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leatafandom · 1 year

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cannibal sam?! say more.

strange comfort? what's happening here and who

once and future soulmates? is this a merthur :)))

Hi love. Thank you for the ask! Since I actually have some pretty decent cuts from these I thought I’d put all the snippings under the cut.

I adore Cannibal Sam, I always love the chance to talk about any of these. It's the name I have for my Dark Chocolate Cherry Series that stars a dark version of Sam and Loki beginning with them meeting in Sam's college days and spanning the course of their lives together, which end up being very long. It also pushes back anything that would have happened canonically because of what Sam decides to do with his life at college to protect himself, to still hunt monsters, and because it's fun. He's not really a cannibal. I mean he does eat people but he's not the same species as any of them, and by the time he eats a human monster again Sam is no longer human. After a very long conversation with my friends on what makes a cannibal and then if not a cannibal what would this creature be, it just kinda stuck in my head anyway. For the record, we landed on monster eater, but I degress. This one will be part three chronologically in the series, sometime after Hunger Games, and focused on how exactly these two crazy murderous men became an excluding killing duo.

Strange Comfort is a WIP I originally made for spn kink bingo but it ended up being super angsty and sad when I actually went to write it. It's set in the Cage and is focused on Sam and Michael. It's really different for me, so it's been taking a while to flush out.

Of course, it is! It's the last Merthur I have open that I still feel drawn to. I unexpectedly started working on this again this month and doodling a bit about it. It's a Soul mark AU, one where Arthur still dies in Camelot and Merlin still lives and lives...and lives. It is very angsty in the beginning. It is set mainly on a space station that Merlin helped build with magic-infused tech and helped the original founding colony of it and then just stayed. Arthur does finally come back to Merlin only to find himself in this far-ahead future in a dystopian world far away from Earth and a changed Merlin. One day it will be filled with ups and downs and multiple chapters, but it's just been very slow.

A snipping from Cannibal Sam, since it's fitting for today, I adore Kali and the odd relationship she, Sam, and Loki have in this series and honestly, it amuses me.

It had been a few weeks since he'd seen Loki. Sam didn't give it much thought, the pagan may have bought a property nearby Sam's campus but he didn't stay. The deity came and went as he pleased and the brunette didn't mind. Sam had his own life and studies to keep up with it his world did not center around the tempting deity. However when Sam walked into his apartment to find Kali hovering over his textbooks his soul couldn't help but take note of how long the blonde’s absence had been.

He paused for only a moment to stare at the intruding goddess before he slid the door closed and locked it behind him. Obsidian eyes swirled with crimson magic as he reviewed his wardings only to find them burnt out. He sighed at the work he would have to do to replace them now.

"You could have called," Sam frowned, dropping his backpack on a stool near his kitchen counter as he walked steadily towards the goddess. "Our mutual plaything is not here, I could have told you that without you torching my spell work."

A musical laugh fell from ruby-painted lips, her smile wide. She turned from his desk, black hair flowing over her shoulders as her red embroidered sari turned with her. "As if I have your number," she said, facing him from the center of his living room. She waved a hand looking around them. "I was wondering if you had seen our poor powerful plaything lately, I was hoping he was here."

Sam frowned at her words, crossing his arms over his chest as he stopped on the other side of his used sofa, keeping it between them. "He doesn't stick around, you know that. Are you worried, old flame?" He teased in return, his grin wide even as his soul recounted the last few weeks, obsidian draining from his eyes as he looked over her with critical eyes as she took in his home.

"I never worry about Loki, but I thought his pet might." Kali frowned, her eyes narrowing, focused on the tall monster eater just steps away from her. "When did you see him last, Samuel?"

Sam's posture loosened, blinking when he suddenly remembered the last time the blonde had stopped in. "We spent my Thanksgiving break hunting a group of Djinn," he mumbled under his breath. He watched her for a moment before turning from her and going to his kitchen. He turned his back to her uncaring, turning on a kettle and looking into his fridge. "Food?"

Kali's chestnut eyes flicked to the monster eater, her nail tugging on her painted lip with a nod. "Nothing vile, Sam," she insisted. "I know what you eat."

The monster eater laughed, as the goddess came closer tapping her nails along the Formica countertop. "You're in luck. A made stew this week." He shrugged when she raised a brow, knowing that the monster eater, who was gaining more and more recognition around the world of monsters, didn't often prey on human monsters. "There was a man stalking and attacking students around campus, I made better use of him."

