#hel_writes

[vampire-inebriation-asylum]

Franco Barbi who was thinking you're mommy material, but after watching you follow orders, rely on the older/experienced reagents, and be a bit of a cry baby, he realizes you're better suited as a baby.

Specifically a babydoll for him to play with.

"C'mere doll, baby wants to play..."

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𝔇𝔯. 𝔈𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔦𝔰 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔱

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CW: Calling Easterman daddy, talk of Amelia's capture, implied manipulation tactics. Otherwise, just some fluff. Enby reader/reagent with no physical descriptions and they/them pronouns used.

"D-Daddy..." Their whimper for help echoes in the room.

One month. One whole month since Dr. Easterman had last talked to them personally. Ever since Amelia was caught, strung up in the sleeprooms, it's been radio silence after every trial, the one thing that kept them going gone.

And they, poor thing, are the definition of a Daddy's little one, lost and reeling without his guiding hand and gentle praises. Exactly how he wants them to be. Exactly what he hoped would occur.

He's been watching them, audience to their crumbling confidence and their growing confusion. Now here he is, coaxing his loyal little 'how high' into his lap, the weight upon his slim frame as utterly addictive as his control over his disciples.

"Shh sh shhh... Daddy's right here..." His voice, a gentle balm to their anxious soul, his cold, slender hand snaking around and cupping the back of their head. He pulls them closer, deeper into his touch, and deeper into his influence, "A father's work is never finished, a teacher's lessons never ending. I am here, little lamb. And I... I am in control."

There's a slight waver to his last words, an urgency, as if reclaiming some kind of territory. Reclaiming his place as their leader. Their God.

He can't let Amelia's promises of freedom obscure his flock any longer. Can't let the seed of rebellion to further take root.

His thin lips press soothing reassurances to the flesh of their cheeks, a reward for their loyalty. And it's received with mumbled pleas for forgiveness, as if his temporary disappearance from their life was a fault of theirs.

Perfect, Hendrick doesn't even need to work hard to keep them, their broken little mind leaving them entirely dependent on him and his guidance.

"I love you." He whispers into their scalp, fingers sinking into their flesh until the threat of bruises throbbed underneath his fingertips.

That soothes their battered soul.

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𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔞 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔦𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔨𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬'𝔩𝔩 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 🖤

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[vampire-inebriation-asylum]

Aromantic Dean Winchester makes so much sense to me after thinking about it. Makes sense why past relationships he was in never lasted long or were of sexual focus. Makes sense why Dean's so focused on family—especially Sam.

Idk, after hearing what Jensen said, I wondered about this and seen someone mention Aro!Dean and it's just makes the most sense to me.

Also, I find Jensen's words to be reasonable. I mean, he played as Dean for 15 years. Dean's a big part of him. But people finding Jensen's hesitation towards Destiel to be homophobic doesn't make a lot of sense to me, as there's been queer representation repeatedly in Supernatural. And as far as I'm aware, he's not upset about the queer part of this, it didn't sound like he was upset about the implications of Dean being queer, but rather he had his own idea with his character.

This is where the Aromantic idea comes into play. It would explain the tension between Castiel and him, that maybe, he is attracted to him, but not romantically. And after Cas was taken by the darkness, Dean felt extra guilt for unintentionally leading Cas on in any way, and knowing Dean's behavior, he probably stews in it until he feels resentful and therefore, his lack of care after upcoming days, plus his extra coldness because he doesn't want anyone else to fall in love for him when he can't in return.

But that's just a lil theory o' mine and my thoughts on Jensen's words.

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ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔭𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔖𝔞𝔪 𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯

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CW: Cannibalism, descriptive gore, demon blood consumption, initially dub-con touch.

A/n: While I did have an OC in mind for this, I didn't write a lot of description so it can be read as chubby fem reader insert. Finally posted something :') Sorry for the long wait and I hope you enjoy <3

This isn't good. This is not good.

