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heartsofbeskar · 3 years

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din djarin x fem!reader oneshot

WARNINGS: implied pregnancy, dad!din (its a warning bc ur heart may explode)

WORDS: 830

A/N: in the same universe as ‘warmth of you,’ but can be read alone! so much fluff my teeth fell out of my head writing this, enjoy

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You struggled, most days, to describe the love you had for Din Djarin.

Some days, it felt like a bolt of lightning in a thunderstorm, paralyzing your muscles in place as it jolted through you. Others, it was a soft spring breeze, softly flowing over your skin, soothing you, bringing a peace and calm you couldn’t find anywhere else.

Today, it was the warmth that bloomed inside of your chest as you walked in to see him sleeping, your small daughter cradled to his bare chest.

The low evening sun fell across him where he laid, highlighting the contours of his body; the muscles of his arms, the profile of his nose you adored so dearly, his eyelashes where they cast small shadows down onto his face.

He’d been letting his beard grow in, the short brown hair littering his face, except in the stubborn spots it refused to grow. You noticed it was beginning to be speckled with grey hair as well; a feature he’d no doubt jokingly blame on you.

Brea’s face was turned in your direction; she was completely asleep against the warmth of her father’s chest. Her tiny lips were parted, her tiny hands formed into loose fists. It still amazed you that you and Din, so rough around your edges, could make something so whole.

You peered across the room, quickly, to where you’d left Grogu. His small body was also still with sleep, large eyes closed, ears settled against his favourite pillow. Small noises left him on every exhale, making you smile.

Padding carefully over to the bed, you lowered yourself down gently, one leg after the other, followed by your torso. You woke Din, of course; a stray fly could wake the man from a dead sleep. He watched you with half lowered eyelids, free arm pushing the blanket back for you to join underneath.

As you settled on the bed, his arm came around your shoulders, pulling you in until your head rested on the top of his chest. You stared down at Brea, lightly trailing fingers over the unbelievably soft skin of her back, over Din’s hand where he held her to him. Her hands opened slightly, but she didn’t wake.

“She sleeps like the dead,” Din murmured. His breath washed over your hair. “Just like you.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, sticking your tongue out indignantly. He laughed at the gesture, and Maker, it was a sound you wished you could capture in your hands, hold it close to your chest, carry it with you wherever you went. He didn’t laugh enough, you thought. It would never be enough for you.

Running your fingers along his beard, you stretched to bring your face to his. He met you halfway — he was always meeting you halfway — and pressed his lips to yours. His lips were so soft, and each time you kissed him you felt as if you were learning that for the first time, over and over again.

It was sweet and delicate, a caress of lips against one another, a dance the two of you practiced to no end. You felt him smile against your lips, and you couldn’t help but mirror the expression. He pulled away but remained close, your breaths intermingling in the small space between. His smelled of sharp peppermint.

“You haven’t been sleeping well lately.” It was a statement, not a question, and you didn’t bother to try and argue against it. You loved your daughter past the edges of this universe and beyond, but sometimes her refusal to settle in the deepest hours of the night drove you to very the brink of your sanity.

“Our daughter has your patience,” you said teasingly. He snorted, and you settled your head back down against his skin, looking out the window as the Nevarro sun dipped lower in the sky. Your legs gently tangled with his underneath the soft blanket. “When I was a child, I napped during every thunderstorm.”

“Are you saying you need rain in order to sleep?”

You laughed breathily. “Maybe … too bad we don’t get many of those on a desert planet.”

When he said nothing in response, you peered up at him once more. His brow was drawn in somewhat, lines deepening in his face. You loved the peaks and valleys of his face, a map of the life he had lived, written just for you to explore.

“We can go somewhere with rain,” he said, his tone soft and uncertain. “With thunderstorms.”

“And leave Nevarro?” You studied his eyes, those unfathomable dark depths, the hidden portal to his soul which he kept locked away from everyone but you. They were very serious in this moment.

“I’d go anywhere with you. Be anywhere with you.”

You pulled him down to you once more, pressing your lips to his as if they held all the secrets of the universe itself. Perhaps, you thought, they did.