Kali smiled, pleased with the shared offering that was no doubt filled with preserved power, leaning her elbows on the counter after sliding into one of two stools closer to the man. She watched the churning soul as he moved to warm up the meal he had planned.

"When is Thanksgiving? You act as if I have ever had an interest in learning Western holidays," she grumbled, her arms crossing over her chest and raising her chin.

Sam glanced at her at the hum of irritation in her tone, frowning at offending one of the few pagans not on his menu. "It was months ago," he conceded, shifting his feet. "Three weeks after Diwali."

His eyes looked over the pot as he stirred the savory meal making sure there was enough for both of them.

"I have not seen him for longer, not uncommon since he has you.” Kali seemed to be considering the same, her jaw ticking to the side as a sharp nail tapped on his countertop as if she was bored.

He paused at that he had assumed the little pagan had run back to Kali or one of the pagans he often spent his time with. The deity that had let herself in sounded like she had no idea where Loki had been, and that it was odd. He turned the click of the kettle pulling him from his thoughts. He grabbed the tea box Loki had filled, his gaze roving to the goddess as he placed the box and a mug in front of her with a glare.

"Why would you think I should be worried?"

A short snip from Strange Comforts:

"It's okay," Sam managed after a moment, curling up on his side enjoying the soft caress of linens. "I broke everything."

Michael frowned at the soft muffled words, words that lacked the arrogance and defiance that had always reminded him of Lucifer. There was a long pause as Sam turned onto his side, holding tighter to the spare pillow that the archangel had provided and pulling it to his chest.

"You could not possibly break anything," he said, his brows pinching as he sat up more.

"I messed up your plan."

Sam was too tired to state any of the other reasons why Michael was wrong. Instead, he simply repeated the one that he'd heard throughout countless years with Lucifer's wrath.

The archangel looked over the human-shaped lump on the bed before looking down. "It was our Father's plan, not mine… not his." Michael's eyes seemed to rove the space he had created within the confines of the Cage and Sam's mind. "I never wanted to kill him. Or you." His lips were still pulled into a frown when he looked back at Sam. "But that can't happen now. Lucifer will not win and we can not finish what Father wanted. At least not now."

"Sorry," the soul managed, closing his eyes at the feeling of Michael's stare and unnerving attention. He would never apologize for stopping it, Michael knew that, but Sam didn't know if he was really sorry for starting it just then, or if he was just sorry for Michael's situation.

It hadn't taken them long to realize that no one was coming for them. Particularly that no one was coming for Michael. Lucifer had had his shot and failed, Sam had known Gabriel's backdoor had been a one-way ticket, and Adam didn't have anyone to look for him, he was already dead on Earth. The true ruler of Heaven was the only one that should have been worthy of raising, but his siblings had dismissed him like they did any of their fallen brethren. Sam, despite the constant onslaught of rage, hate, and disappointment from Lucifer and Michael's anger and cold disregard, couldn't help sympathizing with the eldest archangel.

A snipping from the first chapter of Once and Future Soulmates:

Merlin had defended this sector enough to have a reputation and the descendants of the humans and the nonhuman that had followed him thousands of years ago still depended on him. Merlin had been hoping that extending an invitation for new alliances would increase their chances of being left alone, however, the meetings weren't off to a promising start. He grumbled at his swirling thoughts. He leaned forward in his curved desk chair, putting down the sleek tablet he had been using to review his spotty notes from today's meetings, which were mostly angry doodles. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes and down through the black scruffy beard, before waving the already dimmed overhead lights off.

Merlin closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the familiar and comforting sound of the massive stabilizers of the old station. The quiet hum of the station echoed the hum of his magic as it weaved through the systems and thrummed warm and pure through his veins. Merlin lost himself in the sound but soon felt the weariness sink too deeply into his bones. His body may be ever-youthful, after a spell he cast centuries ago, but it longed for his bed.

Merlin yawned, stretching and turning his chair away from his desk to stand. He was long past ready to head to bed after the slew of disappointing diplomatic talks he’d sat in on today. Merlin released a long-drawn-out breath setting about preparing for bed. Merlin tried to relax as he cleaned his teeth and washed his face, listening to the dull familiar groans and the clangs of the station instead of continuing to recount his last conversation with the station's commerce experts.

