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PROMPTS

Hello, I hear some people wanted prompts so here’s a few, plus some links to find others.

  SPACE AU + buttons you’re not supposed to press.

Pushing Daisies AU.

Modern Royalty AU.

Witch AU + Witch dialogue prompts.

Some kind of curse starts spreading throughout a small town revealing people’s true selves. They go there to investigate and Castiel gets real pissed because, duh, he might accidentally be pulled out of his vessel and smite everyone, and Sam starts freaking out because oh my god what if he starts growing horns or something?

Supernatural is Known AU or Super Secret FBI Supernatural agents AU.

Sam’s tattoo fix-it + it’s complicated but i wanna make it work with you + car sex

They get locked in a haunted mansion looking for Jack.

Maybe related to that, “I know that technically you’re his dad, not me, but you weren’t here so yeah I’m helping raise him. I swear to god Castiel I will fight you.”

There’s something in the woods and Lumberjack!Sam calls for his angel friend who he’s definitely not crushing on to help him deal with it.

Castiel’s journey to get Sam out of the Cage.

Sam overpowers Lucifer, kills Michael, and walks out of hell by himself. Castiel is #shook

A deity finds out about Sam and Cas hidden feelings for each other and sets out their followers to kill them (because angel/human relationships are not supposed to happen). Cas and Sam keep saving each other and y’know, not dying, to the deity’s outrage. Inappropriate timed confessions ensue.

It’s been over a thousand years since the Winchesters ascended to Heaven. Castiel visits them because he recently found out there’s been a break-in.

Castiel becomes God. While rearranging Heaven, he attempts to convince Sam to claim his rightful throne in Hell so they both can rule the universe together.

Links:

Dialogue Prompts

More Dialogue Prompts

Tarot prompts

Masterlist of prompt lists of all kinds

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Prompt! Godstiel mindwipes Sam and lies to him, saying Sam is his husband/boyfriend/consort whatever. This serves the dual purpose of keeping Dean in line with Sam as a hostage and also provides Castiel with some company and a sympathetic ear, because ruling the world is a lonely endeavour.

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Prompt! Castiel is cursed to need bodily contact with Sam. He doesn't notice at first as the curse just manifests as a desire to hug Sam or subtly touch him--just small things, but then it slowly escalates like an addiction until Cas is in physical pain when he's not touching Sam.

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Prompt! Castiel doesn't lose his grace in 8.23 and Dean asks him for help healing Sam. Against his better wishes Castiel agreed to Dean's request that he not tell Sam about the possession, as Dean fears Sam will refuse. While Castiel is possessing Sam he gets to truly know and understand Sam and falls in love, but will Sam ever forgive Castiel when he finds out what Castiel did?

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[miramei]

When Your Wife Was (Literally) A Demon

And You’re (Kinda, Possibly, Maybe?) A Widower and (Most Certainly) A New Single Father

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Almost all of Jesse Irvine’s current problems can probably be attributed to his wife being a demon. Not the mundane, cheating kind of demon. Jesse means the real, fiendish, makes-your-stomach-feel-ill-and-your-eyes-burn kind of demon. Levy, he realizes now, could have easily wiped him off the face of three existences any time she had wanted in the seven years that they’d been married and the nine that they’d known each other in. Instead, she’d been alarmingly faithful, allergic to cats, and a maker of state-fair winning blueberry jam. She had loved fall hiking trips in Acadia National Park and summer camping at Somes Sound.

Somes Sound is, unfortunately, forever ruined for him after the Incident-Whose-Only-Positive-Result-Was-The-Dissolvement-of-the-Really-Obnoxious-Yacht-Club. He’s finally got his little Adrienne back in his arms after retrieving her from whatever suspicious emergency clinic these very suspicious men in black had swept her off to. He had not seen Levy these past few agonizingly long days. The suspicious men in black think that she had been eaten by a demon in the Unfortunate-Incident-That-Ruined-Old-Mr-Pierson’s-Fishing. Jesse is not inclined to tell them that while a demon had been eaten, it had not, in fact, been Levy.

His sweet six-year-old darling wakes up briefly to whimper out apologies for not listening to mum, and he shushes her quietly. He rearranges her to let her tuck her head against the side of his neck, assures her that she is not delicious, and glares at the suspicious men in black, who have moved on from talking about wife-eating-demons and are now talking about--

“New York City,” Jesse says flatly. “You want us to move to New York City.”

