my singing voice is good for showers and mornings in the kitchen and drunken nights and lullabies for babies who need sleep and im okay with this
i think it’s silly to be ashamed of your art because it’s not in a museum and of your voice because it’s not selling out stadiums. there will always be people who enjoy and appreciate what you can do.
Idk why but this hit me really hard and I’ve been staring at it for a couple minutes.
So, been a bit since I’ve done one of these. Go easy on me.
Short story for the @gabriel-monthly-challenge. I used the trope summer fling and the mood board. Cause why not. Also the song Cherry Gum by Dolly Style. It’s fun. Slight warning, it’s got some implied adult things. So probably PG13.
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Cheery Gum
A taste so sweet I can’t get enough I can’t resist to show I think that something is about to blow
Back after a long while. Sorry bout that. Been super busy!
New chapter of On the Side of Angels is up. Find it here.
Here is my submission for the @asupernaturaltreasury , I’m also hosting it on my AO3 here.
This was a lot of fun. It’s my version of Oh the Places You’ll Go with a Supernatural twist. Check out their blog for more! And thank you to @dmsilvisart for the wonderful art that goes along with my story. It’s embedded along with the text below, but can also be found here.
Short story for the @gabriel-monthly-challenge; prompt: “So let’s just say we kill him, what do we do with the body?”
This was inspired by the not recent (but I can’t call it old because then I’ll feel really really old) movie, Disney’s Halloweentown II. That series of movies was super silly, but they’re fun if you want a lighthearted Halloween stuff. Gabriel x Reader.
@gabriel-monthly-challenge, @archangelgabriellives, @archangelsanonymous, @archangel-with-a-shotgun, @revwinchester, @ttttrickster, @warlockwriter
Reports had been coming in by the busload of a town of actual monsters. You’d called the Winchesters after the second newspaper had hit your doorstep. It was only a couple towns away and you were starting to get concerned, so you’d called for backup. Good thing too, considering how the news of the town was starting to spread.
Color You Mine Drabble. Part 6.
Set between 1318 (Bring ‘em Back Alive) and 1320 (Unfinished Business). Gabriel x Female Reader. Warnings: Angst mostly
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Time seemed to move at a glacial pace as you waited to hear from Gabriel again. And you hated the ever-watchful eyes of the brothers when you hung around the bunker. The hovering drove you up the walls. Everything was dull and bland.
Color You Mine Drabble. Part 5.
Set between 1318 (Bring ‘em Back Alive) and 1320 (Unfinished Business). Gabriel x Female Reader. Warnings: Angst mostly
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Orange Shades of Me
You were chasing the feeling of mint again. That fresh and bright happiness.
No matter what you did you hadn’t been able to find it on your own.
So it was time to find your friends.
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Dean and Sam had picked up from a bus stop when you’d called them. Neither asked why you looked washed out and sad, though Sam had struggled with it for a while. Instead the ride back to the bunker was spent full of inane chatter and classic rock music. It was familiar, this normalcy a sherbet wash of something akin to happiness.
Late that night, you were unable to sleep…. again. It was hard not being wrapped around the archangel. You’d spend days and days falling into bed with him, that now it like the bed was empty without him.
So instead you stood and went to talk to the boys. Neither of them slept well either. And you knew that you’d have to tell them you’d seen Gabriel.
On fuzzy socked feet, you padded quietly through the halls to the library. Just as you entered the doorway you overheard Dean telling Sam not to ask. They’d been talking about you. “She’ll tell us if she needs to talk, Sammy. Just let her be.”
A feeling of warmth and affection, like pumpkin spice, washed through you at their concern. The boys were so full of love, even if the world had a hard time seeing it.
You cleared your throat, drawing the boy’s gazes to you. Sam had the good sense to look abashed at being caught talking about you. But Dean just tipped his beer toward you in invitation to join them. Same old Dean.
Once you were settled, hands fidgeting with your necklace in nervousness – a needle of tangerine, you finally started talking. “I saw him.”
The brothers didn’t speak, but you could tell their edginess at the taste of information.
“Gabriel, I mean.”
Sam started to ask, but Dean held a hand up, stopping him.
“He’s not the same. I don’t know if he’ll ever be the same…..” You fought back at your own mixed emotions to continue. “He’s not….. He needs time to heal. The years in hell really messed with him.”
“So he’s not coming back?” Sam finally broke in.
“I don’t know. It’s like he’s lost who he was from before. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say he’s reverted to some prior version of himself. I mean, he’s still Gabriel, just different.” You nibbled at your lip, considering.
“Is different bad?” Dean asked quietly.
“Not really….” You sighed, trying to conceptualize your mixed emotions for Gabriel into words. “He’s a bit rougher, darker, more viscous. There are still hints of the angel we knew.”
What you didn’t say was that you didn’t regret your time with him. How addicted you were to him. How you missed the taste of him on your lips – a burning need like ginger to taste him again.
The problem was that even though you loved him like this, he didn’t love you. Couldn’t. Or so you thought.
Yet he’d still been texting you. And ever damn time your phone vibrated a coral colored flush of eagerness came over you as you dashed to check if it was him again. Not that you’d texted back. You weren’t sure how to deal with your own desire for him. Like if you answered it would admitting defeat, and you might go running back to him.
“So, we continue looking.” Dean muttered, “We need him, even if he doesn’t need us.” His statement caused a burst of laughter from your lips, humor a touch of mango. Well if that didn’t sum up your situation with Gabriel, you didn’t know what did.
