#but for realsies this has made my entire day !! week !! month !! year !! MY LIFE !! MY WHOLE LIFE !!! ^_^

[satorisoup]

WAHHH nia, my precious petunia !! (｡Ó᎔ ก̀๑) how much i cherish you is inexplainable !! T^T you are an absolute light, my heart is soso warm !! <3 having the honor of being mooties with you truly makes me so incredibly happy, I WUV YOU SOSO MUCH !!

LOOK AT ME AND KOU !! T^T our little love letters, IM SOBBING !! you captured me & him soso perfectly, my heart can’t take this !! a precious koene drawing from you is such a lovely way to make me smile PLS !! <3 m’ giggling & kickin’ my feet as we speak EEEEK !! THANK YOU SOSO MUCH FOR THIS ADORABLENESS !! T^T

i must scream in the taggies, THIS IS JUST TOO CUTE !! <3

hai everypony. used some of u and ur ocs as my muses for a little (big) (rough) spread :3 So u know u r perceived and enjoyed.

if ur surprised because we don't talk um. i recognize ur user and or did some tag lurking so. hey... um. Hey...... tags and notes under the cut!

@khalixvitae - KHALIX ! do not know this guy At All but i decided to mix things up and use him!! if u have any thoughts to share abt vil i'm all ears! >__<

@sweet-milky-tea705 - JAYCE! yasenia. smoking duck gif. is anything else needed 2 say... i didn't forget her ears i just. upside down. hair. and. giuspelazpe

@koyukiki - Leon Kennedy. LMAO he's literally the most random guy on here. "why hoseok da bus driver" vibe LIKEHEEBFHSB but u know. hiii koyuki!!

@shobvrry - wehehehe... hiii friend,, little shoto for u!! :3 do u like the placement of frozen joke bear. get it. bc. because. he. and. get it

@dira333 - kENMA!! this is evidently Not the thing i wanted to give u but. this has taken a while and i actually want 2 redo the other thing so. haii dira!! \o/

@satorisoup - tHe Only self ship other than me on here. based it on ur existing self ship comms and picrews.. R ur eyes green. like. ..IMCRYING . ROCK ON LENE!

@last0bread - !! azalea has SUCH a cool + unique design!! she's also quite satisfying to draw?? LOL. i also like doodling flowers so thanks for letting me do that :3 🩷 /silly

@mustddart - oh my god i didn't know u changed users and just got so scared. I rock w these guys. i don't know their dynamic i based it solely on this post (& it being percy) but I ROCK W THEM!!! U r one of the people i recognize by user btw. Hiiii stay awesome!!!! 🩷🩷

@luv-indigo - SOOO lovely!! loved reading about nadine and seeing her in each step ^__^ !! i recognize u by user too. Haiii all ur art and ocs r super nice and cool!!! 🙆🏻‍♀️🩷

@vaultureculture - bro i am rocking w this design so hard. elvia is stunning like okkk???!! leander i see u. i get u 🙂‍↕️🔥 phlomis is also Awesome i love the dynamics and story going on IM ROCKING SO HEAVY!!

@kandy-katz - omg. i did the chibi first and by the time i got to the last empty space i realized sol was the only one who was a sole (haha) chibi and !! 😭 i felt so bad bc his full design is SO SO cool so he's here twice. HE'S AWESOME!! 🩷🙆🏻‍♀️

@dreamtydraw - smoking duck gif. apple bag trio.. lOVE THEM!! 🩷💌 wasn't originally gonna do all 3 but i saw this pose and thought it was silly and fun.. yeagh. all ur ocs are always so lovely and unique!!! everypony reading this go check dreamty on itch.io and play all 5 games NOW!!!

@evanox - SARA RAAAHHHH!!!! saraahhhhh!!.???? haha get it. ...just looks like i spelt ur name wrong. Let's carry on. MAEHWA!!! 😭🩷🩷 worked off jayce's art I hope she looks ok. sage is drunk and saying something stupid /affectionate Idk what.. hehe she's lovely!!

