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Sister-Glass Caverns
Warning: This is a Maasverse post, and as such, there are spoilers for all Maas series, including information connected to the HOFAS teaser.
The caves in the hofas teaser made me think about something I noticed in Elain’s witch series. In acosf, the priestesses worship in a cavern that is smooth as glass.
“…And the cave we have the service in is beautiful, too. It was carved by the underground river that flows beneath the mountain, so the walls are smooth as glass. And it’s acoustically perfect—the shape and size of the space amplifies and clarifies each voice within.” (acosf)
In the sense chanted, I talked about how this might be Prythian’s version of witch glass, which as we learned from Manon and Maeve in the tog series, has various uses:
“You can see the future, past, present. You can speak between mirrors, if someone possesses the sister-glass. And then there are the rare silvers—whose forging demands something vital from the maker.” Manon’s voice dropped low. Dorian wondered if even among the Blackbeaks, these tales had only been whispered at their campfires. “Other mirrors amplify and hold blasts of raw power, to be unleashed if the mirror is aimed at something.” (Manon, eos)
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“It’s possible—to show a different world?” Dorian asked Maeve when they were again in their tower room.
Maeve slid into a chair, her face distant. “Using mirrors, yes.”
Dorian lifted a brow. “You have seen yourself the power of witch mirrors. What it did to Aelin Galathynius and Manon Blackbeak. Who do you think taught the witches such power? Not the Fae.” A small laugh. “And how do you think I have been able to see so far, hear the voices of my eyes, all the way from Doranelle? There are mirrors to spy, to travel, to kill. Even now, Erawan wields them to his advantage with the Ironteeth.” With the witch towers. (Maeve, koa)
Witch mirrors can be used to store knowledge (like the memory Aelin and Manon entered), amplify power, travel, and spy (listen and watch). It is interesting that the cave under the mountain where the library rests is described in terms of glass. Gwyn even indicates that it amplifies their voices, so if those ancient songs Clotho found were spells, it’s possible the glass amplified their power. And that spell helped Nesta enter a trance-like state and connect with the Harp.
So Nesta drifted down and down, the harp and the voices pulsing and guiding, until she stopped before a rock. She laid a hand on it to find it was only an illusion, and she passed through it, down another long hall, beneath the mountain itself, and then she stood in a cavern, almost the twin to the one the priestesses sang in, as if they were linked in song and dreaming. (acosf)
The spell led Nesta beneath the sister mountain called the Prison, to a near-twin cavern where the Harp is located. These sister caverns—or sister-glass, if you will—are linked in song and dreaming.
We learned from Amren that there is an extensive underground cave system in Prythian, meaning that there might be other sister-glass caves.
“Oorid was once a sacred place,” Amren said. […] They say the water there flows to Under the Mountain, and the creatures who live in the bog have long used its underground waterways to travel through the Middle, even into the mountains of the surrounding courts.” (Amren, acosf)
@offtorivendell, @silverlinedeyes and I theorized that the sister mountains (the Middle, Ramiel, and Prison) could all have portals to other worlds buried beneath. What if each sister mountain has a cavern with sister-glass, and these caves are not only linked to each other, but—as Maeve suggests is possible—to other worlds as well? Did ancient beings like the Daglan or death-gods (who are similar to those who taught the witches how wield the glass) create these sister caverns? Is that what Bryce, Azriel, and Nesta came across—or are searching for—in the teaser? And if ancient creatures like kelpie still use the waterways in Oorid, which is connected to the underground waterways and cave system that spans the Middle and leads to other courts, then what other ancient nightmares are waiting for them beneath?
Annnnnd if they are exploring the cave system, and it leads to Ramiel rather than the Prison, I wonder if they’ll see Balthazar mysteriously appear again. 🤭 (C’mon, you knew that was coming!)
Annnnnnnnnnnnnd if these sister glass caverns operate like witch mirrors, would that mean someone could use it to communicate with or spy on others from other worlds? Even travel from Prythian to Midgard? Erilea? I swear, if someone (please, I’m begging for it to be Elain in the next acotar book) steps out of a sister cavern and into a Blueblood ritual, my mind will explode.
#hofas teaser#crescent city 3#maasverse theories#maas crossover theories#bryce + nesta + azriel#sister caverns#sister mountains#sister glass#that mysterious Balthazar#but you know who I really mean#I can’t help myself
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bahahaha please this is the silliest kind of character to be attracted to but they get me every time!!!! some old, uncool dweeb who cannot let go of the past (or is physically transported from his time) and who dresses and behaves according to the style and culture he treasures the most. he’s obnoxious, does silly dances, and is unerringly horny for reasons no one can explain 🥴
what is wrong with me 🙈
#okay i take that back Mad Mod is cool as hell#but the rest are nerds and i love them for it 😂#mad mod#larry laffer#balthazar bratt#austin powers#neil richards#teen titans#larry laffer: wet dreams don't dry#larry laffer: wet dreams dry twice#despicable me 3#despicable me#austin powers: international man of mystery#f/os#starleskatalks
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secret santa gift for my pookie dookie @kinocharlley
#mysterious lotus casebook#li lianhua#li xiangyi#di feisheng#fang duobing#my art#mlc#Auspicious Pattern Lotus House#bible fandom#three wise men#well i'm not so sure about that#three kings#Caspar#Melchior#Balthazar
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Late as hell because I got carried away but HAPPY TRANSGENDER DAY OF EASTER GAMERS. From me and a selection of character which is Eclectic To Say The Least, as I got lost in the silly sauce after originally intending to do just Balthazar and Tristian and then Needing to maximize the number of bunnies I was drawing.
