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keikakudori · 2 years ago

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They were a beast and the heart of a beast. Here, in this moment, they were once more thrust into opposing sides. Here, it was here, in this moment, that Aizen Sousuke had understood one thing; that this Quincy had done something for which SHE COULD NEVER AGAIN FIND HERSELF FORGIVEN.

How swift the Hollow that lurched and moved, claws catching flesh but not enough, not nearly enough to satisfy the wrath which howled within vein and bone, a raw sensation that unfurled like vast wings. It subsumed thought into the impulse to sink those rows of fangs into the soft and yielding surface of the girl's throat. How easily it would rip open for his desires if he was to do that very thing here.

There was no thought of the viper yet, for he was not as important as the dark-haired girl that had done this.

Yet inattention was a compounding thing for the flickering blade was quick to lash at his shoulders, splitting arms from their moorings and making them drop towards the ground. There was a roar that staggered the air, a bellowing of rage and pain, that grinding cry of a Hollow even as the sky seemed to crack above them.

For it was true that Hollows could call out for aid, was it not?

The dark figure didn't stop, however. Brown swirled like streams of seaweed caught in underwater currents, flowed about the broad shoulders in curling swirls that did nothing to hide the sudden flowing of fresh limbs that burst into view. Naked from bindings, the cut straps were starting to sag even as the beast's head whipped about and a noise almost like a WHINE escaped the Hollow, a sound that was not something made by a human throat.

Why are you hurting me? it seemed to say. Why are you hurting me? I am not your foe.

Naked arms spanned out to his sides, hands blackened with the color creeping along those forearms until fading once more into the naturally tanned skin that was Aizen's own. Dark talons curled in long points of glassy ink as the monster seemed to hesitate for a second even as the blade rose and was set to that chest. Blank depths of white widened for a second and a thick chirp that was unsettled sounded.

Something in the monster seemed to recognize what that stance was.

Then the blade became an eruption of pain, plunging again and again and AGAIN through that figure, a torso left punctured time and time again, sending puffs of blood into the air with each protrusion of the weapon through him. It knocked the Hollow back, step by agonized step, the beast letting out snarls of agony as taloned feet flexed and curled to try to grasp at the ground that was not there. The air itself let out a loud metallic SCREECH as those claws raked upon it, seeking to bring him to a proper halt from the motion which had left him hurled back.

Yet still the beast did not drop whilst the fang made from sharp-edged carbon steel bit through that body again and again, puncturing organs, nearly tearing the body apart. Every blow left speckles of shards, glistening like an unseen constellation within the flesh. How bright it must have shone to the awareness of the revenant stepping forth to do war upon the figure of the man he had once named his own captain.

But neither of them were who they had once been, were they?

How the monstrous form hunched forward when the onslaught suddenly ceased, ragged straps of what remained of those bindings sagging where they had not been destroyed entirely, slithering with blood-wet PLOPS upon the ground beneath his feet. And still the monster stood, those pale eyes focused less upon the Quincy and far more upon this figure that he knew. There was an understanding here. He knew who this person was. He knew--- somewhere within that head was a voice, crying out, howling a name that seemed to expel between his fangs.

❝ Gih--... G-... ❞

An attempt to vocalize.

An attempt that failed.

The arm lifted, and those eyes went wide again before a snarl was ripping the air apart and the half-clad monster was moving again, less than a blur and more of a thought, distance put between them. Yet not fast enough. Not enough, even as the shards of blade were left to obey the command of the one who wielded that wakizashi. Flesh cratered and grew void in the impact of poison that raced through his torso, one shard, then another and another, all expanding outwards like supernovae, the hearts of stars bursting asunder and devouring the flesh they were embedded within. It grew, like poisonous flowers speeding through the gestalt nature of bud to blossom, eradicating the housing of meat and bone alike.

The sound was grotesque, more akin to a balloon engorged with blood being slammed into a flat surface and exploding on impact. What had once been the form of Aizen Sousuke -- his body, at least -- was left being DEVOURED BY THAT POISON.

How that day echoed endlessly between them, bouncing ever in a Moebius strip between them both.

From the waist up did not remain much of the proud man's body, not with those pieces flung aside; regrown arms and head flying to separate landing points even as the lower portion of his form was left to collapse down upon itself. The remnants of organs were left to slew across the ground, the raw septic stink of ruptured bowels rising to the air while blood flooded outwards. The slick red-purple containers of the body's secrets were left to disgorge themselves upon the terrain at hand, thick heavy slops of organic matter a spewing mess of ruin, ragged edges fleshy and bright with coloration that seemed somehow wrong from where they spilled out. Gobbets of meat were scattered about from where the devouring bursts of that poison had hurled them like fleshy shrapnel here and there upon the landscape and they still quivered with the force of impact that had left them decorating their current housing. Red-glossed shards of bone could be picked out here and there, if one looked close enough, yet so much had been devoured by the poison contained within those fragments.

But not enough.

It was not enough to stop him.

Had that not been established on that day two years ago when Gin had reached his hand out, just as he did now, and commanded that poison to consume Aizen's heart?

Did he not own it? He had owned it for so long. It only made a certain sense that the one who was Aizen's right hand had the right to devour that heart.

It began with the spine.

The jagged ends began to move and close, forming a complete vertebrae before it was stretching out like a growing snake, from lumbar vertebrae to cervical, a bud swelling at the tip into a proper skull. Ribs suddenly swept upwards and around to complete the latticework of anatomical foundation stones, conjoining into the bone of the sternum. Yellow fibrous filaments of nerves were next, slithering through the vertebrae, followed next by the tissues which were part of the spine, sacks of fluid that cushioned each one in visible nature. One bone was left stacked atop another until the skull began to grow in a strange inversion of Rudobon's own ability where those endless soldiers would be born from the so-called fruits of the skulls. How quickly if formed, teeth visible from sharper canines to bright molars, gleaming brightly and sharply in that moment.

Clavicles beget shoulders, arm bones extruding like the branches of a tree's branches and forming the groundwork for those limbs. Then came the sudden engulfing of muscle fibres, rising along the established bones, skin growing over it and sweeping to conceal the bones which had been left so naked. Accompanying those muscle fibres were the branching network of veins sliding alongside the nervous system that grew, waving about and then laying flat against the body, forming the network of arteries and capillaries bound by tubes of further tissue. An unwinding, an undoing, fueled by the power of the Hogyoku itself for it would not permit that to last. All in breathless heartbeats, organs starting to repair themselves even as that immortal body knitted itself together. Strands of hair began to sprout from that bald pate as muscle and tendon and skin all covered it, thick spools of brown sprouting and extending outwards, brows and lashes coming in like grass rising through the lingering snows of winter.

