#Sidewinders

[highamfunny]

I haven't done gymnastics for almost 20 years, but I'm 30 today, so can I still be in the Sidewinders?

[antiqueanimals]

Nature's Marvels. Text by Lucy Berman. Illustrations by Roy Coombs. 1971.

Internet Archive

[dragonfoxqueensbeans]

Prepare the sidewinding! Optimizing. Optimizing. Begin the wiggle.

Sidewinder is a term for a snake's method of travel. It's so that they have minimal and targeted contact with the hot desert sand on their abdominal scales.

It can also be a rather goofy lunge but hey, if it works...

Also they might be cold blooded but they don't appreciate being cooked!

[fateboundknight]

The Sidewinders’ new busts for 2024

Brooklyn (she/her), rock dwarf barbarian

Nasir (he/they), half-elf draconic sorcerer

Jek (he/him), human cleric

Laan (he/they), elf wizard

[th3b4dk1dzz]

True love is making your wife laugh so much, the other people at the table are worried about her going into labour early, with both of your's kid, in a season dedicated to her favourite film genre.

[hawkland]

"I'll be in every drop of falling rain, every speck of dust that the wind blows, and in the sand, in the rocks, and the sea."

My trueform angels and other entities: [Castiel] [Leviathan!Cas] [Raphael] [Anna] [Joshua] [Amara] [Crowley]

For Suptober Prompt #15: Abstract

[bogcreacher]

yaoi revoked you get a stupid comic instead

[retrocgads]

UK 1998

[herpsandbirds]

Mohave Desert Sidewinder (Crotalus c. cerastes), family Viperidae, SW United States

Venomous.

photograph by Yinan Li The Rattlesnake Conservancy

[starstruckodysseys]

truly so funny to me that the awesome action heroes are constantly referring to each other by their real world names IN the movie (especially izzy, unsurprisingly, but like. paula literally name drops liv in front of all the sidewinders and NO ONE questions it. even in her intro sequence she mentions HERSELF to kochiusko. don’t even get me started on the hotel bar scene in ep2. usha the old lady from the store…) but they face zero consequences for this until brennan decides to make paula slam poetry her fake son back to life. five episodes in. absolutely insane i love this season so much

[justanotherfanartist]

she would NOT just leave her brother there to die. you KNOW they had a moment

w out text and hand down here v

if u want it is an icon go ahead I ain’t gonna stop u just credit me or smthn

[sulphuric-onyx]

Thought too hard about Agent Texas again ( I couldn’t decide between the no snow or either snow versions so here’s both)

There isn’t much context to this, I just like the aesthetics of side winder and have been thinking about my usual face canon for her, and this was very fun background practice :]

[thisisapaige]

MAW

A delicious @deancashorrorfest collaboration.

Written by: @thisisapaige

Art by: @hawkland | sidewinder

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 8.5k

Tags/Warnings: Godstiel, Alternate Season 7, Unreliable Narrator, Body Horror, Cannibalism, Character Death, Consumehimnatural

Summary:

The world is full of sorrow, of sadness, of pain. The people within it deserve better than what Castiel's father gave them. They deserve peace and contentment, security and love. They deserve a New World.

And there is no safer place than inside Castiel.

Teaser:

There is so much power within Castiel. The souls slither and slide inside him, straining against the confines of his vessel. The skin stretches. They need more. They hunger.

Castiel hungers.

His blade is in his hand faster than a thought. His vessel’s muscles tighten and release, snap forward in the space of time between the electrical impulse of a human’s brain and the blink of their eye.

Raphael gasps, gurgles, gapes as he stares down at the blood dripping from his vessel’s throat. It stains the blouse she wears.

Castiel licks his lips, watching as the blue-white light of his brother’s grace rises to the surface of the cut, trying to repair the damage. The souls shudder within Castiel. He salivates. Archangel grace. Power. His to feast upon.