Jesse Irvine’s demon wife induced problems are these: he can no longer think of Somes Sound without seeing pretentiously-dressed yacht owners be washed to shore amid roiling waves, his daughter had been temporarily kidnapped by non-medical personnel for medical treatment, and he was now being forced to move to New York City.

Most importantly, though, Jess Irvine is now a widower (probably) and a single father (definitely), and he honestly has no idea what to do.

(He distinctly feels, however, that moving to New York City is not the answer to his problems.)

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(He’s right.)

[miramei]

Happy Accidents (Supposedly)

It is two weeks into Jared’s third year, and he has already successfully turned the cauldron he and Astrid share for Potions into a model volcano. It is, of course, not supposed to be a model volcano. It is supposed to be a Girding Potion.

“Maybe those were the wrong seahorses,” Jared says, sounding astonished even to his own ears as he eyes the fiery marvel in front of him. Belatedly he realizes that it couldn’t possibly have been the wrong seahorses--Astrid had sent him back to the cupboard twice to exchange ingredients before they had even started. Must have been the stirring then. Or the heat. Or both--those were tricky parts. He turns his eyes away from the still-going model volcano to tell this to Astrid.

Considering that it’s this early in the term and the entire class is looking at their disaster, it’s predictable that Astrid looks ready to throw him into a real volcano. Given the way that she’s clutching her wand, knuckles pressed firmly against the tabletop, she might also be contemplating practicing the shrinking charm so that she can throw him into the model volcano. Whichever was easier.

She does not shrink him, and she does not hex him into next week. Instead, she sucks in an audible breath through her teeth, killing their model volcano with a wave of her wand and a murmur of “Glacius.” It’s a new charm that they’d just started working on last week, so what is conjured is more cold slush than ice, and Astrid’s face pinches up like she had come across an earthworm flavored Bertie Bott’s bean.

“Would it hurt you, Upton,” she says, looking pained, “to at least look a little bit sorry?”

“I think I’d be more sorry if our cauldron had just started emitting orange and green smoke like Ledi’s table over there,” Jared says pleasantly, nodding to the classmates in question. They scramble to salvage their cauldron before the overcooked concoction in it can explode. “I think what we had qualified more as a happy accident.”

"You are going to cost us points,” she hisses, and she’s right. Slughorn deducts 5 points from Ravenclaw for the two of them and their volcano disrupting class, but it’s significantly less than the ten each from Ledi’s table after their cauldron finally does the inevitable and explodes in a shower of green sparks and some suspicious orange sponge substance. Jared thanks the sputtering mess that was once the model volcano and before that, Astrid’s cauldron.

“We’re going to have to stay after to redo the potion that was assigned as review,” she sighs, and she’s right. They’re told to stay after class next Tuesday so that they can make a proper Girding Potion like they had been taught at the end of Second Year. Jared looks vaguely sorry at this, because it messes up his plans to push off his History of Magic homework to the last possible moment.

“You need to stop threatening my grades so early in the term!” Astrid laments after they’re let out and moving on to Charms.

“Half the class has to stay after next Tuesday to redo it, so your marks are going to be fine,” Jared says reasonably. Astrid does not share his sentiments, though, and even though her Freezing Charm doesn’t successfully turn out ice, she still looks far too smug when her spell misses the bowl of water that Flitwick has them practicing on and Jared ends up dripping and cold.

[whimsyfrolics]

Sketch? owo

Sketching: I’ll write your character drawing mine or vice versa.

“That’s a stick figure,” Kirin says, struggling to keep a straight face as Riley proudly presents his hour’s worth of work.

Riley huffs and taps his pencil against the page. “Excuse me,” he retorts, “but clearly there is more than one stick figure.” True to his word, there were several stick people, a stick dog, and a questionable blob with wings in the upper corner of the page.

Kane yawns and slaps another paint-covered paw on a sheet that’s already set to bursting with colorful pawprints—it appeared that the Umbreon and his Mienfoo art partner had much more artistic leanings than Riley ever would. The young man feigns a look of irritation at his fox-like partner’s lack of enthusiasm.

“But stick figures are boring,” Kirin protests, putting emphasis on the plural and still trying to keep a straight face.

“Too bad the models kept moving,” Riley defends.

She counters. “Like that has anything to do with churning out stick figures.”

Riley sticks his tongue out, flipping the sketchbook so it faces him once more, hastily scribbling. When finished, he tosses aside the pencil and flourishes the edited piece. “There!” he announces.

Kirin bursts into laughter.

A handful of bulky box figures wave stiffly from the page.

[[Yeah nope Riley cannot draw.]]