Thank you very much to @mountainashfae for letting me borrow Vio in the center left, @camelliagwerm for Veszeth in the center (sorry they wound up tucked in the back I forgot about ears when planniiiiing), and my friend who is not on social media for Lerziak over on the right. And apologies as always to Owlcat Games for stealing Tristian for my nonsense. Hope everyone has been having a good week so far <3
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#mystery character is my godlike chanter from poe1 kiryana. I didn't like poe1 much so I didn't draw her much#not enough to develop a unique design yet. I like her though!! happy to have her for a moment#anyway. ummmm.#emi art#tristian#balthazar lucienne#vio miette#veszeth#asperia#kiryana#lerziak moonsilver
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David Lynch’s “Lost Highway” February 21, 1997.
#David Lynch#Lost Highway#Lost Highway (1997)#1997#Nineties#Neo Noir#Noirvember#Surrealist#Psychological Thriller#Thriller#Drama#Crime Drama#Mystery#Patricia Arquette#Bill Pullman#Balthazar Getty#3/5
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@pyxehastoomanyinterests OK IK I WAS ALMOST LATE ON THIS BUT LIKE. I RLY WANTED IT TO BE GOOD
ANYWAYS HAHAHAHHAAHAHAH BEING FOREVER TRAPPED MOURNING THE PEOPLE YOU SAVED BECAUSE YOU KNOW HOW MUCH OF THEM DIED AMIRITE?
#CANDY-ART#DWAMPYTOBER#INKTOBER#PHINEAS AND FERB#PNF#PNF DEITY AU#MILO MURPHY'S LAW#MML#VINNIE DAKOTA#CANDACE FLYNN#BALTHAZAR CAVENDISH#PHINEAS FLYNN#FERB FLETCHER#THE SILHOUETTES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE HARD TO MAKE OUT BUT#CAVENDISH IS MOST OF THE ONES ON DAKOTAS SIDE BUT MILO MELISSA AND ZACK R THERE TOO#CANDACES SIDE IS MORE ALL OVER THE PLACE. ISABELLA STACY SUZY JEREMY BALJEET MYSTERY#AND ALICE STAYING AS A REMINDER OF EVERYTHING LOST THERE#ITS SUPER VAGUE BUT#HANGING TW#DEATH TW#CUTTING TW#FLAME
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How Gomez met Morticia..
Morticia: When we first met was an evening much like this. Magic in the air. A boy…
Gomez: A girl…
Morticia: An open grave... It was my first funeral.
Gomez: You were so beautiful. Pale and mysterious. No one even looked at the corpse.
Morticia: Your cousin Balthazar. You were still a suspect. I couldn’t stop staring at you, all the eulogy. Your eyes… your mustache… your laugh.
Gomez: You bewitched me. I proposed that very night.
The Addams Family (1991)
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‼️FHJY EP 2 SPOILERS ‼️
all my thoughts about episode two of junior year !! it’s a long one :)
The little scenes when they describe their attacks and moves where the minis are acting it out is so cute
‘A mega version of Riz’s mage hand’
They all look so good. But especially Ally and Murph omg
Adaine’s first turn was actually pretty sick
And Gorgugs wtf
AND KRISTENS TO MAKE IT BLOODED PLS
‘Do you have mass healing word? Would you be interested in doing that?’
‘Brennan you’re literally bullying us’
‘You can try, oh it does hit’
ARMOUR OF AYDA crying
These beans are DUE
Murph starting to roll like shit again
Fabian flirting with efac again
‘I punch the mirror’ ‘I punch Kristen twice’
Lou Nat one again to get out the van ‘I’m going to throw up’
In two turns Lou only needs a 2 to not get crushed by the van, and twice he rolls a nat one
‘For you to half or third or whatever you do since it has multiple attacks’
Adaine death fail instead of taking a Dex save wtf
‘You don’t have it written down! I thought you read the book’
ECAF NOOOO
‘Look somewhere else’
I need a full story of Balthazar and Duggan, THEY WERE LOVERS
Murphs sleeves being short enough to show off his tattoos, I might disintegrate
What is with these kids and crashing vehicles
Ally throwing their dice
‘With my wizarding powers and my absolutely fucked van’
‘Just don’t roll a one and this is over.’ ‘NAT 20’
Gorgug IS the greatest wizard of our time
DUGGAN NO. At least he’s with Balthazar now :(
Moggy the doggy crit <3
‘Can I get under that hood a lil bit’
‘Give me a tinkerers room check’ ‘I don’t have that’
‘It’s limp silk’
‘Fabian, photosynthesis is back!!’