@anonymous-eggy - Big Fan of masks and i love this one. HIS DESIGN IS SO FUN!! i finished drawing them the fastest fr fr i want that shirt so bAD and their hair is so nice yeahh i rock w az HEAVY!! 🩷🩷

@someiicecube - cannot overstate how heavy i rock w esther. u hooked me at an awesome stunning design and reeled me in w reading too many romance books and wishing it was him. so me. SO COOL!!! 🩷🩷

da process........

yeahgh. 👍 i wud like to draw some for real in the future but actually if i draw anything in the next few days my brain will explodeo.

[grubl0af]

THANK U @boyw0rm for tagging me!!

1st rule: i don’t really know too many people to tag!! i will tag @ghost-bones @anomiidae @luuvisrage2 @atronachs-aura but if anyone else wants 2 do this they should!

2nd rule: bold the statements that are true!

i am putting a readmore bc this is long! but read on to learn some tings about me

APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses for fashion not for realsies- I have at least one tattoo - I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces a retainer

PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping  - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority - I do some form of martial arts

EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands’ concerts

MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend™ - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smartphone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS - I am in a relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

[anomiidae]

thank you to @grubl0af for tagging me! this might be terrible because i haven’t done one of these in YEARS 

1st rule: i don’t know a ton of people on this website so idk who to tag pfft i’m terrible at socializing like a normal human being but if i think of anyone later i’ll edit this and add them in that sounds so lazy ik

2nd rule: bold the statements that are true!

stuff under the readmore so i don’t clog anyone’s dashboards!

APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses for fashion not for realsies- I have at least one tattoo - I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have had braces

PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping  - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority - I do some form of martial arts

EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting -I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands’ concerts

MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend™ - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smartphone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS - I am in a relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

[dickbaggins]

please friends enjoy this lil teaser of what will be this year’s long fic, my novel from nanowrimo16. this is a wincest(iel? I haven’t decided but as I was writing, it took a distinct turn towards the threesome, I’m as shocked as you are) au with the Winchesters as archaeologist-hunters in 1910/20s Egypt. I’ve only vaguely researched this so if there’s any historical issues, that’s all on me. Within the week, I should start posting this for realsies, so it won’t be quite as rough.

The sky looked different, depending on where you were. If you didn't travel, you never noticed it. You saw one sky your whole life and maybe it was a pretty good sky anyway, so you didn't want for anything. But if you travelled, you knew the pang of homesickness a strange sky sometimes induced.

Dean Winchester felt like he'd been homesick since he was twenty years old. The sky in Newport never looked the same after he sped home from the docks. In a way, nothing felt real since then.

Of course, all the alcohol helped to keep the world at large to more of an unpleasant buzzing in his ears, around the periphery of his mind. Between that and work, ten years flew by with alarming speed. If he didn't stop to consider things, they fell away. If he didn't keep moving, he'd die. So move he did.

This appointment was in Egypt. That meant crossing the Atlantic, which he'd done at least once a year for the past decade. At least. The ships were better now than they used to be, catering to a different class of people. The Winchesters could no longer afford the opulence, the gold-laden dining rooms and the full serving staff but there was a burgeoning tourist class that made the ships all the more comfortable now.

Dean liked that better, anyway. They knew to leave him alone. They kept to themselves.

After that, train after train after train. He took in the sky out the windows, watched it change from big to narrow, to big again. Watched countless sunsets wink in and out of existence. He didn't keep a journal. For all Dean knew, it could have been months in those sleeper cars with his father and Bobby.

Their destination neared and Dean felt like he always did: a detached excitement at what new things they might discover, coupled with a vague, tense fear. People died on these expeditions. People got trapped under the Earth, people suffocated in centuries-old tombs. Sometimes Dean thought that wouldn't be so bad.

You'd be lauded as a hero.

You'd also be dead.

These were both pretty great.

At midnight, at the crossing of a border, the dining car lights dimmed and Dean made his slow shuffle back to the sleeper car. John snored quietly on the top while Bobby was still sat on the other bunk, books and papers spread out in front of him, dimly lit under the buzzing electricity.

“We're carrying on to Turkey tomorrow,” he told Dean. “So you alone are representing us in this excavation.”

Dean nodded blearily, undoing his tie, shrugging off his jacket.

“Your father has a few requests.”