Sam looked away for just a second and now the demon they were staking out is missing along with this girl it was clearly stalking.

She looked so sweet, sticking out like a sore thumb in the bar with those chubby curves and trusting eyes. The brown, oversized cardigan and the flowy, floor-length, white dress with daisies on it only added to her innocent appearance. A doe in the poacher's sights.

And now she is in danger because Sam got distracted for one fucking minute. One minute to catch a spilled drink. And it's the death of her.

He has no choice but to hope he can arrive at the demon's hideout before them. Dean had already scouted the place, found evidence of what looks like to be a ritual in the making. One that requires a virgin's blood. And while he's not certain whether the girl is a virgin or not, she sure looked the part; blushing at any mere compliment, squirming at the mere touch of her waist, and so forth.

Please let her be okay...

The truck it used is still warm when he arrives, which is a comfort. Means they hadn't been here long before him.

But as the door creaks open, the rotten floor groaning traitorously beneath his boots, there's not a sound. Not a whimper, not a malicious chuckle, not even footsteps but his own. He shouldn't go on without Dean, he said he'll be here soon, but with an image of that girl—bleeding and sobbing for mercy—popping up in his conscience, he presses on, heart pounding against his ribcage and grip tight on his firearm.

Something's wrong—

A cloying scent hits him, hard. Enough so that his eyes flutter, and saliva pools on his tongue. Such a familiar scent. Long has it been since he's indulged—years even, but the tang still puts a throb in his head, still tunnels his vision. He's been around demon blood enough over the years, but with how potent the smell is, how strong the reaction, there must be a large quantity involved...

Shit, is he too late? Has the girl been lost forever? Has she been butchered or corrupted?

Squelching. Scuffling.

No, the sight is worse than he could imagine as he rounds the corner. Worse and oh so alluring.

There, in the center of the room, the demon lays weakly, gasping and coughing futilely. There's no coming back from this, not when it's ribcage is pried open, flesh pulled aside, and blood, a deep crimson—no, black as night as it seeps into the floorboards and white fabric.

There's a demon trap beneath them, once hidden by the now discarded rug, ragged and frumpy where it lays at the edge of the room. But that's a mere afterthought as compared to the sight before him.

Headfirst in the barely living monster, is the girl, face sodden with it's gore, pupils blown wide enough to nearly overtake the whites of her eyes... There's tears spilling over her stained, freckled cheeks.

She's sobbing into the cadaver, teeth latched tightly into the slowing heart, drinking and drinking and coughing when some blood seeps up into her nose.

"What... are you?" The words slip out before Sam can stop them, gun pointed to the floor but ready.

Some ribs snap with a wet pop as she hauls herself from the corpse, shooting up onto unsteady legs that merely give out beneath her within seconds, vision hazy and head pounding from possible overconsumption.

"Stay back!" She cries out anxiously as she plummets to the floor, a loud thud echoing in the abandoned architecture. Splintering wood scratch, cut and embed slivers into her flesh with a harsh sting. She deserves it she believes, deserves the pain and the bullet in his weapon, because of the monster she is, tearing into possessed bodies with little care for the vessel. Always desperate for her fix.

Moonlight blooms over her figure as she crawls into the window's view, the dark spills on her mouth, throat and chest shine with an oddly divine gleam, dress soaked and clinging to the fat that make up the curves of her frame, gruesome yet so so beautiful. A breeze teases at her skin, goosebumps pebbling along the flesh... It carries the mouthwatering stench of demonic essence and something musky yet floral, right to Sam's senses.

The gun drops to the floor with a clatter. Hazel gives way to expanding pupils, and he's descending upon her before she can yelp.

I can't help myself...

Licking up the length of her soft neck, replacing black substance with saliva, Sam shivers with a low groan, a once familiar surge shooting through him at the taste. She goes limp in his grip, head tilting back with a whimper. Submitting. Fawning. He cups her head with a shaky hand, pulling her back up into his sight.

