#(You're killing the boi)

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[demaparbat-hp]

She will (and he'll let her)

[lesbicosmos]

niko and crystal make me sob

if it weren't for crystal, niko barely would've left her room. if it weren't for crystal, niko would've been torn apart by the dandelion sprites.

crystal saved niko, so of course niko, the loving selfless person she is, stepped in to save her in return when the time came. no matter the consequences. even if it's scary and the odds are bad and we might die horrifically.

[shanastoryteller]

The day his deal comes due, Sam goes missing.

Dean tells himself it’s nothing, that he’s gotten caught up in some research, some last ditch, hail mary nonsense and that he’s just turned his phone off and everything’s fine, that he wouldn’t do something stupid, that he wouldn’t break his promise.

He tells himself that for the first two minutes after he cracks his eyes open and sees the empty bed across from him, and the first time his call goes straight to voicemail, and not much after that. Sam’s broken his promises over things significantly less important to him than his brother’s life.

Dean is dressed and in the Impala five minutes later, heart thudding wildly in his chest. He calls Bobby, Ellen, everyone he can think of, but none of them have heard from Sam, none of them have eyes on him. Sam was with him last night, even if he boosted a car, there’s only so far he can get.

He keeps calling, keep searching, desperate to stop whatever he’s trying to do, to find him, to see his brother one last time before he’s dragged to hell. To make sure Sam is going to be okay after he’s dragged to hell. But the hours tick down, the sun sets, and he can’t find a trace of him. He’s so exhausted and heart sick that when he goes to call Sam again it takes him a long time to read the number on his phone, eyes swimming, the time not making any sense.

1:03

That’s not possible.

That’s not –

His phone rings, blocking out the time with Bobby’s name across the screen, and he answers it but his throat is too thick to say anything.

“Dean?” Bobby says tentatively. “Are you – I got an email from Sam. It just said, I mean, did–“

“What did it say, Bobby?” he asks, even though he’s sure he knows.

Bobby sucks in a breath at his voice, because he knows just as well as Dean that he should be screaming in hell right now, not answering his phone. “To take care of you.”

Dean drops the phone, hears Bobby still talking as he grips the wheel and presses his forehead against the back of his hands. This is what he’d been afraid of. This is why he hadn’t wanted to mess with the deal in first place. This is the one thing he’d begged Sam not to do.

It's easy to find a crossroad.

The demon is laughing at him when it shows up, wicked grin in a pretty face. “That didn’t take you long, boy.”

It’s a different demon than the one he delt with, obviously, but Dean figures they all know the same shit, since demons are a bunch of gossips. “This wasn’t the deal. My brother lives and I die.”

“You traded your soul for your brother’s life,” she corrects, so amused by all this that all he wants to do is kill her, to exorcise her, to make her scream. “Just like your father traded his for yours. There’s no reason Sammy can’t make his own trade. Man, but is your family fucked up. Maybe if you’d just settled down like little Sammy wanted, you wouldn’t all be bargaining for each other’s lives like haggling at a flea market.”

“Untrade it,” he snaps. “My soul for him alive, come on, no year, no waiting, you bring him back and take me to hell right now.”

She laughs in his face. “You don’t have anything to bargain with, boy.”

“My soul,” he repeats, “That’s what this is about, isn’t?”

“Oh, it’s what it’s all about,” she says. “But Sammy’s a clever boy. You know that, don’t you? He didn’t trade his soul for your life, he didn’t have to. You didn’t die. No, he traded it for your soul. Sorry, honey, but your credits been declined.”

At first he doesn’t understand. Sam traded his soul for Dean’s, exactly, so there’s no reason he can’t trade it right back. Then he gets it.

She sees the exact moment it clicks, the moment despair and horror sweep across his face too quickly for him to stop them. “That’s right. Little brother owns your soul now. For some reason he didn’t think you’d take proper care of it. You have it because that’s where he wants it, but no one will be making any deals with you, Dean Winchester. You can’t sell a soul you don’t own.”

“You can’t,” he has to clear his throat, “you can’t just come in and change things at the eleventh hour-”

“Eleventh hour?” she interrupts. “Sammy made his deal eleven months ago.”

His mouth is so dry he can’t speak.

“Isn’t it funny?” she asks, head cocked to the side. “All this time, the deal he’s been trying to get out of wasn’t yours, but his own. Maybe the two of you might have even managed it, except you just wouldn’t help, would you? Insisting that he not research, that he not look for a way out, and he spent so much time trying to convince you, coaxing you to talk about your feelings when he knew you were safe, all he because he thought it would make you feel better when he was gone, because he couldn’t tell you the truth and talk about how scared he was, so talking about your fear was as close as he could get.”

Dean’s going to be sick. “Don’t – please, please, I’ll give you anything-”

“You don’t have anything,” she says, gleeful. “You want to know why I agreed? The thing that made it just too delicious to refuse? Sammy’s down there, just starting in on an eternity of torture, and all he has to do get out of it is give up your soul. It’s his, after all, and he can put the original deal back in place any time he chooses. Just one moment of weakness on his end and his beloved big brother will be on the rack instead.” She sighs happily. “It’s almost as good as anything we’re doing to him down there, the knowledge that if he slips up for even a moment then it would all be for nothing. I couldn’t have found a way to twist the knife deeper if I tried.”

There’s vomit crawling its way up his throat and he has to swallow it down before he can speak. “I can’t – I’ll do whatever you want, please, there has to be something.”