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tagging some people who were interested in ‘warmth of you’, let me know if you want to not be tagged!! no hard feels

@omgreally @grogusmum @lovehappyloki @kyjoraven @asta-lily @the-ginger-hedge-witch @empress-palpat1ne

if anyone would like to be tagged in future additions to this set, let me know!!

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#star wars #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian x you #mywriting #the mandalorian

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mythicamagic · 3 years

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Fire and Brimstone: a Sesskag oneshot

For @harlecorn! ♥ Happy Birthday! 🎂

Rated T

A Hellhound remains bound beneath a church, waiting for the chance to enact revenge on his captors. His golden opportunity comes in the form of a blue-eyed woman. Sesskag AU oneshot.

You can read this on Ao3, Fanfiction.net and Dokuga

AN: This takes place in old-timey England. Think Witch Trial era - between the 15th and 18th century. However, I'm largely skipping the old language used in those times bc it would make dialogue feel awkward. If Kagome sounds weird it's bc I've had to lay off the modern talk a bit.

Warning: references to/implies torture

Fire and Brimstone

It was raining outside. Sesshoumaru could tell because a continuous leak somewhere had become his sole entertainment for several hours now. A thin sliver of water dripped from the roof between 10-second intervals, and he passed the time by counting them.

...Eight...Nine...Ten- drip!

A black nose twitched, picking up stale dampness lingering in the air. His body ached, but if he stayed still the wounds remained at a manageable dull, continuous pain rather than flaring white-hot agony.

How long had it been since he'd been dragged down into this dark place? He couldn't recall. Perhaps years. At the very least- months. He'd long since given up looking around at his prison, now laying in a dozing, frozen state.

Hearing something, Sesshoumaru's fluffy ear quirked. The blood inside his ear canal had encrusted, leaving sounds muted, but he could pick up distant footsteps descending stone stairs.

Have they returned to pray and bind me more tightly to their pathetic altar?

Sesshoumaru inwardly sneered, scarred paws remaining motionless. Though incredibly weak due to holy water- with his back and arms impaled with large iron stakes- a powerful, simmering rage in his chest refused to be tempered. His throat burned, belly scorching hot.

The church priest would pay, along with all his snivelling followers. One did not bind a Hellhound and live to tell the tale. Their foolish obsession with witch hunts and stamping out 'evil' within the land would be their undoing. They were fortunate they'd captured him while he'd been asleep.

Torchlight shone an orange hue behind Sesshoumaru's eyelids, but he refused to open them, playing possum.

"Still sleeping, are ye, unholy mutt?" a detestable, straight-laced voice reached his damaged ears, another torch being lit inside the room. "Good. Stay that way. Sleep until our heavenly Lord above casts you back from whence you came, down to Hell."

Oh this one will not be returning empty-handed, Sesshoumaru inwardly purred.

Remaining motionless, he looked for all the world unconscious. He couldn't lash out and tear into the priest as desired, due to a muzzle enclosed around his jaw. So, he bided his time. Rescue was out of the question. Dark creatures such as he received no aid from brethren. Sesshoumaru would just have to conserve energy for now.

The priest murmured a prayer that sent wrought iron hissing anew inside his flesh. Inwardly snarling, Sesshoumaru held himself still, refusing to show pain. His legs trembled slightly, giving him away.

Curse you. Curse you!

Wrath pumped through his veins, a siren song urging him to kill.

Satisfied that his work held strong, the head priest left; the sound of footsteps retreated up the stairs, leaving behind the lit torch.

At least that changed the scenery a little. Not that he had any reason to look upon it. Sesshoumaru panted hard the second he was left alone, sharp teeth clenching hard inside his jaw.

A quiet gasp caught his attention. Sesshoumaru froze. His nose twitched.

No scent?

Frowning, the Hellhound pried his eyelids open. Orange and black shapes shifted, blurry until someone's face came into focus.

Blue eyes gazed down at him. A woman with dark hair tumbling down her back slowly pried her hand away from her mouth.

"They really are cruel," she muttered, shocked features becoming grave. "I might as well refrain from asking if you're alright- since you clearly aren't," the stranger winced. "Sorry, that was insensitive."

Sesshoumaru blinked. What the Devil?