Throughout his life, whether it was his time spent on Earth or amongst the stars, Merlin had gotten used to the changing sounds, smells, sights, and even non-humanoid life. The life he had made here, that he had helped build from scrap metal infused with his magic, still felt the same despite being so far from Earth. Merlin still felt at home here. Hosting the welcoming proceedings and aiding in negotiating trade agreements with traveling merchants from a more technologically advanced society still felt familiar to Merlin; even with the merchants being non-carbon-based life forms. Merlin rubbed a tired hand over his eyes and ran his fingers through his shaggy hair feeling his age despite his youthful appearance.

The ancient warlock yawned again. His hand moved to slowly unwrap the red neckerchief, which was untouched by time as the day Arthur had gifted it to him, from around his wrist and forearm. Merlin's eyes watched as he carefully unbound it. His eyes stuck on the freshly revealed pale skin as they did most nights on his soulmark. Merlin’s eyes stayed fixed on his wrist and arm as he walked into his bedroom from his washroom. The doors automatically opened and closed behind him as Merlin walked with unfocused eyes, fingers teasing the pale marred skin he kept hidden outside of the privacy of his quarters.

Merlin shook his head, breaking the spell of sorrow, loss, and happy memories, letting his arm drop from beneath his fingers. His lips twisted in a grimace like they did so many nights, banishing the fading memories and ache that filled him. Merlin closed his eyes and settled into his warm welcoming bed, dismissing the barely visible phoenix that had once shone in multicolored glory. He sighed heavily curling his sheets tighter, tonight wasn’t the night to think about Arthur and wallow.

It had taken Merlin centuries to adjust to the emptiness that was left in the place of knowing his soulmate had died in his arms. Merlin had known that he would be lost without Arthur, without the grounding bond that linked more than just their destinies. After Merlin lost Arthur, the warlock couldn’t stay within the walls of Camelot. Arthur had known, they had both known that in the end, and Guinevere had led in Arthur’s stead far better than Merlin ever could have. Merlin had never really returned to Camelot again; it didn’t feel the same. The only time he had tried venturing past the lower towns, everyone had kept looking at his arm and he couldn't.

The vibrant colors that had burned and etched into their soulmark from the first moment Merlin had spoken to Arthur had drained with Arthur's death.

Thank you so much for your wonderful ask. <3

#thank you for the ask!#asks and answers #excuse my typos love #i could talk about wips all day #your interactions feed my muse #dark sabriel #merthur #wips #archangel michael #sam winchester #the angst i love it

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sirius-you-know · 9 months

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Do I like reading depressing stuff? Or do I like getting a sense of comfort and understanding when I feel I'm all alone?

#wolfstar #drarry #deancas #solangelo #sabriel #johnlock #sambucky #destiel #jegulus #dark academia #haruki murakami #kafka on the shore #norwegian wood #the song of achilles #they both die at the end #sad books

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mileenaxyz · 5 months

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Fell down the X rabbit hole. "Found" fans are either creeped TF out or in dark romance girlie mode. There is no in-between.

#nbc found #found #found nbc #peacock tv #peacock #gabi mosely #hugh evans #sir #shanola hampton #mark paul gosselaar #dark romance girlies out here wilin #how are y'all not horrified #am i just too asexual for this #sabrielle #fuck sabrielle #then again please don't

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importantbluebirdpoetry · 4 months

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Fell down the X rabbit hole. "Found" fans are either creeped TF out or in dark romance girlie mode. There is no in-between.

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aterimber · 8 months

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Spend your Friday night the way you should: curled up in a comfy chair, under a blanket reading your favourite fanfics.

Head to my Patreon and discover some new favourites. I post new short stories every 2 weeks, have 100+ already waiting and Patreon is now offering 7 day FREE trials!

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leatafandom · 10 months

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Characters out of context game

Rules:

Include one character quote — of your choosing ⁠— from each chapter of your WIP (or as many chapters as you'd like)

Give absolutely no context, save for what's between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. You may mention who said it.

Have fun, no pressure!

Thank you for the tagging me @senorablack sorry it took a bit, editing has been a killer. I wasn't quiet sure what WIP to do, but since I am very excited to return to my Monster Eater verse this summer. Here are some quotes from Kali's Grand Experiment: Anthesteria. It isn't necessarily a chapter story, but it is broken into sections, so I feel like it works.

Opening: "Three days surrounded by food I can't eat and them."

Day One: "I am always a good host. You are normally a terrible guest."

Day Two: "She is not this self-sacrificing."

