#fishing decoy

[jackpinebarrens]

[pwlanier]

VINTAGE AMERICAN CARVED AND PAINTED WOOD ICE FISHING DECOYS, LOT OF TWO, including a pike / muskie, and sturgeon example with sheet-metal tag embossed "30 WI STURGEON 4789", each with leaded weights. Old working surfaces. 20th century.

VINTAGE AMERICAN CARVED AND PAINTED WOOD ICE FISHING DECOYS, LOT OF EIGHT, including catfish example stamped to the underside ". Old working surfaces. Together with a creel basket and painted ice fishing rod, ten pieces total. 20th century.

Jeffrey Evans

[vaynglories]

the amount of times i've come across art of some ethereally beautiful anime boy in the wild, looked up the character name, and found out that they're actually from that one mobile game where everyone looks like something out of coraline

[shadyufo]

how do you find stuff in your creek?

Hi Anon!

I just walk around and keep my eyes peeled for neat stuff! It's a pretty big creek and there are lots of large gravel bars all along it.

This creek runs across the back edge of my property and my neighbor beside me is very nice and she's fine with me exploring over on her part too so I've got about half a mile of creek I can hike around.

It usually floods pretty frequently (not uncommon for it to get up high enough where water would be over top of the Jeep in the above photo) so that always shifts the gravel bars around and uncovers new stuff to find. Here's a few in situ finds so you can see what they look like when I find them—some old tumbled bits of glass and pottery, a cow tooth, and a deer cannon bone.

I'll sift around in the gravel sometimes if I find one spot with a lot of stuff but usually I just pick up what I find on the surface.

You never know what will turn up down there! Tumbled glass and pottery, animal bones, fossils, tools, toys, farm stuff, fishing gear, found a big owl decoy one time, and I picked up a nice baseball bat the other day—just all sorts of random odds and ends wash in!

This little partial porcelain skull is still one of my all time favorite finds.

Sorry for the long post but I adore this creek and am always glad for a chance to ramble about it haha. Thanks for the message, Anon! <3

[i-give-you-a-fish]

i would like to request your least edible fish

The only objectively correct answer is the Devil’s Hole Pupfish. Even if they look like gummy bears covered in sugar

These critically endangered little guys live only in one place that just so happens to be a National Monument. It’s under government protection as well as fenced off, constantly surveilled, and with decoy locations to throw off the scent.

So in the off-chance you do get to pop one of these suckers in your mouth… yeah, your days will be numbered.

But seriously, skim through the Conservation section of the wiki page this shit wild

You get a Devil’s Hole Pupfish

Cyprinodon diabolis

[mariacallous]

I’m not even sure whether I can taste pure Old Bay anymore, because the condiment is infused with so many memories of home. I grew up sprinkling it on everything—blue crabs, sure, but also watermelon, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese—and I can shuffle through decades of pictures from family reunions, county fairs, church picnics, and back porches where the iconic yellow, red, and blue tins keep popping up like someone’s second cousin, not quite front and center yet always in the frame.

If you’re new to Old Bay, get a tin and shake the contents liberally on popcorn or potato chips—a starter dish, from which you can and should expand. You’ll soon find that you can add the condiment to almost anything. One of my favorite dishes that uses Old Bay as an essential ingredient comes via an old family friend. Keith Davis is a Jack-of-all-trades: a fantastic general contractor, but also a church usher, a builder of wheelchair ramps, a Santa Claus when seasonally necessary, and, lately, a food-truck entrepreneur, grilling burgers and deep-frying funnel cakes for every community event and private party in the area. He goes by Mr. Keith; his food truck is known as Fat Boy’s Fixins, named in honor of the man who taught him to grill and whose Santa suit he inherited.

Of all the things Davis serves up, he might be best known for his crab soup, which he makes in ten-gallon batches and lets the local Ruritan Club sell by the pint every fall at the Waterfowl Festival, when somewhere between fourteen thousand and twenty thousand people descend on the Eastern Shore to see the work of hundreds of decoy carvers and local artists, listen to waterfowl-calling contests, and watch demonstrations of dock dogs, raptors, and fly-fishing. Davis is there every year, gossiping with his fellow-volunteers, talking with out-of-towners, and tossing hunks of crab meat into stew pots. Normally you’d have to shell out eight dollars for even just a cup, but here, exclusively for newsletter readers, free of charge, is the best crab soup you’ll ever taste, a shockingly easy, practically pre-made recipe for trying out America’s greatest condiment: Old Bay.

Mr. Keith’s Crab Soup

1 lb. crab meat (claw meat best) 64-Oz. bottle of Spicy V8 14.5 Oz. chicken broth 32 Oz. water 1 lb. mixed vegetables 1 Tbsp. Montreal Steak seasoning 1 Tbsp. Old Bay

Mix the V8, chicken broth, and water in a pot. Start heating the mixture, then add the vegetables, then the crab meat, and finally the spices. Cook on medium heat until the vegetables start to soften, stirring occasionally “so it doesn’t stick and burn on the bottom of the pot.”

[island-in-the-shadows]

My Hannibal and Will Adopted Oliver AU HCs

Because the Thomas Harris books have a different timeline than NBC Hannibal I'm gonna make the executive decision to split the baby. TWOTL happens +- in 1990.

Because it happens in 1990 it allows Hannibal and Will more anonymity because it precedes the online boom and fucking no one had a smart phone. And since they have more anonymity they are more fluid in where they go.

They're in Northern England in 1992 when they see these awful people who are also shit to their kids. One of those kids is a young, quiet boy who (like Matilda) gets books out of the library that are more advance than his age level. Hannibal in particular is parentally enamoured with the little boy and, in a way, reminds him of both Will and Mischa (though in different ways).

As happens to people who are unspeakably rude, the horrible parents...go missing. And Hannibal and Will adopt the little 5yo boy named Oliver. They do not involve him in their diet at this time. They also move to a different country.

Because god help us the shit environment for LGBTQIA+ people in the 90s was worse, only Will is listed as Oliver's parent when they enroll him in a school in New Zealand. They both think it's more believable because Will and Oliver both have pretty blue eyes and brown hair and have a similar demeanour.

Hannibal absolutely dotes on Oliver. Because he wants to give him a choice when he's older, he doesn't feed Oliver long pig in his childhood. He does, however, still cook the most insane Michelin star versions of childhood classics (because at first its all Oliver will eat) and eventually gets him to eat better.

Will teaches Oliver to fish. Like Will, Oliver is particularly good at knowing how to lure. He does tend to be impatient however.