Perhaps most unsettling had been the fact that the Hogyoku had indeed dropped to the ground as well, but even in the midst of the body rebuilding itself, it rose and flared with a brilliant incandescence. How it vibrated, glowing with an inner fire akin to that of a newborn sun. How it echoed that day in its own right, glossy red-white muscles vanishing beneath the expanse of skin and still that orb glowed as if to remind them both of the bridge that they shared, the connection, intricate bonds that were unable to be spoken of with any coherence that others might understand. Was the crumbling orb now the heart of this monstrous immortal?

Once, Gin himself had held that very thing before everything had changed. He had known it for years. And it had known him.

Now that sphere was sinking into a chest left bared, the bindings no longer wrapping around that body, hiding nothing of that moment as it nested into that portion of his chest where it had once been housed. How it returned, pressing against skin before melding into it and still it pulsed, flickering like a star caught against the velvet throat of night.

That black mask came next, into a shield of coal-dark hardness, whilst the void in his chest suddenly manifested once more.

The air suddenly crackled with a sudden swelling of power before it split with a ROAR. Once more, the jaws were agape and the screaming of the Hollow could not be denied this time, a rising howl cresting like the height of a wave as the ground beneath them TREMBLED. On and on and ON the sound went, the screaming of a soul bared and naked, which had sunk into a rage which could not be so easily stopped. How the earth shook, as if the world itself quaked in terror at the birth of the creature which had once more returned.

Had there been a vague sensation of hope and victory for the Quincy? Surely not. Not with the fact that Aizen had already gotten back up once already. A blade through his head and how he had dropped. No one else could claim this life but the silver-scaled snake that had long ago been given a home within that rib cage. Who better than him to take that life again? Who better than this serpent that had been allowed to sink into a place no one else had ever occupied in the life of the traitor? Gin had ever been given a place no one else ever had. And never would Aizen permit another soul to get so close again.

Losing Gin meant he would ever be closed off to others. He would never trust another soul in that way. He would never give anyone else what he had given freely to the viper that had ever been at his side.

There was no help, no aid. That body launched itself from the ground, taloned feet left to grasp upon a chunk of fallen masonry as another of those howls bulged upwards throughout the atmosphere, a cascading roaring filling the air.

It was the outcry of a wounded heart, broken, broken--- a terrible sound. That sound was the cry of one who had struggled for their whole life and were filled with a sense of loss that cut beyond flesh and bone. The wound was one which bled with no sign of healing ever have begun. How could it have? How could he ever hope to heal with the understanding that the fault LAID UPON HIS OWN SHOULDERS? And thus that howling, a raging noise that laid everything out in those moments.

In that noise was howled all of the grief, the anguish, the sheer PAIN that had been left to consume Aizen Sousuke in those two years hence. Words could not have conveyed the depth of LOSS that came through in that sound, an agony that was worse than the poison which had once more consumed the heart of the man who dwelt beneath the Hollow's mask. It was the screaming of the man's soul, a scream that had been echoing on and on, an endless refrain that had left him steeped in the deepest of sorrows. That loss could bring tears to the eyes, a scream that had bubbled up in his throat and remained caught for two years from that awful day finally being unleashed now, a scream of horror and of wounding, of unutterable emotions that could only be conveyed in this singular moment. It was a scream that could make many flinch back from what the sound held so tightly; a suffering, an awareness of one's own suffering.

A grieving that had no parallel. No healing. No path forward.

It was a sound that echoed something that made whatever the Quincy think was felt pale into insignificance.

There was love in that sound, an echoing of it even now. If one were to but cock their head and listen closely enough, perhaps one might hear something beneath the howling. A love that was of such boundless depths that it might startle those that had known him, to comprehend that Aizen Sousuke was not so heartless as all of that. Were the masks of Hollow not there to protect their heart, though? Was he not seeking to protect his own heart?

Yet how that voice seemed to echo in the sound, how it seemed to reach out, imploring, pleading for recognition, for the man who had come to eclipse and predominate so much of his outlook on life, who had become something that he had ever sought in his life -- who was the sole recipient of all that guilt and remorse, who was proof of the self-loathing and hatred that was directed at the would-be god. How he hated himself.

How this encounter pained him.

Gin--! Gin, please...! Gin! I'm sorry, Gin!

But that was if one knew what they were listening for.

Then the sound was cut off and the beast was snarling again. Bared from the waist now, with strands of hair draping across broad shoulders, power now unbound was left to blanket the area in a swelling tidal wave of immense pressure. He had always been powerful and had ever kept restraints on himself. Yet this was a power that could perhaps stagger even Gin in this moment, for he had only grown in strength in those two years, outclassing his already prodigious power that had swelled to new heights on that cold winter's day. So it was left to blanket this place and the Hollow was charging, moving without warning. The lack of the restraints meant that power was left to be a restraint its own.

Between one moment and the next, he was there before Gin.

Black-clawed hand lashing out, he was quick to grasp that slim wrist and twisted his grip with such quick speed that there was no chance for bones and tendons to withstand the pressure or the torque involved and a deep HISS erupted as the Hollow was quick to yank in the same motion with enough force to dislocate that arm from its anchor point from the shoulder. Then he was turning and the transformed godling was HURLING Gin with ferocity towards that plane of flattened terrain with such force that the air itself might be ripped from those lungs which held only a parody of breath. It'd be a miracle if those fingers retained their grip on Shinso and, if the blade had dropped in the wake of that break, the head of the Hollow tilted to look down towards the wakizashi before it was stooping, crouching to slide fingers out to the pale blue hilt with a sharp keening of sound.

With great care, the hand scooped up the blade before he rose and turned that pale stare towards the Quincy. Another snarling of sound before the beast began to pace towards her, each step wooden and dreadful in its gait. This was not the civilized, courteous man that had likely drawn the focus of Yhwach. This was a monster unleashed, the Hogyoku's brilliance contained in the chest which had once more formed that empty void within his chest, holding it suspended in that Hollow's hole.

He was going to kill her.