“Can you tell us where you saw him?” Sam asked.
You wouldn’t tell them where you first saw him. Or tell them about how much time you’d spent with him. How many nights you’d curled up against him. But you could tell them where you’d left him. And you did.
Eventually, Sam slowly steered the conversation to other things.
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Days later, after you’d left the boys to continue their hunt for Gabriel alone, and decided to take some time for yourself. You were curled up with a book, reading for fun.
Dean, Sam, and even Castiel had left chasing a couple leads. Something about a guy dying in an alley. The only thing you’d be chasing at the moment were memories.
But sitting on your bed, your phone vibrated with a message that sent a thrum of marmalade colored hope, something solid and real, through you:
‘I have some unfished business to take care of, then I’ll come home.’
New drabble.
I feel like I should apologize to my own heart for writing this. It made me sad. But it felt like the natural progression. This is set between 1318 (Bring ‘em Back Alive) and 1320 (Unfinished Business). Gabriel x Female Reader. Warnings: Angst mostly
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The blank look in Gabriel’s eyes had been worse than anger. Anger you could have dealt with. Or even sadness. Though if it had been sadness, that hurt puppy look that made your stomach knot, you might have relented, given in, and stayed.
Does anyone remember fanfiction from like 2001 to 2004 tho?
-wacky, highly out of character ‘sleepovers’ with the villains of the series
-not bothering to research the culture the series originated from (we live in Japan but for some reason we’re celebrating a westernized version of Christmas?)
-sugar highs??? the entire cast has eaten sugar and now randomness ensues!!1!
-really surreal oneshots taking a completely illogical idea to the highest possible level played completely for laughs (re: maybe Harry was so good at flying because He Was A Broom All Along)
-user guides for characters (as if they’re adoptable robots)
-disclaimer at the beginning of the story, end of the story, used as page breaks in the middle of the story I DO NOT OWN THIS PLEASE DON’T SUE I’M DIRT POOR
-author’s notes at the beginning of the story, end of the story, used as page breaks in the middle of the story, LOL I WROTE THIS AT ONE IN THE MORNING PLEASE REVIEW
-nutshell/condensed retellings of the series, again usually humorous
-AUs where everything except the main character’s names are completely different that have no real connections to the series (High School AUs are EVERYWHERE)
-The writer’s favourite character isn’t dead and the rest of the cast questions it once and then never mentions it again
-the writer talking to the characters in script form before the story actually starts
“R/R! Don’t like, don’t read! Flames will be fed to (insert fandom reference here) XP XD”
-truth or dare fic where all the characters are in a game show kinda thing where the commenters get to send in requests for the next chapter
-“100 ways to annoy x”
-songfic w the lyrics right in there
-random google translate Japanese
-self inserts EVERYWHERE
This is what my ff.net looks like when I used to write sailor moon fanfics. Sigh. Oh high school me.. .
This is set between 1318 (Bring ‘em Back Alive) and 1320 (Unfinished Business). Gabriel x Female Reader.
Warnings: Dark. Angst. Mature.
Part 3 of Color You Mine.
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Drabbles / Oneshots (Gabriel x Reader)
Voices - except this one, this is kind vague plus tiny bit of Destiel.
Color You Mine Mini Set
And Now These Three Remain
Once upon a time, a certain writer said he’d had a few past relationships. One of those is coming back to bite the Winchesters in the ass. They didn’t expect what they found in the closet in a small suburban home. Now they’re wishing they kind of hadn’t looked at all.
On the Side of Angels
This is a love story. But it is also an adventure. The world is back to as normal as it gets for the Winchesters; but a new crisis emerges as Heaven continues to fail. With the potential for millions of souls let loose on the earth, the boys and remaining angels, plus some new friends set out on a quest to save the world again. Post Season 13; AU slightly. Gabriel x OC
Ongoing
Reverent Soul
Chuck, in his infinite wisdom, decided that to better understand humans he’d grant each of his angelic children a human match. He took a tiny bit of each angel’s grace and embedded it in a human soul. In the alternate reality, Gabriel escaped his vessel at the last minute, faking his death once again. He then hitched a ride in secret with alt-Michael back to his own reality. Which is why he was hanging with Sutton. His current vessel. If he hadn’t been so low on grace he never would have found her. But like calls to like, and the tiny piece of his grace that Chuck had been embedded in her soul had drawn him like a moth to flame. She was the missing piece of him, and here he’d finally found her, but could absolutely nothing about it. And worse, she was now stuck protecting him.
If he was lucky she’d only hate him a little when this was all over.
My fave angels ₍₍ (ง ˙∇˙)ว ⁾⁾
*BLENDER NOISES*
Oh fuck it’s beautiful!
Dying a little at how much awesome this is.
So, I ended up really liking the color thing I did with Shades of Green, so I did a drabble follow up.
Let me know if you want to be tagged! Gabe’s Babes. <3
Carry On My Wayward Son -Kansas
Number one rule of fandom: Thou shalt never not reblog this song if thou art a member of the Supernatural fandom.
i like this rule
Always reblog Kansas/Supernatural’s anthem.
I’ll be judging you if this isn’t on your blog
This song has two effects on me; Either I´m singing it out loud, banging my head and playing air guitar like the maniac I am Or I´m sobbing on the floor NOTHING IN BETWEEN
Me if you SPNers don’t reblog this
This is gorgeous!
Slytherin
Ravenclaw
Hufflepuff
Gryffindor