Hannibal teaches Oliver how to play the piano, appreciate classical music & opera, and how to speak Italian (I think Hannibal can still be scarred about things re: his homeland so Oliver would know some phrases. However, Hannibal is half Italian and def has better memories of Italy, so...).

They keep him in school (in various countries) until he's 14 because by that time they know other kids find him off putting and that Oliver doesn't really like being there. It makes more sense for Hannibal to homeschool him.

Especially because around his teens, Oliver learns what his adopted fathers are doing. He doesn't actively participate but he knows. At around 16/17 he does help them lure sometimes and they teach him how to deal with the meat.

It's also clear to them from when Oliver is a child but more so as a teen that he's kind of like Will. Will can assume other POVs and Oliver always knows what other people want. It can make him a bit of a terror sometimes.

Oliver decides he wants to go to Oxford to get a degree. He has a bit of a guise so that his background is not questioned. They have false papers for him, dress him differently, have him on scholarship--the whole thing. The only thing that doesn't change is his name.

Oliver actually is socially awkward and immediately into Felix at first sight.

He lies about his parents because 1- he knows what Felix wants, and 2- what is he supposed to say? My parents are two queer cannibalistic serial killers? Lol, no.

He does love both his fathers as much as they love him. They keep in contact but, for obvious reasons, the names that pop up in his phone are decoys and never say anything like dad.

Oliver is impressed with Saltburn when he sees it even though, given Hannibal is a wealthy blue blood himself, he has seen his fair share of beautiful and truly expensive homes.

Oliver doesn't say anything but thinks the cooks at Saltburn are shit. He sends Hannibal a message about it though admits the food at Oxford was far worse. He is absolutely spoiled with this.

More on this AU as it develops...

[jackpinebarrens]

[pwlanier]

A GROUP OF TWELVE FISH DECOYS

AMERICAN, 20TH CENTURY

together with a larger metal-fin decoy

the largest 17 in. long; the smallest 6 in. long

Christie’s

[the-blind-assassin-12]

A Little Christmas Magic

A PEDROSTORIES SECRET SANTA GIFT FIC

A/N: Huge thank you to the moderators of @pedrostories for organizing this event again! I had so much fun getting in the holiday spirit while writing this, and I cannot wait to read all of the other festive stories that others have written! This story follows along with the same Frankie/Reader pairing as a few of the other things I've written, but it can also be read as a one shot. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone who sees this!!

Gift Tag: SURPRISE @something-tofightfor - I deceived you with my decoy Joel story, because THIS was what I was actually working on. Sorry for the white lie, but I hope you like what and who I chose (you gave me some REALLY excellent choices in Joel, Frankie, Jack and Oberyn) to write about in the snow. And I hope you have the best, merriest damn Christmas ever. I love you!!

WC: 4,150

Warnings: some brief smut mentions, talking about having divorced/ separated parents

Summary: When Frankie needs a little help making Christmas special for his son, you are more than happy to step in and lend a hand. The again, you're more than happy to do just about anything for him.

As soon as he came through the door, you could tell that something was off. 

All night long, while your home had been filled with friends and family, Frankie’s smile had been constant. You saw it in his eyes and in the way the corners of them folded into crinkles when he laughed. You felt it on his lips when they found your cheek as he passed you in the kitchen. You heard it in his voice when he thanked everyone for coming. It was the first time the two of you had hosted Thanksgiving since you’d started living together, it was his year to have Ollie for the holiday, and Frankie had been undeniably happy.  

But by the time he got home from dropping Ollie back off with Tori, something had changed. What could have happened, though? He’s only been gone for twenty five minutes. 

You knew that Frankie and his ex got along well, so you doubted that they had gotten into an argument. He didn’t seem annoyed or angry. There wasn’t a scowl on his face, he hadn’t thrown his hat. If anything, you realized, he looked almost sad, his mouth downturned slightly, a sort of distance in his eyes that wasn’t there when he left. You watched him lock the door and drop his keys into the bowl on the table beside it from where you stood in the dining room, your heart clenching as you pushed the last chair back into place. Oh, Frankie, what’s wrong? 

“Hey, you.” You crossed your arms loosely and leaned against the arched doorway that separated the living room from the dining room, waiting as he stepped on the heel of one shoe to remove it before doing the same with the other, not bothering with the laces. 

He sighed, the quiet sound a confirmation that something was amiss. But as he straightened up to look at you, there was a small smile on his face. “Hey, Flamingo.” 

You huffed out a breathy laugh, your lips quirked to the side, and pushed away from the doorframe. “You know? I break my ankle one time, two years ago and…” You shook your head and rolled your eyes playfully, Frankie crossing the room to slip his hands around your waist. Yours landed on his chest, the right one sliding up his neck to twine your fingers through the curls behind his ear. “How long are you gonna call me that, hmm, Fish?” 

You already knew what his response would be, but it still sent a rush of warmth through you to hear him say it. “Forever,” he mumbled, leaving a whiskered kiss to the corner of your mouth, his fingers curling in the fabric of your shirt. “Everyone else gone?” 

“Mhmm. Pope, Yovanna, Will, and my sister all cleared out right after you. Benny and Alana just left about five minutes ago. Alana insisted on helping me get the kitchen cleaned, so she put Benny on dish duty and-” 

That earned you a small chuckle and assured you that whatever had changed Frankie’s mood wasn’t something too serious. Good. I still need to know what it is, though. “Oh, I’m sure Benjamin was thrilled about that.” 

One of your earrings had gotten flipped upside down without you noticing, and Frankie reached up to fix it. You closed your eyes and let out a hum at the brush of his thumb over the skin of your earlobe. “He didn’t seem to mind.” With a shrug you opened your eyes, and they were immediately met with his deep brown ones. “And Quinn had just fallen asleep, so they weren’t in a rush to leave because they didn’t want her to wake up as soon as they picked up the car seat. It was actually a really big help.”

“Good.” He gave you a half-smile, leaning in just long enough to press his lips to yours. “I’m glad Miller pulled his weight.” You felt him tighten his grip on your hip before he dropped his hands from your body and turned towards the couch, sinking into it with a groan. 

“Hey...” You tilted your head and nudged his foot with yours, Frankie looking up at you. “What’s wrong?” Frowning, you sat next to him, pulling one leg up and tucking it beneath you. “Is everything okay with Ollie?” 