GIGI'S ORDERS TO DEFEND HER STILL REMAINED, RESONATING IN HIS HEAD. The moment that beast emerged, lunging forth to fling the Quincy from Gin's midst and into a pale tall tower reduced quickly to rubble, Gin was firing his Bankai-active blade once more to skewer into that deformed flesh. He aimed for the shoulders, both, rapid-succession swipes seeking to render the feral beast armless and incapable of mauling his master outright. He'd have to use teeth, fangs, that strange mask upon the face which once resided there in wide-eyed and distraught emotions, Gin seemed so distant and yet aware of the fact that he was cutting down Aizen Sousuke again and again, causing that evolution to surge forth tirelessly.

Such was the nature of this new and improved dance of theirs, death again and again, both of them lifeless and both of them incapable of truly dying. YET GIGI CALLED OUT TO HIM NOW, NEAR-BEGGING HIM TO STAY ALIVE. It seemed funny, almost enough to make Gin spit out a laugh so hoarse and empty it could be mistaken for a sob. Stay alive, don't let that thing kill him? He was already dead, he wasn't alive, and this thing had already killed him once before.

Aizen's rampaging called for heightened measures, and that restraint which once had Gin willing to forget, or pretend he forgot, about the poison which ran deep inside each particle of his blade... well, it was slipping. Slipping, perhaps, thanks to the fact that Gigi's thoughts also alluded towards poison of a different nature; the inherent opposites of Hollow and Quincy called for a rather poisonous encounter when Hollow inflicted Quincy with a wound seeped in their tainting reiatsu. Gigi was in pain, poisoned, so Gin sought to return the favor.

He couldn't stop himself, after all. HE HAD TO STOP AIZEN FROM HURTING HER ANY FURTHER. Shinso moved, aligning itself with the hilt placed at the center of his chest, both hands bracing around the weapon to firmly keep it steady. Aiming towards Aizen, Gin uttered a simple command.

❝ Buto: Renjin. ❞

An eruption. That was the best way to describe the immediate storm of blades so tightly plunging together that they were indiscernible from one another, a mass that was not visible in motion -- only in the brief split-millisecond moment that they spent skewering every inch of Aizen's body. Roaring, the sound barrier snapped at the same time as the blades receded, invisible in motion save for the delayed woosh of air as it was blown via force of the unfathomable speed. Stabbed over hundreds of times within the span of the same fraction of a millisecond, Gin also relinquished several pieces of his poison-laced blade whilst Kamishini No Yari delivered its grueling strikes. The terrain that stretched eight miles beyond Aizen Sousuke's husk was now terraformed, flattened, and pulverized into rubble.

Gin lowered Shinso, wakizashi-length once more and notably missing a sizable sliver of steel from the center of its now-bloodied length. Onwards he stepped, needing to near himself to properly activate what awaited within the hundreds of wounds freshly afflicted to the Hollowfied beast. Limb outstretched, yet did not touch, as a empty reenactment commenced with the vacant-spoken words drifting into the air between them.

YOU'RE GONNA DIE WITH A HOLE IN YOUR HEART, JUST LIKE YOU ALWAYS WANTED.

❝ Kill, Kamishini No Yari. ❞

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via-l0ve · 1 year ago

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can u pls do supernatural boys reactions to u really liking cuddles, hugs, kisses and shit like that? like physical touch being ur love language

ty, luv ur work ♥︎♥︎♥︎

Physical Touch (SPN pref!)

a/n: IM BACK I SWEAR TO GOD GUYS IM BSCK IM BACK IM BACK

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff

dean:

Dean LOVES physical touch

that’s my dean headcannon

i love him and he loves cuddles and kisses and all that lovey shit

while sam is researching please just get on his lap and wrap your legs around him and just cuddle

he always has a hand on your back or holding your hand or a hand in your back pocket

always touching you

people think dean is all about making out with people but i feel like he would just kiss all over your face like muah muah muah until he’s covered every part of your face but your lips and then he kisses ur lips.

you’re a passenger princess in the impala

he has a glove box with all of your stuff in it

he just loves it.

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Sam:

sam likes physical touch but not as much as dean

like please cuddle him all the time but also he has anger issues and needs minutes sometimes

but he just loves it most of the time

he’s always kissing your nose and forehead

he finds you asleep on the couch? he’s picking you up and taking you to cuddle.

he always wants to see you in his shirts and just kiss you all over the place

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Castiel:

MY BABY!!!

cas would adore any kind of affection

he’s kind of a “head empty no thoughts” boy and so you can just kiss all over his face and he’ll keep talking

he’s talking to dean and you kiss his cheek twenty times and he never breaks

it’s honestly very cute and i love him so much

he always wants cuddles

always secretly has a wing around you

i just love him dude :(

he deserves the best.

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Crowley:

PLEASE

please

please sit on his lap on his throne and just straddle him

he will BUST

(not a nut but ykwim)

he’s literally so happy to hold you

but he’s also a devil so he can’t hold you all the time

he’s got business to take care of

but when he can

he will

all the time

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel #castiel x reader #crowley #crowley x reader #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #sam winchester supernatural #castiel supernatural #dean winchester supernatural

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yuyulie · 8 months ago

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Feel free to ignore everyone but I've just been looking at some of the things I made over the years and its so many things I gave up on lmao 😭😭 I see a bunch of things online, go and recreate them in MD/Blender and most of the time they either don't work in game or the textures look like shit 💀💀 so if anyone wants to see them, check down below 👇🏽👇🏽

Had to go in the whatsapp chat archives with my irl to find this BUT THIS WAS MY FIRST MESH from back in sept 2022 apparently? I was soooooooo proud of myself this took me literally like a week bc of the weights and then the textures and I used the fuck outta this top in my game, every sim of mine was wearing it 🙂‍↕️ lmao but i took a break from the sims in jan '23 bc of my internship and when I came back I was like "OMG this looks like SHIT???

