i have the opportunity to do one of the funniest fucking things ever, so stay tuned
hi dean, I was wondering what your thoughts on incest in fiction or fanfiction are? Not specifically in spn but maybe also related to that
also you’re pro ship right? Like you’re pro everyon shipping what they want to, not the dumb definition TikTok has popularised
anyways have a good one!
the thing is that a lot of people, ESPECIALLY on tiktok, seem to have forgotten basic fandom etiquette like ship and let ship, don’t like don’t read, and ykinmkbykiok
my view or opinion on things doesn’t matter in a larger context. it only matters to me. i curate my fandom and internet experience for me personally, because that’s the way the internet works. if i see something that i don’t like, i simply block the account and keep scrolling. as should be the case with everyone. especially an a platform like tiktok where your experience is heavily curated by an algorithm, and interacting negatively with things you don’t like is still interaction and you WILL see more content like that
is incest ever something i’ll read? no. it’s always something that i filter out of tags, and if something in a fic gets even a little too close for my liking, i’ll almost certainly dnf it
HOWEVER it’s none of my business what other people are reading or writing or shipping. i’ll simply keep scrolling, because i am not the target audience of that content
there’s simply no point in trying to assert your views on morality onto other people in an attempt to win an argument to be the moral highpoint. particularly on ao3
the reason we have ao3 is because of incest ships, and trying to erase their existence 1) isn’t going to work, and 2) super fuckin hypocritical. censorship, but ESPECIALLY censorship rooted in one person or one group’s idea of morality is an incredible slippery and dangerous slope
a censorship free place not only means that you can post whatever you want, but also that other people can do the same. in order to have one, you MUST have the other. and bitching about that is only going to make other people dislike you
fandom is supposed to be fun. and if you spend all your time trying to police what other people interact then that’s not fun for you or anyone else involved.
stop trying to be the morality police. ship and let ship. don’t like, don’t read. ykinmkbykiok
some excerpts from the destiel fic i’m currently writing that i just think are neat :)
even the Father is a deadbeat dad
he is equal parts mourner and post mortem; the ghost of everything that never was and all that will never be housed in the death-black hearse of the impala
not a specter in the proper definition of the word, of course, but the aching absence of him that is palpable in every corner
he has scattered ashes before, muttered almost inaudible remember-you-are-dusts, and let soft breezes carry final remnants of fleeting mortality across windmill-marked fields
actually easter isn’t about jesus it’s about dean winchester
the long anticipated omegaverse fic is finally here!
in an uber to the airport listening to ghost and reading gay fanfic. my driver has a rosary hanging on the rearview mirror this is so much
writing fanfic in my local coffeeshop & bookstore, i feel so mysterious and gay
writing patterns :)
thanks @father-salmon for the tag!
rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern
1. time means nothing to an eternal being | 2.1 k | mature
Day One
Normally, the Mark on Castiel’s arm is nothing but a dull ache. While annoying, it’s easy to handle, easy to push away the quiet voice suggesting how nice it would feel to run someone through with a blade.
It gets worse, Dean had told him.
2. christmas blues | 4.2k | mature
Handel’s Messiah plays quietly in the background. Castiel watches the record go around and around on the turntable in the corner of the living room. Soft voices drift down from the attic, eager and excited. Flames crackle in the fireplace. The room smells of fresh pine. Flames crackle in the fireplace. The room smells of fresh pine.
3. just ask him out already | 2.6k | teen
The regulars are Dean’s favorite part of his job. He knows some of them by name, for others, he and Charlie have come up with nicknames.
4. swapping bodies | 1.4k | gen
Dean grunts as his back hits the wall, gun landing several feet away from him. He dives for it, narrowly avoiding another flash if light. The witch begins to mutter something in Latin, and oh shit, that doesn’t sound good, but he doesn’t have a clear shot. “Sam!”
5. wrath | 5.2k | explicit
“Dean!” Michael’s harsh voice echoes through the camp, heads turning to stare.
Dean ignores him, head held high as he stalks across the footworn paths. Rage bubbles beneath his skin, his fists clenched, the back of his neck prickling with the watchful eyes of both his and Michael’s armies.
6. no grave can hold my body down | 1.8k | teen
Pain. Blinding, nauseating, permeating every cell in his body, pining him in place. His shirt is warm and wet, clinging to his skin. His hand shakes as he clutches Sam like a lifeline, tears blurring his vision. Sam’s hand is burning hot on his wrist. “Tell me it’s ok,” he whispers.
7. staring in the blackness at some distant star | 1.7k | teen
Dean frowns, body still heavy with sleep, when he reaches behind himself to pull Cas closer, when his hand finds an empty space in his bed, not even any warmth left from Cas’s body.
8. i need you | 1.4k | mature
Cas grips Dean tightly, and in an incredibly nausea inducing pull behind his navel, the submarine’s walls, along with the entirety of 1944 vanish. Dean blinks, willing himself not to throw up as the bunker rapidly appears around them, Cas’s hand still gripping his shoulder tightly.
