And so, to protect man, and to save yourself the grief, you set up a shop selling blood treats. But you don’t use your own blood. No, that’s far too dangerous, and you’re far too afraid of having your blood drawn. So you turn to the cultures of the world that offer blood based treats and cuisines. Gathering many professionals, you create a unique, peculiar tea house, Bloody Immortali-tea, a tea house that serves almost exclusively blood based foods and the occasional blood infused tea. That way, those hoping to make good on a long-storied folly can safely feast on all the blood they could desire, and see that their foundation of hope were built on the sands of deceit, all while allowing you to keep your blood in your veins, and only in your veins.
You are an immortal, having to deal with the rather troublesome rumour that your blood grants immortal life. However, what those after your blood don’t know is that since you can’t die, you are an excellent host to several deadly bacteria and viruses-all existing peacefully in your blood.
Currently have like 7 wips like this that I cannot figure out to save my life 😭
You guys shouldn’t be so judgemental of The Winchesters, it’s Jensen’s first fanfiction he’s trying his best
Thinking about falling in love with Castiel after he loses his divinity. After he’s been kicked out of the bunker, he loses his best friends, his family, his home, and the man he loves, all in one fell swoop. He’s lost his power, his defense, and he’s lost in a world that wasn’t his home, and he has no one to rely on. Not only that, but he’s learning how to do things that he’s never needed to do before. Eating, drinking, sleeping, even holding a job, just as a means of survival. He’s learning what it’s like to actively live in a human body; to take care of it and survive in it, instead of just inhabiting a body like we would clothing or an apartment.
Falling in love with his quirks and social oddities. Getting to watch iconic movies with him, and enjoy his reactions as he sees them for the first time. Loving him as he struggles with this new, human identity and holding him through the times it all becomes too much. Getting to watch as his self-worth gradually begins to sprout, as he realizes he is priceless because of who he is, not because of what he can offer others. Listening to him talk about things that confuse or enamor him about being a human being. Listening to him talk about the things that make him feel, and getting to see his eyes shine as he takes on a task that he enjoys. Getting to be the person who loves him when he doesn’t feel like he deserves it, and loving him even when he struggles with loving himself. Becoming that comforting safety, that only someone you love can offer, for him.
Loving Cas as he navigates being human would have heartbreak and hardship, but sticking with him and loving him through it would offer loyalty and love that is hard to fathom. The heartbreak of hearing his story, and the way that he was treated by the people he loves would be one that haunts you, even when he has long since healed and moved forward from it. The sting of that heartbreak would be the very pain that pushes you into Dean’s path as he tries to reach out to Cas again, and it’s the same thing that makes you rail against each hurtful word and cutting expression that he throws Castiel’s way over the course of the years. That haunting pain that Cas bears in his heart is what makes you fight to stay by his side when he inevitably agrees to return to help the Winchesters, and it makes you protective of him, and his heart, angelic or otherwise.
OHHHH!! WRITE THAT DOWN!! WRITE THAT DOWN!!!
thinking about how sam is never worried about his own safety when he’s with dean
Racing to finish the arcana so I can start writing fics abt my husband and my other spouses. They are the lomls
Drawing him seems to be the only thing that gives me peace now, so there's that
Like I understand what it’s trying to say and what it’s portraying, but where I struggle with phrases like “he growled” or “his eyes darkened” is picturing it in my head. Like I understand in context what it means, and I can even get a general idea of what it should look like, but I have a hard time like identifying it irl, ig? Like I can’t think of an instance when I heard a man growl in real life, but I do realize that the author doesn’t literally mean he’s growling like a dog. Not can I picture a familiar face with their eyes darkened. I do understand that the writer doesn’t intend for me to imagine the character’s eyes literally darkening in color (I don’t think??) but that it is intended to express an intensity (and usually heady desire) in the character’s expression.
