#a court of supernatural

[writingsofwesteros]

* Angel/ Demon - Targaryens

* Werewolves - Starks

* Siren/Mermaid - Velaryons

* Incubus/Succubus - Martells

* Orcs - Baratheons

* Witch/Sorcerer- Hightowers

*Faeries - Tyrells

*Vampires - ???

I can’t see that any other way. That’s literally what they all are. I don’t know what the Lannisters would be or who would be vampires?

Such a good shout for the Velaryons !!

I feel like Lannisters fit Vampires ?? they are petty, greedy and beautiful.

[bloodfreakcastiel]

[castielsprostate]

season 17 of supernatural and they're celebrating sam's birthday!!!! dean and cas tried to bake sam a cake that looks like him.... it went horribly wrong so they got a back-up sheetcake. jack got sam soooo many gifts like socks and underwear and 75 tonnes of canned "vegan" beans. eileen got him a book he mentioned he wanted to read (the book is haunted), rowena got him a starter witch kit with a how-to wiki article on how to turn someone into vermin, crowley got him a stanford gift card with "leave and go back" scraggly written on it.

anyway dean dies because the original cake exploded (castiel put C4 in it), jack and eileen are sucked into the haunted book, rowena turns crowley into a mouse because he called her dress fugly and gets bit and also turns into a mouse and castiel blue screens.

sam has the best night of sleep ever and couldn't have wished to spend it with anyone else than his family

[spooksier]

realizing ive been thirst-posting about an olympian who’s uncle i literally went on a tour through the lourve with three days ago . dear god. he knows my mom.

[itsallpoliticsstupid]

Isn't that how dictatorships start?

Slightly concerning news from America that the Supreme Court have ruled former presidents are entitled to absolute immunity from prosecution for official acts whilst taken in office, but have no immunity for unofficial acts.

Meaning the federal election interference case against Donald Trump will return to lower court which will then decide on how to apply this ruling.

The moment the judiciary are giving former, or current presidents, absolute immunity from prosecution is the moment the country is slipping dangerously into dictatorship territory. And makes a mockery of the checks and balances within the US.

Maybe @mishacollins was right in his tweet?

[pippintheauroch]

[blorbo-court]

Submitted by Anon

[worstversionofme]

After spending so much time watching dimension 20 I seriously don’t think I’ll ever be able to tolerate regular tv. My little gay heart has never seen this kind of queer representation in tv and it is nourishing my soul. And queerness is never the butt of any joke and the characters experiencing and figuring out their sexualities isn’t always sad and dramatic.

I have never related to something so much. This silly show of just a bunch of cool actor friends playing D&D has probably changed my life: I feel like I know who I am better now???

I am eternally grateful to Brennan Lee Mulligan and literally every person involved in Dimension 20 for giving us this show and this outlet to figure ourselves out. Also gonna be eternally annoyed with Dimension 20 every time I have to watch a straight romcom - give me gay wizards and fairies and candy people any day

[lanitalay]

Supernatural

Azriel Supernatural AU x reader

Summary: In which you encounter a couple of hunters during a case. 

A/N: I've been rewatching supernatural and i just love it. This is based on the early seasons. Hopefully the ACOTAR and Supernatural fandoms overlap.

Warnings: mentions of blood and death, nothing descriptive.

wordcount: 1.7k

Masterlist

“It’s totally vampires, Az. Remember that nest we took out in Idaho? They did the same thing with their victims.” Azriel bites his lip recalling that hunt, it was in the top ten worst moments of his life. “I know you’re right but those things give me the creeps. The way their fangs just-” he gags thinking about the extra set of teeth. 

“You big baby, it's just teeth. What gets me is the decapitation. Ghosts are easy. Salt. Fire. But these suckers are a nasty job.” You look over your notes before asking “do you think Cass and Rhys could give us a hand? I think we’ll be outnumbered.” 

He shakes his head “we could call but last time we talked they were up to their necks on a vengeful spirit case. Get this, the bones are scattered in different places because the deceased couldn’t decide where to be buried.” You chuckle. “Those two always get caught up in something like that. What about Mor? Or Amren? I’ll call them just in case.” 

Two phone calls later and no back up to show for it. “That was a bust.” Azriel nudges your arm. “Hey, we can do this. We can figure out a way to take them out one at a time.” You sigh and lean your head against the window. Watching as endless fields blur into one another. “You’re right, wake me up when we get there will you?” Before he can say yes you’ve dozed off. 

The road to Texas was long and lonely for Azriel. You slept the whole way and he was forced to keep himself company with mindless humming and singing lyrics from songs he probably misremembers. You’re usually the dj, but he knows if he messes with your tapes he’s in deep shit. You arrive at the usual dingy motel at around midnight. 

“Hey, sleepy head, we’re here.” Az is careful not to startle you, slightly shaking your arm with a scarred hand to rouse you from sleep without setting off your hunter instincts. “I’m awake.” You mumble but don’t move to get out of the truck. “I’ll go get us a room, while you wake up.” A hum is the only response he gets. 

