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It's primarily focused on writing - and it has many resources for writers - but it aims to let artists showcase their creations, as well. We also have a list of servers and blogs who focus on different things in the SPN fandom and beyond. Lastly, there's a space to chat about other fandoms, and a link to the server where you can share all your creations about them. Please, read the rules, claim your roles and make yourself at home!
Main Rules:
Hate, discrimination on any ground and attempt at shaming fellow members will be investigated ASAP, and may result in a permanent ban.
Admins can remove members at any moment, if they see fit. However, removals can be appealed and discussed.
All content shared in here has to abide to Discord's ToS.
No generative AI content allowed in here.
Ask for help when you need it, offer it whenever you can.
What We Offer:
writing troubleshooting (perhaps arting, as well!)
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Please help us find an author to write a fic to go with this one amazing prompt that we have left in the claims gallery.
Gallery link: SPN AU RB Gallery (Round 2)
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THE ANTICHRIST HAS RETURNED
Crossover/Type of AU: Yes - X-Files
Pairings: Castiel/Dean, Dana Scully/ Fox Mulder, Sam/Lucifer
Event schedule below the break.
We all know that October is synonymous with tons of fun. Temperature drops, imaginations awakens, and things get a lot more interesting.
This year, we offer you TWO ways to get in on the fun, all without leaving the Supernatural fandom! Two lists of prompts, one for our first Kinktober, and the other, gen-friendly, for whoever's not interested in writing smut.
You can choose a single prompt, or mix and match them. You don't have to match the prompt number and the calendar day, either: as long as you post in October, you're good.
200 words minimum for each story, and no need to interpret any prompt too literally. Art, poetry, every media and format are welcome.
And, of course... if the prompts lists inspire you, post your SPN creations and tag us!! We'll be happy to boost your work!
And now, without further ado...
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I actually can't remember to have done a post for this part of the series, so...
New header!
This little piece (that was incredibly fun to write and research) should give you all the answers you may have!
Summary: On a particularly quiet summer, Crowley finds himself in need of a thief. Thankfully, he's quite resourceful, and there's someone who might have made a mistake or two. Or, how Crowley recruited Magpie for the first time.
Pairing: Gen
Characters: Crowley, Magpie (OFC)
Additional Tags: First Meetings, The Lance of Michael, Flashback, Canon Compatible
Friends, there are only 10 days left to submit the prompt you would love to see more of! At the moment we only have 12 prompts submitted, and we would love to have the problem of too much to choose from, and too hard to choose.
If you'd like to submit a prompt, you can do so here, and if you'd like to see what kinds of things have been submitted in the past, you can check that out here.
Need a bit of clarification on how this all works? We've got you.
We are so excited to find out what people want to see more of - and remember, if your prompt isn't picked this year, it goes back into the pool for the next round!
One of the best things about being a writer is thinking of something small you can add to your work thatâs just. Devastating. Like youâre sitting there going. Oh. That would be diabolical. People would get really riled up about that. Exquisite. Letâs do it.
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absolutely love abusing the power that comes with 3rd person limited pov and just ignoring things and being vague sometimes. does the character know all the details? no? then I don't have to either.
Tags: Whump, mental and physical torture, grief and loss, conditioning/brainwashing, distorted memories, eldritch archangels, Gabriel fakes his death, vessels, post cage fic, amnesia, Sam has powers, grace, ambiguous relationships, vessel issues, Gabriel takes care of Sam, Enochian, angels are empathic and telepathic creatures, angst, hurt and comfort, recovery, rehabilitation, BAMF Gabriel, BAMF Sam Winchester, fluff, getting to know each other
Author Notes: This tale was written for the @spnsabrielbang. I had the pleasure of working with @lucathepanman who made the amazing art embedded in this story on Ao3. Go show him some love and reblog his art, here it is fantastic. Thank you so much to @brattyangel69 and @ladybrittany209 for helping me edit and shape this story.
This story has been such an experience to write and a thrill to participate in this event. While writing, this song really helped me kept going and really fits the story so well Lost in Translation by Marmozets.
Story Summary: When Samâs churning soul was jammed back into his body after over a thousand years of being incorporeal, the wall of Death's design had never stood a chance against the changes Sam's soul had undergone to survive the Cage. Upon waking, Sam struggles with being able to cope with the drastic change from being ethereal to being part of the physical world and the strangers he is greeted with. His memories of the human world were absent upon waking within his body. Sam doesn't know how he had ever been part of the physical world, nor how to carve out a spot within it like the youngest archangel had managed to. His empowered soul was lost without the memories of his human life, and he was unsure who to turn to in a world full of strangers that tried to imprison him.
You can read the full multi-chapter story Lost in Translation with Luca's amazing art, on my Ao3 and find the opening for the first chapter below the cut.
Opening to Chapter 1 of Lost in Translation
Entering the Cage was falling. Sam remembered falling further into darkness and further into Luciferâs clawing grace. Air was sharp and sliced through his flesh, while ice branded his soul.
Until he couldnât feel his skin and flesh any longer, and it was only the bitter cold that wrapped through him. His body had left him, left his soul ensnared by frost-bitten grace that loathed it. His soul twisting bare within the void, seeing without eyes and hearing without the need for ears, free and raw.
It felt endless, and even now Sam wasnât completely sure that he had ever reached the bottom. He only knew that he wasn't the same, that he was merely him in the purest sense. His soul was ripped from his body and left with the angry flares of grace that tore at him and thenâŚ
He was here.
