#two aus

[inubaki]

Trust Exercises

@taradiddled and @bloogers-boogers

Adam gets tired of the ‘Michael comment’ so he calls the ‘communication experts’, a universe away. Two pregnant Adams nuzzling one another, while keeping eyes on the more feral Lucifer. Poor Ada’s Lucifer has to use both demonic hands to hold the other. But look at how their stomachs touch…

starting the next prompt. I actually have some time.. so I’ll post this first page. For fun.

[srpwnation]

Hi chat its dint have anything new, have something from a week ago

Ft my two different roblox account designs, Let's Save Robloxia! and Heretics and Fools,, both are my aus, LSR is a private au tho

[nickelkeep]

Artist AU and immortal AU please! <3

“Seriously, this artist is incredible.” Sam stared at the painting on the wall. “It’s like they’ve been painting forever. I can seetechniques from multiple periods, and they blend them so well together.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “You know this means nothing to me,right? Is Sarah here?”

“Sarah’s father owns the place. She runs it and curated theevent tonight. Of course, she’s here.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Dean pulled at the tiearound his neck, loosening it as much as could get away with in their currentsetting. “Go say ‘Hi,’ flash your hazel eyes and woo her some more.”

Sam pointed discretely. “She’s over there talking with thatguy.”

“Someone making a move on your…” Dean’s jaw dropped when hiseyes fell on the guy speaking with Sarah. “Huh. Sam, do we know him?”

“I don’t think so. But, I don’t think I stand a chance.”

“Sammy.” Dean looked up to his younger brother. “I’m doingthis for me, but I’m also doing this for you. Go get two glasses of champagne,now.”

Sam shook his head in confusion but did as Dean asked. AsSam wandered off, Dean walked over to Sarah. He flashed his thousand-watt smileand cut in. “Pardon the interruption.”

“Dean.” Sarah looked around, clearly not interested in theolder Winchester. “I didn’t know you came to these events.”

“I can appreciate art. Sam isn’t the only one with brains.”

“Of course. Dean, this is the artist of the evening, CastielNovak. Castiel, this is Dean Winchester. He’s…” Sarah paused as she thought ofthe right words to describe Dean.

“The older brother to the man she’s interested in.” Deanoffered, extending his hand. “A pleasure to meet you.”

Castiel took his hand cautiously and shook it. “The pleasureis mine.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “I was trying to find something niceto say. Speaking of Sam, do you know where I can find him?”

“We split up to look for you.” Dean turned and winked atCastiel. “Guess I was the lucky one to find you first.”

“How does he put up with you?” Sarah turned to the artistand smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I do need tofind Sam, and I shouldn’t monopolize your attention for the whole evening.” Sheturned and walked away.

“So, Dean, enjoying your evening?” Castiel asked. “Sarahwasn’t completely incorrect in stating that this doesn’t appear to be yourscene.”

“I’m enjoying the scene in front of me.”

Castiel smirked. “Did you honestly think that would work?”

“Honestly? No. Hopeful? Maybe.” Dean rubbed the back of hisneck. “What would work?”

Castiel pointed and wagged his finger at Dean. “That’s thebetter question. Walk with me?” He turned and started walking down thecorridor. “Playing wingman for your brother?”

“I would be lying if I said that wasn’t a part of it. However,I don’t just talk to anyone.”

“So what makes me not just anyone?” Castiel looked over, a solemnexpression in his eyes.

“Besides you being insanely attractive?” Dean stared intothe bluest eyes he had ever seen. “Promise not to laugh?”

“I would never laugh at you, Dean.”

“Cas, I feel like I already know you. Like I’ve known youforever. But I know I just met you. Before I walked over, I asked Sam if weknew you and he had no clue who you are. And he’s an Art History major.”

Castiel looked at the floor and smiled. “Do you believe in pastlives? Or Reincarnation?”

“You promised not to laugh dude. Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not making fun of you, or laughing. I’m smiling. Youcalled me ‘Cas.’” He stopped in front of a painting. “Only you ever called me ‘Cas.’”

“Only me? What are you talking…” Dean looked up at thepainting. He sucked in a deep breath out of shock. “Is that, me?”

“I’ve missed you so much, Dean. I’d almost given up hope onfinding you again.” Castiel’s eyes flashed blue as he touched two fingers toDean’s forehead. “Remember.”

On Ao3

[nickelkeep]

Author & Historical Destiel, please <3 <3 <3 ?

Anteros - On Ao3

To say that Dean was nervous was an understatement. He had triple checked his satchel and had all his notebooks and writing implements. Meg had kept her word, and gotten him an appointment with Castiel Novak, the foremost expert on Greek Mythology.

It seemed almost like fate. He met Meg at one of Round Table gatherings, and the duo was instantly inseparable. Despite how close they had become to each other, it still surprised him how fast she had gotten him the meeting. Dean had been trying for the better part of a year to arrange an interview, and the delays had hindered his book progress. All he had done was mention the part of the book he was stuck on, and when she determined she was unable to help, she got him the meeting with Novak.

That was how Dean found himself standing outside the Classics building at Stanford University, on the other side of the country. He headed up the stairs and entered the building, stopping at the information desk. He smiled at the receptionist. “Sorry to bother ma’am. I have an appointment with Professor Novak?”