When he returns he sees you unloading the truck with a pep in your step. “We’re in 9.” Once you’ve settled in, it dawns on you that you took a six hour nap on the ride here. There’s no way you’ll be able to fall asleep now. “Az, you want something to eat?” He yawns “no thanks, I’m going to turn in for the night.” 

“Well I’m not tired. I’ll grab a bite at that bar across the street and come back.” You put on your jacket and make the short walk to the hole in the wall establishment that always seems to accompany the motels you frequent. “One beer and a burger, please.” It 's quiet. You assume that it’s because it’s Tuesday. Until you overhear the conversation from two guys at the bar. “Six people went missing and all of them were last seen here, Sammy, something’s up.” 

“I know, Dean, but we’ve been here a week and no one can point us in the right direction. Maybe they left.” Hunters, and by the sounds of it, they are on the same case.  The bartender sets a pint in front of you, when it’s in your hand you walk over. “Are you two looking for a vampire nest?” They seem to have a language of their own, exchanging a few glances before the one with blondish hair says “depends, who’s asking?”

“Y/n, my partner and I just got into town after hearing about six disappearances. Looks like you two got a head start.” You sit with them in a shadowy corner of the bar as they tell you about the roadblocks they’ve encountered. “Most of them came here without telling anybody they knew, they weren’t regulars.” The taller one with brown hair finishes. 

“So they were lured.” They nod. “It’s been quiet since we got here.” You finish the burger and wipe your fingers with the thinnest napkin you’ve ever seen. “They got six people in two weeks, that’s enough blood to keep a nest alive for a month.” But something’s off and you can tell they feel it too. “What were your names again?” 

“I’m Sam.” “I’m Dean.” No way.

 “Winchester?” They nod. 

“That’s crazy! I knew your father! It’s sort of how I got started in all of this actually-” you stop yourself, John is dead now and these were his sons “I’m sorry for your loss, he helped a lot of people.” Az is going to freak when you tell him. Dean swigs his beer and says “yeah well, that’s what happens when you make deals with devils.” 

It’s tense for a bit while you finish your beer “well, if you don’t mind it, my partner and I could help on the case. Four machetes are better than two. We’re staying right across the street. Room 9. See ya, boys.” 

The next morning you tell Azriel about your encounter. “I’m telling you Az, they seem nice enough. If we team up it will be safer.” He’s unsure, always wary of strangers. “I don’t know, y/n-” just then, a knock at the door. You check the peephole before opening it. “Hi guys, this is my partner Azriel. Az, this is Sam and that's Dean.” The brothers brought coffee, by the looks of it it’s from the prehistoric machine in the lobby. “We talked about it and we agreed, working together will speed things along.” 

“Az?” He sighs. “Fine.” 

“He’s chipper,” Dean quips. “He’s not a morning person,” you quickly defend. You were the only one allowed to comment on his crankiness. 

After a day of following dead ends, you sit with Dean at the same bar. Sam and Az are still trying to find something in the archives. “So what’s the deal with you and your partner?” 

“Why? Are you interested?” He chuckles. “Just curious, your room had two beds. Are you two not involved?” Maybe it was the whisky, but you said “not romantically.” 

“So he won’t be upset if I buy you another drink with the intention of getting in your pants?” You roll your eyes. “Your reputation precedes you, Winchester.” 

“My reputation as a hunter or a ladies’ man?”

“Your reputation as a shameless flirt.” He leans closer to you “is it working?” You laugh and push him off. “No.” 

“So there is something between you and Azriel. I bet he’s clueless. I’ve seen it time and again.” You keep nursing your glass. “I wouldn’t say he’s clueless. But you know how this job is. One second you’re here and the next… I think we both agree that it’s better if we don’t cross that line with each other.” 

“But you could cross that line with me.” He winks. “No, Dean. I don’t think I could.”

 He straightens away from you and sips his beer. “You said you met my dad?” 

“Oh, yes. It was years ago, I was a freshman in college and a vengeful spirit was wreaking havoc on the campus. John showed up right before the son of a bitch gutted me. After that it was hard to go back to classes, you know?” 

“And how did you meet Azriel?” 

“Az and I met in a bar like this one, he had been hunting with his friends for a while and I hustled them for gas money.” 

“You play pool?” You shake your head and try to keep a straight face as you say “I play fools, Dean.” 

When Azriel and Sam returned, he did not like what he saw. In truth, he was glad to see you were having fun but he hated seeing you having fun with someone else. It's not like he could complain. You both refused to cross that line. Sleeping next to each other every night, on different beds was not the whirlwind romance he wanted to give you. It wasn’t the life you deserved. But he stuck by your side because everytime he wanted to slow down, to stop, maybe go back to school, you refused. “There are monsters, Az and we save people. I can’t go back to sitting in a classroom only to end up working in an office.” He wanted domesticity. He wanted a routine. He wanted a lawn to mow and to barbecue on weekends. But more than that he wanted you. 