He nodded, letting out a quiet laugh as his warm, wide palm came to rest on your knee. “Yeah, Ollie’s great.” He adjusted his position on the couch, making himself more comfortable and releasing a few small pops from his spine. “Your cornbread was a real hit with him. He told me again in the car how good it was.” 

You leaned your shoulder into the couch cushions and laughed. “I’m glad he’s a fan.” Watching the little boy’s face light up with glee as he tasted his first bite had been among the highlights of your day. “Looked like he was having fun running around with you and the guys during your football game, too.” Watching Frankie scoop his son up under one arm while Ollie’s tiny hands gripped the ball to run them both into the endzone he’d set up in your backyard had been another. The whole damn day was a highlight. “He was very excited about his touchdown.” 

“He was.” Frankie’s fingers moved lazily over your thigh as he sighed, the remnants of his smile fading. “He had a good day. We all did.” He gave you a light squeeze as he swallowed. “I’m upset because -” He stopped himself, closing his eyes with a quick shake of his head that tossed his curls. “No, upset isn’t the right…” Trailing off, he blinked and resumed the motion of his fingers. “Ollie was with us today, which means he’s with Tori for Christmas.” He rolled his eyes. “And, obviously, I knew that already.”

Nodding, you reached your arm across the backrest of the couch so that you could run your knuckle up and down the curve where his neck met his shoulder. “Right.” Eyebrows pinched together, you tilted your head. “You guys alternate. But you’ll still go over there to see him on Christmas morning for gifts, yeah?” 

You loved how hands on Frankie was when it came to raising Oliver, how much he wanted to be involved in his son’s life, and you were extremely thankful that he had an excellent co-parenting partner in Tori. Given his past - especially the time period just before and after Ollie was born - you knew that the woman could easily make things difficult for Frankie when it came to shared custody. But despite the fact that it was too late for it to matter for their relationship, you also knew that Tori genuinely believed that he had put all of his mistakes and the worst of his demons behind him, and that he was more than capable of being the father that their son deserved. And she’s right. 

But your frown returned when Frankie’s answer to your questions wasn’t what you were expecting it to be. “Not this year.” What? Why? Your expression asked the questions for you, prompting him to continue. “Remember when I told you her parents finally retired? Back in like March, I think?” 

You did, so you nodded. “Yeah, I remember. But what does that have to do with Christmas?” 

“Well, they weren’t sure it was going to happen until it did so they didn’t say anything earlier, but they pulled the trigger on a cabin. Steve’s been talking about it for years. Anyway, it’s officially theirs as of next week, and they decided they wanted to host Christmas there.” 

You didn’t see the problem yet. You knew Frankie was willing to spend as much time as he needed to in the car even for just an hour or so with his kid. “Okay… Where is this cabin?” It must be pretty far if- 

He let out a humorless sound. “Upstate New York.” Your eyes widened, brows jumping at his response. “Yeah. Usually it’s the New Yorkers buyin’ places down here when they retire, but they’re doing the reverse.” 

There it is. You winced. “Oh.” 

Keeping his hand on your knee, he brought the other one up to run it back over his hair as he blew out a breath. “And I’m happy for them, you know? Because I know they’ve wanted that for a long time. And it’s great or Ollie, too, because it means he gets to do new things. Maybe even see snow. I’m sure he’d go nuts for that.” 

Oh he absolutely would. “Of course he would.” What kid doesn’t lose their shit at the first sign of snow? 

“So I’m not upset, because I know he’s gonna have a damn blast. it’s just that… This is the first year I won’t be with him on Christmas. And now he's old enough to remember things, and…” He looked at you, and you could instantly feel the ache in his eyes as it settled in your chest. Oh, Frankie. 

He didn’t want to be absent from Ollie’s first real Christmas memories. Even if it was out of his hands.

“Hey.” You spoke softly, still dragging your knuckle soothingly over the skin above his collar. “I get it.” Unfolding your knee, you repositioned yourself so that both of your legs were draped over his lap, moving your body closer to his. He adjusted by resting one arm over your thighs and the other around your back, never looking away from your face. “You know I grew up with the same every other holiday thing with my parents, yeah?” The huge difference being that my parents ended up hating each other and you two do not. 

Frankie nodded wordlessly, but you explained anyway, wanting to make sure he got your point. 

“I’d do a holiday with one parent on the actual day, and then I’d do it again with the other on a different day. And you know what that taught me?” 

He shook his head. “What did it teach you?” 

“It taught me that calendar dates don’t mean too much. Celebrating Christmas was just as good on the 26th or the 28th or the 30th as it was on the 25th. And some of my favorite holiday memories? They aren’t even from Christmas day. They’re from all the things leading up to it, like decorating the tree and baking cookies. Things you can do-” You lifted your shoulders in a nonchalant shrug, quirking your mouth to the side. “Basically any time from tonight until the end of December, now that the turkey’s had its day.” You reached up to brush a loose strand of his hair behind his ear. “Christmas magic doesn’t have to be a one day thing. We just have to make the most of it the next time Ollie’s with us, that’s all.”  

Frankie stared at you for a few seconds, lips parting as he let out a breath. “We. Us.” He repeated your words, affection slowly changing the sadness in his eyes into something warmer. Yeah, Frankie, you don’t have to do things alone anymore. You have me. Always. “You’re incredible, you know that?” He reached up to encircle your wrist with his fingers, bringing your hand away from his neck and lifting it up to kiss the back of it. His mumbled words and warm breath tickled your skin. “Fucking amazing. You wanna help me make things special for my kid?” Of course I do. 

“I sure do.” You twisted your wrist to free it from his hold, Frankie letting go of you so that you could slide your palms over his cheeks, taking his face between them. “I love you, Francisco Morales. And I happen to be really fond of that kid of yours, too. So we’re gonna brainstorm and come up with some things we can do to make sure that he has some great memories with his Dad, and-” 

He didn’t let you finish that sentence though, surging forward to catch your lips with his, his tongue slipping into your mouth to lick the rest of your words right out of it. Taken by surprise, you gasped into the kiss which only spurred him on more, and in one swift motion he had you on your back, laying you down on the couch and laying his weight on top of you. You still had your hands on his face, but they slid to the back of his neck and head, fingers threading through his hair to pull a groan into your mouth. 

“I love you so goddamn much.” He murmured the words against your lips. “Been thinkin’ about how lucky I am to have you all night.” He nipped at your lower lip, then let his kisses rove behind your ear so that his next words couldn’t be missed. “You know how hard it was to keep my hands to myself while everyone was here?” You felt the tip of his tongue flick out to dampen your skin, and you sucked in a breath at the sensation. “Fucking impossible.” 