Her lips pursed, attention sliding to the iron stakes in his back. "I don't know how they managed to capture you. Surely that Priest can't have holy powers. He's about as pure as mud."

"...What are you?"

She paused, tilting her head and pushing dark hair behind her ear. "O-oh, that was rude of me, I didn't introduce myself, did I?" smiling, she straightened. "My name is Kagome Higurashi. Who are you?"

His question had been left unanswered, for he was largely uninterested in her name. He sneered, "Sesshoumaru."

"Nice to meet you, Sesshoumaru," she brought her hands together behind her back, smiling with only slight wariness. Her faded dress was slightly torn. Peasant wear. "I didn't expect you'd be able to talk."

"And I did not expect to be joined down here by a little lost lamb. Are you my dinner? They do not typically feed me." Saliva pooled in his mouth, drool pooling on the altar. His jaws parted, eyes glinting as they ran over her willowy form.

Kagome stepped away, huffing and crossing her arms. "While I sympathize, don't get rude. If you eat my soul then you really will be all alone- with no allies. You'll have eaten the only help you're going to receive in this place."

Sesshoumaru frowned as she walked out of his available sight, moving around his left side and picking up something from a shelf.

"You seek to give me aid? That seems counterintuitive for a soul as pure as yours."

He could smell it. The light radiating from within her. He knew her to be foreign from her features- and wondered how a priestess from a faraway land had arrived in such a miserable country rife with turmoil and evil; his hunting ground for the past few centuries.

She reappeared in his line of vision, holding a bowl of collected rainwater. She frowned, "I don't think 'pure' means 'doormat.' These men have caused a lot of harm. Harm should come back to them."

Red eyes cracked wider, interest lighting his red gaze. Kagome set the bowl down, resting a knee beside his jaw on the alter. "I'm trying to help you. Please don't eat me for it," with a wobbly smile, she reached for his muzzle.

Sesshoumaru held still, keen attention fixed on her every movement. Her deep blue eyes were pleasing, face quite beautiful in flickering torchlight. His dry tongue shifted within his mouth.

A Hellhound's purpose was to drag corrupted souls to the underworld. Kagome's radiated a strong, fierce glow.

The Japanese woman carefully grasped cool metal chains, pulling them off from around his face and tossing the muzzle aside.

Spittle-coated teeth immediately lunged- latching onto the coarse fabric of her modest dress, canines resting over her chest. Kagome gasped, hands grasping his jaw. Sesshoumaru tilted his head up, forcing her to lean over him slightly.

Crimson eyes glared up at her, growling lowly.

"What is your motivation, priestess?" a dark rumble growled inside her mind. "Tell me why I see black flames of revenge burning in the depths of your soul. A single blemish in your otherwise spotless self."

Kagome exhaled, and he felt her chest expand and fall with each breath. Gentle fingers ran over the silver fur on his face, cracking his eyes wider.

"The Dutch took me from my country a few years ago. Since then, I've been passed around to different places, picking up different languages. When I was forced onto a boat heading for this strange land- I didn't think anything more of it. I was to be the servant of a reputable house, but the priest of this church took issue with my foreign looks. After that, men dragged me here. You're not the only one who has suffered at their hands."

She withdrew her touch- and Sesshoumaru nearly tipped his head to chase it- unfamiliar with gentleness. Sparking holy powers then collected between her fingers, hovering close without making contact.

"I don't want to hurt you, in fact, I'd rather we were allies," the hushed words sounded genuine. "But I won't let you eat me easily either if that's what you're after. Let go."

Sesshoumaru searched her face, becoming entranced; Drunk off the sparking conviction there. What an odd, strong woman.

Letting out a breath of steam that whipped her hair back, Sesshoumaru relaxed his lower jaw, teeth unhooking from where they'd dug into the material of her clothes. He lowered her back to kneel on the altar, immediately diving for the water she'd provided instead.

Kagome caught her breath, holy powers fading away.

He lapped up every last drop, panting for more, wanting to sate the burning in his throat, but it would do for now. Sesshoumaru lifted his head, words firm with conviction as his chest rumbled.

"If you release me from my imprisonment, I will do your bidding for a time, woman. However, you should be aware of the consequences if you set me free."