I need more...

He ducks down, licking into her bloodied maw, tasting what's left pooling amongst her teeth, tongue and gums. Her own tongue meets his tentatively, bashful and reeling from the sudden passion from this stranger.

I'm sorry Dean, I can't stop...

Forehead to forehead, Sam pulls away and stares down into her vulnerable gaze all while his heart pounds in his ears, breath unsteady as further craving settles into his stomach, dark smudges of demon blood a mess over his lips. There's nothing spoken but the words in their eyes are loud enough:

You too?

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𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔞 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔦𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔨𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬'𝔩𝔩 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 🖤

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[tombstonekush]

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𝕾𝖒𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕬 𝕿𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖂𝖊 𝖂𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊

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Introduction

Hello friends, you may call me Hel (Helen/Helena) and I'm hoping I can get into writing again, as I used to have a fanfic account on here a few years back.

If you'd wish to ask questions/gush over mutual interests, or even request something, send an ask to my main account! (Please be patient with me and read the rules there too.)

About Blog

So this is my second blog where I will only post my fics/ideas. (Mostly smut (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) Proceed with caution. Further details in rules.)

Check out the tags below to see my posts and writings.

@vampire-inebriation-asylum is my main blog where I am most active.

Rules (I have zero tolerance, I will block you if you're genuinely being an asshole and/or blatantly ignore my rules.)

𖤐 No bigotry whatsoever. No racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, nor fatphobia.

𖤐 Please don't DM me, I have severe anxiety interacting with people through messages due to past incidents.

𖤐 I do not believe in censorship if it isn't necessary. I believe in self moderation. Please block a corresponding tag, or block me if you find my posts unsavory. My blog will contain works involving cannabis, proshipping, horror, ageplay, smut and, on occasion, agere when I'm regressed.

𖤐 Sfw only agere users dni: My blog is not safe for you. While I do age regress and make some agere centered posts, I still have my bad habits.

𖤐 Generative AI is not my friend and it isn't yours either. It's stealing much needed water from people's homes, polluting said water as well as stealing from artists of all medias to train them.

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𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔞 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔦𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔨𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬'𝔩𝔩 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 🖤

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[vampire-inebriation-asylum]

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𝕸𝖞 𝕭𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕴𝖘 𝕸𝖞 𝕬𝖘𝖍𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖞.

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Introduction

Hello friends, you may call me Hel (Helen/Helena), I am Genderfluid and mostly go by they/them pronouns, she/her when I'm really feminine. I'm hoping I can get into writing again, as I used to have a fanfic account on here a few years back.

About Blog

Welcome to my main blog, where I post essentially everything (Mostly smut (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) Proceed with caution. Further details in rules.)

Check out the tags below to see my posts and writings.

@tombstonekush is my second blog where I will only post my fics/ideas.

Rules (zero tolerance)

𖤐 No bigotry whatsoever. No racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, nor fatphobia.

𖤐 Please don't DM me, I have severe anxiety interacting with people through messages due to past incidents. (The only exception for you to DM me is if I accidentally reblog something that's AI, stolen, or made by a genuinely problematic person.)

𖤐 I do not believe in censorship if it isn't necessary. I believe in self moderation. Please block a corresponding tag, or block me if you find my posts unsavory. My blog will contain posts involving cannabis, proshipping, horror, ageplay, smut and on occasion, agere when I'm regressed.

𖤐 Sfw only agere users dni: My blog is not safe for you, while I do age regress and make some agere centered posts, I still have my bad habits.

𖤐 Generative AI is not my friend and it isn't yours either. It's stealing much needed water from people's homes, polluting said water as well as stealing from artists of all medias to train them. As stated above; If I accidentally reblog something that is AI generated, please lemme know so I can delete it and block that user.

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𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔞 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔦𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔨𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬'𝔩𝔩 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 🖤

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Former Usernames:

mossandskulls, moss-lined-tombstones