It just ain’t the same
‘I don’t even cutting words. I just take it’
‘I’m feeling a little unhinged’
‘Love is love’
Gorgug double crit, my boy <3
The enemy rolling two Nat ones and shooting himself in the eye
Murph dying of laughter of these guys showing up late
‘Nat 20’ ‘are you serious?’ Balthazar is everywhere
Adaine would’ve got a job, Fabian would’ve gone to dance camp, Gorgug would’ve worked on his van ; THEYRE JUST KIDS
But Riz is just happy they got to spend the summer together STOP MY SON
‘I do a half hearted prayer of healing just because I don’t trust you’
‘This was supposed to be an in and out deal but I got involved and I regret it’
‘Hey girlie,,, heyyy girlieee’
HALLARIEL ART, UGH SHES SO HOT
Gilear x Hallerial wedding WHEN
There’s something so sad about Fabian, who’s been coddled his whole life, being abandoned and left to fend for himself in a massive house
SKLONDA MY FIRST AND ONLY LOVE
Sklonda talking to Riz about college and how she doesn’t know if she can afford it for him
Riz just wants to go to college with everyone stop :(( him and adaine are fine there grades are good, but he needs to make sure he finds a place that suits the others please!!!!
WILMA AND DIGBY I LOVE U !! THEYRE SO CUTE
WAIT DID GORGUG AND ZELDA BREAK UP?? THEY ARE NOT THE COUPLE THAT WAS MEANT TO SPLIT !! Although calling it rn they’re getting back together
‘The elven oracle, the Saint of mystery and doubt, and the archdevil of rebellion’ THATS MY GIRLS!!!
RAGH AND LYDIA ART I MIGHT SOB
Kristen never told anyone she changed gods (I guess twice now?), Fig still hasn’t been to a bard class. They’re so funny
WE GOT AYDA ART!!!!
Ayda leaving Fig fossils to say she loves her her!!
Aelwyn putting protective wards on adaines bedroom to keep adaine safe :((
Cassandra my love,, but also it should not be up to a literal child who has just came out a religious cult to keep you alive and all that.
#dimension 20#fantasy high#intrepid heroes#fhjy#fhjy spoilers#riz gukgak#fabian seacaster#kristen applebees#fig faeth#adaine abernant#gorgug thistlespring#brennan lee mulligan
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CHARACTER INTRO: QUILL
| former commander/mists traveler/bounty hunter
LORE
Quill Vellendras was a noble family’s only son and heir, growing up her family put immense pressure on her to climb the noble ranks and gain power for her parents, but she wanted to help others instead. She did not get along with her parents, and helped against the earth elemental attack at Shaemoor, which allowed her to start breaking away from her family and make her own name.
She became the pact commander and over time became known as a slayer of elder dragons. After being killed by Balthazar she came back from the dead with mysterious new mist abilities. However, in her world, she failed in the final fight against Kralkatorrik, and he killed Aurene a second time and launched Quill into the mists, branding her hands before she made it to safety.
The last sight she saw was the elder dragon branding everyone she loved and fought for. After drifting through the mists for a while, an aether blade ship found her and Quill eventually made it back to Tyria, except she found herself in a Tyria where there was another pact commander. One who had killed kralkatorrik where Quill had failed.
Overcome with grief, she abandoned her old life as commander and became a ruthless bounty hunter, feared for her brutal methods and highly sought after for her skills. She was commander no longer.
PERSONALITY
Quill has a kind heart and had always been hopeful and determined. She’s stubborn and has high expectations for herself, but when she fails to meet those expectations she can be incredibly harsh. She blames herself for everything that’s gone wrong, and has a deep self loathing and grief that she avoids at all costs. Outwardly she’s confident and cold, she’s tired from everything she’s been through but will not give herself a break. She cares deeply about the world and the people in it, but has pushed that aside in order to push away her own pain as well.
APPEARANCE
Quill is 5’4 transgender woman and in her early thirties, she’s got a muscular build with some tummy and a generally square body type. She has a soft squarish face with unnatural purple eyes (they used to be brown) and short black hair. Her hands have been branded by Kralkatorrik, and purple crystal brand runs up to her arms, with her hands being completely crystalline claws at the ends. She has a scar on her chest from where Balthazar stabbed her with his sword, and due to her time in the mists has a faint purple swirling aura around her at times.
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Hope you don't mind me barging in on the pronouns discussion but since the Traveler's almost always been referred to with it/its pronouns, I think the Witness has had them applied to it for largely the same reasons; the main reason both in-universe and out seems to be emphasizing that they're mysterious and not within our understanding. (Source: Peach and Balthazar's argument in Ghost Stories)
That's also true, I don't mind at all! That writer I linked also mentioned how they use it/its for the Traveler. The Traveler has also been referred to with she/her a few times, but it's mostly tied to the perception someone has of it; like when it appeared as a big mother wolf in Clovis' dream speaking with the voice of Clovis' wife, and in Mk. 44 Stand-Asides (I think those are the only two examples). Otherwise it's almost always it/its.
That might tie with what this other ask:
Also an interesting angle to consider and would pair with the Traveler. These entities are definitely... something conscious and alive, they both have their own personalities and wishes and ideals, but they're also concepts far above what we can fully comprehend.
It would still be nice to have more of that with less eldritch characters of course.
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A Court of Ribbons and Shadows is three and a half books
I have been recently informed that ACORAS is, in fact, nearly a million words long, which is absolutely absurd. So I thought I’d drop my semi-official breakdown of the books of ACORAS for anyone who feels too intimidated to try getting into it.
Book One:
A Court of Ribbons and Shadows
From Chapter one (“I Am”) through Chapter 11 (“The End of Something; the Beginning of Something”)
A retelling of the latter half of ACOSF with the focus on Gwyn and Azriel’s growing friendship. Something new is brewing on the horizon—or, perhaps, right under their noses.
