#better late than never i guess? :)

[ratinayellowbandana]

happy two year anniversary to my very first imodna fic :')

we were like 8 episodes into c3, there were fewer than 150 fics in the tag, and only like one or two of them touched on laudna's backstory. I sat down and wrote 13k in less than a week which is still a personal record for me, and it remains one of my favorite pieces.

all we knew about laudna back then was that she was from whitestone, there were shacks involved, she and imogen traveled together for two years, and delilah was in her head.

here I am two years later, somehow this fic holds up surprisingly well, and the witches still have my heart <3

[lineffability]

I started the magnus archives yesterday after somehow - despite actual years of seeing tma stuff on my dash - not realizing it was 1 a podcast and 2 horror-fiction!! my jam!!!!

[r-truth]

[ice-tornado-millie]

I know this is definitely gonna piss someone off but um. I did not watch Into the Spiderverse before going to see Across the Spiderverse. Idk despite hearing nothing but praise for the movie I never had an interest in watching it.

Frankly it’s a miracle that I even went to go see ATSV. My brother wanted to go see it and I decided to tag along. To be perfectly real, I did not expect much. However, little did I know that I would be blessed with one of the best movies I’ve ever seen in my life.

So…that’s on me lmao

Anyway if you somehow haven’t seen either of these movies go watch them. Don’t be like me and let these literal masterpieces pass you by

[hehe-hoho-ohno]

After nearly a year of writing fanfiction for Pokémon Legends: Arceus, I have finally started playing Pokémon Legends: Arceus

[thisghosts-obsessions-again]

[wow-its-pizza-studio]

Decided that I wanted to do Artfight this year about a week before it started, I procrastinated and ended up finishing all of my prep-work at the last possible second, but at least I finished it! Gimme your Artfight while you're here if you want, I wanna see!!

[spiders-and-swords]

Deciding to finally commit to posting my art on another blog instead of lumping it in with everything else I post.

I figure this way it would be a lot easier to find things (and for me to actually post my work)

[soupdweller]

day 30: birthday

[clowningaroundmars]

aaaaand done!

hobieposes 4 u <3

some ppl seemed to like the sketch i posted and then deleted so here u go ↓

[blujayonthewing]

awright here we go

[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.

[chimpukampu]

Waah, I forgot to make a post about these! 😱

It was an honor to be part of @zelinkacrosstime zine & illustrate @flutefemme EOW fic!

Can't wait to play this game in a few days ♥

[atruehiro]

Happy 10 Years of Big Hero 6!

November 7, 2014

[north-noire]

"An odd photo of two men in a strange office. Is this somewhere inside of Freddy's?"

Wanted to redraw that one FNAF's Into the Pit achievement/photo about the strange photo, but with my own FNAF designs, with my own little twist on the blanked/scratched out faces.

Plus, I've never drawn them actually together for a photo like this in-universe before, so I had to take the opportunity. Also, happy belated FNAF anniversary. I don't really have anything special since it's been pretty hectic on my end, but I swear, being here for, I don't know, 10 years of FNAF is wild, actually. Cheers!

[chinzhilla]

I wanna stay here forever. But we probably can't. Then let's stay here. Right here, together, for now.

4 Minutes episode 5, dir. Ning Bhanbhassa Dhubthien