Dean glanced up at the bunk and nodded again; this was how they communicated, these days, through a friendly intermediary, simply because it was easier. They wouldn't fight, that way. John Winchester got to hand down his decrees and Dean could only nod mutely and take them under advisement. Further to the verbalized rules, there'd be a letter set out for him tomorrow morning before he departed reinforcing all of these things.

Don't fuck up, was the general tone. Sometimes eased into don't fuck up too hard. It depended.

“This is an important post we've secured for you. Working closely with state officials is difficult to pull off. You'll be answering to Daniel and his lot. And working for them, you understand? They say jump - “

“I ask how high, yes, I've been farmed out before.”

“True, but not to these folks. They can be demanding. Not strictly treasure hunters, you know?”

Dean frowned, unbuttoning his shirt, laying it out carefully at the end of his own too-small bed. “Our kind of hunters?”

“In a way,” Bobby answered, his eyes sweeping over his papers for a nervous second before returning to Dean. “They have goals They have things they're specifically looking to find and if you're less than thorough and less than completely forthcoming in your findings? You'll find yourself at odds with them.”

“Which would then besmirch the family name even further. Understood.”

“Detailed notes, detailed drawings. At the end of every week, you'll meet with the head parties and discuss what you've found. Nothing is to be removed unless they tell you. Nothing is to be sold overseas.”

“So we're barely getting paid.”

“Experience is it's own reward,” Bobby sighed, and he didn't mean it anymore than John had earlier, Dean knew. They were all of them in a tricky situation and making the best of their skill set. “Send us copies of your notes, though. I'm curious as to what's actually going on.”

“Oh?”

That barely piqued Dean's interest; mild intrigue was something, at least, something more than dusting off old vases with a delicate brush.

“Last I heard, there was some set of magical demonic jewelry, though why a Pharoh would have that is beyond me. Rumor has it Daniel is after those things specifically. But being buried so long? It's either negated all that power or else charged it up something fierce. If you find it...”

“I won't, Bobby,” Dean sighed, slinging his legs up onto the too-small cot, folding his hands under his head and watching the lights flicker against the top of the empty bunk above him. So easy to imagine the four of them crammed into this private space, but there was only three.

And anyway, if it were the four of them? They wouldn't be nearly destitute and taking on jobs like this, whoring themselves out to lesser men for meager pay. If they were four...

No. They weren't.

“I won't find anything of value, I'm sure,” Dean sighed, “Not with how many other people working alongside me? The chances are slim I find anything at all besides dog bones and ancient wine vessels. The usual detritus.”

“That's the other thing, Dean,” Bobby said, voice low and serious, which made Dean look over at him; he scratched at his beard, shuffled his papers. “There's no drinking. It's forbidden by religion, so...if you don't want to raise the ire of your charitable hosts, you'll have to lay off.”

Dean's gut squirmed nasty, nervous already about the proposition.

“Is that why you're not joining me here? Is that why you and my father are moving on? I notice he's sleeping fairly content, got his fill before they turned the lights off, did he? Stowed something away in his baggage?”

“Now, son-”

“Don't call me that, please,” Dean sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. Had he known this was his last chance? He'd have tanked up in the dining car, beyond what he'd already had to drink. Which was a lot, by anyone's standards, but just enough to get himself to sleep. Hopefully. “I'm sure I'll manage.”

“There's coffee that'll make you see through time, if that helps.”

“That's sort of the opposite of what I'm striving for.”

“Well...there is opium, if you're really hard pressed to relax. I know how it is, Dean, believe me, I do. After everything you've been through, no one faults you and your father for your predilections. Least of all me.”

“Thank you,” Dean muttered, hoping this was the end, hoping everything else was covered in the letter he'd get later in his father's tiny, precise handwriting.

“Get some rest,” Bobby said, and that was it. All Dean heard of him until he dozed off were papers shuffling, notes being scrawled, the usual noises. He found them comforting, at least, if nothing else in the world was. And even that small kernel of home, he'd leave at the train station come morning.