He rolled his hips into yours on the last word, and you couldn’t keep a whimper from slipping out at the way the motion stirred heat low in your belly. “You didn’t keep your hands to yourself, Frankie,” you reminded him, though you doubted he needed reminding. One of his hands started moving down your body, his touch trailing towards your waistline. You let out another near-moan at the combination of what he was currently doing, and the memory of what he’d done earlier - when he pulled you into the laundry room, his deft fingers delving down the front of your pants while his mouth silenced any noises you made. Because we’d never hear the end of it if Will or Maddy heard and came to see what was going on. 

“I didn’t,” he agreed, dragging the tip of his nose along your throat to drop a kiss to your pulse point. “But that was just the tip of the iceberg.” He caught you off guard again, the pads of his fingers sliding beneath your underwear and over your slick skin. “Now that we’re alone?” You felt his mischievous grin, felt the gravely rumble of his voice through his chest- and then you felt him plunge two fingers inside you. At that you cried out and he let you, no one left to keep quiet for. “I’m gonna finish what I started earlier.” 

–  –  –  

Two weeks later, you still caught yourself thinking about Thanksgiving night, and you knew that you would be for a long time. 

Frankie had made good on his claim, making you come twice right there on the couch before he took you to bed and took you apart all over again. It was almost dawn by the time the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms, completely spent and sated, and since neither of you had to work the following day, you spent Black Friday with bare skin and lazy, lingering kisses instead of fighting with crowds at the shopping centers. 

But on the Saturday after, an idea came to you - an idea about how Frankie could still make a special memory with Ollie even though he wouldn’t see him at all the week of Christmas. Oh, it’ll be perfect. Excitedly, you brought it up with Frankie, explaining what you’d thought of. 

“So it’s about an hour away from here, but it’s worth the ride. They set up a whole Christmas town with a little train, and they hire sand artists to make these big elaborate winter-themed sculptures. There’s carolers and they do a big tree lighting event with ice skating and frozen hot chocolate and all kinds of activities for kids. I think Ollie would love it.” 

Frankie agreed enthusiastically, arms winding around you from behind to hold you close. “Sounds great.” I didn’t even tell you the best part yet. He dropped a kiss to the line of your jaw. And I’m not going to. “Thank you. For coming up with something.”

You grinned, your arms covering his where they wrapped around your belly. “Told you, Frankie. We’re a team.” 

“Yeah.” He nodded, his beard scratching your cheek as he tightened his hold. “We are.”

He’d cleared the trip with Tori, even though she’d already okayed any activities or day trips Frankie wanted to take Ollie on when he had him, the woman agreeing with both of you that it sounded like something that the little boy would enjoy. And at your suggestion, the two of you had invited Benny and Alana to come with Quinn. She was just over a year old and would likely sleep through most of the festivities in her stroller, but you knew that the Millers wouldn’t pass up on a group outing, and you knew that Frankie wouldn’t view their presence as an intrusion on his time with Ollie. They’re family, too. 

So when it came time for Ollie to spend the week with you and Frankie, the three of you climbed into his truck - Benny driving his little family separately in case they had to leave early - and headed east to a small town just outside of the Disney zone, called Celebration. 

There was a 50/50 shot that the thing you were trying to keep a secret until the last minute would be spoiled upon your arrival, banners or posters advertising the wintery phenomenon that visitors were about to witness, but luck was on your side. There were plenty of signs and decorations, so there was no missing the blocked off area that the town had designated for the holiday event, and it was just like you told Frankie it would be - food stalls and little craft and gift stalls set up to look like gingerbread houses, carolers in Victorian era costumes walking the street and singing Christmas songs new and old, an enormous pine tree towering over everything in the center of the square and dripping in bright lights. Even though it was 65 degrees and there were palm trees lining the streets, it was almost enough to make you feel like you were in an old world Christmas market, or like it was about to start snowing at any moment. 

And you were right about Ollie’s reaction to everything, his already large brown eyes going wide as saucers when he saw the big man in red waving and tossing candy canes to the crowd. “Daddy! Santa’s here!” He grabbed Frankie’s hand, pointing vehemently in the direction of the man in the Santa suit. “He came all the way far from the North pole! Do you see him?!” 

The joy on his little face was mirrored in Frankie’s, and your heart swelled at seeing them both wear the same expression. “I see him! He did come a long way, huh?” Ollie nodded, curls just like his father’s bouncing as he did. “We should probably go say hi, then, since he came all the way down here to see you.” 

“Yeah! C’mon Daddy! Let’s go! C’mon Uncle Benny!” 

You had to take a breath when your name was added to the excited babble, Ollie’s empty hand slipping into yours so he was between you and Frankie, his gleeful grin beaming up at you. “Come and see Santa with us too!” 

“Yeah,” Frankie spoke softly, stepping close and giving you a wink. “Come see Santa with us.” 

Blinking back the unexpected tears brought on by Ollie’s enthusiastic inclusion, you winkled your nose and smiled down at him. “Do you think I’m on the good list this year?” 

Without a moment’s hesitation, he answered by springing up and down, still holding both yours and Frankie’s hands. “Yeah! You’re on the good list already because you’re always really nice and fun and you’re always making my Dad and me happy.” 

You let out a chuckle at that, glancing up at Frankie, the sight of his smile enough to send a rush of warmth through you. “She sure does, Buddy.” He jostled Ollie’s hand. “Now let’s go before he has to get back to his workshop to finish making presents.” 

Keeping Ollie between you, Frankie started walking towards the area designated for photos with Santa, but he leaned in over the little boy’s head to kiss your cheek and whisper in your ear. “You were right. This is great. And he’s gonna remember this just the same as if we were doing it on Christmas Day.” Ollie turned to say something to Alana, and Frankie looked down at him before finding your eyes again. “Thank you.” 

It was your turn to lean over and brush your lips to his cheek. “Anytime, Morales.” 

For the next hour and a half the six of you strolled the area, stopping occasionally at the different displays or to take pictures or grab a snack from one of the booths. But the highlight of the night, and what you were looking the most forward to since you remembered that this event existed, came at 7pm - when “snow” started falling, a chorus of gasps and shrieks rising up from the crowd. 

“What! It’s snowin’?!” Ollie’s incredulous question joined the dozens from other children gaping in awe up at their parents and family members as big puffy flakes fell on their cheeks and noses. “How’s it snowin’ if it’s not even cold?” 

