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(: ɓuıɥʇʎuɐ ǝɯ ʞsɐ oʇ ǝǝɹɟ lǝǝℲ
My newest Like Minds fanfic; if you're into reading about dead bodies and dissection, this one is for you lol.
Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/85610646
Danny and her new found family
This is a version of Armand who's a bit more desperate maybe. A bit more bitter, a bit less in control.
Older Valarr/Daeron/Kiera sketch i forgot to post
happy birthday Trent
I'm fucking late but alright here is a collection
Dean, Cas, Sam and Gabriel at a bar late after a case. Sam and Gabriel determined to make their brothers kiss each other.
Sam: another round? This one’s on me.
Dean: Thanks man
Gabriel: Hey Sam-a-lam, make it something stronger than beer. I’m feeling like fireball.
*Sam recognising fireball as code for starting their matchmaking plan*
Sam: Coming right up! *As he passes to the bar he “bumps into” a random girl who’s drink spills on Cas’ trench coat, he doesn’t look back*
Gabriel: Oh bro you gotta take that off, it’ll be all sticky in a sec.
Cas: *annoyed* alright.
*he takes the jacket off and rolls up his sleeves the was Gabriel told him was normal once. Dean stares the whole time*
Gabriel: You good there Deano? You look red. Tie too tight?
Dean: What? No I’m fine-
Cas: Dean he’s right. You do look red. Let me…
*Cas’ hands try to work Deans tie loose to no avail. Gabriel grins.*
Dean: Stupid fbi costume.
*Sam reappearing with the drinks*
Sam: Whats up?
Gabriel: *downing the fireball* Deans tie is stuck
Sam: huh, hey Cas, you might need to be facing him from the front or something. You’re at a weird angle.
Cas: *thinking it over, slightly tipsy from copious bottles of liquor* Good idea Sam.
*he climbs onto Dean and straddles his lap, tugging his tie again which immediately comes undone leaving Cas holding the two loose ends and accidentally reeling Dean in closer*
Dean: *with a gulp* uh, thanks.
*he looks around and sees Gabriel and Sam are gone*
Dean: Those sons of bitches-
Cas: *unknowingly pressing closer to Dean, bracing himself by holding on to his shoulders* Oh. Was this one of Gabriel’s games?
Dean: …yeah…
Cas: Did he succeed at whatever he was doing-
*Dean grabs Cas and kisses him like his life depends on it, licking in to his mouth and devouring the taste. Cas melts into it and grasps Dean’s hair with one hand, the other resting where his handprint was once seared into Deans flesh. They’re there for a long long while before either of them dare pull away.*
Dean: Cas, I love you-
Gabriel: WOOHOO!! FINALLY!!
*Dean and Cas looking to see that Sam and Gabriel were in fact just hiding at another table*
Dean: Cas, I’m gonna kill your brother.
Cas: I have no objections to that. And I love you too.
The house with the red door. Daenerys has picked a lemon for her big brother Viserys :)
Or, a rare moment of happiness for the exiled Targaryen siblings before their feeling home is ripped away from them upon the death of Ser Willem Darry.
nuclear royal family 🥹
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an ao3 author is never late, nor are they early; they post precisely when they mean to
Maekar awakens after the Trial of Seven, Part 2 (Part 1 here)
what's the point of aerion having a scar, left by the wound dunk gave him, on his inner thigh if dunk isn't the one to kiss it when he goes down on him
Are you crawling through my dreams?
You're the reason I don't sleep
You're the rot, rot
Agony is seeping through your teeth
Shiera Seastar