It was hot. Dean knew it would be hot and he'd been through hotter but it seemed unreasonably sunny. Maybe it was just the day or the hangover he wouldn't be able to rid himself of. Although he'd found, when he unpacked, a concealed bottle of whiskey, likely from Bobby, stashed among his clothes. Here for three months, there was no clear way to ration it to last that long, unless he sipped a thimble-ful every night. And to what end would that help him?

It wouldn't.

Nothing would.

Although, riding carriage from the train station to the American hotel, he'd seen an opium den on every corner, not unlike saloons. Every place had a favourite vice. He was sure it'd be days before he started partaking. If not hours.

Dean didn't unpack.

He only had an hour to himself and he spent it washing and dressing again. He combed his hair in the gold-framed mirror on his dark-blue wall and stared at the spectre of himself there. He looked far from a legendary explorer. Far from carrying on his family tradition. He looked like a ghost and he knew that he was, that he had to be, or else why would he feel so empty?

There was a convoy out of town, set up for the first day of the expedition. The entirely of the thing took only another hour, so close that they had no need for tents or sleeping in the rough, which suited Dean just fine. No one could see him shaking, sweating and vomiting. The nightmares too; those were his and his alone, once again.

He shared an open-topped carriage with two other men and a small woman decked out in absurd clothing, heavy tweeds and whites that would get soiled within the minute. But she had a sly look to her face, like there were secrets there. She talked in low tones to the man beside her, dark haired and dark tanned but with blue eyes that glowed in the sun. He reminded Dean of a particularly unruly cat they'd had back in Newport.

Not even eight hours without a drink, and this was what his mind was doing.

It all fell away as they approached the site.

Dean had seen things before, great wondrous things and things that made his head spin strange but all of them, every single one, was eclipsed in an instant. Great hulking stone structures jutted out of golden sand, toned the same so only the shadows and the scaffolds really distinguished them. The road clogged with traffic, with yelling in a tongue he didn't yet understand and carts full of artifacts, bumping along recklessly.

And men crawled everywhere, men in great white clothes and men dressed in the western fashion too. A few women slipped among them with parasols, dressed in drab travelling clothes but occasionally, he caught a flash of bright silk, violet or peach or baby blue, in keeping with the summer season. A melting pot bigger and broader than New York City or San Francisco. Noisier and dustier than both as well; vendors prowled the crowded street, yelling their wares. They stayed out of the way of their convoy, though, owing to the armed bodyguards flanking them front and back.

Handy.

The Sphinx rose up suddenly out of the mess of the crowd, half beautiful and half grotesque, chipping and dying and glorious all at once. Pictures and other depictions, even the stereo-scope Dean had spent so much time looking at in his youth, none of that did this vision any justice. Beholding it himself was breathtaking.

Even among all the shit and the dirt, the caterwauling and the dust, there was soaring beauty.

The world was like that.

At least, the world was like that for other people.

Dean saw, after further consideration, just a crumbling facade that, centuries later, vultures like him were picking apart, in the interest of science and history. Or else just for money, if they were being honest. Most of them were not honest.

He looked back into the carriage, considered the new stain of mud on his canvas and brown leather boots. Well, things would only get dirtier from here on in.

“You're Dean Winchester,” the woman opposite him said, her voice clear and loud, accent American and untraceable, rather like his.

So they were doing this; talking. It had taken long long minutes and he'd rather have done without but it was the polite thing to do.

He nodded, felt that placid, social smile tug automatically at the corners of his mouth.

“You're well-informed.”

“I'm Meg Masters, I'm sort of the right hand man on this expedition. So, yes, it's kind of my business. Your reputation precedes you.”

“It generally does, for good or for ill.”

“A little of both, I think.”

Dean felt the corner of his mouth lift despite detesting small talk; there was more to her than appeared, and he generally liked that about women, if nothing else.

“You'll like it here,” she assured him, tilting her hat against the sun and the sand as they rounded a corner. They passed the great amalgam of stone, head of a woman, body of a lion, and other assorted things, her vague expression betraying nothing. Rather like Meg's. “You haven't been briefed yet.”

“I am due for that once we're on site.”

“Mm, not really. That's the standard fare for everyone else. But you? You're a Winchester. We don't have you sorting through the same muck as everyone else.”