She leans forward, cruelty and delight shining in her eyes. “The only thing you can do is what you’ve been telling your precious baby brother to do for the past year. Accept it. Move on. Live a good life so his sacrifice isn’t in vain.”

God. How can she – how can Sammy expect him to –

He’s doubling over, finally upchucking what little he’s ate today, and he’s dry heaving on the dirt when he hears the fading sound of her laughter.

This can’t be real. This has to be Hell, he has to be in it right now. He has to be.

[braisedhoney]

none of us are immune to damien propaganda okay

[tblsomedoodles]

The Preferable Alternative-prologue-part 2

Start - Previous (just start) - Next

And here we go! : )

[veinsfullofstars]

Maybe you can love your friends too much…

(ID: Undertale fanart of Papyrus, Undyne, & Sans. In the top panel, they are standing side-by-side and posing confidently - Pap on our left with a wink and smile, his chest puffed out, one hand on his scarf and the other on his hip; Undyne in the middle grinning with a mouthful of sharp teeth and flexing her muscles; and Sans on the right doing a lazy finger gun with one hand, the other in his hoodie pocket. In the bottom panel, Undyne has scooped them both into a headlock - Pap bug-eyed and bent backward, Sans shrunk-eyed and lifted right off the ground - choking the life out of them with affection. END ID.)

I had this one sitting in the WIP folder for almost a year before I had the will to tackle it again - the woes of losing old files and redoing them from scratch, y'know. Also experimented with a messier shading style than I’m used to. I really like how soft and textured it is, but it takes forever with the brush I use, so it’s hard to say if I’ll keep doing it for other pieces. All in all, I kinda love how this turned out. Man, I miss these little guys.

Started 11/17/22, finished 08/12/23, updated for color correction 11/02/24. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 08/13/23.

[gentlebeard]

If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I’d go through it again

For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Francesca by Hozier YouTube

[alicentsaegon]

The Marriage of Aegon III and Jaehaera Targaryen.

They are so Henry VII Elizabeth of York coded

[the-great-kraken]

some of y'all will say that jason todd has never done anything wrong and then turn around and declare damian an irredeemable asshole and i hate to break it to you but i think you're just a racist

[psychic-waffles]

Liu Xueyi as Murong Jinghe | Kill Me Love Me 春花焰 Ep 3 Disability feelings part 1 of ∞

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

Every time I see someone earnestly say that Carver hates Hawke, I have to exercise such restraint to not scream.

Every day I get closer to writing a deep dive about him because that's my guy. He's so interesting. He feels so much. He tries so hard when talking to the other companions and some of the dynamics he has with them are so good. He can be so fucking funny and sweet and awkward. He so badly wants to be wanted and appreciated and to protect everyone he loves.

Carver Hawke, they could never make me hate you.

[scintillyyy]

robin #51

tbh i know that dana has a lot of (probably unjustified) faith in tim & *we* know that she's right and he's okay (he's currently run away to paris) but sometimes her faith in tim really does come across as wayyy less concerned than someone should be in this situation.

jack, whose son is missing for the past month without a trace & is possibly dead: my son,,,,beloved boy,,,,i remember the first time i ever took him out in the snow,,,,now he may never experience winter again

dana, considering broaching the topic of jack changing his will to include her now that tim has been missing for a month, may or may not have murdered tim: jack, dear, you're over-reacting. tim is a good boy, i'm sure he'll turn up eventually.

[notthequiettype]

oh this is something

[beepartcollection]

i dont follow that headcanon of Bidwell and Scout being brothers, however i do think if they were that'd make Bidwell a fellow massachusettsian, and after seeing that miku countries trend i wanted to draw him as such. they got groceries at market basket and now they're at south station to go back to mom's

[jaythelay]

Nintendo filed for the patent after Palworld was already out. In fact, the feature was already in several games before Pokemon.

So they legally stole an idea and are suing people for using such a broad concept of said idea.

Oh! And now they're taking down people's Channels for making videos about emulation (This (Emulation) has long be established as Legal? Legal. Bastards.)

If Nintendo wins this lawsuit, Japanese companies are going to patent Eeeverything and start suing Eeeeveryooone.

Nintendo Needs To Lose So Hard They Lose The Patent. Genuinely anything else? Kills the games industry.

Nintendo is willing to, Once, Again, Throw the entire Industry under the bus for Just A Bit More Money. These fuckers aren't even competing with Anyone, they just want to destroy competition. Remember what became the ESRB trials? Did you watch those? Because that was the first time Nintendo put the industry into uncertainty and censorship Just To Spite Their One Competition, Sega. Had the US government not been reasonable? And say "regulate yourselves" Gaming would have died.

Nintendo is absolutely disgusting, pathetic, incapable of competing with even it's own fans without pulling a gun on them, but hell has no fury like Nintendo's legal team seeing anything thay challenges Nintendo's perfect little image.

Please. Do Not Support Nintendo Anymore. If you care about Art, Creation, people's Careers, yourself and your friends, you will choose to harm Nintendo'a BottomLine by no longer giving them money, by talking shit online. Nothing else will work.

If Japanese courts take Nintendo's side, nothing will stop companies from patenting first person shooters, from patenting platformers, from patenting MOBA's, nothing is safe.

What Nintendo has effectively started is quite literally the end of gaming. They're Attacking Indie developers, they're attacking all artists of all sectors, they're attacking your ability to create, they're attacking people's livelihood, they're attacking everything built up over the course of nearly 6 decades, just to spite One Fucking Game.