Dean as A Writer: A Beloved Concept

Though it was in some ways agreed upon that Dean was to be our favorite grunt of sorts, I clung onto the tidbits of his person that permeated a hidden intelligence. For instance, he had a wonderful taste in books, spanning from the classics, horror to pulp existentialism like Kurt Vonnegut. Even more so would he surprise those around him (his brother included) of being well read in the occult; be it in times of crisis or just casually.

Sure, it has been hinted at that intellectually, perhaps he is not as "advanced" as his brother. He's not as specifically trained in certain subjects, nor was he as academically nurtured. But that does not suggest lack of knowledge, or ability.

Hence, one of my favorite, and most obscure tropes, is that Dean is a fantastic writer.

Not "good", or "great". I mean BRILLIANT; so unlike his external visage that his inner voice might even have a different tone.

It's still our Dean's voice... but different. His natural gruffness is a calm timber, his usual audible rage a tempered but eery steadiness that's reminiscent of the eye of a storm - quiet but ominous. And his words. Oh, his words. They are what he's afraid to say aloud, for they are so unlike what everyone is used to hearing from him.

For some reason, I imagine his internal dialogue, and I can see myself being floored by how it could sound like someone as flourishing and articulate as Anne Rice.

IMAGINE.

Ugh. The beauty.

Please, for the love of all things unholy and hidden, give me more Writer!Dean tropes. I beg of you.

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Magical water properties. A part of Grimoire Basics Volume 3

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Considering the number of times the Winchesters needed blood to do stuff, they really should install a spigot somewhere on their bodies.

A Dabbler’s Week

Of course this entire project has a specific thing I want to examine.

What is the ideal week for a dabbler to see if witchcraft (or spellwork, or paganism) is right for them, in your opinion? 

Two most recent book covers under my ACTUAL writing pseudonym.

A cover I accidentally made with my fanfic pseudonym.

"Before I am a woman, I am a menace to society."

- My friend who just randomly said this; casually unaware of its excellence.

An Excerpt from something I might publish:

NOTE: The following very much pertains - or will - to the Supernatural Fandom, since I am indeed a fan; however begrudging.

Supernatural was on...

Loud and growling with its usual 'Monster of The Week', and beautifully saturated in the darkness of its second season, inspired by its first. All I could think of in that moment was, how dare I feel this sense of nostalgia, at this show that I once considered a great love in the beginning, then one of my greatest sorrows when it ended in the forest fire that was its series finale. All of which came rushing to the forefront of my head when I double-taked at the familiar smolder of Dean Winchester on screen.

One of our quietest patients, Jim, was sitting at what was usually seen to be his favorite table, flanked by two cushioned but heavy chairs. For a moment, my gaze was just stuck on the scene playing out in the episode - Dean trapping a demon, and reciting the quintessential of an exorcism. Then, just as quietly as he floated about between his room and the dining area for meal time, he gestured to the seat beside him. After ruminating on it for a few seconds, I obliged, and sat down.

And there we watched, in a companionable silence that I realized then and there that I have never had in my life. Perhaps it was always due to the company I kept, of whom I am always trying to keep smiling, laughing, or even impressing with what I have to offer. Be it with my knowledge of fuck-all, or something beyond it. Here, in this moment with a somewhat familiar stranger, I do not feel the need to make him smile, laugh or be impressed. In fact, I don't need to do anything with him. I just want to watch 'Supernatural' with him. He is lonely, as I am currently, and he offered an out to that. And as mentioned, I took it.

Worst of all, and as irony would have it, I sort of joked with myself that if the show were to ever appear on one of the two TVs that we found ourselves relying on, I wouldn't force anyone to endure it. I, I suggested, might even change the channel myself. And yet here I am, indulging in what yhe ward and its plethora of doctors heavily encourage during recovery: presently enjoying in this adult life a childhood pastime. I forget time and time again that I was indeed a child when I stumbled upon the show. Just as I forgot the joy it brought, week after week; season after season. Perhaps one day, I will admit such a confession aloud, as well as admitting what it truly was - and is - to me: a pillar of simpler, and better, times. Not a distraction from horrid external things to make life liveable, but indeed something from it when it was liveable. And innocently so.

"We should be careful not to fall into a place where we feel entitled to witness a person's life; especially the worst parts."

"Things that are frightening can be beautiful, as well - The ocean is beautiful, space is beautiful; so is Mount Everest. And yet, all at the same time, they've collected their share of cautionary tales ... and bodies of those who don't heed them."

Y'all -

I think -

I just really -

Love making covers.

AU where Hobie's canon event was when his best friend, almost boyfriend Miles Morales was killed saving a kid during a protest. Officers shot at him without remorse and Hobie was left clinging to his best friend as the light drained from his eyes.

It's why, when he meets Miles Morales of Earth 1610, he promises to do right by him. He might not be the Miles that Hobie had grown up with, had known all his life and slowly fell in love with but, he could still look out for this kid-

And if that meant shitting right in Miguel's face and helping Miles escape him, then so be it.

Alright pookies this is genuinely my last discourse post unless I get asks directly linking to it.

This shit is rising rapidly and y'all are still yapping at punkflower.

Go bark at actual proshippers.

Last discourse post Proship DNI

The Hobie that is 19-20 is Prowler!Hobie not spider punk

it was ONE CLIP out of context, and there is still Comic version Hobie

Edit: Stop calling pepole ''proship'' because Hobie is not confirmed yet, punkflower was around BEFORE astv he was 16 in some comics and an adult in others. His age was meant to be interpreted however u would like so stfu and quit calling me, A MINOR a pedo

Bro they rlly took the Hobie age clip outta context, they were talking about Prowler!Hobie

I KNEW IT WTFF😭😭😭 im getting jumped in these tik tok comments LORD HELP ME

Give me a PunkFlower AU of runway model! Hobie and designer! Miles, or give me death