Were those devil's jewels real, Dean wondered? His father's letter expounded on it; a set of necklaces, bracelets and rings that would catapult the wearer to the throne of all Hell. It seemed far-fetched but everything did about this strange, undiscovered world under the sand.

“So what am I after?” Dean asked, tilting his head, eyes swerving towards the other two gentleman in the car.

“They're privy to all my information, don't worry. This is Castiel,” Meg introduced the man with the bright blue eyes beside her, clutching at his tawny jacket with her doe-skin gloves. “And this is Brady. Both in the employ of our leader and benefactor. So you're among friends, Dean.”

Dean nodded, considered both men a little longer and without reason to distrust them or the woman yet, he eased down. Listened attentively.

It was the same general malarkey he usually heard when hunting preternatural artifacts; ancient secrets, do not disturb, on and on and on. It wasn't just jewels, though Bobby had been half right; they did exist, supposedly, they did factor into Daniel's plan quite heavily.

Which itself was suspect, but Dean wasn't in the business of questioning his employer's motives. Dean was here to get paid.

Along with the set of jewelry, there were untold bottles with things trapped inside; djinn, ghul, demi-gods, demons. Any stoppered bottle was to be suspect, was to be catalogued carefully and announced immediately to the right people, Meg and her cronies, in fact, could assess the situation.

Beings trapped in bottles was entirely too rooted in fiction for Dean's tastes. He'd never come across one in reality, and he'd come across a great many strange things. Spirits, sometimes, clung onto possessions from their lives, attached themselves to trinkets or snuff boxes or dolls. But nothing, so far as Dean knew, could be trapped in a vessel.

And he did have hundreds of years of research behind him on this.

But, he smiled, nodded, listened and considered what he might find beyond the huge structures they passed. They came out of the crowded street and carried on behind some structures, further and further out until the yelling of the vendors faded away completely. It was just their ten carts and the quiet, the wind whipping past and the sand crackling faintly.

The briefing was more or less the same. Less ghosts and monsters, more keeping things intact and being extraordinarily careful.

Dean hid his shaking hands behind his back, mopped at his sweaty brow in turns and, generally, didn't look too out of sorts for the heat of the day and how it affected everyone else.

But his stomach felt knotted hard, his mind foggy.

They had rations of water, and water would not do the trick, not for this dry mouth.

Dean fell in with the troops, so to speak. They all marched through dug-out trails, flanked by men with torches along narrow walls. There were rooms open along each side, some dim and dark and empty, others bustling with activity. They walked for sweaty ages, or at least it seemed that way. Dean was finding time falling apart rapidly as his system flushed all the precious alcohol out.

His head pounded, he sweat everywhere. Still. Two, three months of this now. He had better get used to it.

The paper in his hand said 'cavern #13' and of course it would, of course they'd stuff a Winchester in the cursed number. He found it after half an hour of drudging alongside his compatriots and found himself immediately alone as they all continued forth.

That was well enough.

Dean sighed, sagged against the inside wall out of view and took a moment to himself. Peace and quiet. It was nice, at long last, after so much jostling and shouting and close quarters sweating. Alone.

Dean prized that moment.

He opened his eyes eventually, shrugged his jacket off, laid his hat on top of it on the dusty ground and shouldered his bag of tools. It wasn't heavy but he grunted, rapidly out of shape and missing the extra boost of physical confidence from the drink. Terrible, how it changed you.

Terrible how he wasn't sure he could live without it.

“Alright, cavern number thirteen,” Dean muttered to himself, glancing around the cramped space. Here and there, things poked out of the sandy dirt. He wasn't sure what this was, whether burial or something else. He was no expert in any case.

He started in the corner, far right, and noted the proceedings, which were: dust, dirt. More dust and dirt. Broken pottery. Dirt.

This room was utterly uninteresting, uninspiring and vaguely claustrophobic. Although the walls closing in could easily be any number of horrible reactions. Dean stood with his back to everything, his arm on the wall and his head on that, wiping his sweat off for the millionth time on his rolled up shirt-sleeves.

Was the cavern spinning? Or was that him?

Did it even matter, anymore? All he had were notes on dirt and debris.

A cool wind sailed through the place and Dean spun around, frowning deep enough that it nearly hurt his face.