I'll be honest I don't remember ever opening this in game 😭 but apparently this top was like 20k~ polys??? Crazy times

NGL i feel bad abt deleting the first top since i made it for a tiktok cc process vid and people asked me when i was planning on releasing and i was like yea soon 😊 then never did shjdbhjdbfds

THE SANDALS WERE MY FIRST EVER PAIR OF SHOES but the straps would disappear when i made the sims feet bigger 😭 but its fine now i (kinda) learned how to make (very simple) shoes now so maybe ill post some soon 🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽

The hat was cute but in cas my sims would get the question mark when i put it on them i don't know why?? and the bikini belt thing was just meh so i got rid of it

The first top was also my favorite for awhile but the weights were kinda weird, everything else also had the same problems and honestly im glad they did bc they were all ugly af, SUPER high poly and just looked like caca in game thank god i deleted them (there were more things i made in between this and the next pic im abt to show but i don't have any pics soooo)

This hello kitty necklaces I was so proud of and I made SO MANY SWATCHES (18!!!) but bc i always rush to finish everything before getting in game, when i finally checked them they looked real nice im ngl BUT the morphing was sooo bad on small beads😭😭 they looked even worse on the masc frames RIP

I don't have the ref I used for this anymore but it was a really cute bonnet, mine just looked like a crumbled piece of paper plus its from last year so I didn't know how to retopologize or how to sculpt in Blender

This was supposed to come out with one of the simblreen gifts but again I didn't like the morphs but I did use the base of the cross for my other cross necklaces so i guess not completely useless 🤞🏽🤞🏽

Still proud of the lighter but I don't know what I was going for 😪

The mp3 was so fun to make but the weights were kinda weird and I didn't know how to fix them 🙄 (I did ended up using the earphones for the folasade collection 👌🏽)

Both were supposed to come out in the denim set BUT the more I looked at the pants the less I liked them and the skirt I just felt like it didn't belong with the jeans I did release?? its a cute skirt but I haven't felt like releasing it so 🚶🏽‍♀️🚶🏽‍♀️

I made this back when I wasn't mindful of where tops should stop/where the bottom part starts if u don't want any clipping to happen (looking at the heroine top since it also had the same issue but I realised wayyy too late so couldn't go back and fix it LMAO) still its a cute top and I feel like I could fix it in sculpt mode now??? idk

Very high poly 😭

PINKPANTHERESS MY LOVE ♥♥♥ ( I made this around the time I started the follower set so I just kinda forgot abt it, maybe one day I'll go back n finish it)

I think this was the original idea I had for heroine top? I gave up on it bc I just knew the buttons were gonna morph horribly since they sit right on the chest (also i never realised how similar it was to the tiktok top lol)

Ok after this, all the pics are from stuff that was supposed to be on the follower set but this was the original mesh for the dee top and I had to remake it since I couldn't find tops with sleeves of that size to transfer weights from 😭😪 (if that makes sense)

THIS JUST DID NOT LOOK LIKE THE REF 💀💀💀 plus the 'flower' is soooooo bad 😭 sorry to whoever added this pic to the pinterest board I flopped so hard 😖

I just thought the quality of the textures was poor so I didn't even wanna put it up for download 💔 the jean quality I could definitely do better but the sheep patch/stitch(??idk) I couldn't find a clear high quality pic so yea 😪

i LOVED this one but kept having so many problems with it, first the dress was flying off the sim in cas, fixed that then the weights started acting up it was problem after problem lmao maybe one day ill sit down and take a look at it again

Cute skirt but the transparent/lace part would clip a lot

the pants would clip out of the skirt when sims walked and i was very confused since i obviously deleted parts of the jeans that aren't visible but that didn't work so idk

I also loved this headband but it was kinda hard to find a hair that would fit without clipping, if i ever find one I would definitely put it up for download 👆🏽👆🏽

It looks alright in sims4studio (i guess) but in game the textures were kinda blurry

CUTE but i forgot that buttons on the chest have shitty weights/uv's🤐

Thats all for now, I made so many other things but most of the time I just delete them bc i don't have the ability to make them work in game 😞plus I can't stand having files on my pc that im not using bc otherwise they r just taking up space 🤞🏽

#nonsims #some of the things have potential but the weights/uvs are my enemy 😩#sorry if theres any typos lmao 🙏🏽

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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So Y/N is almost done preparing her world famous pie which the whole gang loves. She puts the portion on different plates and goes to the kitchen table and puts one in front of charlie, one for Sam, one for Cas, one for Jack who looks at the plate like a 5 year old looks at disneyland for first time in real. And finally she puts the final plate in front of Dean with a little more thud and takes her seat.

Y/N- Oh Guys plz dig in…I hope you all like it!!

Cas- Yes Y/N, i must say it is very delicious, i would like to share the recipe with my fellow angel friends in heaven.. If you don’t mind ofcourse

Y/N- Yes ofcourse Cas, thank you, well i hope everyone in heaven atleast likes it and not like on earth!

*she gives a annoyed side look to Dean and goes back to eating*

Dean on other hand is staring at her plate, a plate which has a burnt toast on it rather than a pie. He looks at Sam giving him an expression with Sam reciprocating him with only an apologetic look. It is now he realises he was in huge trouble.

“Oh god dean , plz don’t stop” says Y/N as he makes her way down to her body, now ascending peppering kisses up her thigh.

“Can i take these off babe?” he asks tugging at hem of her shorts.

“Yes plz” she says whimpering, her whole body on her but also because she has a surprise planned underneath those shorts for him.

Finally after dragging her shorts off her body, agonisingly slow whilst no taking his lust blown eyes off her, he keeps on sucking his way till he reached to his prize. Kissing on top of her soaked panties “ Baby”, he goes in again and smells something fruity, well it is a fruit for him, that he loves to eat *wink wink* but why does her panties smell like his favourite apple pie. “ Babe?” he asks Y/N who has her eyes closed and fists balled in pleasure “Yeah Dean” she replies with a low voice. When he doesn’t reply she open her eyes and looks up to caught him staring confusingly between her legs . “ Babe , not that i mind, but why do my 🐱smells like apple pie.

She sits up nervously, “Oh Actually Dean, these are edible panties, and i, actually i ordered them in this flavour just for you…you know because apple pi…” before she could complete her sentence, Dean starts laughing “ Oh my God Y/N, an apple pie edible panties, that’s so fucking hilarious” . He continues to laugh not noticing how Y/N’s face drops in embarrassment. He didn’t mean to make fun of her, i mean his favourite pie and her 🐱, it was like a Heaven for Dean, but he was so caught up in the moment, he didn’t even notice Y/N get up and get dressed. His laughter dies out when he sees her finally.