She absentmindedly rubbed at the spot over her chest where his teeth had been, lips curving. "I know what'll happen to me, Hellhound," Kagome said quietly. "I accept the consequences."

Sesshoumaru bumped her leg with his nose, resting his head upon her thighs. “Then what do you command?”

"I want you to devour them," she murmured, gaze far away as she stroked mindful fingers through matted fur. "I believe in reincarnation, so I want you to prevent these terrible people from ever getting a second chance at life again. Eat them all- except the Head Priest. Him...you can drag home, to the deepest, darkest place available. Never let him be free from the shackles and iron bars you thrust inside him."

Sesshoumaru's breath shuddered. Their judgement aligned perfectly; and she'd spoken his desires aloud.

He had come across countless souls during his wrathful existence. He knew kind ones as well as those corrupted. This was one of the few times Sesshoumaru felt he'd witnessed a kind person pushed too far, beyond her breaking point. Now a deep well of dark emotion had pooled inside her, magnificent in its righteous fury.

Shifting, he dragged a hot, wet tongue up the length of Kagome's collarbone and neck, leaving a slick trail.

"Such pain...I can taste the ash on you," he purred, looking into her sad blue eyes. His voice hardened, incensed with renewed anger from her hurts and his own. "Free me, and it is gladly done."

Kagome shivered, before moving around his side. Gripping one iron bar embedded through his front leg that jutted into the alter below, she planted her knees wide.

"This is going to be a painful process, I'm sorry. W-will you survive the blood loss?"

The white demonic dog flashing her a jagged smile. "Just who do you think you are talking to?"

With a nod, Kagome steeled herself. Giving a hard yank that sent her stumbling backwards- the long, gruelling process began. Only when the agony died down would a monster with blood-red eyes emerge from the bowels of the church.

And all Hell broke loose.

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The church tower collapsed through the roof that fateful night. Bloodshed had begun, soaking the air with a coppery taste that quickly became dwarfed by fire. Earlier rainfall could not deter it- nothing stood in its blazing, enraged path.

White flames roared around the silver monster. He chased men down the church aisle in a frenzied hunger, catching them in his jaws. Of course, he saved the best for last.

The Head Priest trembled against a broken wall while screams pervaded the smoky air.

Sesshoumaru turned, panting. A red tongue lolled, snaking up to lick his bloodied maw.

With a yelp, the man tried to scramble away- only for his robes to be snagged on a broken beam. Heavy paws collided with his back, teeth latching into his clothes.

Within the burning depths of the church, a roaring inferno opened up. The Priest clawed and scrambled at blistering ground, cobblestone turning into scolding cinders beneath his palms. Frightened screams rang out as he was dragged backwards, Sesshoumaru descending with him down a winding, fiery path into the earth.

Everything collapsed inwards with one final groan of wood as structures toppled, the building completely caving into a burning wreck.

Kagome stood alone on a hillside, watching the entire thing unfold. She then smoothed her skirts, crouching by an unmarked, mass grave.

"I hope...you'll feel avenged now," she said softly.

She did not run nor scream. Instead, Kagome waited patiently to meet her fate, setting some flowers down.

A white dog demon covered in patches of ash approached silently. He sat beside her, neither acknowledging the violence he'd just committed.

"This is where you are buried?" he asked, gazing intently at her.

The ghost smiled wanly. "Buried makes it sound like we had a funeral. I was dumped in this hole with a few other women after we were sentenced as witches and burned at the stake. Nothing was left but my charred remains," her voice wobbled. Kagome made to wipe some tears- his sticky tongue licking them away before she could.

She gentled, touching his bloodied jaw. "H-how are your wounds?"

"All but mended," Sesshoumaru drew closer, humid breath fanning over her neck. "You know what must happen now."

Kagome laughed cynically. "Mn, because I'm a corrupt soul, you'll be dragging me to Hell too," she brushed a hand over the fur at his shoulder. Blue eyes hesitated for a moment, afraid of something entirely human.

"Will it...hurt?" she whispered.

