#SPN challenge

[stusbunker]

Tagging because I'm not sure who is out there anymore: @thoughtslikeaminefield @mrswhozeewhatsis @princessmisery666 @flamencodiva @crashdevlin @impala-dreamer @there-must-be-a-lock @lastactiontricia @rockhoochie @itmighthavebeenintentional @brrose-apothecary

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

“dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days”

girl, what home

[gabester-sketch]

The SPN wheel is complete!! Had a lot of fun with this :)

[magnificent-winged-beast]

Besties, we have this new sick moves to learn.

Wasps on my hair.

The dolphin ballerina.

The sassy kangaroo (her signature move)

Searching for my contacts.

Let me hold your anaconda.

The neck stretcher.

And my personal favorite... Killing my migraine with the floor.

Literally, performing art.

[thesunoficaruss]

to add on to my last post

[mitrielle]

Suptober - Day 1. Autumn

@wigglebox

See my other arts here:

Day 6 - electric

Day 15 - sigil

Day 22 - ladies

[angelsdean]

Favorite Dean Shots - 1x01 Pilot

[wigglebox]

Suptober 2024 - Remixed!

Suptober is a fandom creativity challenge every October. hosted by the wonderfully talented and super amazingly nice @winchester-reload! This year, she has been unable to host it [read her post here!]

But, like a swallow to Capistrano, my art-brain wants an art challenge in October and I love this one a lot. My friend @thepagemistress and I looked at Jackie’s older lists, pulled some prompts we liked, as well as added our own!

We made this list to use this October but we also wanted to share it with the fandom in case y’all still want to do Suptober as well! Jackie isn’t hosting it, and I lack the resources at this time to properly host it —

BUT - I personally still intend on using #suptober24 for my creations, and I encourage anyone who may use this list to also use that hashtag and so we can all engage with our stuff!

I won’t be able to reblog all the creations daily, but I’ll do my best to spread the amazing work this fandom does. I hope we all can still participate in this community event! (Not just art, but writing, gifs, and anything else besides A*I*).

A text version of the list is under the cut.

Happy Suptober (Remixed)!

Autumn

Spa Day

Royalty

Birthday

Scars

Electric

Thankful

Witch's Brew

Moon

Mushrooms

Myth

Harvest Festival

Monster Mash

Fave Episode

Sigils

Falling

Wings

Family Business

Dark & Stormy Night

Limbo

Cozy Treats

Ladies

Fever

Branded

Parody

Enchanted

Prayer

Graves

Blue

Nostalgia

Halloween/Costume

[scoobydoodean]

[daddario]

Sam and Dean lacking personal space in every episode - 6/327

[strawberri10k]

[sighs] time to get back into that fandom that will have me hyper-fixated on it for three months [opens new ao3 tab]

[catrinaroseprince]

Sometimes, being a fan of Castiel Supernatural has you on your knees crying to God because he did something stupid once again, something which entirely lines up with his character and motivations (catholic guilt and gay yearning) but also so painfully idiotic that you just gotta

[t1red-twilight]

dim kitchen lights

summary: you can’t sleep, but neither can dean without you.

content/warnings: gn!reader, vague trauma, hurt/comfort, fluff, light angst, ptsd

notes: this is self indulgent, my life is exploding in my face

word count: 1.2k

masterlist d. w. masterlist

you awoke with a start. a cold shiver ran up your spine. as quietly as possible, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and softly tip toed out of the bedroom, down the hallway and into the kitchen.

you hadn’t been sleeping well lately. every time you tried to relax, your shoulders couldn’t seem to be anything but rigid, and your jaw was nothing but tense. maybe it was just that time of year; the time of year, where you were reminded of everything you didn’t want to remember.

if you were lucky, you could maybe get three or four hours of sleep a night. the rest of the time you spent staring at the ceiling whilst tossing and turning, hoping, praying that sleep would manifest. as far as you were concerned, dean was unaware.

once you were in the kitchen, you turned on the light that was just over the sink. the light of the bulb wasn’t harsh, but cast the room in a warm glow. you reached for the cup that you had set aside earlier in the day, and retrieved yourself a glass of water.

you looked outside the window that was just the top the kitchen sink. the rain that had started earlier in the evening was still going, through and through. luckily enough for you, the rain had lulled you into a slumber.

the clock read 3:04 am. if your math was right, you had slept for about five hours. you looked down at your feet and the tile of the kitchen floor. slowly, you could feel the dread begin to surge through you. the relief was nice while it lasted.

the door to yours and dean’s room creaked open again. you heard his knees crack as he walked down the hallway and into the kitchen to join you. “bad joints,“ he always said. you just always joked that he was getting old. soon enough, dean was in the kitchen with you. the sleep was evident on his face and he squinted at the kitchen light.

