Happy Witchcore Samantha Wednesday!

For those of you who are new here, this orginally stemmed from my obsession with Sam Winchester and Sastiel in the Supernatural fandom, and in an attempt to provide Sam a better life, I created an AU with a transgender MtF witchcore Samantha, a genderfluid cottagecore beekeeper/gardener Castiel, and non-binary toddler Jack Kline.

New audiences call for a slight change in direction, and while Samantha, Cas, Jack, and I are still available to answer questions about the family, Witchcore Samantha Wednesdays will now be focusing on making moodboards that fit the cottagecore and witchcore vibe. Suggestions and prompts are always welcome, just shoot me an ask or a DM!

This week's moodboard is moths! I love all butterflies and moths, especially the cute fuzzy ones! I hope you enjoy these! I am extremely serious about needing suggestions in order to continue providing quality content, whether it be anonymous one word prompts, or elaborate collaborative pieces sent through DMs (next week's board is on French winter fashion). Anything and everything is appreicated, don't be shy!

*As with the rest of my moodboards, none of these pictures are my own, and I claim no credit for any art or design used, only for the concept created*

Tagging: @somethxng-angel @lord-kaira @hexlorde @regnumveritatis @need-that-sastiel-serotonin @ruinedsam @allieyourally @stemroses @eunoiastarz @wendibird @thewinchestersruinedmylife0924 @sassyfoxunknown @oh-no-its-danger-gays @heaven-ecologist @the-gray-ghosty @stuckysdaughter @clairenovak-winchester @moostiel @fandom-hoarder @magpie-wings @mxltivxrse2020 @hey-its-moss @fae-and-night @twobrothersoneheart @annoyingdinosaurnoises @kayla-sparrow @fangirlxwritesx67 @nvybloo @cowboyincest @zwahkmuchoney @cordellwinchesterwalker @willgrahamscat @mychem1calbr0mance @chimerazodiac @flynn-thebin

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Letters to Dean.

Part 10.

Sam and Dean are pacing in the hallways of the bunker. All the while y/d/n is having the time of her life playing with her new “uncle Cas”. 

“She’s pretty much been in there since we got here.” Dean muttered to Sam.

“Did you talk to her on the way over here? Like maybe about why you never reached out considering we were so close to her this whole time. Or maybe about why you are uprooting her whole life and bringing her here?” Sam questioned exasperatedly. 

“Yeah Sammy, when I showed up to her place, we kissed and made up then she packed and got into the car no questions asked and I explained all about hunting and monsters to her and our daughter. NO Sam we didn’t get a chance to discuss it.” Dean’s tone dripping with sarcasm. 

Reader’s POV

“Holy Shit, Holy Shit, Holy Shit! What the hell is going on here. Okay, I need to breathe.” 

Looking around this place when I got here, I honestly was more confused than anything, what had this bunker been used for? But then Dean walked me to the room I’d be staying in and I could feel my frustration growing. The drive from my place to this bunker was maybe an hour tops (I was really out of it so it is hard to say for sure or not.). He had been this close for who knows how long and he hadn’t thought to call? I was also feeling frustrated that he just waltzed into my home and had us packing up to leave like it was nothing - why is it so easy for me to trust him? I needed to put how I was feeling into words, I need to write it all out and then I need to confront Dean. 

I took a deep breath and opened the door, letters in hand, to see Sam and Dean in the hallway outside my room. They both stopped in their tracks and looked at me.

“Dean, I think it’s about time we talked...”

“Y/N You’re absolutely right. Let’s...” 

“About everything Dean. I don’t want to be kept in the dark anymore. I won’t let you and Sam keep me out of the loop, not this time around. Not when my daughter is involved.” I felt bad for cutting Dean off, but he needed to know that I wasn’t messing around this time, I would be involved whether he liked it or not.

Dean just nodded his head and gestured for me to follow him. I glanced over to see Sam had a small smirk on his face, clearly impressed with how I refused to back down.