Dean- Hey, why are you dressed babe?…i haven’t eaten yet..like literally

And he burst into laughter again which only stopped when he heard the door slammed shut and Y/N no where to be found

And the realisation dawned upon Dean

“Bollocks”

Charlie’s voice brings him back to current

“oh my god Y/N, this is so fucking delicious, damm girl, you are so good”

“thanks charlie, i have got some left in the fridge and since you appreciate it so much, it’s all yours”

Y/N replies to charlie hugging her, while giving Dean her death stare.

Dean looks down at his well Burn Toast Pie and knows he has to do something. FAST!!

🤓🤓🤓🤓

Oh Shucks!!!

Who is gonna help Deano

Sam?

Charlie?

Cas?

Jack…uhm no i guess

Or maybe Lulu?🤔🤔

Aw, I loved it. ♥♥♥ It was so funny seeing Dean pie-less.

He only got burned toast...OMG. My beloved pie enthusiast didn't get pie.

Dean, you fool. You don't laugh if your girl tries to do something sexy/naughty for you.

How can we fix this?

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The only way to get back in your good graces is to apologize and do something special for you.

So, Dean was looking online for eatable thongs for him to wear. 😈

He placed candles all over your shared room, and put on your favorite romantic music.

Dean will try to make things up to you tonight. And maybe, you'll get to taste his eatable thong too...🥵

#lulu answers #dean winchester #lovely mutuals #dean x reader #lulu answers with a story

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ihatedean · 6 months ago

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oh my god I’m so happy to find a spn fan who likes persona series as well. My favorite game is p5. Have you ever thought of a spn persona au/crossover?

hasdjh hi!! it's so cool to find people that share ur interests in the wild♥ you didn't ask, but my favorite is P3P!! i'm a huge minako fan and played the whole thing on my old PSP like four times. started reload too but as much as i love the characters and the story everything feels empty without her. i'm coping, i miss her a lot.

regarding the persona AU: i would LOVE to see them entering the midnight channel. it would be so fun to see them solve a case like that + they'd look soo pretty with glasses<3 maybe instead of saving some rando it's cas & sam looking for dean in a wild west themed dungeon while dean's shadow drives them insane by saying the weirdest shit ever. basically demon dean but worse, putting up a performance for the midnight channel :D

also sam: hanged man. i can't say i have a solid headcanon for dean i just need to say sam WOULD BE hanged man

#ty for the ask!! :D would love to know if you have any thoughts on spn x persona<3

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ssspringroll · 10 months ago

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the main function of my CAS g shade is just to add shadows really

no g shade -> my lite shader -> my photo shader

god i love shadows. depth. ♥

cas looks so naked to me without them now lol

#i dont know if im gonna finish this guy tbh theres no vibe #simoleon #why did the wrong pic upload the 1st time. ugh

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shalomelohim · 1 year ago

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מאיר בנאי - לך אלי (אודיו) - Lecha Eli by Meir Banai (Audio)

Great song !

♥ ♥ ♥

Lecha Eli / To Thee, O God / A Toi, O Dieu

Lecha eli teshukati, becha cheshki ve'ahavati To Thee, O God, is my passion, it is Thou whom I desire and love A Toi, O Dieu, Tu es ma passion, c'est Toi que je désire et que j'aime

Lecha libi vechilyotai, lecha ruchi venishmati To Thee is my heart and my mind, to Thee is my spirit and my soul A Toi sont mon cœur et mon esprit, à Toi sont mon esprit et mon âme

Lecha yadai lecha raglai u'mimach hee techunati To Thee are my hands, to Thee are my feet, and from Thee is my personality A Toi sont mes mains, à Toi sont mes pieds et de Toi est ma personnalité

Lecha atsmi lecha dami ve'ori im geviyati To Thee is my self, to Thee is my blood and my skin along with my body À Toi est mon moi, à Toi est mon sang et ma peau avec mon corps

Ah aaaah…..

Lecha einai vera'ayonai vetsurati vetavniti To Thee are my eyes and my thoughts, and my shape and my form A Toi sont mes yeux et mes pensées, et mon état et ma forme

Lecha ruchi lecha kochi u'mivtachi vetikvati To Thee is my spirit, to Thee is my strength and my trust and my hope A Toi est mon esprit, à Toi est ma force et ma confiance et mon espoir

Lecha eheme velo edme adey ta'ir et afelati To Thee I shall yearn and shall not quieten, until Thou shall illuminate my darkness Vers toi je me languirai et ne me calmerai pas, jusqu'à ce que tu éclaires mes ténèbres

Lecha ez'ak becha edbak adey shuvi le'admati To Thee I shall cry, to Thee I shall cling, until I return unto my earth Vers toi je crierai, vers toi je m'attacherai jusqu'à ce que je revienne sur ma terre

Ah aaaah…..

Lecha malchut lecha ge'ut, lecha te'ot tehilati To Thee is the Kingship, to Thee is the superiority, to Thee my praise shall befit A Toi est la royauté, à Toi est la supériorité, à Toi ma louange doit convenir

Lecha ezra be'et tsara, heye ezri betsarati From Thee aid comes at times of need, be my aid at my time of need De Toi vient l'aide en cas de besoin, sois mon aide au moment où j’en ai besoin

U'ma ani u'ma chaiyai u'ma kochi ve'otsmati And what am I, and what is my life, and what is my strength and my might Et que suis-je, et quelle est ma vie, et quelle est ma force et ma puissance

Kekash nidaf me'od nehedaf ve'ech tizkor meshugati As blowing chaff am I driven away, and how shall Thou remember my wrongdoings Comme le souffle de la paille, je suis chassé, et comment te souviendras-tu de mes méfaits

Ah aaaah…..

Ve'or ganuz lefanecha yehi sitri vesukati And the light which is hidden before Thee, shall be my protection and my shelter Et la lumière qui est cachée devant Toi, sera ma protection et mon abri

Vetachat tsel kenafecha tena na et mechitsati. And ‘neath the shade of Thy wings, please give my place unto me. Et sous l'ombre de Tes ailes, je t'en prie, donne-moi ma place.

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carolinasacco · 1 year ago

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I was tagged by @cuddlemonsterdean, thank you!! ♥♥♥

Rules: Make a new post and post a bit from your WIP

They crossed the portal in the blink of an eye. The darkness, dense and unfathomable, surrounded them. Dean peered into the absolute blackness, thinking that this is what emptiness must look like. Breaking through the veil of shadows, a delicate creature walked towards him radiating its own light. When she was just an arm's length away, she stopped. Like Jack the last time Dean had seen him, The Childlike Empress gave off an intoxicating frequency that could only be translated into love. Dean thought it made sense for her to do so, after all, they were both Gods in their respective worlds.