“what are you doing up?” he asked. his voice had more gravel than usual. he walked over to you and grabbed the cup from your hand. he set it down in the counter, and his arms wrapped around you. you shrugged, and proceeded to lay your head on his chest. you could both feel and hear his heartbeat.

his palms spread across your back. one of his hands slid under the hem of your shirt and scratched your lower back. his nails were dull and short, but it was nonetheless a comforting motion.

you took a deep breath and sighed. all of your feelings came rushing back to you, and it made you feel like you were drowning in your own body. “i don’t know.” at least you were being honest, you really didn’t know.

dean leaned to kiss the crown of your head.“i know you’re not doing too hot lately, and that’s perfectly okay.“ his voice was low, almost a whisper. “normal, even.“

you shook your head against him. “I’m fine.” you tilted your head up slightly to try and give him a smile, but evidently it was not that convincing.

“are you sure about that?” it wasn’t accusatory, you thought he was more worried than anything. “i know you haven’t been sleeping well lately.” damn. you guessed you couldn’t really hide much from the person that you live with.

you opened and closed your mouth a few times before speaking. “not really. i don’t know, I just can’t seem to stop thinking.” he placed one of his hands (the one that wasn’t scratching your back) atop your jaw line, and gently urged your face upward. while there was still sleep in his eyes, you could see the worry that swirled there too.

his thumb drove back and forth against your cheekbone. your eyes fluttered shut for a moment. you attempted to make yourself present in the moment, and took in your surroundings. all that filled your senses was him. his warmth, his smell. “you can tell me when things are going wrong. you do know that i’m here for you, right? always.”

you nodded before responding verbally. “yeah, I know. but sometimes it’s just hard to talk about certain things.” he placed your head on his chest again, and you could feel him rest his cheek on the top of your head.

he kissed the top of your head again. “well, i’m always here for whatever you need.” you smiled, genuinely this time. you weren’t sure if he could see it from the angle you were in.

you stayed like that for a few seconds. or minutes, maybe, you weren’t really sure. dean’s body began to sway the two of you slightly. you interrupted the silence with a question for him, this time.

“wait, why are you up?” the crinkles around his green eyes scrunched as he smiled. he chuckled softly.

his tongue swiped his lower lip before he answered. “i couldn’t sleep without you. i woke up as soon as you left, i got a little cold.” as playful as the lilt in his voice was, you could tell that he was being genuine. you pulled your lip between your teeth to bite back the smile that was growing on your face. “what?”

you pulled him closer to you, overwhelmed with affection. “where did you get that line from? that was smooth, a little too smooth. even for you.”

his hand on your back returned to admitting the scratching motion that it had been administering previously. “huh? that was all me, scout’s honor. i swear to god, you’re like a little space heater.“ he paused, then continued. “also, i’m just used to you being around me. you’re like the constant that i never had.”

you snorted. “clingy,” you teased.

“what’s wrong with being clingy? if either one of us is clingy, it’s you.“ the somewhat uneasy air in the room had dissolved at this point. one thing about dean, was that he always knew how to make you feel better, to the t. you always hoped that you provided the same for him.

your hand lightly swatted against his chest. he grabbed that hand, and kissed the palm of it. “i don’t think it has to be a competition,” you started. “because if it was, we both know that you would lose,” you continued, your voice dropping in volume.

he made a noise of disagreement, but didn’t continue your jests. the comfortable silence filled the air of the kitchen again.

dean pulled away slightly to look into your eyes for another time. “let’s go to bed, yeah?” he murmured. suddenly, you could see the tired nature of his countenance appear again.

“mhm. that sounds good to me.” at this, the two of you walked down the hallway and back into your shared bedroom. the whole time, you didn’t let go of each other. to an onlooker, it might’ve looked awkward, but you didn’t care. he closed the door behind the two of you.

dean led you to the bed. even though the sheets were messy, he pulled them back even further for the ease of your access. when he too had joined the comfort of the fluffy duvet, he immediately reached for you. he pulled you close into him. what surprised you, was the coldness of his feet that he felt the need to brush against your calves.

you let out a sound of faux shock, but he simply giggled. “i don’t see a problem with this arrangement at all. let’s just go to bed.” the rain in combination with his presence was more than enough for you.

[gabester-sketch]

Sam is dark blue! What is he pissed about?? Next update will be the final! ;)

[szlez]

Autumn

First one for Suptober 2024 Remixed by @wigglebox and @thepagemistress based on Suptober by @winchester-reload.

Prompt 1. Autumn

It was the first thing that came to mind and I couldn’t get rid of it, sorry. Like a visual counterpart of an earworm

[sailorsallyart]

I’m super late with this but here’s my redraw of this adorable piece by @beansprean for @destieldtiyschallenge organized by the lovely @sheepstiel

As always rap for better quality 🌟

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