I’m so sorry but in the nicest way possible do yall actually read books or just read words??? Cause I’ve been seeing that trend of people not understanding how “snarled” and “eyes darkened” and “eyes softened” etc. was used in a book and like…
Genuinely, do yall just not have imagination?? Or not understand figurative language??? Also eyes do literally darken and soften have you not lived a life??? How do you read with no imagination? Is this how you get through so many books in one month - you simply don’t take the time the understand the words as they are read?
What do you mean I have to write it myself?
what do you MEAN there aren't any good fics that are well written and complete and more than 8k words but also happen to be the exact niche pairing and specific au that i want to read. does the universe hate me or something????
edit: if one more person reblogs this saying i should write it myself im actually gonna lose it. post cancelled cuz yall don't understand that actually i deserve to just have all the fics in the world that i want to see exactly when i want them
Happy Birthday to the loml 🥰🥰
happy birthday u old man /pos
As we reach the edge of camp, the awkward hush fell back over our party’s usual loud, tittering banter. Huffing, I finally come to terms with the rest of the party has finally come to the same conclusion that I’ve kept to myself for nearly nine months now, Kyle was replaced, by what is likely a changeling, but the thing is, whatever whomever has replaced him is so much more enjoyable to be around, and a much better team player. Not to mention they’re ten times more efficient than Kyle ever was. But, it’s time to have the conversation I’ve been avoiding all this time. Grabbing “Kyle” gently by the shoulder, I stop us on the outskirts of our camp.
“Hang on a minute, Kyle. There’s, uh, something I’ve been avoiding talking to you about, but I… uh… I think it’s time to rip the bandages off, you know?”
“I really don’t… Ayelleshya, is everything okay?”
“Well, it’s just,” I sigh, bracing myself for the conversation. “I’m just going to be blunt, but you gotta let me get through everything, and I mean my whole spiel, before you jump to conclusions, or get mad, or anything. Do we have a deal?”
“I.. well, it really sounds like I don’t have a choice, but… we have a deal.”
“Good. So, uh, I guess I’ll just dive in. So, I realized a while ago that you’ve been acting kind of uh… out of character.” I hesitate, trying to gauge the reaction on Kyle’s face. “But I think the rest of the party has finally caught on and I just… well, Ithinkthatyoumightnotactuallybekyleanymoreandijustwantedtosaythatthatstottallyokayandweactuallypreferyoutokyleandifyouwantedtojustbeyouinsteadofhavingtopretendtobehimthatdbeokaywithusandillevenhelpyouwiththetranditionifyouneed!”
“What was that last part?” Kyle’s face twists with confusion, while his voice lets out the kindest version of confusion I’ve ever seen from him.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself, “So I think that you might not actually be Kyle, but that’s okay because we totally prefer you to him, and if you just wanted to present as yourself or as not-Kyle, we’d be okay with that, and I’d be more than happy to help you with that transition however I can…” I trail off, not sure what else to say.
“Oh…”
My throat seems to seal itself shut as I choke on my anxiety, nervous that I’ve hurt not-Kyle’s feelings. Mentally scrambling for something to say as damage control, I stare at them dumbly, opening my mouth only to shut it as they speak again.
“Thank God!!! I was dying pretending to be such a worthless asshole all the time! I mean, it’s just so not me!” Not-Kyle babbles, shifting into their own skin with a flash, and offering their hand for a shake, “the name’s Chatelle, I’m a changeling from New Port Harbor.”
“It’s nice to finally formally meet you, Chatelle!” I greet with an excited grin, delighted at the way that Chatelle lights up in their own skin, “might I ask what pronouns you use? I want to make sure I reintroduce our newest addition to the party correctly!”
“Oh! I use any pronouns, but if it’s easier to just pick one, they/them works perfectly fine! I’m so excited!! I’ve been so stressed with how this has been so obviously messing with the group vibe!!”
Through a series of events you find out that your party members have all been replaced by a mimic, a skinwalker, a changeling, and a shapeshifter. You don’t bring up that you know this however as they’re a lot nicer and more efficient then the ones they replaced.
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