Beatrice/Ava (Warrior Nun)

Platonic: Yuuri & Yurio (& Viktor), and just about any platonic ship I can get my hands on tbh

Familial: Alec, Izzy, and Jace

14. What's a WIP you want to finish but never will?

I don't post WIPs, but I have a malec fake dating fic in the works that may or may not be finished one day as well as a canon divergent fic where Alec winds up an accidental King of Edom after killing Lilith and works together with Magnus who has been trapped in Edom by his father.

15. What are my writing strengths?

Uh... dialog? I guess? I don't know, if you've read my writing, you tell me~ I've been told I write sensitive topics well which is nice

16. What are my writing weaknesses?

I want to improve how I write settings, pacing, and general plotting. I'd like to make my writing prettier too.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages on ao3?

However someone wants to include different languages is good with me, but I do have a preference for including a translation somewhere because I don't want to google it

18. What's the first fandom you wrote for?

Supernatural. The fic has since been deleted because I wrote it forever ago.

19. What fandom/ship have you not written but want to?

I'm mostly into writing original stuff right now, but I'd like to write a fic from Yurio's perspective some day. I've written at least 1 fic for most of my favorite fandoms, including Yuri On Ice. I think it could be fun to try writing for a book fandom one day.

20. What's your fav fic you've written?

Uncommon Flavors which is a malec fic wherein Alec has narcolepsy and a service dog, Magnus runs a bakery, and some miscommunication and flirting happens.

Tagging @missyousofar @dicaculus @myulalie and anyone who sees this~

#mine #my post #about me #my writing #ask game

[katnissgirlsmakedo]

ok so. there’s cassel. our protagonist, we love him and his richard papen swag (i don’t actually know if he’s really all that much like richard i’m just saying things) he’s a former teen assassin who wasn’t aware he was an assassin because his brother made him forget with memory magic. and he’s not Really an assassin because he killed all those people via turning them into objects. such as a chair. because he does transformation magic (he’s the only transformation worker in the world that we know of yet, because it’s the rarest type of magic in this universe) ok so that’s cassel. he’s also a teen con artist and runs an underground gambling ring but whatever. and then there’s lila, the mob boss’ daughter, the white cat, our girl who kind of sucks really bad but was recently cursed to be desperately in love with cassel (by his mother. who is insane) so she kind of acts weird in this book. due to the curse. and then there’s sam, cassel’s roommate and best friend, he’s cool you guys would like him. he’s a horror movie fan who lovessss practical effects, which was plot relevant when he was helping cassel fake dying last book. and then there’s daneca, sam’s girlfriend and also cassel’s friend, and we JUST found out she’s a worker too (emotion, same as cassel’s mother). stop me if i’m not making sense i would literally loveeeee to explain more. anyway so daneca is like. that girl who’s really into politics as a teenager, think christa american vandal and that’s her vibe. ok and then there’s barron, cassel’s older brother (barron’s the middle child) who took his memories from the assassinations. he’s also the one who kept cat lila in a cage. he has severe amnesia from all the karma from the memory magic and cassel doctored his memories to make him a better person. he lowkey works for the mobsters but not to the extent the oldest brother did. which brings me to philip, the oldest brother, he was best friends with the mob boss’ nephew (lila’s cousin) and they were planning to use cassel to kill him and take over it was a whole thing. again we cannot possibly care if i say spoilers for this. no one has ever read a holly black book at my recommendation be serious. i’ll believe that when i see it. anyway so philip was kind of the leader of cassel’s secret teen assassin career and after cassel got him back at the end of book one he started ratting people out to the fbi and then got murdered for it (his murder is the mystery book two centers around). and then crucially. maybe. there’s philip’s wife who left him, maura, and ok she’s MAYBE crucial later. i don’t remember these books but i think she’s big. she maybe killed him. unclear. i’ll let you know. anyway so that’s the rundown of the big characters i know everyone was soooo interested 😁

#⚖️ #and lila is my girl forever. i miss when she sucked more tho

[mlobsters]

supernatural s7e14 plucky pennywhistle's magic menagerie (w. andrew dabb, daniel loflin)

(from the recap) i love baby sam's "and apparently clowns kill!" response to dean's "planes crash" phobia justification

oh is this a christmas episode? aired in february. ok

DEAN I hope he finds something quick. This whole protocol du jour thing's really creeping my cheese.

that's some kind of expression

SAM So, we got dick on Dick? DEAN That's a vivid way of putting it.