Lifting him up, Frankie answered without missing a beat, leaning in to bop Ollie’s nose with the tip of his. “Christmas magic, Buddy.” 

You snapped a picture of the two of them, making a mental note to find a photo ornament to put it in so that the moment would have a place on the tree for years to come. That done, you watched them play in the faux snow - a biodegradable non-toxic substance that would be gone in a half hour but that would provide a lifelong memory - until you felt Benny’s elbow nudge yours. 

“Hey. You did real good.” Turning your head, you met Benny’s eyes, the younger man already looking at you. “Ollie’s beside himself, obviously, but I mean… with Fish.” He smiled, the expression soft and warm, a sort of platonic affection for you almost palpable in it that you weren’t expecting even though you were quick to call him your friend now, too. “I’ve never seen him happier than he is with you.” 

He didn’t wait to let that sink in though, nodding over to his wife before clearing his throat and stepping up to where Frankie and his son were playing. “Hey, Olliegator, I think I saw penguins over there. You wanna come see ‘em? We can show Quinny.” 

Just as Benny knew he would, the little boy ran over, shouting in agreement, leaving you standing in the snowfall with Frankie. There were easily a few hundred people around you, but as he came to stand in front of you, his hands on your waist and big white flakes fluttering all around him, it was as though the two of you were in your own little snowglobe, sharing your own private moment. 

“Hey, you.” You spoke through a smile that pulled at your cheeks, your hands resting on the rolled up cuffs of his unnecessary for the weather but seasonally appropriate flannel, thumbs brushing over the worn material and into the crook of his elbow. 

He smiled back at you, brown eyes brimming with affection. “Hey, Flamingo.”  Reaching up, he plucked a flake from your hair, the substance vanishing as soon as it hit his warm skin, just like real snow. “You knew about this, didn’t you?” 

You moved your head from side to side to feign thought. “Maybe.” Pressing your lips together, you took the bottom one between your teeth. “Yes. I knew about this. My sister was really into chorus in highschool, and her music teacher suggested that she try out for the carol troupe one year so-” You shrugged. “I’ve been to this a few times because of that, but that was ages ago. I hadn’t thought about it in years. And then when you mentioned that Tori’s parents’ place was up in New York and that Ollie might get to see snow…” You lifted one hand from his arm, palm skyward to collect the sudsy white stuff. “I remembered this.” 

The kiss he gave you then was brief, but you knew there would be much more where it came from when you were no longer surrounded by so many strangers. “Ollie’s gonna remember this forever.” He nodded, the curve of his forehead resting against yours. “And so am I. Merry Christmas.” 

“It’s not Christmas yet, Frankie,” you mumbled through your grin. 

“No,” he agreed. “It’s not. But with enough Christmas magic? Does it matter?” 

You shook your head, nudging his nose with yours. “Nope. Sure doesn’t. Merry Christmas, Francisco.” 

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Fun Fact: The event that I based this fic on is real! It's called Now Snowing, and it's been going on for 25 years! I embellished it a little bit for the story, but you really can see "snow" (the same stuff they use in movies and TV) every night from the end of November through December :)

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[cal-daisies-and-briars]

EXCUSE ME?!!!

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟

I HAD TO TAKE THE OPPORTUNITY FOR THE PROMPT!

39 FOR 🧟:

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Denny’s big rule is that he cannot pass that line without an unarmed adult. He can’t go outside alone more generally. But one time he wandered off across the line while Karen was working in the garden, terrifying his mother so badly that the resulting lecture might have been more painful than a zombie bite. 

Buck loads the gun and keeps the safety on as he crosses the red line. Denny follows close at his heels. It’s a pretty simple pump-action shotgun. He’s the most comfortable with the shot guns they’ve managed to collect. Chim is better with the rifles. They’re the best shots on the team, but everyone - save Denny - can do it. 

The way seems clear, so they cross the street, where an old wooden staircase off the side of the road leads down a rock face to the beach. It’s not a fantastic swimming beach, but it’s turned out to be great for the fishing nets.

Once on the beach, Buck empties the gun and puts it back in its bag. He rests the bag flat on an old driftwood log. They can’t afford to get them sandy or wet. There are no gunsmiths anymore. Plus, if something comes for them while they’re in the water, they’re likely safe. The zombies are pretty repulsed by water, for whatever reason. 

“You got the bucket?” Buck asks Denny before they wade into the shallows.

Denny lifts it proudly. “Yep!”

“Alright, let’s go.”

Buck and Denny walk through the shallows, checking the trapline, emptying any fish, and resetting them. They’re each marked with some kind of floating buoy. Or, in some cases, other miscellaneous floating things Buck could find in place of a buoy. A volleyball. A life preserver. Two goose-shaped hunting decoys. Denny has named them Phineas and Ferb, one of the cartoons they have box sets for. 

“Do you think zombies know they’re people and are stuck? Or do you think zombies are more like bears?” Denny asks as they work. 

“Like bears?” Buck asks. “What do you mean?”

“Bears are scary and attack people and don’t care!”

“I don’t know if that’s true,” Buck says. “Bears aren’t that mean, Denny. Just protective of their space. Zombies are meaner than bears.”

[quillpokebiology]

(@justalileepguy) Do you have any Lileep facts? It... it might be nice to learn a little more about my new biology to be honest.

Of course! I'd be happy to help.

Lileep Facts

(Art by introvernacho on Twitter)

-The scientific name for Lileep is "Actinocrinites crinus" which roughly translates to "tentacle-rated lily"

-Lileep are fossil pokemon that became extinct around a hundred million years ago. The first Lileep fossil was found in Hoenn, but fossils of them have been found all over tropical oceans 

-Lileep lived 300 million years before Tyranitar and became extinct around 100 million years ago

-While many people seem to think that Lileep are more closely related to Frillish and Jellicent, they're actually more closely related to Mareanie, Toxapex, Staryu, and Starmie

-Resurrecting Lileep and releasing them is actually highly discouraged, as the ocean are not what they were like 300 million years ago, and they often die after a couple of weeks (be careful, Anon)

-The average life span for a Lileep is 35 years (might be different for you, Anon, since you were a human first)

-Lileep can regenerate limbs very quickly

-When Lileep were first resurrected, vases designed to look like them were very popular

-Lileep's eyes are actually the yellow dots above its head. The false eyes on its body are thought to be a decoy to make hunting easier

-When they were alive, Lileep were some of the most common pokemon to love in warm oceans. Fossils have been found of them for many, many years. It was only until recently when we had the technology to revive them that we managed to get an accurate image of what they looked like

-Lileep are/were pod animals, and many fossils of them were found close together. They also tend to get lonely easily if not around other pokemon

-Lileep eat the small fish that swim past them, swallowing them whole

-In the wild, Lileep will attach themselves to rocks and only detach themselves when they evolve

-The only way to tell the difference between a male and female Lileep I'd through a blood test, ad they have no visible gender differences and their reproductive organs look the same

-Ik a lot of people think they might eat by putting acid on their prey and digesting it like Starmie, but luckily, they don't do that. They eat closer to Victreebel/pitcher plants

-The standard breed cannot breathe in freshwater

-Despite being grass types, Lileep don't have much of the biology that other grass types have. It's thought that when they were alive, they were water/grass types

[creatorping]

as prompted by @flowery-laser-blasts, super long post ahead!