Book Two
A Legacy of Storm and Song
From Chapter 12 (“Azriel Talks”) through Chapter 28 (“From Seconds to Eternities”)
After their ordeal, the Valkyries return to find their lives fundamentally changed. Emerie is no longer welcome in her home, Windhaven. Nesta is set to be tied permanently to Cassian.
Navigating her fresh romance with the Shadowsinger, a new position in the Night Court, and unfamiliar faces joining their ranks—Gwyn finds that the thing she knows the least is her past.
And the Blood Rite, they find, was only the beginning of a greater enemy’s attempts to take their lives.
Book Three
A Ballad of Blaze and Blossom
From Chapter 29 (“The Song of Sun and Snow”) through Chapter 42 (“Never’s End; Forever’s Renewal”)
The threat to Velaris has not gone unheard. Gwyn, Azriel, Emerie, and Balthazar have gone to Winter to track down a lost ally of great and terrible magic. Elain and Lucien are begrudgingly, for now, together in the Summer Court to apprehend an attempted theft—by stealing the incredibly dangerous enchanted object first.
But a particularly brash River Nymph from the Autumn Court claims that their adversary is little more than a puppet.
Book Four
A Reflection of Gods
From Chapter 43 (“Sunfire”) through Chapter 55 (“Epilogue.”)
All secrets have been revealed. Of bloodlines, of powers, of alliances between friend and foe. Even the secrets of love have revealed themselves. Azriel and Gwyn, with Elain and Lucien, are invited to stay in the Haven, a beautiful oasis of libraries in the Day Court, to recover.
But one mystery remains unsolved. The single hope they have to stop the apparent end of the world is hidden in a story—long forgotten tales written by a tribe of Fire Nymphs. Emerie and her Unit must travel to a faraway land to track down the ancient texts.
They meet resistance from an unexpected source.
#gwynriel#elucien#gwyneth berdara#gwyn acotar#azriel shadowsinger#Azriel#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#acotar#acotar fic#emerie of illyria#nesta archeron#ocs#acosf#post acosf#acosf fanfiction
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DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 27 | Omegaverse
The Ruse (WIP) | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3,533
Main Tags/Warnings: Prince Dean, Commoner Cas, Falling In Love, Strangers to Lovers, False Identity, Mistaken Identity, Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean, Happy Ending
Summary: Castiel, a lowly commoner, is supposed to travel to the Winchester kingdom as a decoy, posing as Prince James who is to mate Prince Samuel of Winchester. On the way, he gets kidnapped by a group of bandits, led by a rugged alpha outlaw with an alluring scent.
He has no idea that ‘Dean’ is actually the elder Winchester prince, heir to the throne, who has his own agenda.
south by | @sharkfish
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4,367
Main Tags/Warnings: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Dean, Omega Castiel, Trans Omega Castiel, Gender Euphoria, Gender politics, Sharing a Bed, Coworkers
Summary: “We have one king ready for you through Saturday night,” the beta says, starting to pull out keycards for them.
“Wait,” Dean says. “There’s supposed to be two rooms.”
She checks the computer again, frowning. “I’m sorry, sir, but there’s only one reservation here.”
The Rut Pact | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 16,113
Main Tags/Warnings: Best Friends, Bisexual Disaster Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester in Denial About Sexuality, Internalized Homophobia, Porn with Feelings, Bottom Cas, Top Dean, Alpha Dean, Alpha Cas, Happy Ending
Summary: When Dean finds out that his best friend Cas is alphasexual, he comes up with a great plan that means neither of them will have to spend their ruts alone anymore. Just alpha buds helping each other out.
Good thing Dean is straight. Otherwise, he might fall in love with his best friend.
boombox & cookies | @sharkfish
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 16,659
Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha Dean Winchester, Omega Castiel, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Non-explicit references to past abuse, Non-explicit references to alcoholism, Gender politics, Tooth-Rotting Fluff
Summary: “I think I misjudged you,” Castiel says.
Dean shuts and then opens his mouth like an idiot fish. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t do well with alphas and I’m not interested in being flirted with.”
“Hey,” Dean interrupts, “I swear that’s not —”
“Dean.” Castiel’s voice is deep and firm enough to shut Dean up. “I understand that now, but my original assumption was that you’re the kind of aggressive alpha who just wants to get his knot wet. You're not like that."
On Breeding Vacation | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 23,345
Main Tags/Warnings: Mutual Pining, Strangers to Lovers, Breeding Kink, Mpreg, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean, Happy Ending, Porn with Feelingsm Fluff and Smut, Dorks in Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean, Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean, Mating Cycles/In Heat
Summary: Cas wants pups, but without an alpha, that dream seems out of reach. Luckily, fertility ranches have long since specialized in giving omegas who are incapable of being loved the family they so desperately desire.
Wrapped Up In You | @roobear68
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 28,030
Main Tags/Warnings: True Mates, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Secret Admirer, Begging, Knotting, Slick, Rimming, Oral sex, Castiel/Dean, Gabriel/Sam, Castiel & Gabriel, Dean & Sam, Toby (the Chihuahua), Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Benny L., Balthazar, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Alfie (supernatural)
Summary: Cas was intrigued by the delectable scent left on these anonymous gifts. The alpha was determined to find this mysterious omega. He was unaware that his little dog, Toby, had decided that very same thing.