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SAM ...I might have found something over in Kansas. DEAN All right, well, let's do it. But, uh, a few simple rules, okay? No babies. SAM smiles. DEAN In fact, no baby mamas. No bars. No booze – no hot chicks of any kind. SAM Wait, wait, wait. Did you just say – DEAN Hey. You spawn a monster baby, see how quick you want to dive back in the pool.

no booze? yeah right, my dude. gotta sell that fake beer brand

the sideburns heard me and staged a comeback

DEAN Plucky's. Why does that sound familiar? NANNY Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie? Pizza chain for kids. Actually, more for lazy parents.

was that a, "ah yes now i remember dad dumping us there" moment or what. is this the clown phobia origin story?

yo, this reminds me of my favorite book when i was like, middle schoolish age, sphere by michael crichton. i wrote him a letter for a project asking about the ending of the book. sadly, did not get a response. anyway. manifested thoughts/fears after you went inside it. a giant squid was involved. childhood fear from 20,000 leagues under the sea. does entering the chuck e cheese knockoff do it

ok.

oh, so it wasn't dad dumping them there, it was dean!

SAM (on phone) Uh, you would dump me and go trolling for chicks. DEAN (on phone) It's not like I left you in jail. I mean, those places are supposed to be fun. SAM (on phone) Fun? Uh, they're lame. And they smell like puke. And the ice cream is all grainy.

still ridiculous but cute. i will take lighthearted bickering and teasing any way i can get it. and padalecki's over the top acting seriously freaked out and nervous while also pretty nonsensical, i will take

alSO. retroactively irritated about calling a place like this for "lazy parents". i have 3 kids (they're 9, 7 and 5 years old) and hoo boy. non-parents being judgey about parenting lol

here's a niche one, another because i've seen it so many times i remember person. very small part on the killing

the killing s2e5 jennifer spence as eve

insufferable perky child self, wouldn't think he was all "i don't know why i'm doing anything anymore" last episode

DEAN Cops have a theory? SAM Yeah, they think the ball washer did it. DEAN The what? SAM The... ball washer. DEAN [smiling] The what? SAM The ball – SAM holds up his hands in frustration.

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DEAN "Shark Week," man. How do you not watch that? SAM walks away. DEAN Whole week of sharks.

shark week is another thing i've seen enough in fic and assumed it was fanon :) the canon is so plentiful, don't even need fanon

cringing my way through this over the top goofy plucky's employee interrogation sequence.

dean/jackles laughing is so sincere like he couldn't get out the line, adorable. terribly endearing this whole interaction. reminds me when dean was trying to convince himself he was having more fun being with cas and no sam

from s5e3 free to be you and me: CASTIEL What's so funny? DEAN Oh, nothing. Whoo. It's been a long time since I've laughed that hard. It's been more than a long time. Years.

lot of good brother moments this episode and mild to moderate cringing. i'll take it

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 7x14 #sideburns #spnhiky #hiky #the killing #jennifer spence #andrew dabb #daniel loflin #chopsurveillance #spn clip #spn canon not fanon

[alaynestone]

Hello!! Happy WW :)

Sam is clever. And has an interesting relationship with monsters.

At various points Sam's advocated for non-humans to be allowed to live peacefully, learned some magic, and has worked with demons thinking that he could betray them first/outsmart them.

Do you have any headcanons about how Sam might use the supernatural in his relationship with Dean? If he met Good shifter, would he ever ask them to play Dean (either sex or when he disappointed him)? Would he use spells? Fake cases?

hello!! happy wincest wednesday!!

sam has a lot of darkness in him, but i don't think he could objectify dean to the level of asking a shapeshifter to pretend to be him. i don't think he'd cast a love spell on him either, he wants dean to choose him. he'd know it was fake the whole time. i love the "magic made them do it" trope but it's more compelling to me if it's something that was done to them, not something they did to each other.

(however, if soulless sam was given the opportunity to fuck shapeshifter!dean he'd definitely fuck his brains out. but it's just not something he'd actively seek out. he's more interested in getting the real dean to give it up for a "fake" version of his brother than go looking for a fake version of dean.)

i'm a big fan of the ways he already uses (or has tried to use) the supernatural in his relationship with his brother. HUGE FAN. doc benton immortality? book of the damned? finding a questionable faith healer when hospitals said there's nothing they can do? i could go on and on.

they should have let him do more witchcraft. the early spn kind. while i thematically understand the healing aspect of him practicing with rowena at no personal cost, her brand of abracadabra magic is just not interesting.

apart from life or death situations, something nice he could do with his gift is make some adjustments to dean's body. give dean the pussy and womb he always secretly dreamed of that sam has picked up on. maybe with the late seasons type magic this wouldn't backfire in any way and the witch!sam storyline would have a purpose.

#theangiediary #wincest wednesday #wincest #i hope you got my ask btw! tumblr was loading for a long time so i thought it would get eaten