9. catstiel | 1.8k | mature
Friday
Dean is late getting home from work on Friday night. Bobby had asked him to stay late to finish up a car for some hotshot banker who had paid extra to ensure it would be done before the weekend. Dean doesn’t actually mind, though he had bitched about it all day to Cas via text.
10. mornings aren’t so bad with you | 1.1k | teen
Dean’s favorite thing to do on Saturdays is sleep in late, wake up to Cas sliding back into bed, warm and naked after his morning run and shower, the irresistible smell of coffee brewing wafting through the house. There’s no better way to suffer through the atrocity that is mornings than Cas pressing soft kisses to his shoulders and the back of his neck, the promise of coffee in the air, his husband in bed with him, and sometimes a wonderful wakeup blowjob
downloaded almost a million words of destiel omegaverse fanfiction for my flight from la to the east coast. obviously not gonna read it all, but i refuse to be caught unprepared and fanfiction-less
i’ll probably end up regretting this but i have my 2023 ao3 wrapped, so if you want a random destiel fic rec(s), send me an ask with a number(s) between 1-851 and i’ll give you the corresponding fic from all the fics i read this year
suptober day twelve: epic
wrath by dicklessthewonderclown
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The evening air is cool on Dean’s perpetually rage-flushed skin. Cas is a solid, welcome presence behind him, where he’s leaning against the older man’s chest, seated comfortably in the space between his spread legs.
The lyre is familiar in his tired hands, fingers mindlessly plucking out a melody he can’t quite name. His eyes are closed as he revels in the closeness, the rareness of this particular type of intimacy making him treasure each moment. In nine years of mostly constant war, there isn’t usually a lot of down time for anything more intimate than a quick fuck or a one-off day of uninterrupted relaxation.
Nine fucking years, Dean thinks bitterly. Nine years wasted, nine years spent on this godforsaken beach, fighting what seems like an endless war.
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iliad au! i’ve been wanting to do this one for forever
suptober day ten: close shave
no grave can hold my body down by dicklessthewonderclown
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It occurs to him that, as far as he knows, there is no Death. Billie is gone, taken along with-
There shouldn’t be any reason for a Reaper to have been killed in the months since, so, theoretically, there should be no Death. Which means he shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here regardless. He died. Now, after that, it’s either Heaven or Hell. He doesn’t particularly care which, given that neither will have-
Dean swallows, his mouth dry and throat burning. Neither will have him.
He hears soft footsteps behind him. He turns slowly, and his gaze falls on one of the last people he ever expected to see again. His mouth opens, a silent question hanging on his lips.
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finale fix it fic bc canon can suck my dick
suptober day nine: starlight
staring in the blackness at some distant star by dicklessthewonderclown
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“I was one of the few angels allowed to assist in their creation,” Cas says, voice equal parts fondness and bitterness. “Humans describe stars as being born, dust clouds sucked together, plasma and hydrogen and helium, to simplify something unable to be simplified. It’s as close to the truth as they can get. The creation process, the ‘birthing plan’ of a star, so to speak, is etched into my very being, though there are no words in any language ever spoken to describe it. The concepts are unable to be comprehended by the simplicity of the human mind.”
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working as fast as my little fingers can type to finish suptober, so stay tuned for that. also stay tuned bc i have so many silly little ideas that are coming soon, bc this was the perfect thing to get me out of my months long writer’s block
Content Label: Mature
suptober day eight: satanic panic
i need you by dicklessthewonderclown
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All Dean knows is pain. An unbearable, unending pain that throbs in his face, in his stomach, in his fingers. Lucifer’s fingers thread through his hair, jerking his head back roughly. He uses Dean’s hair as a way to keep him steady as he rains down blows on him.
Cas, please.
They’ve been here before, he thinks blearily, knees aching and pain radiating through every cell in his body. They always end up here. Why do they always end up here?
“Cas, please,” he whispers.
A feral grin splits the face no longer even recognizable as Cas. “Cas is gone,” Lucifer says, mirth seeping into the edges of his words, making Dean nauseous. “‘Fraid I’m all you’ve got.”
Dean coughs, a mixture of blood and spit spilling out of his mouth.
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suptober day seven: black cat
catstiel by dicklessthewonderclown
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“Ok, listen,” Cas says. “Let me explain.”
“Explain what, Cas?”
Cas sighs. “Don’t be mad, ok?”
That’s when he hears it. A soft, almost inaudible sound coming from the other side of the couch. It sounds almost like-
Dean stiffens, straining to make it out, not quite sure whether he’s just hearing things.
There it is again. Cas freezes, then looks away from Dean.
Meow.
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featuring absolutely godawful pun names for cats, such as mewlius caesar and my personal favorite, sir isaac mewton
kicking my feet twirling my hair and giggling whenever i get the ao3 daily kudos email at like 6 in the morning