Entre Nous | @pleasetakethis
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 33,840
Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, True Mates, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Porn with Feelings, Pining, Oblivious Dean, Self-Sacrificing Castiel, Scenting, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Top/Bottom Versatile Castiel/Dean Winchester, Oral Sex, Knotting, Anal Sex, Mating Bond, Recreational Drug Use
Summary: Dean Winchester didn't consider himself much of an omega. He avoided dating alphas and he'd taken heat suppressants since he'd presented, so it wasn't an issue--until he learned suppressants were affecting his heart and he'd have to stop taking them. His doctor recommended a medical match website to solicit an alpha's assistance during his breakthrough heats to minimize stress on his heart, and that was how he met Castiel Novak.
Castiel wasn't a typical alpha. He had hypothyroidism, a low hormone disorder that left him with mild ruts and a scent many found unsettling. He'd long written off the idea of finding a compatible mate, though his doctor had begun to push services that matched alphas and omegas to help combat the progression of his disorder. Castiel's brother showed up one night carrying the scent of mate, and that was how his relationship with Dean Winchester started.
...or Not Relationship. Because Dean made it clear he didn't date alphas, and Castiel wouldn't tell Dean they scent bonded during the first shared heat because they were true mates.
Castiel isn't like any alpha Dean has known, but Dean isn't ready to let his guard down until his heart makes it clear he has no other choice.
You're The One That I Want | @roobear68
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 36,620
Main Tags/Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions of Violence,True Mates, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Knotting, Angel Babies, Past Rape/Non-Con, Tiny Amount of angst, John Winchester A+ parenting, BAMF Mary Winchester, BAMF Castiel, BAMF Dean Winchester, Fallen Angel, Protective Dean Winchester, Protective Sam Winchester, Protective Castiel, Protective Gabriel, Emmie, Past violence, Past child abuse, Past violence, Castiel/Dean, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Archangel Michael
Summary: Dean is an Alpha Angel who was ready to be mated. Cas is an Omega Human who wanted the same. Cas wanted to have his own family with lots of pups. Dean wanted the same thing. Dean knew he was about to meet his True Mate. Cas knew he was about to be murdered.
Unwritten | @porcupine-girl
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 75,784
Main Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Bookstore Owner Dean, Writer Castiel, Alpha/Alpha, Alpha Dean, Alpha Castiel, True Mates, Medical Procedures, Denial of Feelings, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Bond, Mating Bites, top Cas/bottom Dean
Summary: A spontaneous scent bond is the stuff of romance novels: an alpha and an omega meet by chance, and they happen to be so compatible that their pheromones are perfectly aligned, drawing them irresistibly together to mate and bond for life. Neither bookstore owner Dean Winchester nor science fiction novelist Castiel Novak have ever thought it sounded romantic. Your hormones going nuts and tricking you into tying yourself to a complete stranger for the rest of your life? No thanks. But when Castiel comes to Dean's store for a signing, they feel an inexplicable pull toward each other, and into a powerful bond that neither of them wants. A bond that shouldn't even be possible for two alphas. At least they agree on one thing: they will not let biology determine their fate.
Life of young omega Dean | A-heller-cockles-truther
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 77,247
Main Tags/Warnings: Omegaverse, domestic, ptsd, alpha castiel, omega dean
Summary: Story of Dean, he was born as omega in a world that sees them mostly as walking wombs, he was born to an alpha dad that had hate for omegas but mostly not stable emotionally using alcohol as cure while neglecting Dean and Sam. All his life he hid him being omega until he couldn't anymore but Bobby was there, he learned to accept who he is and true love it is.
Dean's life was not easy but he got his brother Sam Bobby who like his dad and new friends he found in the new life he built away from the toxic environment of his dad and hunter life.
Dean journey where he realize people love him, the world not always bad and horrible and he never be like his dad John
The Lord of Amara (WIP) | @diminuel
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 92,143
Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Arranged Marriage, Omega Castiel/Alpha Dean Winchester, Cas pretending to be an alpha, Past Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn
Summary: The people of Amara cherished tradition and stability. For 700 years the Novak alphas have ruled the country. As the young Lord of Amara, Castiel understands the burden of duty he owes to his blood, his country and his allies even if it means a life of secrecy and sacrifice. Their neighboring Kingdom of Winchester is struggling with a secret of its own regarding crown prince Dean. When Sam, on a desperate quest to find help for his brother, accidentally uncovers a truth about the Lord of Amara, he has no other choice but to ask Castiel to put his signature on a marriage contract to Dean Winchester. Castiel has to leave Amara behind to go to a country on the brink of ruin and a husband that wants nothing more than to be left alone.
Big Alpha Energy (BAE) | @valandrawrites
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 97,401
Main Tags/Warnings: Prostitution, Sex Worker Castiel, Alphas who Bottom, Alpha Dean/Omega Cas, secondary gender dysphoria, Discussion of Past Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Sam Winchester Takes Care of Dean Winchester, Dom Castiel, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Sexual Identity, Charlie is Sus, Mechanic Dean, PhD Student Castiel, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Fisting, BEWARE SPOILERS AHEAD, Mpreg, Pregnant Castiel
Summary: Alpha/Alpha relationships are illegal under Great Plains Nation Pack Law. With plummeting birth rates and discrimination against Omegas, the worst thing an Alpha can be is a bottom. Afraid of designation re-eduation, if he’s found out Dean has resisted acting on his most basic, primal need. Until now.
With one failed suicide attempt already under his belt, Dean can’t take it anymore, which is how he finds himself at The Queen of Moondoor’s underground brothel, asking for the one thing he knows he shouldn’t want, but can’t live without.