She pointed over her right shoulder. “Up the stairs to the fourth floor, right corridor, office number 401.”

Dean nodded. “Thank you.” He headed up the staircase she had pointed to, taking two steps at a time. He was far from out of shape, but four flights of stairs was still a lot to climb. As he reached the fourth floor, he pulled out his pocket watch to check the time. He was thankfully early and took the spare time to sit in one of the chairs outside the office to catch his breath. Meg had warned him that Novak was a stickler for appearances, and he didn’t want to disappoint.

A few minutes later, a tall gentleman with messy brown locks walked up the stairs. Dean’s eyes met his, and he instantly lost himself in the bluest eyes he had ever seen. His breath hitched in his throat, and he was distracted enough that the man had to repeat himself.

“Mr. Winchester, I presume?” The man smirked and offered his hand. “Castiel Novak.”

Dean stood up and took his hand. “Yes, sorry. I’m Dean, Dean Winchester. I appreciate you meeting with me today.” He stopped to appreciate the professor’s eyes again. “I’m so sorry. Is this the first time we’ve met? Have we met before?”

“It’s always possible.” Castiel smiled as he let go of Dean’s hand and gestured down the hallway. The professor’s other hand hovered at the small of Dean’s back, causing a warm feeling to build within him. “It’s amusing. I haven’t heard from Megara in ages, she calls me completely out of the blue, and tells me there’s this fantastic author I must meet because he is dire need of assistance from an expert on Greek Mythology.”

“Meg? Said I’m fantastic?” He smiled fondly. “I’m surprised the She-devil said anything nice about me. Are we talking about the same woman?” Dean gestured with his hands. “Yea high, brunette, quite voluptuous?”

“As I said, it’s been ages. But that sounds about right.” Castiel opened the door to his office and stepped back to let the taller man enter. “Take a seat. And tell me, what has you seeking out more information about the classics?”

Dean walked past the other man into the office. The feeling of déjà vu grew stronger while his attraction to Castiel built even stronger. “I’m working on a novel about the Erotes.” He answered as he sat down, discreetly covering his lap with his satchel and pulling at his wrist. “There’s plenty of work to find on just Eros, but we know of at least six others, and I can’t seem to find anything on them.”

“Not many people know about the Erotes.” Castiel’s head tilted and smiled curiously at Dean. “What do you know of them?”

Dean felt the heat of a blush rise up his cheeks. “There are 7 of them at the god level. Anteros, Eros, Hedylogos, Hermaphroditus, Himeros, Hymenaeus, and Pothos. They have their own followers, but they are a retinue of Aphrodite’s.” He swallowed, unsure of why he was embarrassed by his knowledge. “They’re often attributed to homosexual desires, hence why most people don’t know of them. Outside of Eros.”

Castiel had leaned forward on his desk while listening. “Sounds like you’ve done your research. Why come to me?”

“Your research was the only research I found.”

“So how did you know of them to research them, let alone write about them?”

“I had a dream. I was told to find Anteros.” Dean bit his bottom lip and looked down at the desk. “I honestly thought it was a place, so I tried to search for it on a map. Then I ran across a book of mythology. One of yours.” He lifted his head back up, his green eyes instantly finding the blue ones across the desk. “I don’t even know how I found it, or what possessed me to read it. And now you probably think I’m crazy.” Dean stood up from his chair, making sure that his bag was in front of him. “I’m sorry to have bothered you, Professor Novak.”

Castiel shot out of his chair and blocked Dean’s departure. “This hasn’t been a bother at all, Dean. I promise you.”

“Don’t try and humor me Cas. Even I know how that sounds.”

“Can I ask you something, and if I’m wrong, I’ll move?” Castiel reached down and took one of Dean’s hands into his own. “Since you’ve met me, has something felt…” he paused, staring deep into Dean’s eyes as he tried to figure out his next words, “familiar? Like you’ve come home after a long time away?”

Dean could only nod.

Castiel’s traced his hand up Dean’s other arm. “Say my name? Please?”

“Cas.” Dean saw the tears build up in the other man’s eyes. “Cas? What’s wrong?”

“I thought each time would hurt less.” Castiel cupped his hand softly on Dean’s cheek. “26 years this time?”

“What do you mean?”

“Remind me to send Megara a fruit basket?” Castiel leaned forward and softly kissed Dean on the lips. “Remember.”

[eclipse-ofthe-sun]

i want to draw hw raviolink but i have no ideas

[sickarts]

Ghost rider Zayn and mermaid Harry

[the-descentale-fanblog-blog]

DESCENTALE AU WHERE...

EMILY is a monster and Asgore ais a human!! aA roleswape!

Emily is queen of monsters and Asgore is just a normal human magician and maybe he falls into the underground like Frisk?? He lost his two kids and when he comes to the underground he learns Pat is sick so he’s on a quest to find a cure to go home and Emily comes with him and then they fall for each other??

Or or or one where Asgore does leave the Underground and meets Emily but she figures out he’s a big teddy bear so she tries helping him and hides him from other humans and stuff??