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my fandoms are many. my concepts are scattered to the winds of tumblr. my tags are varied and messy, entire statistical margins of length and quality running rampant across my multiple blogs.

but you know what? i’m having fun with it.

here’s a map for you dorks anyway:

@capricaruscrow - main blog, u are here, mostly witchy stuff, good old tumblr history memes, and where I save the good ish for my brain

@duskrosecrow - writing content, mtg jokes, fandom stuff related to writing, and my absolutely destructive blorboposting, also where my ao3 is linked to so guess you’ll see fic posts soon huh-

@visctheriananalogs - secret secret secret project in the works, no touch unless gentle, world i’ve been writing for over ten years and needed somewhere to say dumb things about the serious concepts

i’ll keep this list updated I hope, have fun and have a good day y’all!

Yes.

Flirting with the idea of developing a fic idea I had where Dean freaks out after Cas is bought back (post s15) and flees to Jody's under the guise of fixing her roof or her fence or something and just keeps finding things to fix instead of going back to the bunker, and in that time he actually learns how to unwind and set aside his soldier mentality for the first time ever, opens up to Jody a little about not knowing how to accept someone's love without thinking it will kill them, and he also begins to grow out his hair and beard because again, he's no longer a soldier he doesn't need the utilitarian cut anymore, and when Cas finally gets fed up enough to chase him down and confront him he bursts into Jody's house ready to fight it out but is blindsided by Dean Winchester, love of his life, with floppy hair, a beard, some fuckass Hawaiian shirt, bickering in the kitchen with Claire as he cooks dinner or something and the steam is taken out of him so fast because it's the softest and most relaxed he's ever seen Dean that he just kind of walks up and puts his hands in his hair and stares at him while Dean has that emotional in love with my best friend crisis he was avoiding for months in like fifteen seconds flat

Last night, I was reading Dean Imagines and I couldn’t help but think that Dean and I would have been together in a different world if given the chance. Anyone else?😂😂😂

the last night

There is a common misconception that the Winchesters were just unlucky. That it was simply a hand of misfortune that ran their way and ruined their every chance of a quiet life. But it had taken a very specific set of cruelty to lead them to that one fateful night.

It had, like most unfortunate events, started with a storm. Dean Winchester, however, is unaware of the emptiness that awaited him at home. Because as he was driving home (which was currently a crappy motel in Louisiana) from California, his younger brother was on his way to Stanford. But he doesn’t know that. He also doesn’t know that he caused this for himself in some way, (when he does, he is crushed by the weight of his actions.) And naturally, he doesn’t know the bloodshed that awaits him after what the gods call, mockingly, The Last Good Day. 

So Dean drives. Screaming the lyrics of Eye of The Tiger that flooded his car from his mixtape because he could. Because he’d bumped into a girl he’d met years ago. Because he was going home. Dean sings because he doesn’t know.

And in another car on the same highway, Sam Winchester sits in silence. His hands tremble as he grips the wheel, shaking as he drives, and his eyes hold back tears he refuses to let spill. He was free. Sam had what he’s always wanted—a normal life—but it hit him that he barely knew what life was outside Dean. His brother had been everything to him, and now he wasn’t sure they’d speak again. Sam believes that Dean falls blindly to his father’s orders. Dean was the favourite, he was just the spare. He doesn’t know that this will be the last time in years that Dean and John speak about anything other than potential jobs. And he doesn’t know how, if there had not been another series of unlikely circumstances, his big brother would have driven under the influence and gotten into a fatal accident the very next May.

So Sam sips a cup of coffee. Eyes on the road. The sound of the patter on the road driving out any thoughts that dared to enter his mind. He drives because he, too, doesn’t know.

John Winchester, however, does know.

There’s a common misconception in the hunting community that Dean was John Winchester’s favourite. You and I know that while John would never admit it (despite his many flaws, he did love his sons), John found it easier to love Sam than he ever could Dean.

Sam was a lot more like Mary; both of them had an air of kindness about them. And Sam hated this life, and John assumed (correctly) that Mary would have as well. Dean, on the other hand, was the better copy of John. Dean was the mirror that showed just how ugly John really was. And sometimes John would look at Dean and want him ruined. How dare Dean love with the loudness John wished he could, despite everything that happened. Even in the weeks right after the "before," when John’s brain was a muddle from all the drinks and the sleeplessness, Mama’s boy Dean, mourning Dean, had crept out of his bed in the middle of the night daily to take the throw from the couch and put it over a blacked-out John. And for a man who knew loss better than himself, given the choice between loving himself and loving the last piece of his wife, he would choose Sam.

And so John drinks. Drinks until every step feels foreign. Until his anger spills from the cup into the room. Leaving a trail of ruin with his movements. He drinks because he does know.

I’m In Love With A Dumbass

Summary - Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N hate each other’s guts. What happens when they have to spend weeks together due to a hunt? Will the hate only grow or will things take a turn in a direction none of them anticipated?

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Female!reader

Warnings - SMUT 18+, Unprotected sex (y’all are better than this), Oral sex (f receiving), grinding, fingering, making out, fluff, angst, language. Please tell me if I’m forgetting something!

Word Count - 5572

A/N - Written for the lovely @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone as she recently hit 5k followers!! Big congratulations once again!!🥳🥰

I had an awesome time writing this and it was fun to write enemies-to-lovers trope for the first time. The gif I got cannot be posted or tumblr will flag my post. 😬 Thank you for hosting this challenge and letting me be a part of it. ♥️♥️♥️

Beta’d by the absolutely awesome, @msmarvelouswinchester . A big thank you my Chan!!!😘

Please tell me what you think about it.

FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!

Happy Reading :)

*****

Dean Winchester was pissed. He was annoyed, frustrated and furious and every other feeling that came along with it. But mostly, Dean Winchester was done. He was done with Y/N Y/L/N. He was done with this hunt that had kept stretching on. Because that meant he had to spend more time with her. 

Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N were hunters, who were currently hunting a pack of werewolves for the last three weeks and two days all over the States because little brother Sammy had gotten hurt on their last hunt and was left behind to rest peacefully in the bunker, away from her! 

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CHAPTER THREE! Just dropped take look and let me know if you like pls👉👈😙

I will try to make longer in chapter four😔🛐

Yall I have 2 jobs now and my laptop broke but I swear I am still trying to get the Bridgerton au out to you all.

Ya girl had just been struggling to get sleep. I have about 1k-ish words done.

It will be done soon I promise. My laptop just scares me right now.

Guys please give requests. My brain is blank and I wanted to write today. I will write for legit anything.

Criminal minds (Spencer and Morgan) , supernatural, once upon a time, Star Trek: lower decks, the boys, Marvel characters.

My requests are so open <3

More thoughts on Dean x Desi! Reader

Imagine like the first time he sees you in like a Saree or Lehenga- OH! Imagine like a casual day and you’re just hanging out at the bunker and you decide to wear a simple Kurta ! He would die at how beautiful. He’d think you’d look absolute perfect everytime you wear anything cultural. Like bangles or Jhumkas or tikka or bindi. He’d think about how insanely beautiful you are, not because of the cultural clothing or accessories but because you’re always pretty and you wearing something from your own culture just accentuates it! He would compliment you like crazy and flirt his head off and obviously try to learn a little bit.