#destiel trope collection#destiel trope collection 2023#destiel#fanfic#omegaverse#Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics#day 27
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The Witchers Font
[A Witcher AU]
by PetraAmia
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Tags: Witcher AU, Witcher Michael, Witcher Castiel, Witcher Dean, Bard Balthazar, John Winchester A+ parenting, Henry Winchester was a great parent, Adventuring, "He is not my bard", midam, Kate is a great mom, Mystery, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Protective Dean Winchester, heat of the moment
Summary:
Dean Winchester is alone, the only family he's got left is his horse. Before his grandfather died, he imparted upon Dean a secret that he had kept. There is a well of knowledge, a font, that was once the site of a Witcher school deep in the Mountains which will hold the answers of his mother and brother's death... or so Dean hopes. Traveling through the land and collecting coin, he thinks will be the hardest part of his adventure, but boy is he wrong. Finding lost family and potentially a new future, Dean is in for a lot more than he planned.
Castiel wants to explore the past to better understand the future, much to the dismay of the Roost. Will this new Wyvern Witcher be the one who helps him find the knowledge he seeks, or will this man be the thing he needs to put him on a new path?
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@deancodedcastielenby ’s and mine SPN Reverse Bang entry, by @deancasreversebang
I’m very grateful I got to work on this Story and got to make art for it! Destiel and Midam are my favorite pairings (as we know)so it was an absolute pleasure!
Thank you so much to my partner in crime, who brought the vision I had with my art to live! Shower the Story with all your love! It was a pleasure working with you! 💙
#dcrb2023#deancas reverse bang#destiel#dean winchester#castiel witcher AU#I had fun with this#thank you so much for the fic!#and sorry for my little brainfart XD
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Monsieur Alaric Dubrueil [Simblreen 2023]
Alaric Dubrueil, a mysterious vampire figure residing in Forgotten Hollow, was formerly known as Comte Balthazar Rougemont. He was once an aristocrat who narrowly escaped the tumultuous social revolution, where peasants dethroned royals and beheaded noblemen. Though he strives to keep a low profile, skulking in the shadows, his disdain for the modern world is evident, and his snobbish nature surfaces when he's forced to interact with the common folk.
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Day 9 of the BG3 Fic February Challenge
I am once again swapping today's SFW prompt for an NSFW prompt that I made...SFW. More or less.
I mean is there anything "safe for work" about being stuffed in a wardrobe with Halsin, let's be real
I digress. Read on, adventurous and friendly readers. And pretend that Last Light Inn has way more rooms than it actually does.
Check out my masterlist of BG3 fics here!
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9. Tav/Durge and LI are forced to share a confined space or bedroll together before they confess how they feel (NSFW #12)
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Last Light Inn was livelier than ever before, now that Ardynn and her team had saved all the prisoners from Moonrise Towers. It was a wonder they all had somewhere to stay, but the inn was large and had many rooms, not to mention plenty of space to camp just outside. So long as they stayed within Isobel’s moonshield dome, of course.
Ardynn had claimed a small table for her own, trying to plan for their next task in the morning. They were to visit the Thorm mausoleum, to seek, possibly to kill, a mysterious figure named Balthazar. Whatever was down there also held the secret to Ketheric’s immortality, so they should be prepared for anything when they entered. Too bad no one seemed to know what they ought to expect. Jaheira had only shaken her head when Ardynn asked earlier.
“I did not go that far inside,” she’d said. “Once Ketheric Thorm was sealed away, I left. After that…well…” She gestured out, toward the shadows beyond.
Ardynn tapped her fingers restlessly against the table, shifting pages of notes this way and that before glancing around the inn. She could see all her companions in various places. Karlach and Wyll lounged at the bar, opposite Rolan and his siblings. Gale sat in some far corner, nose in a book. Astarion and Shadowheart shared a table, looking catlike as they bent their heads together and whispered conspiratorially to each other. Gossiping, she assumed, perhaps about the Ironhand gnomes hardly a table away. Lae’zel was…Ardynn glanced out the window to her left. Ah, Lae’zel was outside, hacking at a target dummy. Training, as always. Which just left…
Halsin.
Ardynn paused, surveying the room again. No sign of the tall druid anywhere. She got up and peered into the bunk room where Art Cullagh lay sleeping. Not there either. She frowned, retreating back into the main room, crossing to where Jaheira was. Isobel had joined her at her table and they were sharing a light meal and soft conversation.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Ardynn said, smiling apologetically. “Have either of you seen Halsin? I was hoping to ask him something.”
“Ah, the Archdruid?” Jaheira asked. She waved her hand absently. “He is upstairs somewhere. The children were getting underfoot and he agreed to entertain them up there.”
“I believe they’re playing a game,” Isobel said. “I do hope he’s keeping them out of my room. I locked the door, but…” She shrugged.
A game? Ardynn glanced up at the balcony that wrapped around the entire main room, doors leading to other rooms. She didn’t immediately see Halsin, but she did spy one of the tiefling children scurrying from one room to the next, smothering their giggles in their hands.
“Thank you,” Ardynn said. “I’ll leave you to your dinner and...make sure the children aren’t invading your room, Isobel.”
She ascended the stairs up to the second floor, nearly running into one of the children, Mirkon, the moment she stepped onto the landing.
“Oh! Sorry, miss!” He started to move around her and stopped. “Wait. Have you come to play with us, too?”