Now for the hard part...to tell Dean everything.

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I made some character wallpapers!!

I didn't want to keep these all to myself, so you guys can have them!

What comes to those who love | Destiel.

Description: Dean and Cas are walking through the forest together, simply admiring the scenery… and each other.

Warnings: none

Dean eyes the forest floor, unable to gaze at the angel just ahead. His heart leaps when Cas clears his throat and Dean scolds himself for yet again forgetting that Castiel is a celestial being.

“I sense awkwardness” Cas says, turning to eye the hunter suspiciously.

The two are hiking through the forest for no particular reason. Castiel had said that he "craved fresh air" and "desired to take a stroll". Dean had found himself wanting to laugh at the angel's weird way of speaking but instead, offered his company.

Dean's eyes jump from Castiel's to the ground and back again. "You're sensing wrong. Your angel mojo running out?" He lets out a half-assed chuckle.

Castiel frowns. "You know that isn't how this stuff works Dea-" But he stops, brows unfurrowing shyly. "That was sarcasm."

Dean places his hand on the angel's shoulder, guiding them onward. "Yes," He grins.

After a while, the two begin to lose track of time.

"What is your favorite flower?" Castiel suddenly asks, turning to Dean with absolute seriousness.

His favorite flower? The angel had asked Dean many questions, but nothing like this. Was he supposed to have a favorite flower?

Dean shrugs, "Uhm, I guess dandelions?". He kicks a rock beneath his feet, remembering all those wishes he had made while blowing on the flowers. He'd lost track of them all.

After a moment of silence, Dean glances at Castiel but to his surprise. The angel is nowhere to be found.

"Dammit, Cas" Dean grumbles, kicking the rock harder this time.

It was one thing to drag Dean's ass out this far, but uncalled for to ditch him after they'd walked miles. Cas knew that Dean couldn't zap himself back.

A whoosh of air startles Dean, and he whips around. "Cas! You can't just do that I've told you about-" He stops. "What is that?"

Castiel holds his hand out, the typical serious expression on his face touched with a hint of pink on his cheeks. "Sorry I took so long. I guess they are almost out of season."

Dean eyes the cottony, fluffy flower. His ears and face grew hot and red.

"You're really a golden retriever huh?" He jokes, but it comes out in an admirative tone as he reaches carefully for the flower.

"I don't know what that means" Castiel frowns, "I uh, thought you could make a wish again. I know that you used to when you were little" He says quietly.

Dean nods. Eyeing Cas for a moment before turning to blow the flower. He exhales a breath, and the little seeds are sent flying into the air like soft snow.

Cas peers over Dean's shoulder, and Dean can feel his breath brush against his neck. His stomach does that damn thing it always does around the angel. "What did you wish for?" Cas asks quietly. He is practically on top of Dean, and the hunter starts to wonder if their 'personal space' conversation is even in Cas' mind right now.

Dean turns to him, dropping the stem of the flower. "You aren't supposed to tell. It won't come true," He says.

Now, Dean doesn't necessarily believe that, but he'd rather not share. Plus, maybe a little part of him hopes that by abiding by the rule, it'll work, and his wish might come true.

Cas frowns. "Is that another human belief? Because wishes only come true if they are true to the wisher's heart... I thought everyone knew that."

Dean shoots the angel a glare. "I ain't tellin'," He grumbles, facing the way they had come from; he begins to walk.

Cas follows. "I could have a word with Heaven. Perhaps those who hear prayers will grant you your wish," Castiel says, a fondness in his words.

For a moment, this offer almost persuades Dean to say out loud what he wishes for. He has never said this wish aloud before, and to say it to Cas could mean life or death. Which translates to acceptance or rejection in Dean's head.

"No. If this thing is meant to be then..." Dean pauses for a long moment. "Then it'll be," He finishes. Turning shyly from Cas to face forward once again.

Cas feels the corner of his mouth tug upward, and he can't help but give into a faint smile. "Okay, Dean," He finally says. "I am sure it will."