The air had a certain sensation of unreality, his body felt light and even breathing seemed easier.

"Trixie?" Dean said softly. The little woman laughed singly. "That's the curious name you've given me," she said in a delicate little voice like that of a bird. "Thank you. Welcome, savior and hero of all Fantasia." "Is this Fantasia?" Dean asked, looking beyond where the Empress was standing "I made it more… I don't know, luminous." "The beginnings are always dark; but Fantasia will be reborn, from your wishes, Dean. Wishes that will come true through me." "Through you?" "Yes, with this," Trixie held up the Aúryn, a medallion identical to the symbol on the book's covers. Dean looked at the Jewel for a moment and hung it around his neck. It was lighter than it seemed at first glance. "How many wishes do I have?" "As many as you want… the more the better. Fantasia will be richer and more varied."

Dean nodded, smiling at the idea of unlimited desires, and thought about showing Cas the Aúryn. He looked to his left but his friend wasn't there. Keres was standing to the right of him and seemed to be in some kind of trance watching the Empress. Dean turned the other way again and this time turned to look behind him. What he saw took his breath away. It was an unprecedented sight. A pair of gigantic translucent and glowing paws occupied his entire field of vision. He slowly raised his head following the direction of the legs. They seemed to be covered in some strange type of feathers or perhaps scales; In any case, it looked more like metal armor than something organic. The vaguely humanoid figure was standing in front of him and was as tall as a building. Then he remembered a comment Cas had made in passing, a long time ago: My true form is about the same size as the Chrysler Building. That was Castiel. He tried to look at his face, but where Castiel's head should be there seemed to be a kind of dome of light, and inside it different faces flickered, changing constantly. One of them was almost human, and somewhat resembled the face Dean knew him with. When Castiel noticed Dean watching him, his three pairs of wings wrapped around him like a cocoon, hiding him from his sight. "Al?" said the hunter, touching the other man's arm "Do you see what I see? Check it out." "It's… incredible," Keres whispered when he saw the angel. "Colossal." Dean reached into his pocket for the phone and checked to see if it still worked. He activated the camera, pointed it at his friend and took a photo. "Cas!" Dean shouted, but the angel did not move "CASTIEL! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" Cas fluffed the feathers lightly and a deafening whistle grated in Dean's ears. "I guess that's a yes. Get your wings out of the way, I want to take your picture, man." Another heavenly screech made them double in place. "Stop protesting and show us your face!" He insisted, amused. The wings finally retracted and they could see the dome of shifting heads tilt to one side. Dean rushed to take a photo, and as if it were something addictive, he began to photograph every detail he discovered, until a new scream from his friend told him that was enough. Castiel shifted uncomfortably and covered himself with his wings again. "Dean…" Keres called him. "Silara is waiting." "What?" "Wait until you make your first wish." Dean turned on his heel and saw the little elf watching him with amusement. "I'm sorry," he apologized smiling. "Okay, mmm… Let me think, I don't want this thing to twist my desire and everything to go wrong." "He's not a genie, Dean," Keres said. "And It's not a monkey's hand. Just make the wish. You don't even have to say it out loud if you don't want to, you just have to… feel it." "Oh! Okay, let's see…" Dean thought for a few seconds "I already have it: I want Fantasia to rebuild itself with every step I take in this world." He heard Silara's soft, lilting laugh. "Why are you laughing? Did I say something stupid?" "No. I laugh because I'm happy. Finally Fantasia will be reborn."

This is 90% of the last chapter I have written of my destiel fic Supernatural Interminable, set in the imaginary season 16.

It is a crossover with The Neverending Story by Michael Ende.

I will nominate @verobatto and @ladygon

#destiel #spn #deancas #supernatural #dean winchester #casdean #legit bjd #castiel

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bending-sickle · 10 months ago

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Character bingo Crowley 🌹

(and a rose for your efforts♥)

okay look i can explain

“violent urges”, “they could’ve been such a great character” and “genuinely what the fuck” are all explicitly about the utter bullshit lobotomy the writers gave him in the latter seasons, to say nothing of his ending. the motherfucker is smart. he’s a slippery fuck.* he knows not to get cocky and underestimate his enemies.

and you’re telling me, just as an example, that he toyed with lucifer? instead of digging a pit so deep it bent gravity and burying the devil there?!

(i’m watching season whatever and his utter hubris in trying to control amara is just. crowley, you know better.)

(him being smitten with dean i love and adore and happily accept but he would not lose his head like that, even if his half-beating heart took a walk.)

and then he kills himself? as a power move? “even when i lose, i win”? mark ilu but i have to disagree and hate that line so much. god i wish he’d done the speech that was cut out.

AND THEN HIS CORPSE ISN’T EVEN COLD WHEN HIS SACRIFICE GETS NULLIFIED AND LUCIFER ESCAPES

*deep breath*

probably should have coloured that “i’m the only one that knows anything” box too, huh?

(i am out of the fandom loop as to what the consensus is regarding him so i couldn’t pick the “i like the fanon better”)

anyway i love him. he’s the blorboest of blorbos and he deserved better.

(not to show my buffy the vampire slayer roots with spike’s story arc but if crowley had stayed almost-human and super-reluctantly joined team free will for realsies and he was the constant thorn in their side they can’t get rid of and he and cas went on adventures, i would have been so happy.)

(supernatural being unable to be an ensemble show is the root of many of my issues with it. “oh cas isn’t in this episode because he’s binging netflix” bitch the fuck.)

* eyyyy

send me characters

#sorry for the rant #thanks for the rose #i just. watching a character get so utterly destroyed like that. i hate it.#ask box adventures #crowley

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thewertsearch · 2 years ago

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Asks Compilation 20/11 - 2

CC: I will need to connect after my goofball moirail does so I can keep my goggles on )(is nefarious escapades. [...] CC: Isnt t)(at w)(at youre doing too? Joining late to keep an eye on yours? GA: I Dont Know For A Fact That She Is Mine CC: )(a)(a youre not supposed to know for a FACT dummy! [...] GA: I Know GA: But What If I Dont Really Want Her To Be That

This initially sounded like Kanaya wasn't sure if she wanted any kind of relationship with Vriska, but in retrospect, it's clear she was just confused about the type of relationship she wanted.