Ardynn crouched down to Mirkon’s level, giving him a smile. “That depends. What are we playing?”
“Everyone’s playing hide and seek! Only, we’ve changed the rules.” Mirkon giggled. “Mister Halsin is the one hiding, and the rest of us have to find him. We have to be very, very quiet about it though, because once we find him, we hide with him. Last one to find him loses.”
Ardynn tilted her head. It couldn’t be that hard to find Halsin, could it? He was as tall as a house. Yet, when she looked around the top floor, counting the children she saw hurrying quietly from one spot to the next (one of them peeked into a box that was certainly much too small to hold Halsin, to her amusement) she counted all the tiefling children that had made it to Last Light. Umi, Ide, Mirkon, and Mattis.
No Mol. Ardynn still hadn’t found Mol. She hoped she was all right.
So four children looking for one man and not succeeding. Either the children just weren’t very good at seeking, or Halsin had found a very clever hiding spot. She supposed he might also be cheating, but in the short time she had come to know him, he didn’t seem the type.
Mirkon looked around furtively before leaning in to whisper, “You don’t have any ideas about where he might be, do you?”
Ardynn made a show of thinking. “Hmm. Well, he must be somewhere on the second floor. And he must be somewhere that can hide a very big person.” She tapped her cheek, pretending to ponder. “Have you checked under every bed?”
Mirkon gasped. “He can fit under there? I have to go check now.” He immediately dashed away, disappearing into one of the other rooms. Ardynn smiled to herself and got back to her feet.
Never would she have thought she would have to track down Halsin…again. She walked around the landing, peering into each room as the children went in and out. She supposed he probably could be hiding under someone’s bed, but then the children would have found him by now. Something else then…
She stepped into one of the rooms, peering around at all the furniture. Her eyes landed on a particularly large wardrobe with double doors, nearly tall enough to reach from floor to low ceiling. One of the doors was ever so slightly ajar. A hint. Perhaps even an invitation.
She turned her gaze away, pretending to do a sweep of the room, looking anywhere but the wardrobe, but keeping her ears sharp. There. It was subtle, quiet, but she heard the telltale creak weight on of wood. Not from the floorboards—Last Light Inn was plenty full of creaking floorboards—but something close. The tenor was just slightly different.
Still pretending to look around, she moved slowly closer and closer to the wardrobe. Finally she paused in front of it, staring at the crack between the doors. She could see nothing from where she stood except darkness. Her heart started to race a little in her chest as she reached for one of the small iron handles—
Only to stop. Why was she so nervous? This was silly. Why was she playing the children’s games when she had plans to make? She hesitated, staring at the wardrobe door.
Behind her, the door to the room flew open with a bang and she whirled, hand nearly to her dagger before her mind caught up with her. It was one of the other kids, Mattis.
“What the—oh, it’s you. I was hoping it was Bear Man.” Mattis looked around the room a moment before shaking his head. “I could have sworn…” He peeked under the bed and then behind one of the curtains before leaving the room by another door, walking out onto the balcony outside.
Ardynn pressed a hand to her chest, closing her eyes and trying to calm her pounding heart. Honestly, she had been less frightened when she played hide and seek with Oliver and his terrifying shadow “parents.” This was getting ridiculous.
She opened her eyes to another creak of wood behind her, only to see out of the corner of her vision a bark-clad arm. Before she could react or even make a noise, the arm curled around her waist and pulled her backward, into the depths of the wardrobe, the door swinging shut and enclosing her in darkness.
She wriggled out of his grip, turning to face him, cheeks blazing hot. “Hal—“
He pressed his fingers to her lips, silencing her. There was a mischievous glimmer in his hazel eyes, but he shook his head, lifting one finger to his own lips. He pointed toward a thin line of light, the seam between the wardrobe doors.
Ardynn heard the sound of light, short footsteps. The footsteps of a child. She and Halsin bent their heads closer together, peering through the crack in the doors. Just outside, the lavender-skinned girl, Ide, stepped into view. She frowned, looking around the room. When her orange gaze swept toward the wardrobe, Ardynn’s breath hitched. Would she come check the wardrobe? What would she say if she found Halsin and Ardynn both inside?
“Mattis?” Ide asked.
“Out here!” came the distant reply from outside. Ide hurried across the room and out onto the balcony.
Ardynn breathed a small sigh of relief. They were safe—for now.
It was only then that she realized how close they were to one another. Her cheek was nearly pressed to his chest, his hand now on her shoulder rather than silencing her with his fingers. His body curved over hers, forced to hunch in the confined space of the wardrobe, his head bent toward her. When he gave his own sigh, his breath stirred her hair and tickled one ear. She had to suppress a shiver.
She forced herself as far back as possible inside the cramped space, but all it did was afford them a few inches between them.
He barely seemed to notice. He merely gave her a smile, as though none of this were remotely unusual. “I didn’t know you had joined the children’s game,” he said softly, keeping his voice low.
“I—I wasn’t—“ She stopped, a little baffled, and then shook her head. “Aren’t you a little big to be hiding in wardrobes?” she whispered.
He chuckled, his laughter warm and low. This close, she nearly felt it rumbling in his chest. “I confess I may have chosen my hiding spot a little poorly. Then again, few spots seemed suitable for a man of my size.”