The sweetness of taking care of yourself through major life events no matter what. 🌿

🎧spotify playlists

soundtracks. horror soundtrack. mainly inspired by fear street. coming of age soundtrack. what if this is the best version. | think lady bird, the edge of seventeen & booksmart.. 90s romcom soundtracks. i'm just a girl standing in front of a boy asking him to love her. | think 10 things i hate about you, notting hill, she's all that.

fandoms. roadtrip with dean winchester. driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. DESTIEL. you don't think you deserve to be saved. | castiel x dean winchester, supernatural. NACE. "will you solve this part of the mystery with me?" "always, forever." nancy drew x ace (hardy) THE FOXHOLE COURT. he was their family. they were his. they were worth every cut and bruise and scream. / for the foxes from all for the game by nora sakavic. THE MARAUDERS. i solemnly swear i'm up to no good. | moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs. PERCY JACKSON. don't feel bad, i'm usually about to die. STRANGER THINGS. friends don't lie. steve harrington. 🍦 AHOY LADIES robin buckley. i wanted her to look at me. hey dingus! this is for the himbo & lesbian duo, steve harrington and robin buckley from stranger things don't ya, big boy? steddie / steve harrington & eddie munson dead poets society. carpe diem: seize the day. enemies to lovers. when you don't know if they wanna kiss or kill each other. the seven husbands of evelyn hugo. they are just husbands. i am evelyn hugo. and anyways, i think once people know the truth, they will be much more interested in my wife. daisy jones & the six. when you think of me, I hope it ruins rock 'n' roll. others. living in a fantasy world. not all those who wander are lost. that funny feeling. inspired by the song by bo burnham. also sad girl vibes. you have bewitched me. final girl. cottagecore. dark academy.

Happy Witchcore Samantha Wednesday!

Unfortunately, @mommabird1772's device has decided to give up on her, so I'm filling in for her this week (although she is the one who found the images!). She's also going to be gone next week until she gets her new tablet, so that means no new moodboards for now (other than this one).

Bri's description:

For those of you who are new here, this orginally stemmed from my obsession with Sam Winchester and Sastiel in the Supernatural fandom, and in an attempt to provide Sam a better life, I created an AU with a transgender MtF witchcore Samantha, a genderfluid cottagecore beekeeper/gardener Castiel, and non-binary toddler Jack Kline.

New audiences call for a slight change in direction, and while Samantha, Cas, Jack, and I are still available to answer questions about the family, Witchcore Samantha Wednesdays will now be focusing on making moodboards that fit the cottagecore and witchcore vibe. Suggestions and prompts are always welcome, just shoot me an ask or a DM!

Today's moodboard is beach themed!

I am extremely serious about needing suggestions in order to continue providing quality content, whether it be anonymous one word prompts, or elaborate collaborative pieces sent through asks

As with the rest of my moodboards, none of these pictures are my own, and I claim no credit for any art or design used, only for the concept created

Tagging: @cordellwinchesterwalker @willgrahamscat @fandom-hoarder @twobrothersoneheart @oh-no-its-danger-gays @flynn-thebin @winchesterestrogen @pirate-captain-kaira @stemroses @the-gray-ghosty @fangirlxwritesx67 @fae-and-night @cowboyincest @hexlorde @regnumveritatis @stuckysdaughter @wendibird @zwahkmuchoney @magpie-wings @sirrsnakesssss @r3animat0r

(My DMs aren't working rn, so please send me an ask to be added/removed from the taglist)

Happy Witchcore Samantha Wednesday!

For those of you who are new here, this orginally stemmed from my obsession with Sam Winchester and Sastiel in the Supernatural fandom, and in an attempt to provide Sam a better life, I created an AU with a transgender MtF witchcore Samantha, a genderfluid cottagecore beekeeper/gardener Castiel, and non-binary toddler Jack Kline.