SHUGO CHARA X KP

Note: Shugo Chara is a shoujo, magical-girl anime from the 2000’s. Charas have their own names and a simple color palette. They are a small persona of their owners’ dreams and reflect different selves. They provide the owner special abilities when merged. (Ex. Shown in poster. The pink-hair girl, Amu, has 4 charas: Ran: Athletic, confident Miki: Artistic, cool Sue: domestic skills, caring Dia: Idol, to shine)

These are some personalities/abilities for kp characters I can think of.

[Shego] Tina (Teacher): takes charge, likes to correct mistakes, drills info into people, gets very proud if student reaches to her expectations.

Ability: listener(s) will believe whatever sentence Shego says as the absolute truth for 1 minute. (Once per day)

[Drakken] Ernie (Mad Scientist): reckless, ambitious, loves a good dad joke, holds grudges

Ability: complete understanding of any machinery that will help improve it immensely or create a new invention

[Kim] VivI (Cheerleader): very competitive, confident, a burst of energy.

Abilities: super strength, speed, (explains most of her physical skills during missions)

Angie (Girly Girl): loves fashion, beauty, and fun things. Often carefree & mischievous. Hates stress.

Ability: pulls out gadgets disguised as beauty products (laser lipstick, stink lipgloss, tracking foundation, etc) from her purse

[Ron] Jynx (Celebrity): reflects Ron’s wish for popularity, has unique charm, can socialize like a fish in water, improv master

Blaze (Monkey Ninja): Ron’s monkey power side, mysterious, only awakens when in rage

Ace (Athlete): prideful, tends to overthink

Ability: proficiency in any sport

Rye (Chef): calm and collected, multitasker, finds joy in sharing his creations

Abilities: culinary arts, craftsmanship

[Yori] Tsuki (Ninja): quiet, stealthy, goes with the flow. Loyal and protects her loved ones

Ability: dual-wielding fan, short-term invisibility

[Bonnie] Reyna (Queen): Strategic, quick-thinker. Vain and often driven by emotions

Ability: Huge charisma, anyone who believes in her crown will fall towards her demands.

[Junior] Celeste (INTERNATIONAL POP SENSATION): upbeat, optimistic, knows how to hype up a crowd. Feeds off of praise and love

Ability: Make anyone admire him to the point of a crazed fan. (Dispels when they hear someone else sing); Disco dance balls that hypnotize people to gather up and dance! until….?

[Joss] Jade (Cowgirl): bubbly sweet, helpful, and hyper. Can easily forget small details.

Ability: robot horse stampede; insane control of lasso

[Monique] Jacqueline (Fashion Designer): Sassy, stands up for herself and others. Loves a good dynamic.

Ability: dress up doll (whatever outfit she draws in her book will appear on the actual target)

[Wade] Digit (Intel): always prepared with technology. knows everything about everyone, Gossip KING. thinks that all problems can be solved with science

Abilities: short-distance teleportation. can create a holographic image of himself as decoy

[Jim and Tim] Hex & Bolt (Engineers): curious pranksters, thirty for knowledge. Have inside jokes, genius little comedians. Pretty filial inside.

Abilities: makes crazy innovative technology, twin telepathy, thick thinned (less easily injured during experiments)

which ones are your favorite? (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ

[blametheeditor]

Day 6 | Grit

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When stranded on an uncharted underwater planet, alone and surrounded by hostile lifeforms, there are only two possible outcomes: adapt and survive, or die trying.

Spoilers: For the game Subnautica

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and violence. Mentions of drowning and suffocation. Referring to someone as 'it'. Mentions of dehumanization.

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David should’ve known it was a trap. 

The moment he was nearly killed by something bigger than anything he’d ever seen, something that’s not even alive, he knew it was going to happen all over again.

Because even though he might be too young to have seen it for himself, there’s no denying the evidence left behind of creatures that had once come to this ocean. Ones that thought everything in it was theirs for the taking. Who not only depleted resources and permanently modified the landscape, but trapped and killed leviathans.

David is old enough to remember the beginning of a truce between leviathans, and the few smaller predators that understood them even if they couldn’t reply back. It wasn’t much, mostly just an agreement guppies were off limits and there would be an equal divide of the food that remained. They didn’t go so far as to go out of their way to help raise and protect a species that’s still considered a competitor. 

Well, most of them just kept to the promise of ensuring no one went completely extinct. Certain leviathans took it a little more seriously than the others. Something David absolutely loathes considering his territory is constantly getting invaded by everything except other reapers wanting to challenge him. 

But it’s fine, it's not like he wants absolutely nothing to do with them. Just because he agrees not to kill any leviathan doesn’t mean him biting and thrashing them around with just enough care to not be fatal should be considered friendly. 

He hates how much he wants a ‘surprise visit’ right now. After having an encounter with an artificial fish that was so loud he effortlessly pinpointed its exact location. After having different species of fish, all looking like they swam too close to a thermal vent, just appear beside where he left what was obviously a weapon. 

After what should have been a metal coffin for a creature that doesn’t belong here just up and disappeared. 

David swam for hours trying to find it when he realized what happened. He almost second guessed himself, thinking he didn’t remember correctly. Went up and down the trench’s walls in case sand had shifted and sent the decoy, weapon, whatever it was tumbling deep into his territory. 

He couldn’t find it. It just disappeared. And that meant it was only a matter of time before David did too. 

The worst part is he has a feeling when it happened, that being when he found multiple peepers falling down into the trench in which he gratefully snatched them up and returned to patrolling his territory without investigating the top of the ridge. Like an absolute idiot. 

