#MOC arc

[stanfordsweater]

10.09, the things we left behind

[smaeemo]

[riverwithoutbanks]

I love that Dean and Cas go through the same ordeal of trying to find what good is whilst everything they know is to kill. They don’t want to be killers even though everyone around them tell them they are. Dean is resigned but Castiel has to believe, otherwise he would not only condemn himself, but Dean as well.

[ardentpoop]

remember when sam signed up for the exact same fate with lucifer and everyone around him agreed that sacrificing himself was Correct since the apocalypse was His Fault

remember how he spent the entirety of s5 being made to feel utterly worthless and not a single person in his life intervened or even asked him how he was coping

remember how he DID spend an eternity trapped with lucifer and michael who had nothing to do to entertain themselves besides torture him (and adam, oops)

[ariadne-mouse]

Moc Weepe wishes he was Jonas Spahr so bad send tweet

[sammygender]

^this but unironically

[braixenbug]

“Come on men! We have to secure this base at all costs!”

Thought it would be fun to try and make an actual battle taking place and I think I did pretty well! In my own headcannon this is a prequel to this post, showing how they actually got that base.

Other lego posts:

Kashyyyk

Utapau

Prisma Squad Introduction

Prisma Squad 2

[hxnnibxi]

watching the second half of season 9 just means becoming extremely distracted everytime dean is on screen bc he grew out his facial hair by 1 single millimeter

[infinity-squared-comics]

A wearable arc-v duel disk I made out of legos :3

[wxywardsun]

“There is no resisting the mark or the blade. There is only remission and relapse!”

[serpentmessmer]

@deanwinchesterpregnant tagged me and i will be so candid: i am in 13 and finding the drive to finish

i thiiiink most have been tagged but i'm gonna tag @mandymovie @blacknidstang and @vulgardaughter

[dessertbird]

Daily Destiel 💙💚

We’ve been through much together you and I. Understatement! 😳😭💔

[riverwithoutbanks]

Dean is so jealous of Cas paying more attention to Sam it’s so fucking funny. Meanwhile Cas has just accepted that Sam is worth something and maybe shouldn’t be killed.

[ardentpoop]

could’ve happened to my friend dean.

[xx-blueboy-xx]

Day Four: Flesh Mask | Goretober 2023

Prompt List!

CW: Horror Elements, Mild Injury, Hallucinations + Face/Body Dysmorphia (?)

Words: 555

Dean stares at his face in the mirror. He doesn’t recognize himself, not anymore. It’s odd - there are all the same features. Same crooked nose from all the times it has been broken, and snapped back into place - or not at all, just a bandaid slipped over it. The same intense-long lashed green eyes staring back at him, a smattering of freckles across his face. Placed there seemingly by a painter who flickers their brush. Same tousled short light-brown hair that lay in wild peaks. He rubs his hand over his face, watching the image in the mirror repeat the action. The buzzing yellow bathroom light caught the silver ring on his hand. As his hand trails down, he feels claws tickle at his flesh. 

The hunter blinks and the sensation is gone. He swallows and leans over the sink, breaking eye contact with the mirror. He turns the facet one and he reaches his hands into the cold water that comes splashing out, he freezes as it begins to run red. Thickening as it flows between his fingers turning warm and alive as the water becomes blood. It seems to boil against his skin and the man jerks away. Splattering blood across the sink and mirror. His eyes dart up to the glass before him, watching the lines of the liquid trail down. His eyes are completely black: devoid of all color and don’t even reflect the light in the room. Nothing can be seen in them. Pure, emptiness. His heartbeat razors inside of his chest, and he sucks in a breath feeling like his ribcage is beginning to collapse in on itself. That can’t be him - is it? He feels the mark on his arm hum. It is singing a sickening song as he flexes his hand into a fist. He sees his veins in his neck trace up visible and blackened, filled with pure malice. 

And hunger. Dean is frozen in place, unable to look away as he can see his form flicker. The skin on his body feels itchy and too small. Like it can;t encase the writhing clawing beast that is inside of his torso. He can feel its sharp nails digging into his organs and threatening to rip them to pieces should he not quench its need. It’s hunger for blood and death. Devastation. For a moment he swears the bathroom flickers, the lightbulb strobing weakly threatening to turn off. He digs his nails into the mark, and he doesn’;t process how he drags them down, tearing through flesh. Blood drips down his arm, but the mark of Cain remains untouched. 

This isn’t his future. No. He won’t turn into that thing in the mirror. He is taking labored breaths of air in and out, he can hear his own heartbeat rushing in his ears. He can see black-inky smoke curling out of his lips and around his head. Spiraling up into two massive, imposing horns. 

The rapping of knuckles against the bathroom door brings an end to it all. 

“Dean?” Sam’s voice feels muffled through the door, and it’s almost as if he is a million miles away. “Are you okay in there? Dinner is ready.” 

Dean swallows, and without looking in the mirror he turns off the facet, which was running water again. 

“Fine, Sammy.”

[scoobydoodean]

Yes sam thievery poll IS related to my plans for dean’s birthday.