New audiences call for a slight change in direction, and while Samantha, Cas, Jack, and I are still available to answer questions about the family, Witchcore Samantha Wednesdays will now be focusing on making moodboards that fit the cottagecore and witchcore vibe. Suggestions and prompts are always welcome, just shoot me an ask or a DM!

Today's moodboard is all about Yule! Yule is the pagan celebration of the winter solstice, the shortest and darkest night of the year. We wait in eager anticipation for the light to return from the dark, and to celebrate the rebirth of the earth and hope for the coming year. I hope you have a wonderful holiday season, however you celebrate! I am going out of town to visit family, so there won't be a moodboard next week, but we will pick back up the week after that!

I am extremely serious about needing suggestions in order to continue providing quality content, whether it be anonymous one word prompts, or elaborate collaborative pieces sent through DMs

*As with the rest of my moodboards, none of these pictures are my own, and I claim no credit for any art or design used, only for the concept created*

Tagging: @somethxng-angel @lord-kaira @hexlorde @regnumveritatis @need-that-sastiel-serotonin @ruinedsam @allieyourally @stemroses @eunoiastarz @wendibird @thewinchestersruinedmylife0924 @sassyfoxunknown @oh-no-its-danger-gays @heaven-ecologist @the-gray-ghosty @stuckysdaughter @clairenovak-winchester @moostiel @fandom-hoarder @magpie-wings @mxltivxrse2020 @hey-its-moss @fae-and-night @twobrothersoneheart @annoyingdinosaurnoises @kayla-sparrow @fangirlxwritesx67 @nvybloo @cowboyincest @zwahkmuchoney @cordellwinchesterwalker @willgrahamscat @mychem1calbr0mance @chimerazodiac @flynn-thebin

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tag game !! tysm for the tag @pajamadean

rules: answer these 20 questions about yourself and tag 30 people you are legally obligated to know better

name: shelby

star sign: leo (I don't know anything about the other ones lmao)

height: 5'5"

time: 11:03 am

birthday: august 17

favorite bands: mother mother, the Beatles

last movie watched: howl's moving cast

last show watched: supernatural (s15)

when I created this blog: April 2022 !! at the time it was a studyblr lmaoooo

what I post: spn, academia, mental health, cottagecore, gay shit

last thing I googled: do worms have genitals

other blogs: I have a sideblog but I'm not active on it

do it get asks: I wish :')

following: 193 followers and I'm following 724

average hours of sleep: 4-5 or 10-12 (there is no in between)

instruments: piano and violin

what I'm wearing: target pajamas

dream job: aerospace engineer (women in STEM yeah !!)

dream trip: northern europe

nationality: american

favorite songs: you give love a bad name by bon jovi, only angel by harry styles, footloose, sway by Michael buble, I could go on forever, also don't let me down by the beatles

last book I read: red, white, and royal blue by casey mcquiston

top 3 fictional universes I'd like to live in: marauders/hp, twilight, the cruel prince

tagging: @faithdeans @outdean @mrcowboydeanwinchester @queerstudiesnatural @pleaseraisemefromperdition @resanoona @fluffiest-dreams @citruscas @dadstiel @jesuschristassbutt @destielgaysex @jackklinemybeloved @jackx-reader @beachboysnatural @deansbian @castiellesbian @castielsupernatural @castiels-tight-grip @rowenalesbian @gaydeanwinchester @pinkinthenightdean @theghostontheshoremp3 @ghost-roads @seraphcastiel @good-things-do-happen-dean @peacewhendone @purgatorybfs

I think that's thirty??? lmao

Letters to Dean.

Part 11.

**Just a note to read this letter after the chapter - it will make more sense that way. Also starting now y/d/n will be referred to as Nora and she will officially be 5 years old (in kindergarten)**

Dean had me follow him into the main part of the bunker. It was surrounded by shelves of books and in the center stood two long wooden tables. To my left was some sort of meeting room, it is the space the entry stairs had led down to, and to my right was some large piece of machinery, it was partially covered by curtains...there had been so much I missed when we first got here, I suppose I had been so focused on getting my head to stop spinning.