The Cage wasnât the same sensation as falling had been, but it wasnât anything in particular and it wasnât absolutely nothing. It was a blank slate, a void that time couldnât reach, where reality was whatever its most powerful captives made of it. Sam had only known they were anywhere because of the screeches that vibrated through his soul.
The sound of Michaelâs anger was a swirling, roaring heat that burned and tore at Sam's soul. Fiery grace ripped his sibling free from the soul that it had burrowed into, leaving Sam screaming at the inhuman speech and the feeling of being cleaved in two. The sensation and the horrifying realization of his disembodiment struck his consciousness fully then.
Sam could feel, hear, and see but had no skin, no ears, and no eyes. His soul was raw and absorbed everything without the need for his body. He tried to breathe, to move, but nothing was the same, not here. The overwhelming sensory input that he couldn't comprehend felt like a knife that jostled within his brain, prying at the cerebellum that no longer existed within the void. Sam desperately searched for reference or context, to find a sense of self amongst his new reality.
A dizzying train of thoughts coursed through him, trying to find an understanding, to process the surrounding void and the feeling of being free of flesh and bone. Sam felt himself shudder, the sense of touch and movement without skin or limbs jolted through him in shockwaves that cracked against his mind and the grace that refused to fully leave him.
He wanted to scream with the screeching voices that vibrated through him as the surrounding space shifted with the archangelsâ wrath. He wanted to close his eyes against the sight of them free and fighting, terror striking him anew at the unblinking perspective that stretched out all around him at every angle. If he had a body or consciousness to lose, Sam knew that he would have, but there was no escape from the sounds he could hear echoing from everywhere at once or the feeling of cosmically charged heat and cold that blistered his free-flowing soul. He felt himself moving away from them, from the pain he didnât understand how he was feeling and the sight of beings too massive and ever-changing for him to comprehend.
Samâs soul skittered further away and deeper into the nothingness and sudden bits of everything that flashed around him. He could feel himself moving, but the archangels stretched and clashed all around him and took up the endless void that was under their control. Sam cowered under the shifting space, trying to move faster away from the living light that quaked the void but found he was unable to go anywhere despite the feeling of having moved.
There was nothing but what the archangels wished for in the celestial prison he had willingly jumped into. His soul twisted and screamed at each shuddering change of scenery around him, as images of distant galaxies streamed into his mindâs eye and painted the never-ending boundaries of the Cage. This was a place meant for them. A place made and built to house an archangel, not for a bare human soul to control or withstand. This place had been the archangelâs home for thousands of years, deep within the bowels of Hell, and Lucifer was well aware of how to use it.
Time held no meaning here, just as it held no meaning to the immortals. Sam tried to find his bearings, but there was no sun except for Michaelâs grace and no rise of the moon except for the twinkling archangel that had inspired the night sky. Sam didnât know how long they had been fighting and focused solely on each other. Michael seemed to spend an eternity hammering away at Lucifer, flaming grace and frozen fury colliding in a sea of contained disaster.
Sam tried not to think about his body, which was long gone by now, leaving him unable to turn his vision away from the eyes that glared at each other and the limbs that reshaped and changed just to rip and tear. Instead, he stayed tucked away from them with Adam, the two souls curled against each other as Adam's body deteriorated without Michael's grace, both huddled and swirling together, thriving on their shared losses. Their souls screamed in the void, but the sound was easily swallowed by the screeching archaic Enochian as the archangels' memories and thoughts streamed along the endless walls of the Cage, overwhelming the huddled pair of souls.
Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.
You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.
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Hey, all! What do you say we take a break from the horrors for some summer Supernatural fun? Join me starting July 15th - Aug. 31st (end of summer) by filling these prompts with your best Supernatural-themed fanfic, art, or other (photography, collage, you do you, as long as you didn't generate it with a tech bro jizz machine!
The rules for this one are simple:
NO AI slop (you will be blocked)
No hate
Must be Supernatural-themed
Pick and choose which prompts you want to fill, post them when you want. Truly, this should be lowkey summer fun used to exercise your creativity and energize the community.
Like, reblog, and comment on others' work!
post with tag #SPNsummer to your social media of choice. I will mainly be focusing on Tumblr.
Be sure to include with prompt you are filling on your post
Have fun with it!
Add your fic to the AO3 collection here!
Fic can be any length, art can be sketchy or detailed: it's up to you to fill the prompt the best you see fit!
**A special note on reblogs: this is not a rule because, frankly, if something tickles your fancy and you want to create, I'm not here to stop you. BUT. Be warned that some themes/pairings will not be reblogged: topics like incest, noncon, and torture are simply not my jam and I generally try to keep them off my feed. I will still encourage everyone following me to check out the #SPNsummer tag though!
I'm sure I forgot to mention something so if you have questions, send me an ask!
Text list below the cut
Space
Picnic
Shower
How Hawaiian
Seaside
Rainbow Road
Breakfast Time
Happy Trails
Ride
Prism
Window View
Playlist
Proposals
Popcorn
Sunshine
Flight
Gift Bag
Art Show
Late Morning
Early Evening
Marshmallows
Best Friend
Luggage
Pool Party
Sunburn
Heatwave
Joy
Vintage
Umbrellas
Sunset
Post your creations to #SPNsummer starting July 15th! 2026
Holy Crap I finished something! Please mind the tags on Ao3 its a dark one without a happy ending. For a preview of Strawberry Gashes, look below the cut.Â
Read Strawberry Gashes, Rated Explicit, on my Ao3.Â
Summary:
Sam doesnât always remember everything. Itâs been so long and he canât keep track of what was real, what was a memory, and where he was. Lucifer takes full advantage.