It’s too late to take back his mistakes. Whatever it is, the same monster from before or a completely different one, it knows how to deter reapers from attacking. If he gives it too much time, it’ll realize the same method can be used for all leviathans. Can even use it to draw them in. 

As much as he would back up in case things go south, he can’t afford to leave it completely unsupervised. Not when it could be planning anything. It doesn’t help the fact it came for its odd contraption after it certainly looked damaged beyond repair. It didn’t produce any light or sound when David was done with it, that’s for sure. 

That means he finds himself swimming in large circles a lot closer to the surface then he usually does in order to keep an eye out for the creature. Out of everything he knows, it had stayed up on the ridge for quite a while until David saw an opportunity to strike. He doesn’t know if it only came back to that spot due to the abomination it made being there, therefore he’s going to make rounds over the ridge as far as his territory spans. 

Even as he roars consistently, nothing out of place sends backs a soundwave. 

That is, until he hears something distinctly metal and much too high off the ground to be one of the unfamiliar items that have been on the seafloor ever since the creature's bigger abomination crashed into the ocean. 

With another roar to lock into its location, he swims as quickly as possible to try and catch it. Hears that annoying hum that proves the metal object has been rebuilt. Almost freezes in place when it suddenly gets quieter. Then silence. 

David roars again as he slows down. Makes out a few metal pings, but they’re all on the ground now. Nothing in open water. The worst part is when he finally reaches the place he knows he heard it, the same spot where he first attacked it, there’s several peepers falling down into the trench. 

No matter how much he knows this is a trap, the leviathan has no choice but to dive after them. And as soon as he eats them, his anger simmers down. It’s still there, and his suspicion only increases, but the need to attack the creature and whatever it built glides off his back like water. 

David growls in frustration as he dives deeper into the trench, not wanting to face the fact he’s being treated like some mindless stalker. Goes completely still when he suddenly hears the low hum again as it gets louder. And then a tiny shadow trails past him along the seafloor. 

Who does it think it is? 

There’s no want to swim up as fast as possible to grab the loud whatever it is in order to bang it against the ground until it’s nothing but pieces. But he does slowly follow after it, keeping an eye on the tiny thing zipping through the water close to the surface. Watches as it goes directly to the hunk of metal that has made his scales itch ever since it exploded. 

Suddenly, there’s a splash, and David is staring at a guppy of all things. 

...no, not a guppy. He hadn’t even noticed himself carefully swimming up as to not startle it, but David stops only a few feet underneath it for a better view. One that lets him say that, while the size is correct, it has too many fins to be a reaper or ghost, and not enough fins to be a dragon. It has hair, but it’s too bright, the color of blood kelp and just begging for predators to attack it. 

He never thought to ask what the creatures from before looked like. Had they been this miniscule? How could something that small ever stand against a leviathan? 

And what kind of scales are those? What is on its face? What is it carrying? 

David nearly calls for it to come back as it completely exits the water. He manages to keep his mouth shut, flicking his tail in annoyance it’s once against out of reach. Needs to remind himself it’s a threat. Most likely planning how to kill everything in this ocean right now, and that’s why it’s been trying to get onto the burning hunk of metal. 

Something David allowed to happen. Which means it’s his responsibility to stop it. 

...he will give it credit. There must be a lot of grit stored in such a miniscule body to go this deep into a reaper’s territory that’s attacked it already. It’d be cute how hard it’s worked to survive this long if he didn’t know its true intentions. 

Hopefully it isn’t smart enough to think David’s waiting for it to return.

[badlysummedupmoviestournament]

If you recognize the movies hiding behind the decoy titles, please do not give identifying details about them in the notes.

Movie n°1: Two Turtle Doves

Dude is forced to break out of prison with two dimmer guys to stop his kids from getting a new dad. Along the way they accidently start a band which is the Biggest Thing Ever. Oh and they defeat racism. (for that time/place at least.)

Movie n°2: Tainted Windows

Classic story. Absolutely crazy execution. there is violence and ecstasy and fishes and Hawaiian shirts. And a lot of Catholicism. So much. And a desert wasteland with a sad little trailer.

[destieltropecollection]

DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 27 | Omegaverse

The Ruse (WIP) | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,533 Main Tags/Warnings: Prince Dean, Commoner Cas, Falling In Love, Strangers to Lovers, False Identity, Mistaken Identity, Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean, Happy Ending Summary: Castiel, a lowly commoner, is supposed to travel to the Winchester kingdom as a decoy, posing as Prince James who is to mate Prince Samuel of Winchester. On the way, he gets kidnapped by a group of bandits, led by a rugged alpha outlaw with an alluring scent. He has no idea that ‘Dean’ is actually the elder Winchester prince, heir to the throne, who has his own agenda.

south by | @sharkfish​

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,367 Main Tags/Warnings: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Dean, Omega Castiel, Trans Omega Castiel, Gender Euphoria, Gender politics, Sharing a Bed, Coworkers Summary: “We have one king ready for you through Saturday night,” the beta says, starting to pull out keycards for them. “Wait,” Dean says. “There’s supposed to be two rooms.” She checks the computer again, frowning. “I’m sorry, sir, but there’s only one reservation here.”

The Rut Pact | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 16,113 Main Tags/Warnings: Best Friends, Bisexual Disaster Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester in Denial About Sexuality, Internalized Homophobia, Porn with Feelings, Bottom Cas, Top Dean, Alpha Dean, Alpha Cas, Happy Ending Summary: When Dean finds out that his best friend Cas is alphasexual, he comes up with a great plan that means neither of them will have to spend their ruts alone anymore. Just alpha buds helping each other out. Good thing Dean is straight. Otherwise, he might fall in love with his best friend.

boombox & cookies | @sharkfish​

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 16,659 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha Dean Winchester, Omega Castiel, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Non-explicit references to past abuse, Non-explicit references to alcoholism, Gender politics, Tooth-Rotting Fluff Summary: “I think I misjudged you,” Castiel says. Dean shuts and then opens his mouth like an idiot fish. “What do you mean?” “I don’t do well with alphas and I’m not interested in being flirted with.” “Hey,” Dean interrupts, “I swear that’s not —” “Dean.” Castiel’s voice is deep and firm enough to shut Dean up. “I understand that now, but my original assumption was that you’re the kind of aggressive alpha who just wants to get his knot wet. You're not like that."