The post quoted above is my analysis of Equius and Nepeta's relationship. We now know, more or less, the 'reason' that she puts up with him - but I'm still not convinced she should.

For sure - it would have highlighted their relationship as a moirallegiance a lot earlier than the comic did.

I probably wasn't going to guess that they were moirails, though - hell, I still probably wouldn't be able to guess it, if it hadn't been explicitly stated!

I think moirallegiance is romantic. It exists under the umbrella of troll romance, after all. I just think it's also platonic - a contradiction that would confuse a human, but would make perfect sense to a troll.

Not a problem! Shipping dynamics are confusing enough when we're just talking about one type of relationship.

'The Joker has a pitch crush on Batman' is not the take I expected to see in my inbox, but damn if it doesn't make sense.

Never mind. This is the take I needed to see.

I see it, and I'm never going to stop seeing it. Honestly, I'm not sure Ianthe is capable of any kind of relationship other than a pitch one.

This is so funny. Is Homestuck really enhancing my reading of The Locked Tomb to this degree? Is this really what we're doing now?

Oh my god, I didn't even think about Augustine and Mercymorn. What they have going on is a hot mess, and kismesissitude describes it perfectly.

Oh, damn. Muir really is a diehard fan, isn't she? I'll have to read her fics when I'm done.

Just for the record: Harrow and Palamedes are totally moirails, and he auspisticizes for her and Gideon in Canaan House. In this essay I will

See, I know what you meant, but I do love the idea that swearing is banned on Alternia.

Maybe that's why they use quirks? To get past Trollian's filtering? lmao

Doof and Perry are clearly moirails, with Perry as the pacifier. His calming influence is obvious, as Doof's 'villainy' gradually becomes more and more benign throughout the show, and their relationship becomes increasingly casual.

"they seem like very good moirails! :)"

I wonder what the demographics are around troll orientations, actually. It seems as if you can form a kismesis/matesprit pair with a troll of any gender, so maybe trolls are predominantly pansexual.

Honestly, these symbols are very useful. The quadrants are surrounded by an overwhelming amount of terminology, so it's good to have them as shorthand. Equius♦Nepeta, Kanaya♥Rose, etc.

Anonymous asked: Something interesting is that Equius's violent impulses are actually comparatively stable. He definitely has them, but he's managed to get a constructive outlet for them in the form of robot cage-matches. Compare the outright-genocidal CA, vriska's manipul8ion and crippling of Tavros + murder of all those other trolls, or to a certain extent Terezi's own love of carnage. The only trolls in the top half of the hemospectrum we've met who haven't demonstrated any 'violent urges' are Kanaya and Gamzee [...] Equius might be fucked up, but he has mechanisms and strategies to not take it out on anyone around him.

There's also CC, the only high-blood whose disposition remains a relative unknown. We've just been semi-officially introduced to her, though, so we'll probably be seeing more of her soon.

Anyway, you're right - Equius has his coping mechanisms, and the implication is that he could be a lot worse. We haven't seen Nepeta act as his moirail yet, but maybe she's been doing so offscreen.

Thank you! I'm pretty sure it boils down to the fact that the quadrant system is fairly complex, and I love that shit. Give me a set of rules, and I'll analyze the hell out them, every time.

This is something that Hussie has always been good at, both in Homestuck and Problem Sleuth - and it seems like it can even make shipping interesting to me.

To Gamzee, Equius is a friend with detriments.

To Equius, Gamzee is a friend with weird caste system baggage that he isn't sure how to deal with. Plus, he's clearly into him, although I can't figure out in which quadrant.

Yeah, I guess it's always possible that a 'typical' auspistice doesn't need much social ability. When you get right down to it, all you really need to do is keep the warring parties apart, so anything beyond that might cross the line into advanced auspisticism.

Maybe a 'meddler' like Kanaya is indeed a rarity, which would make per a particularly popular auspistice. Like I said, there aren't a lot of trolls around with a disposition like hers.

I haven't decided yet if I'll be liveblogging anything after Homestuck - but I've added it to the list of prospective projects. We'll see how I feel when Homestuck is finished with, in late 2034.

Yup - if we interpret a 'spadekind specialist' as a master of caliginous relationships, then Karkat's the one who fits the bill.

#asks #full liveblog #act 5

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moon-simmers · 3 years ago

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Historical Simblr Tag Game

Thanks to @sinclairesimblr for the tag!! Answers below the cut! 💖

1. What has been your favorite time period to play in or which one are you most excited for?

I love playing in the Early Victorian Era, I haven’t played in the Late Victorian Era but I sure will love it. 1940 also has a lot of story material within the game

2. Do you have a favorite piece of historical cc? (CAS or BB)

I must have so many that I can’t think of a specific one. The sinks of @linzlu. The dresses of @vintagesimstress and @gilded-ghosts. The hairstyles of @buzzardly28 are never enough and are great.

3. Who is your favorite sim currently?

Evangeline is one of the most beautiful and historical sims I’ve done so far, although now in my save I’m playing with Suzette teen and OH MY GOD This girl is just beautiful.

4. What is your favorite world?

Brindleton Bay has a special place in my heart. Growing up and living in a seaside area I find very beautiful the different places it has. Hengford is obviously the second now, those wide green spaces are not in other world

5. Are you more gameplay or story focused?

I do not know if I consider myself as a writer, but I focus more on the story I want to tell and in abse to it I play with what I can and does not require poses or extra elements.

6. Do you like to play with pets in your historical saves?

I try to integrate them more than I can, because I play with many sims at once are sometimes annoying, including when they get sick and I have to make them recover

7. What's your biggest immersion breaking pet peeve with the game?

Townies in their random outfits. I’m also very upset about the light poles and billboards in Brindleton Bay on the dock. I’m also upset that you can’t cancel the appearance of the Seasons skating rinks

8. What's your favorite in-game historical item? (CAS or BB)

The Victorian Flower Dress from Vampires, I love that big dress. For the Buy section I think I choose the pictures from Cats&Dogs and from Build I choose the doors from Strangerville

9. What would you like to see as a new pack or asset to the game?

Being too specific? I would love a set inspired by the period of the Regency or Victorian Epoch, I would love the option of ballroom dances or that the option of walking is not only centered on Mt Komorebi. Maybe a letter system to replace the phone

10. What pack do you think is invaluable as a historical simmer?

Cottage Living without hesitation. Vampires also if you like the gothic style and its tools to build. If you’re more of the Mid Century style it would help to have Get Famous

11. Do you have a favorite mod to enhance historical gameplay?

The Timeless mod. I know it hasn't been updated in a while, but the reason my favorite lot is the bluffs in Windenburg is because the Timeless mod makes it SO perfect by removing all the DJ stuff. It's just a cliff and a bonfire and an old pond and a view of the sea ♥

12. What's your ideal family size for playing?

My minimum to play normally is 4, I am playing with large families usually

13. Do you use poses?

More than anything poses, I feel that there are many actions or reactions of sims that are very exaggerated or "modern". Although sometimes I use them as well.