Day Three: "You don't honestly think I'm going to answer you, do you?"

No Pressure Tags: @idabbleincrazy, @incorrectcoldflashblog, @synesindri, @fantasticstoryteller, @astaticworld, @hobbyistauthor

#thanks so much for the tag #I can't wait to finish this #sabriel fic #dark sabriel au #tag games #writer tags

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sirius-you-know · 9 months

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I've never been called a shot of expresso by any men but my bestie thinks I'm as annoying as the Netflix stickers on books .

#reader #reader problems #wolfstar #drarry #deancas #solangelo #sabriel #johnlock #sambucky #destiel #jegulus #dark academia #fanfiction #writer #franz Kafka #murakami #Norwegian wood #twisted men

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nobodymitskigabriel · 2 months

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You know that trope where a character goes on a violent rampage in front of their love interest who is then horrified by how far into darkness they've fallen? Do that with Sabriel except when Gabriel watches Sam go on a killing spree, it makes him 🥺💕😆💖

#sabriel #gabriel spn #sam winchester #supernatural

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woundlingus · 24 days

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Sabriel needed to happen in the woods in one of those dirty little tents in the middle of the night in the AU world the same night that Lucifer brought Sam back and paraded him around the camp like his prize dog, ringing the bell loud and clear that Sam Winchester is a coward who would submit to the devil and dash any chance Sam would ever get of finding community with these people who already are so wary of angels, now out of all the angels Sam is the devil’s bitch to these people and he brought Satan to haunt their refugee camp because he’s too weak to die like a man.

It happens wordlessly and all at once because when Gabriel comes to check on Sam he can’t find the right words to say because it’s too horrible and he knows it all too personally so he says nothing at all, and Sam is too fragile to try and hand hold Gabriel through experiencing empathy right now, so the silence sits heavy and thick with the intimacy of knowing what the other has seen and experienced and it’s suffocating them and the space is so small they’re already basically crammed together and can feel each others breath, and they thought they were going to die out there and they still just might because it’s dangerous, because Lucifer is outside lurking in their camp, because Gabriel doesn’t have any real intention of surviving this either way.

The first kiss is all teeth and tongue, and barely a spared thought enough to zip the door shut behind Gabriel before he’s pressing Sam into the floor to grind against him with a hunger that says this has been more than an impulse decision and more like a quietly brewing desire that’s lingered in the back of his mind for some time. It’s rough and dirty, grabbing hands, and spit for lube. They’re a mess of trading sadomasochistic tendencies without any real struggle for dominance- neither of them are particularly capable of it after everything they’ve been through but there’s a simple comfort in the giving and taking of pain and passing the roles between them like addicts chasing the next quite literal hit while maintaining that safety net of knowing neither of them are actually going to dominate the other. Gabriel grabs Sam by the throat to hold him down and despite his short stature the guy is packing some surprising muscle under that jacket and it’s enough to subdue even Sam while in his weakened resurrected state, Gabriel takes Sam’s ability to control his own body by holding him down, and in turn Sam rakes his nails down Gabriel’s throat hard enough to draw blood. Sam would come back around with the sweet release of Gabriel’s fingers allowing the blood to reach his brain right before the lights went out, and they would flip their positions so Sam could press sweet kisses to Gabriel’s wounded skin and it would make them both moan when Sam runs his tongue over Gabriel’s injuries to lap up his blood and the mingling grace that rises to the surface to heal the cuts, and consumes it wholly, connecting them in their combined sins, and making a mockery of the hell they’ve both been through at the hands of demons who aimed to own them by taking pleasure in their shared perversion of the agony. It’s hot and sweaty and the tent beads with humidity.

They’re bad people. They’re cowards. They’re weak and created specifically for being dominated. They’re not aiming for there to be a winner here, they just crave the punishment. For leading Lucifer to camp, for not being strong enough to protect Sam to begin with. When you’re so filled with agony and shame there’s a release to being in the presence of someone who doesn’t need you to be pretty about your trauma, and right now in the dark of the night they offer that solace to each other with their bodies.

Gabriel would wind up over Sam and gently shush him when he whimpers that it burns as he fingers him, and Sam would clamp his hand over Gabriel’s mouth to silence him so they don’t draw attention when he finally fucks him.