“She’s a keeper, Az.” Dean joked as you sunk the last ball in the socket. Azriel clenched his jaw, not liking the familiarity with which Dean nudged your shoulder. It had only been a day since you met and you were acting like you’d known each other for years. 

“You don’t have to sleep here if you don’t want to.” Your face scrunches in confusion at his tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“I’m sure you'd rather be with Dean right now.” 

“Azriel, don't be like that.” He shrugs “just saying, you two were making eyes at each other all day.” 

“We were not.” He doesn’t say anything else but there’s a tension that lingers. “I hate when you do this.” 

“I’m not doing anything.” 

“You’re picking a fight. You know I would never be with anyone else.” 

“You could.” 

“I don’t want to.” 

“Y/n-”

“I know Az, “the life’s too dangerous,” “we’d be more vulnerable,” “it just gives the bad guys ammunition.” I know the whole song and dance of why we can’t… I get it. But it makes me feel stupid when I could be out with someone who actually shows interest in me but I stay with you.” 

“I’m not holding you hostage, you can go if you want.” 

“You’re an idiot.” With a huff you storm out of the room. Not entirely sure where you’re going, you wander around the motel grounds for a while. Knocking on Dean’s door was an option, but you wanted to be alone. He was infuriating. Azriel knows which buttons to push and when. He does this every so often, picks a fight to create iciness between you. It makes temptation easier if you’re too mad at each other to give in, you suppose. 

It's past midnight, and the lights in room 9 are off. In your haste you forgot a key. You go to the lobby and are surprised to see an attendant. “Hi, I locked myself out of my room and my partner is asleep. Do you have a spare key by any chance?” 

“Of course, name and room number?” 

A click sounds from behind and you turn to see a man, turning the Open sign to Closed.  His neck is covered in scruff and bite marks. You look back at the attendant. The ledger, that weighs at least ten pounds, slams across your face. 

You wake up tied up and breathless in a windowless room. Six bloodied bodies surrounding you.

[spnintheyearofourlord]

Thinking about Sam and how central autonomy and violation is to his character. How many times and ways he had his choice taken away throughout the series. All the things we don’t know about his time with Lucifer, but are also so heavily implied that we do.

Imagining he eventually gets out of The Life and becomes a victim’s advocate. He ultimately decides not to try and pursue law school at this stage in his life—it’s been so long and so much has changed—but finishes his bachelor’s and pursues a master’s in social work. He never expected to end up here: the boy with the demon blood, no longer living out some doomed and twisted fate, helping people. He’s passionate about representing those made most vulnerable and unsafe in their own skin, supporting others as they come out the other side survivors, lending the compassion he’s always struggled to have for himself. Every time he listens to someone else’s story, helps connect them to resources, advocates for their case, he heals a little bit too.

[writingsofwesteros]

dracula's wives from van helsing would be a good fit for some house!!!!

!!!!!!!!!

ooh...this is so true...

Either the Baratheon sisters ...or a lady from each belonging to Dracula...who would have to be Tywin if Lannisters are vampires...oopsie

[wearamaskcoward]

[crying-frog-writes]

Another AU that lives rent free in my head: AFTG x Supernatural. Why? Because I can that's why. Should I ever find the time I want to write this because the POTENTIAL

Like seriously, Andrew Minyard as a monster hunter?

Aaron desperately trying to escape the life, to build his own with Katelyn free of monsters only for it to fall apart?

David Wymack as Bobby Singer?

Neil Josten being something Andrew Minyard is supposed to kill--- Has SWORN to kill, and yet?

I'm just thinking about it.

[horrorshow]

Dean, it's Valentine's day. Your favorite holiday, remember?

[queenrose13111]

Anyone looking for a new rp partner? I’m 25 so I would prefer someone 21+. I can do OCxOc or I have a plethora of fandoms that I could write in. I list a few below. I typically write MxM but I don’t mind branching out or doubling. Shoot me a dm if you’re interested.

1.) ACOTAR

2.) Supernatural

3.) Bridgerton

4.) Harry Potter

5.) Kpop (many different groups just ask)

6.) dramas (I again have a long list.)

Not my art, credit to the person that made it. They’re very talented!!

[prythian-rp]

✵ 𝐏𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐍: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 ✵

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Honouring all fans of fantasy, Sarah J. Maas and her series “A Court of Thorns and Roses” comes a new era of Prythian. 100 years after the books, whispers from beneath the shadows and mist, it has been revealed that deep in the tunnels of old, built by the priestesses of old, lies a city that is like no other. It's clear that this city has been in the works for many, many centuries now, and no one noticed a thing, assuming that the tunnel system that was built and used by the Priestesses were formulated as a way of safe passage to get away unseen and unheard, possibly selling secrets of Prythian to the other faerie lands. However, it appears that their real goal was to form a new city that has been left unchecked, unchallenged and entirely unknown by the rest of Prythian. Very little is known about this strange city, but what is very much clear, according to the spies of the High Lords; it has been in the making for a very, very long time…

Welcome to the world of Prythian Eternal!

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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐒:

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