If it were possible for a demon dog to ease his expression into something a touch less cold and hungry, Sesshoumaru managed to achieve something almost warm. He didn't answer at first, allowing a moment of silence to stretch between them. When he finally spoke again, his speech resounded inside her head as a soft grumble.

"No. Not for you."

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that," a breath rushed out of her dead lungs, arms wrapping around herself as she glanced at the grave. "I've had enough pain, thank you."

"Indeed, you and I both."

A lily-white hand was offered down to her, sliding into her vision. Kagome's gaze drew up to a tall male.

The yellow moon looming behind his head gave him a halo effect; its gentle glow lining his face and dazzling her. Silvery hair split down broad shoulders, hanging like fine royal threads fit for a King. He wore black robes that billowed like dragon smoke.

Sesshoumaru's inhuman face smiled in an unnerving fashion, though she could tell the intent behind it- the desire to reassure her despite evidence of death on his robes. "Shall we go?" he asked in rich, clear tones.

Kagome stared up at the demon's handsome features. Smiling, she grasped his clawed hand without fear, allowing him to pull her up.

"You didn't have to change into such a pleasing form. I was coming with you anyway."

"My form is pleasing?" thin lips curved, tucking her hand into the crook of his arm, Sesshoumaru strolled with her down the hill, a gateway opening up within the earth as a huge chasm, welcoming him home.

"Oh hush, you know it is," Kagome smiled tiredly, walking with the Hellhound away from the fire and brimstone burning behind them. "So...will I be punished down there?" her voice was almost lost, spoken so softly.

Glowing eyes smiled. "There is a place some call the Elysian Fields. I will take you to them."

She stiffened, blinking rapidly to expel the salty tears of relief and gratitude welling up in her eyes. Kagome stopped within the cavern of the underworld, causing him to halt with her. Drenched under harsh shadows of the earth about to swallow them whole, his eyes shone red like glittering jewels.

"I suppose I'll need a guard too," she said evenly. "To make sure I don't escape. I'm a very wicked soul, after all. A heretic."

Sesshoumaru flashed his teeth at her. "Hn, the worst kind. I will see to it personally since this one is best suited for such a difficult task."

Smiling with relief, Kagome willingly walked with him into the jaws of Hell.

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#inuyasha #Sesskag #sesshoumaru x kagome #Sesshoumaru #Kagome higurashi #AU

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roseverdict · 3 years

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sO ASK MEME

gf ut souls, google earth existed in 2012, gf will my chaos never cease, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA and I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA 👀

also apparently I have 42 wips bc I didn't count mine and im,,,, yess

Some EXCELLENT choices >:D

"gf ut souls:" I don't have a lot for this one, but the gist was "what color souls would the Pines twins have." I have two potential colors for each of them, and as it turned out, there's not a lot of overlap between them. (also if tumblr mobile could let me pick more than just the limited colors i'm allowed that'd be GREAT)

dipper: bravery/perseverance

mabel: integrity/kindness

stan: determination/patience

ford: justice/perseverance

yes ford might be yellow. no i did not plan it that way. wkdjwdkdjdk

"google earth existed in 2012" was my shot at "ok but what if the world at large was aware of weirdmageddon" fic skdnsodnsldks. we'd follow dipper and mabel's parents as they spend the end of the summer in a panic and then just fkn BOOK IT once weirdmageddon ends and the falls are back to normal

"gf will my chaos never cease" is a fanfic of a fanfic. yall know "the invitation" by @3hobbitsinatrenchcoat? my brain tried to make me write "post-weirdmageddon, while stan's still got major memory issues, ford actually looks through stan's degrees and feels Regret™" fic. one day i might finish it. one day,,,,,

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" is another fanfic of a fanfic wodjsodnskdnsdk. i came across this fic on ao3 where stan wound up hosting a late night talk show, and ford finds it in the deepest depths of his paranoia, and after a while of listening and clinging to the one stable thing he has left, ford calls in and they have a heartwrenching heart-to-heart on the airwaves. the idea came from somewhere on tumblr that might've been st*nc*sty, unfortunately, however i'm stealing it for all of us in the anti-inc*st crew >:) i wanted to try giving a mostly-dialogue writing style a try, and, well…

"Alright, while I get this dust outta my eyes, let's hear from our second caller! Caller, you're live!"