14. Do you use any overrides in your game?

I must have a couple, I have the override of the fireplace lighter, the override of the floor mop to be a broom, an override of the puddle of water slip like muddy puddles, Lumia override for lighting and my own override of books

15. Do you, or did you, play off-the-grid during your game?

I despair that many CC candles appear as normal lamps, and I am very upset about the few options for cooking.

16. What lifespan do you play on?

I used to almost always play in Long, but the truth I felt that I was stagnating a lot playing so now I play in Normal

17. What inspired you to start playing historically?

This is a big question hahaha. I was always a fan of vintage stuff as long as I can remember, when I was playing TS3 I used the classic furniture but nothing more. When I discovered CC on TS4 and this beautiful Tumblr community I discovered that there was a way to play that suited my tastes

#tag game #historical #decades challenge #game

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artymcart · 3 years ago

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I personally like your AU! You're in a tough spot with Saileen, though. So many D/C shippers have used Saileen to rip Sam away from Dean (which you're clearly not doing!) I love that your Saileen is complicated and not all sugar-coated and is just as important (or nearly as much) as Destiel. I'm looking forward to more of your Endverse fanworks! Your wild, long-haired witchy Sam is DELISH. <3

First of all, thank you so much! ♥

Second and here I will begin to ramble:

I have seen Supernatural from DAY ONE. Season 1, Episode 1, in the small living room of an US friend who lived in Heidelberg and was, for some strange reason OBSESSED with Jared lol.

So I´ve seen the relationship of Dean and Sam getting more and more deeper over the years, there were souls getting traded and deals getting made and hey, they even share the same Heaven. Soulmates. The writers said so.

And then Cas came and things shifted and I, for myself, thought "What a cute looking mother f*cker" and was happy how the show got into Christian Apocalypse and Hey, wow, the brothers came down from a super old line of blood which always was destined to KILL each other.

Yadda yadda, we go on for like 6 years, there´s Ruby and Lisa and that Amelia..thing and Benny and what is this eye fuck thing with Cas? Will there ever happen something?

Are we..imagine this? Is it acting choice? Is it directed? Are they doing this on purpose? Why do I get hate on the Internet for asking that?

Anyway, Dean has Cas and long lasting eye moments.

Sam has books. And the writers decided to give Sam this..weird asexual energy which felt strange because yeah, he had trauma and books and the Men of Letters Bunker, but it felt wrong?

And here she comes, Eileen.

She´s smart and she´s able to defend herself. Yeah she´s deaf but tell her that and she´ll punch you in the face. She´s there and she has eyes for Sam and he´s OPEN and we see a side on him which makes him look 10 years younger.

THERE IS SOMETHING.

And then the writers thought: Hey, Sam I-have-no-character-development-since-season-12 Winchester needs MORE trauma. Let´s get the deaf woman, he likes and has hard crush on, killed by INVISIBLE creatures who pull her soul to friggin hell.

It´s Sam and Dean again, they hug, they cry silently in their pillows, they have breakfast together, it´s the end of the world.

Eileen comes back. As a ghost. And Sam has a thing for magic, from his witch wife he had to kill because the writers hate woman. He fights against teenagers, he brings Eileen back. She´s naked, they hug, he holds her tight, she looks comfy af.

And she´s besties with Dean and Cas likes her and if Mary would´ve met her she would have given Sam the "If you like it put a ring on it" speech, because Mary is not the most likeable but the most realistic female character on the show lol.

Yeah and then there´s Chuck and he tells them that he MADE Sam fall in love with her and we all know it´s bullshit but Eileen has doubts and she has to torture the guy she might thought she´s in love with? But God said different and hey, she´s not a Winchester, she´s not used to shit like this. It´s okay Eileen, we feel you.

THEY KISS. HE´S HOLDING HER PRETTY FACE IN HIS HANDS AND SMACKS HER LIPS AND CLOSES HIS EYES AND SHE DOES TOO AND HE SAYS SOMETHING LIKE "IT´S REAL FOR ME" and then she goes. I cried. Sam cried. I have the kiss as my phone background.

And we´re back at Dean and Sam, fighting Evil, losing the things they love, winning back their own life, the price is a 5 months pause because of a global virus and that´s where I thought:

Fuck all of this. I´ll create an AU in which they won but everyone had to pay something for it but it makes more sense?

So I created the Endverse AU. And I seperated EVERYTHING I hate about the show and tried to make it more..realistic?

But at what point would´ve been realistic that Eileen splits the brothers? Or Cas? In the real world people also exist outside of relationships. We´re so DEEP in Fan Fiction, in which the goal is usually that there IS a relationship, that the focus is not always able to switch, story wise. That makes totally sense but I wanted a project that involves everything I love about Supernatural.

I wanted the drama, but the fun. The character growth and how you change in different sorroundings and circumstances. How people change you, how danger changes you, how family gives you new priorities. It´s not just Dean and Sam anymore.

It´s Dean, Sam, Eileen,Cas, Jack, Baby Robert and New Baby. It´s Jody and her girls and Garth and his family.

And they bicker, fight, nag. They´re humans, not these static figures we saw the last years. They change and that´s a good thing.

I love Sam and Eileen. I love Dean and Cas. But I also love the fandom, which without this world I created NEVER had grown so fast and got so big.

That´s why I´m so sad about shipping wars. It´s not about ships. I love my ships but I love Supernatural, not just these small fragments of it. I love the lore and the people, the stories and the fun, I love the family it created.

War hurts. I don´t want to waste time to bash people on the internet. I want to talk about what I love.

Sorry for this big ass rant :,D

But I really want to make clear that this whole thing is not something I decided easily but that I really put thought into my projects.

#arty answers #saileen #destiel #endverse AU

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