Petra. She/Her. 30s. Bi. Occasional fanfic writer. Mainly Supernatural. Ship-and-let-ship multishipper with zero tolerance for hate, ship wars, and other forms of fandom drama. Note: This blog runs mainly on a queue, so if I 'liked' your original content, odds are it's also in the queue and will be reblogged shortly. 💙
We are currently in our third round of the HMSB event, and while all of the fics have been claimed by beta readers, and most have been claimed by artists, we still have three fics left that are still in need of an artist to claim them.
So, if you're interested in claiming any of them, this round is open to everyone!
HMSB 2025 Schedule and Info
Here is the fic gallery where you can view info for the remaining fics.
The claims form can be found here. It is open now and will remain open until all three fics have been claimed.
We have slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door,
It's that time of year again, and THE HOZIERNATURAL MULTI-SHIP BANG IS BACK!
Just like in previous years, all characters, ships, gen fics, and x readers are welcome! This is for everyone who wants to write/draw Supernatural characters to the inspiration of Hozier's music!
Complete Rules and Info for this round are here.
Check out last year's gallery/masterlist here!
SIGN-UPS WILL OPEN MARCH 1ST!
EDIT: SIGN-UPS ARE OPEN!!
We'll re-open the Discord server towards the end of author sign-ups. Between now and then, feel free to send us an ask with any questions you may have.
We can't wait to hang out with you guys and see what you create this year!
I also found this series of books by Carver Edlund. Did those books really happen? Wow, that is some meta madness. Thanks for saving the world and stuff.
Hello, it's egg crackin' time. Remember how Emmrich was so mad at Solas in May I kiss you? (it's here if you want it) Now Emmrich gets his revenge. It's just a short scene, but I had to get it out of my head.
Here on ao3
Rest of my stuff here
Minrathous was a horrible blighted mess. Emmrich had seen enough of the blight to last several lifetimes and yet there was ever more of it. They rounded a corner and saw another writhing mass of blight tentacles, which were all converging on a solitary figure. The person dispatched the tentacles with great bursts of magic and then they turned around and there was no mistaking who this was.
Solas.
Emmrich saw red. He wanted to hurt him so badly. Hurt him, like Rook had been hurt. He would never forget the terrified expression on Rook's face when he believed that Emmrich hated him. And he believed it because Solas imprisoned him in that horrible place.
He longed to make him pay. For all the suffering Rook endured, for all the sleepless nights on Emmrich's part. But he couldn't. He would lose quickly in an outright fight against Solas, for one. And they needed him, couldn't win this war without him, so he couldn't allow himself to even try destroying him, no matter how much he wished to do so.
Rook was coming up to Solas to talk, and Emmrich's ears were ringing with all the rage he felt, but some Rook's words filtered to him, angry and betrayed and hurt.
“You used blood magic on me?”
What?
Solas was making apologies, but Emmrich didn't hear a word he said, because this was the last drop that overflowed whatever vessel was holding his fury in check. Emmrich strode up to them and Solas dared to address him.
“Greetings, professor,” he said, as if this was an academic meeting, as if the only thing keeping him safe right now wasn't the fact that they sorely needed him.
Emmrich took a breath to scream at him, but words failed him. He wanted to kill him, bring him back and kill him again. But he had to be reasonable, no matter how much he hated to be so. He let his breath out in a sigh and settled for what was attainable at the moment.
He punched the Dread Wolf in the face.
Solas reeled back, though he unfortunately remained upright. Even so, Emmrich felt glorious satisfaction at the sight of the bastard that hurt his Rook touching a hand to his nose and having it come away bloody.
He shook out his hand. This would probably smart for a while, but he wouldn't waste mana on healing something so inconsequential now. And maybe feeling the evidence of his revenge wasn't so bad.
“I suspect this was deserved,” Solas said, wincing at the pain, and Emmrich was satisfied indeed.
“It was,” Emmrich nodded. But it wouldn't do to dwell on this anymore, time was short and whatever revenge was possible had been had. “Shall we go? I believe we have a world to save.”
“That we do,” Solas replied and Emmrich was gratified to hear a note of respect in his voice.
Rook took his hand, their fingers intertwining, and there was so much awe in his expression that Emmrich almost blushed.
“You're such a badass, love.”
“Thank you, darling. I have my moments.”
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if you ever wondered what your sims felt when you got them into the pool only to delete the ladder and trap them there for good I couldn't recommend watching supernatural (2005 - 2020) enough to you
we all know part of the reason supernatural is so busted is because it was written by over 50 people near-constantly contradicting each other. well here's a spreadsheet documenting the order of episodes by each person who had at least 5 writing credits on the show, so that if you so desire, you could experience: bedlundnatural, berensnatural, jennykleinatural, and even, if you're a pervert or something, bucklemingnatural.