"So. 'Sixer' and 'Knucklehead,' huh?"

A squeak and a crash from the host.

Weakly, "…hi, Sherm."

"'Hi, Sherm,' he says. You two haven't been calling like you said you would, and now you're co-hosting a radio show?! When was this?! Last I heard, neither of you wanted to contact the other for fear of-!"-

"WEEE DON'T NEED TO AIR OUR DIRTY LAUNDRY ON THE AIRWAVES."

A wheeze. "Holy shiiitake mushrooms, it's actually Sherm!"

"Darn right, it's me! Now fill me in, dangit! When did my baby brothers make up, and do I have to tell Ma and Pa?"

"DO NOT TELL PA, ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GOURD-?!"

"Sherm, this whole thing is a relatively recent development and-"

"Whoa, slow down-!"

"-know what he'd say if he found out we were talking to each other again?! I can imagine it crystal-clear! He'd take one listen and-!"

"-I mean, Ma would probably like to know, but Pa isn't exactly happy with either of us, and you know as well as I do that he'll take in the evidence, reject what he doesn't like, and find a way to blame everything on Knucklehead, and we are not going through that again-!"

"-wait, wait, hold up, Sixer, what do you mean, Pa isn't-?!"

"Guys. GUYS. SLOW DOWN. GUYS."

"…what do you mean, Pa's not happy with you?"

"Remember what I told you about my studies, and how they've recently gotten to be too much for reasons I can't get into on the air?"

"…yeees?"

"I may have undersold it…by a lot. I was sleep-deprived when I first called in, but not because I got wrapped up in my studies. At least, not in the conventional sense. And…being that much of a mess isn't exactly conducive to making those millions Pa always wanted from us."

"…Forget Pa. Fo-Sixer, I'm on my way to your place now. You can explain things when you get back from-"

"Sherm, are you in the car right now?!"

"You can't go there, it's not safe, Sherm!"

"Says the man who lives there."

"I'm not kidding around! I'm currently with Knucklehead, and I intend to be up here for at least a few more days. As long as he's alright with it, you ought to come up and talk to us here, off the air and far, far away from what my studies have wrought!"

"Yeah, once Sherm's heart is set on something, it's gonna happen. Once the show's over, call the line again, alright? I'll give you the address then."

"…fine. But you two better not chicken out on me, got it?"

"Got it."

"You got it."

"Good. I'm going to hang up now, but I'll still have your show on, so don't think you've gotten rid of me."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Of course not."

"…I missed you two knuckleheads." Click.

"Aw, Sherm…"

"For what it's worth, we missed you too."

"Man, are we gonna make a habit of patching up old wounds on the radio? I'm not gonna make us stop, I just wanna know."

And then "I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA" is that Portal!Ford in the massive multifandom crossover that's low-key rattling around in my brain 24/7, which I posted about here :D

#rosie answers #rosie writes #gf #ask meme

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verobatto · 5 years

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You've changed me

You are always on my mind.

Destiel meta (14x10 spoiler)

Ok! Third meta from 14x10, the first one you can read it here and the second one here.

How are you dear fandom? I'm discovering more and more clues from this episode... Yockey is a real genius!

Ok... I want to start from here...

First Encounter and how Castiel changed Dean

We've talked a lot about this, but did you imagine the impact in Dean's life being saved by this beautiful Supernatural powerful creature. And the words Castiel said to him, we know now, are making echo all the time in his life, in his head... Michael knows it, and maybe Castiel is so present in his mind that must be overwhelming, and the Archangel is unable to understand that, bc as I said before, he can reach the deepest feelings for Castiel.

So he is mad, and that's why he is mocking Castiel and Everyone else important in Dean's life, but in Castiel's case is different, is doing it because he knows something is there between this Seraphim and this hunter going on causing the Archangel not being able to complete the bond with his vessel.

Gif set credit @magnificent-winged-beast

Thanks @magnificent-winged-beast for this beautiful gif set! Michael looks really good! She made this specially bc I asked her for this meta!