On Breeding Vacation | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 23,345 Main Tags/Warnings: Mutual Pining, Strangers to Lovers, Breeding Kink, Mpreg, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean, Happy Ending, Porn with Feelingsm Fluff and Smut, Dorks in Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean, Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean, Mating Cycles/In Heat Summary: Cas wants pups, but without an alpha, that dream seems out of reach. Luckily, fertility ranches have long since specialized in giving omegas who are incapable of being loved the family they so desperately desire.

Wrapped Up In You | @roobear68

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 28,030 Main Tags/Warnings: True Mates, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Secret Admirer, Begging, Knotting, Slick, Rimming, Oral sex, Castiel/Dean, Gabriel/Sam, Castiel & Gabriel, Dean & Sam, Toby (the Chihuahua), Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Benny L., Balthazar, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Alfie (supernatural) Summary: Cas was intrigued by the delectable scent left on these anonymous gifts. The alpha was determined to find this mysterious omega. He was unaware that his little dog, Toby, had decided that very same thing.

Entre Nous | @pleasetakethis​

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 33,840 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, True Mates, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Porn with Feelings, Pining, Oblivious Dean, Self-Sacrificing Castiel, Scenting, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Top/Bottom Versatile Castiel/Dean Winchester, Oral Sex, Knotting, Anal Sex, Mating Bond, Recreational Drug Use Summary: Dean Winchester didn't consider himself much of an omega. He avoided dating alphas and he'd taken heat suppressants since he'd presented, so it wasn't an issue--until he learned suppressants were affecting his heart and he'd have to stop taking them. His doctor recommended a medical match website to solicit an alpha's assistance during his breakthrough heats to minimize stress on his heart, and that was how he met Castiel Novak. Castiel wasn't a typical alpha. He had hypothyroidism, a low hormone disorder that left him with mild ruts and a scent many found unsettling. He'd long written off the idea of finding a compatible mate, though his doctor had begun to push services that matched alphas and omegas to help combat the progression of his disorder. Castiel's brother showed up one night carrying the scent of mate, and that was how his relationship with Dean Winchester started. ...or Not Relationship. Because Dean made it clear he didn't date alphas, and Castiel wouldn't tell Dean they scent bonded during the first shared heat because they were true mates. Castiel isn't like any alpha Dean has known, but Dean isn't ready to let his guard down until his heart makes it clear he has no other choice.

You're The One That I Want | @roobear68

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 36,620 Main Tags/Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions of Violence,True Mates, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Knotting, Angel Babies, Past Rape/Non-Con, Tiny Amount of angst, John Winchester A+ parenting, BAMF Mary Winchester, BAMF Castiel, BAMF Dean Winchester, Fallen Angel, Protective Dean Winchester, Protective Sam Winchester, Protective Castiel, Protective Gabriel, Emmie, Past violence, Past child abuse, Past violence, Castiel/Dean, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Archangel Michael Summary: Dean is an Alpha Angel who was ready to be mated. Cas is an Omega Human who wanted the same. Cas wanted to have his own family with lots of pups. Dean wanted the same thing. Dean knew he was about to meet his True Mate. Cas knew he was about to be murdered.

Unwritten | @porcupine-girl

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 75,784 Main Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Bookstore Owner Dean, Writer Castiel, Alpha/Alpha, Alpha Dean, Alpha Castiel, True Mates, Medical Procedures, Denial of Feelings, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Bond, Mating Bites, top Cas/bottom Dean Summary: A spontaneous scent bond is the stuff of romance novels: an alpha and an omega meet by chance, and they happen to be so compatible that their pheromones are perfectly aligned, drawing them irresistibly together to mate and bond for life. Neither bookstore owner Dean Winchester nor science fiction novelist Castiel Novak have ever thought it sounded romantic. Your hormones going nuts and tricking you into tying yourself to a complete stranger for the rest of your life? No thanks. But when Castiel comes to Dean's store for a signing, they feel an inexplicable pull toward each other, and into a powerful bond that neither of them wants. A bond that shouldn't even be possible for two alphas. At least they agree on one thing: they will not let biology determine their fate.

Life of young omega Dean | A-heller-cockles-truther

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 77,247 Main Tags/Warnings: Omegaverse, domestic, ptsd, alpha castiel, omega dean Summary: Story of Dean, he was born as omega in a world that sees them mostly as walking wombs, he was born to an alpha dad that had hate for omegas but mostly not stable emotionally using alcohol as cure while neglecting Dean and Sam. All his life he hid him being omega until he couldn't anymore but Bobby was there, he learned to accept who he is and true love it is. Dean's life was not easy but he got his brother Sam Bobby who like his dad and new friends he found in the new life he built away from the toxic environment of his dad and hunter life. Dean journey where he realize people love him, the world not always bad and horrible and he never be like his dad John

The Lord of Amara (WIP) | @diminuel​​

Rating: Mature Word Count: 92,143 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Arranged Marriage, Omega Castiel/Alpha Dean Winchester, Cas pretending to be an alpha, Past Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn Summary: The people of Amara cherished tradition and stability. For 700 years the Novak alphas have ruled the country. As the young Lord of Amara, Castiel understands the burden of duty he owes to his blood, his country and his allies even if it means a life of secrecy and sacrifice. Their neighboring Kingdom of Winchester is struggling with a secret of its own regarding crown prince Dean. When Sam, on a desperate quest to find help for his brother, accidentally uncovers a truth about the Lord of Amara, he has no other choice but to ask Castiel to put his signature on a marriage contract to Dean Winchester. Castiel has to leave Amara behind to go to a country on the brink of ruin and a husband that wants nothing more than to be left alone.

Big Alpha Energy (BAE) | @valandrawrites​

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 97,401 Main Tags/Warnings: Prostitution, Sex Worker Castiel, Alphas who Bottom, Alpha Dean/Omega Cas, secondary gender dysphoria, Discussion of Past Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Sam Winchester Takes Care of Dean Winchester, Dom Castiel, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Sexual Identity, Charlie is Sus, Mechanic Dean, PhD Student Castiel, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Fisting, BEWARE SPOILERS AHEAD, Mpreg, Pregnant Castiel Summary: Alpha/Alpha relationships are illegal under Great Plains Nation Pack Law. With plummeting birth rates and discrimination against Omegas, the worst thing an Alpha can be is a bottom. Afraid of designation re-eduation, if he’s found out Dean has resisted acting on his most basic, primal need. Until now. With one failed suicide attempt already under his belt, Dean can’t take it anymore, which is how he finds himself at The Queen of Moondoor’s underground brothel, asking for the one thing he knows he shouldn’t want, but can’t live without.