Before the grace can heal the flesh, Castiel surges forward. Presses his lips to the wound. He tries to go slow at first, to taste it, to savour it, but the power flowing through him is divine. It’s intoxicating. It’s ambrosial. It’s finding his hollow spaces and empty core, filling him. Almost.

Almost. Almost. Almost. 

It’s almost enough. It’s not quite what he wants, but what he really wants he cannot have.

Not yet. 

The souls within him writhe with pleasure. The monsters and beasts grab and pull at Castiel’s shape and, this time, he doesn’t strain. He expands. 

He’s won. He’s done it. Raphael’s powerful archangel grace is the final piece.

Castiel is God. 

Hungry for more? Keep an eye on @deancashorrorfest as you drool in anticipation for MAW (and many more tasty fics), coming this October!

[wlwinry]

the sidewinders have me sobbing. across the us in SECONDS. i think they could beat chungledown bim now actually

[deancaspinefest]

Take The Long Way Home

Author: sidewinder | Artist: caught-a-dragonfly (Sarah)

Posting on Monday April 15

Two months ago, the world didn’t end. But for Dean Winchester, who fully expected to sacrifice not just his life but his very soul in order to stop Amara? The celebration has been clouded by the disappearance of his best friend, Cas—the friend he’d started to realize meant more to him than he’d been willing to accept until now. The last anyone’s seen of Castiel was when he was banished from the bunker by Toni Bevell. The Brits swear they don’t have him. Neither Heaven nor Hell claim to know of his whereabouts. All of Dean’s calls, texts and prayers to the angel have gone unanswered, and Dean can’t help but worry that a "Winchester win" has once again come at a terrible price. One day hope finally arrives in a lead from an unexpected if not always trustworthy ally. However finding Cas might end up being only the first step in saving him—not simply from the forces holding him captive, but from the prison of his own mind.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

As Dean approached the galley, he saw the light on there already, meaning he wasn’t the only early bird up and about today. His mood brightened with a momentary spark of hope—Cas rarely slept, and when he was around the bunker, he usually enjoyed hanging around in the kitchen to read or watch cat videos and shit all night on one of their laptops. But Dean’s bubble of hope burst when he saw it was just his brother, sitting there in his sweatpants and a ratty old t-shirt, chugging a disgusting-looking green smoothie. Sam was no doubt ready to head out on his morning self-imposed torture session—that is, a five-mile run looping around the bunker to Lebanon and back.

Kid seriously had to be the devil’s vessel if he found that kind of physical torment enjoyable.

“Hey,” Dean grunted at his brother.

Sam looked up from his laptop at Dean and nodded. “Hey. You’re up early.”

“You too. Couldn’t sleep?”

“Rarely do.”

Yeah, that was something they had in common. “Anything up?” Dean asked on his way to fill the coffeepot with water. 

“Not really. Just restless, I guess. I found a case, maybe. Not that I was looking for one,” Sam added quickly. “But while I was searching for any signs of Cas, or Lucifer, I came across a news story about some strange deaths in Wichita. It’s not far from here, and—”

“If you wanna go hunt whatever it is, go for it,” Dean cut him off. “Take mom. I know she’s itching to get out of here and do somethin’ other than stare at our ugly mugs all day.” 

“Dean—”

“No, Sam. I mean it. Until I know where Cas is, I just can’t. My head’s not in the game.” A distracted hunter was a dead hunter. That was the rule their father had drilled into them as soon as they each could carry a weapon, and learn about the things that went bump in the night being real. A week ago, Dean had let Sam talk him into going on a “milk run” hunt to clear out a small vampire nest near Toledo and he’d nearly lost his neck thanks to not fully concentrating on the job at hand.

“Okay, I get it.”

“Do you?” Dean snapped. “Cas has been missing for two months, Sam! We have no idea where he is, if he even—”

Dean cut himself off. He couldn’t say it. Not out loud.

If he even survived.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Monday April 15)