Gif set credit @shirtlesssammy

So ok, we had seen this last seasons how the writers were using classic Destiel quotes in other characters to show us different meanings or to show us the singular/plural receptors. But this time, this time is so different... Because Michael is using the classic quotes (with so much meaning in Dean's heart and mind) to mocking them.

"Yeah, so he is important to you bc he rescued you from hell? Big deal..." So he doesn't understand the depth of Castiel and Dean'd relationship, he is like a child, and bc he has afraid of it too, something that he doesn't know... Can't reach.

That's why he is trying to break every bond Dean has with his family, and with this Angel that, for him, must be a mystery. As it was for Qareen and Amara (season 11).

Gif credit @casclaire

This time this means DESTIEL.

Because as I said in my color meta about Mint Condition, Castiel is literally everywhere for Dean, in his mind, but also in his heart. And that's why when Dean remembers him, the blue light is showing us this graphically.

Smiling... Smiling all the way remembering Castiel, not just here, when he was talking about LOVE and STABBING THE HEART, he was smiling saying love can be more crazy than that. And more smiles in 14x06 too, when he touched the rooster, fondly, placing him apart, when the waitress said "Sometimes you only have the sex", he smiled in disagreement, but then fondly, because that's not what love means, he knows now.

Then... Is poetic how this is written... But most poetic is see the huge changes that Castiel provoked in him... Is Castiel aware of this??

Not just this Seraphim has changed a lot because of Dean, Dean had changed a lot too bc of him. But still... There's more work to do...

Still fighting against Toxicity.

So, here is the second part from the Rocky's bar analysis... It has to do with the title I wrote bc... He was literally trapped, locked up in this Emotional Prison (the bar) with time loops, monster that came for revenge, and the avoidance of all that means getting out from there...

The monsters there are the Hunting, FB (Family business). The one that was drunk and sleeping it reminds me to Mint Condition too, remember when they were scaping from the monster, they went into the morgue, and the monsters surprised them bc he was one of the corpses. Ok so this is the Sam, the drunk one surprised Dean and the others too. And now... Beware with the monster that is trapped inside Dean (Michael). Is like saying... The monster was always inside.

And this...

👆Here is like a prison inside a prison, Sam and Cas couldn't reach Dean when he was inside this room. And if you pay attention to the pics on the wall, there's a voluptuous anime girl and a couple of women. And Pam brought him booze to keep him drowned in alcohol. This is his toxic masculinity, in all his splendor. And here is where they have this boyfriend/girlfriend talk and the YOU DON'T WANT ME YOU JUST LIKE TO FLIRT. Is toxic!Dean not wanting to get out. His inner battle between hetero normative and his truly bi self.

So still fighting... But self acceptance will win!

Let's see what happens with the introduction of John! Could this fight end?

To conclude...

The first encounter in the barn is celebrating the 10th Anniversary, and that's why the writers are calling back to the 4th and 5th season that much, and also bc all the issue with Dean and Michael's Possession is one of the centric topics from this season.

Every word and memory related to Castiel, Dean has it present in his mind and soul all the time. The day he came back from Hell rescued by Castiel is the most important turning point in his life.

Castiel came to Dean's life to bring him hopes, faith, and love. Dean began a new path of self knowledge and self acceptance from the day he met Castiel.

But the inner war he has between Healing!Dean and Toxic!Dean needs to stop, we will see how the introduction of John Winchester (representing toxic masculinity and guilt heritage) can heal once for all .

Thanks for reading!

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Buenos Aires January 19th 2019 01:28 AM

#destiel meta #14x10 meta #spn 14x10 spoiler #nihilism

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Dean's emotional prison

Healing!Dean vs Toxic!Dean

So we all in this fandom where talking about that bar when we supposed Dean is locked... Remember we were discussing a lot bf this season aired about Dean's emotional prison.

The EMOTIONAL PRISON is a concept i begin to elaborate when Dean was possesed by AUMichael. But in the first half of the season we didn't see a lot of it, bc Dean came back so soon, and we almost didn't have flashbacks from what AUMichael!Dean did, just a couple of it, so... We were expecting a little more.. well we will have that now with the second Possession and the entrance in Dean's mind.

Toxic!Dean rules the emotional prison

First of all, I want to share with you the first meta I wrote about Dean, bc this has relevance again...