Sitting here in front of Dean, after all this time had my stomach churning.

"I think I will go check on Cas and Nora" Sam said as he awkwardly slid out of the room.

"Where should I begin...?"

"I don't even know where to start"

We both let out a low chuckle. We were so in sync and it hurt so much, to be in such close proximity with this man that I know all too well, but also hardly at all.

"Maybe I could start by telling you about Nora and what happened after you left...I'm not going to read you these letters D, I think it would be best if you did that yourself later." I could've kicked myself for letting nicknames slip.

"Yeah, I'd like that, then I can tell you about why I had to leave." Dean said with his eye cast downwards.

"So I guess I should start with the fact that I had found out I was pregnant the day you left. I was planning on telling you that night, but I came home and you were just gone."

Dean let out a sigh and looked down at his hands.

"For a little while I wasn't sure what to do, I questioned myself and my strength for so long. I was about seven months in when I was building her crib and it was that moment that I let myself release all that initial doubt. I knew I could do it and I knew I would be a damn good mom. I mean, I don't really know what else to say Dean, after you left, I immediately sold that house and everything in it and I found a new place. I moved in, got it set up, had Nora and moved on. I told her all about you and Sammy, I didn't give her names, and I didn't tell her that you just snuck out in the middle of the day...I made sure that she wouldn't have any negative preconceptions about you, she would be able to make up her mind about you in her own time." I laughed a little at that.

Dean was looking at me, he had this look on his face that felt like guilty, sorrow, regret even...like maybe he was questioning if he had made the right choice.

"She is smart Dean, I don't know where she gets it from honestly, the reading sure, she gets that from me, but she is so good at math it is almost scary and she so intuitive D, she loves music and history and I can't wait for you to really get to know her." I couldn't help but smile.

"Well maybe it's a little bit of Sam I guess, he was always book smart, I mean hell, he did go to Stanford. In all seriousness sweetheart, I can't wait to get to know her either. But I would like to mention that you didn't sell everything from our house...don't think I didn't notice our table at your place." Dean said with this shit eating grin.

"Okay, whatever...it's a good table." I rolled my eyes at him.

"It's a damn good table." He smiled.

There was a beat of silence between us that, finally didn't feel stiff or uncomfortable. I felt almost at ease...which was saying a lot considering he hadn't even begun explaining himself yet.

"So, I suppose it is my turn to share then. Now, you need to know that if I had had the choice, I would've stayed." He started.

I nodded at him to continue. His sentiment hadn't done anything other than tie my stomach in knots.

"Well shit, I gotta just jump in here, sweetheart all the things that go bump in the night, from stories, movies, legends, well they're real. Now I know how that sounds you don't need to look at me like I am crazy, but it's true. Cas, he's an angel..." Dean continued on.

What the hell was going on, monsters were real? I couldn't help but drift as Dean was explaining. I was thinking back on all the times he went "hunting" with Sammy, suddenly everything making sense. You don't come home from hunting deer all beat up, but from hunting monsters...now that would make sense. But why am I believing him so easily, is it because it is easier to just believe him than to accept that he actually wanted to leave me? No! That's not it. This was a lot to take in, and oh god I think he's calling Cas in here to show me something.

"Cas, could you just show her the wings, or I don't know do the angel thing!" Dean said, waving his arms around in explanation.

"The angel thing, yeah okay...sure." Cas said - god his tone is dry

Next thing I know, Dean's beer is, quite literally, flying through the air and into the nearest wall. All I could do in the moment was let my jaw hit the floor and flinch as the glass shattered.

Maybe I didn't want to be in the know as much as I had initially thought.