Neither of them particularly mind the submission to the others acts against them because the sick and broken parts of them say this feels good and normal, the quieter but worse part says that if they like this then maybe they liked all of it all along, but they’re certainly not going to admit that to anyone nor do they have to because Gabriel will stay until the tent starts to lighten with the grey haze of the dawning sun and then he will wordlessly slip out and Sam won’t try and stop him. He wont try and stop him until Gabriel is saying goodbye, and by then it’s too late because Gabriel always knew he wouldn’t be coming home with them one way or another.

At least they had that to Gabriel, at least there was some final comfort in his last days to finally feel like he was no longer so alone in the world, that he let someone else bear witness to his humiliation and they found pleasure in it instead. Sam on the other hand is forced to live with it, because he has duty, because he has family. Sam will go home and his whole body will echo with the emptiness Gabriel carved out inside of him by first filling a hole he had grown to ignore with ease, and then ripping himself back out of it again with a cruelty that came so easy to a trickster. He had been known, he had been known wholly for just a short moment in time by someone other than Lucifer and it had been bliss. Now he’s alone again, and he must continue without

#this was almost a fic but I think this format works better than that because it’s not really about the sex #supernatural #spn #sabriel #gabriel spn #sam winchester #supernatural s13 #supernatural 13x22

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samisadeangirl · 7 months

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Why do you people get so mad when someone tells you incest is bad? 🤨📸

Hey Dumbass Anon,

We get mad when morons like you come at us because we're fully aware that incest is nearly always wrong in real life, but that has absolutely nothing to do with shipping it in fictional circumstances. You idiots fail to understand that there's a huge difference between FICTION and REALITY, and that enjoying something in fiction doesn't mean condoning it in reality.

Plenty of people are fans of gory films and shows like the Saw series, Hannibal, Dexter, any slasher flick, or even Game of Thrones or The Boys, but only an utter imbecile would believe that those people approve of murder, torture, cannibalism, and so on in the real world. Part of the point of fiction is to allow us to explore dark, dangerous, and/or taboo topics in a safe environment, after all. So why is so hard for you absolute walnuts to understand that this applies to things like Wincest as well?

In addition, the reasons why real-life incest is almost always horrible don't actually apply to Wincest anyways. Sam and Dean are consenting adults who can't have offspring with each other, so there's no possibility of child abuse, rape, or inbreeding. No one at all, whether fictional or real, is getting hurt by fantasizing about these two characters being in a romantic and/or sexual relationship.

Whereas by your ignorant "logic," nearly every major ship in SPN is problematic in some way: any ship with angels or demons involves rape if the vessel is still alive or necrophilia if the host is dead, any ship between a human and any kind of supernatural creature most likely involves major age gaps and/or power imbalances, necrophilia if the creature is undead, and possibly some form of bestiality, and so on. So why aren't you jackasses also going after shippers of Destiel, Sastiel, Sabriel, Denny, and so on?

#asshole anon #anti wincest hate #fiction vs reality #learn the difference #this isn't rocket science #liking in fiction =/= condoning in reality #idiots on tumblr #the stupid it burns #what reality are they living in

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cellsshapedlikestars · 5 months

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There is a Sabriel jonsa fic! I read it ages and ages ago but from memory there's some good Sansa and Arya moments. Thought I'd mention it in case the other anon (or anyone else) is interested: it's called 'all the dark night' by maybethrice

here, first anon! There's already an AU of it :) Thanks second anon!

I haven't read it, but it's a 44k one shot, so it sounds like there's a lot to it!

#cellsshapedlikeasks #jonsa

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carrymelikeimcute · 4 months

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Any OFMD fans who are also fans of The Old Kingdom books by Garth Nix?

AKA - I am mentally in a Sabriel AU.

Ed is totally Sabriel, because, well just look at her. He's baby girl but also the only force against the armies of darkness. He's caught between the Old Kingdom and all its magic and horrors, and the mundane world. He's a necromancer who puts the dead DOWN. Contradictions, darkness, heroics. YES.

Stede is Touchstone - hapless prince who gets turned into a wood carving, revived with a kiss (but oh no! he has amnesia!) he's so loyal and earnest and he makes Sabriel his QUEEN. Need I say more?

Izzy is Mogget - A literal cat in a collar that just insults people and talks shit all the time, but take that collar off and he's suddenly a free magic creature that can kill without effort - and Ed's the only one with the ring that can bind him again and turn him back into a cat.

#sabriel #ofmd #izzy hands #stede bonnet #edward teach #edizzy #blackbonnet #gentlebeard

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