Let's make a tour inside Dean's soul

In this meta I mentioned two things really importants...

I mentioned AUMichael locking Dean in his own emotional prison, place from which Dean needs to break free. And Qareen, the goddess that could see the darkest desires from the heart, talking about THE LOVE DEAN HAS INSIDE COCKLED IN SHAME.

Gif credit @amal-albuloshia

Qareen was intrigued, she even asked Dean who he was, bc she couldn't read his darkest desires, bc Dean has it locked down, so so repressed, that not even this goddess could reach it. And the shame, the shame are those unbreakable wall Dean had built in this prison. What is he hiding?

I think with AUMichael is happening the same, he can't reach Dean's deepest desires or repressed feelings, and that's why he ignores the love that Dean feels for Cas and their PROFOUND BOND.

I wrote a lot about it in here.

Ok so... I know this comparison was made for many people, bc we like to compare the few Archangel's and Angel's Possession we had...

So... Happy place?

Castiel... Winchesters kitchen...

Sam... In the bunker library.

But Dean...

... this is not a happy place... This is an EMOTIONAL PRISON. Toxic!Dean taking control of the situation? Maybe keeping Healing!Dean "drowning in alcohol and depression". THIS IS THE ONLY WAY FOR AUMICHAEL TO KEEP DEAN UNDER HIS CONTROL.

Parallels and how we can reach Healing!Dean in his mind

We will have two parallels here... That time when Dean reaches Mary in her mind... It was difficult bc Mary was ignoring him all the time, trying to live a lie. And Dean reached her through LOVE.

"I love you" sigh...

And the other parallel is the way Dean could wake up and break free from this prison... We have two examples...

Gif credit @cassammydean

Gif credit @dean-squad

Both of this Awakening are related with LOVE. FAMILY LOVE AND BROTHERHOOD.

So... We can say LOVE is what will wake up Dean. Following the evidence will be family ties. Memories...

But I believe won't be just that... As you already read y my "Liar Liar" meta... I truly believe Cas will have a huge intervention revealing what is Profound Bond for and his meaning.

The many scenarios we had representing Dean's emotional prison and mind

We were talking about Dean's mind or Dean is dreaming in the first half of the season with my friends @magnificent-winged-beast @emblue-sparks and @mrsaquaman187 , in fact was all a foreshadow for this moment...

Here you have the meta about it.

So... This dark rooms we were seeing in the majority of the episodes from the first half of the season, are part of the emotional prison, things that Dean had repressed, John Winchester is the most heavy issue to solve and the GUILT HERITAGE too.

He was doing great LEARNING HIS LESSONS and healing. But now... Michael has it again... He thinks he broke him... But I truly believe he doesn't. Dean Winchester will resurface from his ashes helped by Sammy and Castiel.

In conclusion:

The emotional prison and the walls are things that we build by ourselves. We are the ones that locked ourselves inside of that and we are the only ones that can break free from that.

The key for Dean to break his walls and prison is through FAMILY/BROTHERHOOD BOND/LOVE as we saw in Cas and Sam possessions, but this time in Dean's case we will need that LOVE HE KEEPS CLOCKED IN SHAME that resides inside of him, this PROFOUND BOND with Castiel... and we need Sammy here for helping them...

Gif credit @frozen-delight

...as he gave the advice to Mary (mirroring Cas) to talk with AUBobby, and try to break this walls and figure out what was going on in the depth of his mind and soul...

And by the end of the episode Mary was healing AUBobby physically and symbolically, taking care of his wounds, and his soul.

This is what I want to happen people, Sam and Cas reaching Dean... And by the end of the journey... I want THE TALK that the writers were foreshadowing ... (I believe) in the first half of the season. And Healing!Dean breaking free from his emotional prison!

Now I need your opinions and specs!!

Tagging @cheerstofandomfamily @agusvedder @lykanyouko @whyjm @michyribeiro

And everyone else!!

Buenos Aires December 21st 2018 10:01

#dean's meta #emotional prison #inside dean's mind #healing!dean #toxic!dean #sam winchester #castiel #dean winchester #my meta #destiel meta #brotherhood #profound bond #aumichael

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