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Oil and Honey

Oil and Honey https://ift.tt/iYz4KJ0 by Chthon [The first six months were despair. The next six begging. The final, rage. In that final time Dean had driven to where he'd scattered Cas' ashes in the wind, at that meadow and windmill. He'd fallen to the ground and he screamed at Cas to go fuck himself until his throat died. He bayed out vile obscenities, choking out on swears and promises. He tore a fencepost from the ground and flung it with all his force. A man with a shotgun came by and tried to chase him away, but Dean put up his hands in surrender and explained that he'd lost—a lover, Dean called him, to keep things simple. It felt simple that way. Dean was Castiel's lover. He couldn’t take that from Cas, not when it formed the Angel’s dying words. If Castiel was Dean's? That was the reason Dean found himself screaming himself hoarse in a field in Kansas on a Saturday afternoon.] A "Dean is retired and Castiel shows up at his door" post-finale fic, because there can never be enough of them. Takes place three years after Inherit the Earth (Carry On didn't occur). Farmers markets, talks in a scrapyard, beekeeping, finding new purposes. A completed fic with chapter updates on Fridays. Words: 2902, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Cesar Cuevas, Jody Mills, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Original Female Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Alex Jones (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Medium Burn, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Retired Hunter Dean Winchester, Post-Canon Fix-It, Beekeeper Castiel (Supernatural), Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Liberal Use Of Canon Quotes For Gay Purposes, Cottagecore Adjacent, Castiel and Dean Winchester Use Their Words, Dean Resurrects Singer Auto, Major Character Undeath, Brief Witch Villain, Feral Cats As Metaphor, Sex in/on the Impala (Supernatural) via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/BN3WMe0 February 17, 2023 at 09:35PM

nickname: poe

sign: sighs

height: 5ft nothing (153 centimeters)

last thing i googled: 'old gods appalachia lavinia' because I'm catching up on the seasonal episodes of the Old Gods of Appalachia podcast after Bumper Crop and I reached the Valentine's Day episode but I don't remember who Lavinia is and apparently she was in the episodes that were Patreon exclusive so I didn't hear them

song stuck in my head: Michael Arden's vocals in Pilgrims Hands because he doesn't hit those low notes so much as he embraces and absolves them of their sins and then gives them wine and weed brownies to get comforting prophetic dreams and divine visions from JUST LISTEN TO HIS DULCET TONES HE IS A VOCAL FLOWER CROWN

number of followers: i don't look behind me don't look behind me don't look behind you don't look now don't look don't

amount of sleep: 6 hours nightly because I've achieved adulthood! ...10 when I should be on meds but for whatever reason I am not on meds

dream job: I was a hedge trimmer for a maze when a giant mecha robot just stomped in. Then I was a supersoldier at the supersoldier dormitory but I was a journalist disguised as a supersoldier and trying to write an article exposé about unethical treatment of soldier clones. Another time I was at a Reality Warper Magic School and the final exam was an aria but I did it so badly that they sent me to the same super hell that Castiel went to at the series finale of Supernatural, because they can't allow people to graduate with Reality Warper powers if they do their Reality Warping Aria that badly. I literally do dream of labor.

wearing: It's Sunday. Pink cotton jersey Hello Kitty pajamas and a plushie hat that is shaped and colored to look like a ram. Because I'm an adult and nobody can tell me not to.

books that summarise you: the His Dark Materials trilogy, Neil Gaiman's Stardust (I have a signed copy from 2004!), and a whole shelf of historical nonfiction with no specific region or era I hoard them like a dragon

favourite song: currently still a 50/50 between "You and I" or "Portrait of a Girl" both from BAPO

favourite instrument: all of them, equally (...im not fond of the harmonica...)

aesthetic: 2005 BoHo Revival but I think kids these days call it Cottagecore, if I had the funds/time/energy I would live in Steampunk, but thanks to BAPO, DPS, and Fraternity by Andy Mientus I have really been into Dark Academia lately

favourite author: i owe each of my faves a lot because of the impact their works had on my life, but 'never meet your heroes'

random fun fact: When the lioness has children, she stops making love to the lion. The lion gets jealous. Sometimes so jealous he eats the children.

cottagecore boyfriends