And now, in the center of the cavern, resting on a sealed up sarcophagus half-covered with dirt, there was a vase. Green and gold, glinting, appearing to move in the torchlight and then it did move, side to side, threatening to topple and Dean sucked in a hard breath, raced to grab the strange new artifact.

He misjudged distance, time, everything going weird as he stretched his hand out of it and brushed it too hard with trebling fingers. The vase fell, cracked loud against the slab of stone and split into two, three pieces, big and wide but pieces nonetheless.

Dean swore, reaching out to grab them when the room darkened, the torch shivered nearly out and smoke rose from the cracked vessel.

Black smoke.

You couldn't rightly call yourself a purveyor of all things mystical without knowing exactly what that meant.

Dean swore out loud, scrambled back to his starting corner, the rough stone of the cavern walls biting into his skin. He had nothing, he'd brought nothing, not so much as a grain of salt or a can of paint.

The smoke swirled around the room, filled it up huge and billowing and stopped a moment. It seemed to peer into the dimness, seemed to be looking for something and Dean prayed quietly to himself, to anything and everything that it wouldn't jam itself down his throat.

It didn't.

The smoke approached him and two hands jutted out from it, alongside Dean's clean-shaven face. He felt a chill, shook with more tremors than before when it caressed his skin and reached inside of his head. He felt that too, a cold prickle up the back of his neck, goosebumps raising on his arms, over the whole of his body.

Oh, it could see everything of him. It felt him inside and out and took him apart and put him back together, it moved with no regard for his sanity and contentment, it only sought and found and Dean squeezed his eyes shut, praying again it wouldn't take him for a host.

It didn't.

It spun around the room again, filled up every corner and dove down fast, circling the vase over and over; Dean felt it rather than saw, felt the breeze and the horrible waiting and then it whispered his name, low and sweet.

Dean opened his eyes, blinked to adjust to the brightness in the room again, the torch settled and steady.

Standing barefoot on the wide sarcophagus, the smoke had taken a form, crammed itself into a shape.

And it happened to look exactly like Dean's long-lost baby brother.

[acoupletshort]

Ask meme thing

tagged by the awesome-sauce @ladyalatariel 

rules: tag people you want to get to know better & bold what is true (bonus: ask me about any of the bolded (or not) stuff!)

I’m tagging: @heatherfield, @silkendreamer, @shewolf-in-red, @celeryaneffigy, @brainspam, @vulcanmarbles, @musanocturnis​, aaaand anyone who wanna play. (Likewise, feel free to ignore tags if you don’t wanna play! This is for fun, no pressure whatsoev.)

– appearance:

I am 5'7" or taller (... *scowls*) I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing (I haven’t even pierced my ears!) I have blonde hair (as dark blonde as it can get, but still blonde) I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined (BWAHAHA.) I have or have had braces

– personality:

I love meeting new people People tell me that I’m funny Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges I’m playfully rude with people I know well I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it (for realsies babe) There is something I would change about my personality (ugh)

– ability:

I can sing well (reasonably well) I can play an instrument (I used’ta’could but I can’t anymore) I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping (... how long a pause constitutes a stop? Because if I got the day, I’m sure I could do it... maybe...) I’m a fast runner (over very short distances, and with seriously asthma-esque problems afterwards, but I’m fast.) I can draw well I have a good memory (but only for stupid, unnecessary stuff) I’m good at doing math in my head (HAH!) I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling (in retrospect it must have been very puny people) I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch (but my roundhouse kick is much better)

– hobbies:

I enjoy playing sports (BWAHAHAHA. No.) I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing I do or have done martial arts (jiu-jitsu, hence the previously mentioned roundhouse kick! I had the questionable honour of holding the local record for concussions...)

– experiences:

I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a tv show in one sitting I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or er in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

– relationships:

I have a crush on a celebrity I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend

– my life:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I live close to my school (not anymore!) My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the united states (nope!) There is snow right now where I live (In the mountains at least.) I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone (According to Wikipedia my Nokia C5 is a smartphone, so there!) I have at least 15 cds I share my room with someone

– random shit:

I have breakdanced I know a person named Jamie I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life I speak at least 2 languages I have made a new friend in the past year