That was an understatement. This had to be the biggest wardrobe in Last Light, and he still had to fold himself down a little to fit inside. Ardynn, slight and short, had a much easier time fitting. Or she would have, had two thirds of the space not been taken up by a giant bear druid.
As if in response to her unspoken thoughts, he shifted, attempting to turn so that he was more fully facing her, only to find his broad shoulders wedged uncomfortably between the back wall of the wardrobe and one of the doors. He grunted softly and shifted again, freeing one arm but nearly pushing open the door. Ardynn hurried to catch hold of it and keep it closed, leaning forward right as his arm came up, his hand brushing against her side and bumping briefly against her breast.
He snatched his hand back quickly, causing his elbow to thunk against another wall of the wardrobe. “Ah—my apologies, I—“
“Shh! Do you want them to hear us?” She pretended not to notice his touch, though her cheeks were burning, peering once more through the crack in the door. He shifted, restless, before eventually raising his arm and pressing his hand to the far wall of the wardrobe, his arm extending over her shoulder.
“Perhaps I ought to wild-shape into a cat,” he whispered. She looked up to find him somehow even closer, his head bowed nearer hers. “But I fear that may be unfair to the children. I wouldn’t want them to mistake me for a cousin of His Majesty downstairs and think I’ve disappeared for good.”
“You would think they would know to look inside large wardrobes,” she whispered back, crossing her arms. But then she rethought that decision, since all it did was take up the scant space between them so that her forearms were nearly brushing his broad chest. She uncrossed them again, unsure where to put her hands. She settled for pressing them against her legs.
Gods but he was close. If she breathed deep enough her chest would brush his. And with his hand pressed to the wall behind her, his body looming over hers—not that he had much choice—the size difference between them just felt that much more intense. She felt as though she could curl up into a ball and snuggle herself into the curve of his body and no one would be able to find her until she emerged again.
If only.
It struck her suddenly that this was the closest she had ever been to Halsin. In battle they were often meters apart, him charging ahead as a bear or casting spells from afar while she took up a spot with high ground to rain arrows down over their enemies. At camp, his tent was pitched far away from everyone else. The closest they had been before now must have been at meal times and on the road, where she might have occasionally brushed arms with him as they walked or touched her knee with his as they sat cross-legged side by side around the fire.
She'd never before been close enough to feel his breath on her skin, or feel the heat of his body warming her own. She'd never been so close that she had to tilt her head further back just to gaze up at him. She'd never been so close that he took up the entire field of her vision.
She had to change the subject, or distract herself, fast. She cast about for ideas, trying to remember why she wanted to talk to him in the first place.
“I’m a little surprised to see you playing games,” she breathed. “We haven’t cured these lands just yet.”
She knew the subject of the shadow curse was all-encompassing for him, but as soon as she said it, she regretted it. At her reference to the shadow-cursed lands, his face turned grave, a shadow passing over his expression.
“The...children deserve a night to forget about the darkness every now and again,” he murmured, his gaze dropping away from her face. “I had hoped Thaniel would join us, but...he is not strong enough yet. He rests at our camp now, with Scratch and the owlbear to keep him company.”
His gaze grew distant, eyes trained on some spot just to her left, his thoughts moving on without her. As his eyebrows drew together to form a crease of worry, a pang of guilt gripped her chest. She shouldn't have brought it up. He didn’t say anything else for a long moment, his mind clearly on Thaniel, and she didn't know what to say to bring back the levity from before.
She reached out and took his hand, the one at his side, clasping it in both of hers and holding it between them. “We’re not going to leave him half-healed, Halsin,” she whispered. “I promise. Once we defeat Ketheric…Thaniel will be whole again. We’re going to see this through. I promise.”
He stared at her a moment, as if surprised. But then his expression softened. The hand pressed to the wall of the wardrobe moved, landing heavily on her shoulder.
“I do not deserve you, you know,” he breathed. “I have asked so much of you, and you have already done more than I require. Thaniel has both halves of himself, thanks to you. I wish…I wish I did not have to ask more of you, but I…”
“Halsin.” His name ghosted from her lips, partly a sigh. She leaned imperceptibly closer, having to tilt her head up to keep his face in view. “I agreed to fix this shadow curse. That means curing Thaniel too. I’m not going to go back on that promise.”
His gaze searched hers in the darkness, his lips parted with words he seemed hesitant to say. She wished—foolishly wished, longed, even—that he would close what scant distance remained between them and just kiss her. She had dreamed about it for days, hoping that whatever barrier he kept between them might eventually crumble and he might see her as more than just an ally dedicated to a cause. She thought she saw some of that happening now. She couldn’t possibly be imagining the way his gaze dipped down to her lips or the tightening grip of his hand on her shoulder. Could she?
Just one kiss, she prayed silently. One secret kiss, tucked away in this cramped wardrobe, where it could stay forever, just so long as she could say she knew what it was to kiss Halsin just the once.
She felt him shift, felt her breath hitch in her chest, her lips parting in anticipation—
The wardrobe doors flew open with the sound of a child’s delighted gasp and Ardynn flinched back, pressing herself as far from Halsin's body as she could get in that wardrobe. As light flooded in, nearly blinding Ardynn with its suddenness, she heard Ide’s voice.
“AHA! I found y—wait! Miss Ardynn, I didn’t know you were playing!”
#bg3#bg3 fic#bg3ficfeb#my fic#oc#ardynn#ardynn harrow#halsin#in this house we write tropes#we also don't edit in this house#even though we probably should
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