#its got a bit of the supernatural

[untilyouremember]

Nighttime for Just Us Two

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[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[prettyflyshyguy]

Cold posts this at 1 in the morning - get ya sad vampire fix:

[setevulpo]

i was thinking about the archangels and how fucked up being possessed by one of them would be and this was created. headcanons on what each (non-bloodline) vessel would go through while possessed! bon appétit

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michael

their vessel runs hot, grace a constant thrum under the skin that imitates a heartbeat well enough for those unaware not to notice. the blue glow that takes over their eyes upon the slightest provocation calms only when their enemies are on the ground, enochian seared into what’s left of their skin once the light dies down.

the heat that follows them shapes the air into wings too big for the space they’re in, even in the most expansive fields earth has. they have to watch out when stepping on grass, or stretching their wings too far into the trees, or fire will follow them too.

eventually it starts to burn, whatever body they’re in. the grace running through its veins turns closer to lava with each passing day, flares deep inside its chest and expands down to its hands when their anger rises. bruises showing up in blues no matter how old they are, burns in its skin hot to the touch.

a smell of fire and smoke follows them when they leave the vessel, and they set ablaze anything in their path on the way to a new body. the largest fires are caused by their rage, charred eyes and hearts left behind on their path.

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lucifer

there's something freezing under their skin, somehow encompassing entire rooms and digging into the skin of everyone around them. the air around them is cold enough to kill, frostbite reaching others before turning their own vessel's hands red with it. its lips are bitten red and raw because the taste of blood is almost intoxicating.

garbled enochian slips through in a constant downpour, because they are an angel and won't taint their tongue with a human language despite the way it burns their vessel's mouth. the easiest way to find them is following the trail of frozen footsteps and the scent of rust so strong it can be tasted.

the hypothermia that sets after some time is what leads them to find a new body, when the one they are wearing becomes too sluggish and their grace starts slipping through the dry cracks in its skin. all that's left is a cold body with its eyes frozen shut.

the earth bleeds on their path, water freezes red by being in their proximity, plants burn and die from the frost. their grace whips through the air and leaves bloody slashes in the skin of anyone who dares get in their way, the wounds never closing completely.

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raphael

their electricity can be felt under the skin of their vessel, sometimes shocking those who try landing their hands on it. their presence makes people’s hair stand on end, their voice resonates through the room in a way that makes it impossible to ignore. the fissures that appear on its skin from one day to the next are eerily similar to lightning.

the eyes of their vessel gain an unnatural brightness, something fiery that is just wrong when compared to the decaying state of the rest its body. their words flow in a way that’s almost hypnotic, calming until the next strike of their blade.

an ill-suited vessel can’t hold them for long. the tremors starting in its hands show that, as do the bouts of dizziness that hit them every so often. by the time their vessel starts losing its sight they have a new victim picked, their electricity having already eroded the brain of the previous.

it seems as if thunderstorms follow their grace, both rain and lightning falling close but never hitting them. wildfires start in their wake, raindrops never quite reaching their destination, and the injured miraculously recovering in hours.

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gabriel

there’s a wind hiding under their skin, usually unnoticeable to the common eye. they’re light on their feet, eyes travelling through every corner of the room they’re in, the air around them somehow feeling heavy with the power they chase. at times it blows stronger, the whole of them looking longer, bigger than their vessel, but it doesn’t last long anymore.

their vessel’s skin grows dry with time, tearing open with each snap of their fingers, grace pouring from its hands and giving life to lilies wherever it falls. all of their vessels’ hands are burnt by the time they leave, skin too fragile to handle their grace.

erosion is what kills their bodies, the debris that always seems to fly back towards them easily chipping away at flesh and bone. what’s left of the body after they take their leave isn’t enough to keep it alive, not with the dust coating its lungs.

tornadoes follow the path of their grace, leaving destruction and chaos between their vessels. they are angry, and they are frustrated, and the mayhem they create is the singular way they can be heard. the debris lifted by their rage is flung as far as their grace can reach.

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[ananke-xiii]

cas practising (en/forced) exo-/endo-cannibalism will always be important to me.

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

@what-if-i-just-did mentioned this and now I can't get it out of my head...

CHAOS DUO CHAOS DUO CHAOS DUO

adopted/half-siblings but AT WHAT COST TO THE REST OF US/hj

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

How silly is your Michael on a scale from 1 to 10?

Like a solid 7 I think he's actually a bit fucked up. His dad's like an 11 so he's not quite there but the more Mikey tries to differenciate himself from his silly arse dad the more he becomes like him.

[batcavescolony]

S4 E4 Supernatural

Dean finds out that Sam is using his demon powers to expell demons without killing the host. Now I understand both sides, it's not like I'm on one side, I see both. On Dean's side a literal Angel of the Lord came down to say 'talk shit into your brother or we go after him' and he found out Sam was lying to him for like a year. But on Sam's side he found out he's like the things he hunts, but he found a way to help people with the evil thing he was given. They're both going through it, they're both scared and traumatized, they both are right and wrong.

[blackmoldmp3]

drew something else that made me go wait i went to art school….

[wibble-wobbegong]

on one hand i don’t think any mike powers theory is able to be canon without ruining his meta. on the other i really like them anyway because they pull at the supernatural weirdness of mike’s character and open up new lines of discussion even if i don’t want some of the conclusions people come to to be canon. these hands are holding each other so tightly

[bloodfreakcastiel]

do you think dean and eliot ness explored each other’s bodies

[saturnisfallingdown]

(guy whos 2/3rds of the way through a series voice) hey i should start a liveblog tag

[urxsavingxgrace]

"Well this is a surprise." Sonya says as she entered the underworld, she may have been around the human world but to be in the underworld is something new to her in recent years. ( Sonya to either supernatural Hunter or Shawn.)

"I don't actually belong here.. just visitin' my brother here. Been a while and I missed him. Ya know he gets bored with torturing souls and such. I'm just visiting since I got kicked from upstairs..." Shawn says. "Got my wings back on good behavior though!"

Hunter shakes his head at Shawn and turns his attention to Sonya. "Welcome welcome, I've remodeled the place a bit. Ya know there's not so much fire and brimstone...yeah you can smell it, how could ya not, but like I've got a whole corporate type deal going here now. Check that out." He summons a portal with the snap of his fingers and shows the two changes he made. "Who said Hell can't be paradise too? I'm bored with damnation and what have you. Need to try something new. This folks know they fucked up. No need to rub it in. Now some do deserve to be tortured for sure. For example, this motherfucker right here preys on children. He gets the worst imaginable torture."

"By that he means he made the guys dick fall off." Shawn says bluntly and makes a face. "That's kinda funny actually. Not really torture..at least not to us." He snickers with Hunter.

[waywardsalt]

beating back my own ambitions like look i have a hard enough time reigning in my own ideas dont be pulling this shit

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Mmmmmmm I gotta take the SAT on Thursday, so imma do some practice tests tomorrow and Wednesday- if I do badly I have 2 tries next year so its...fine, I'm gonna try my best!!

After that I have the PERT for Duel enrollment which- really I could acre else about, if I pass I get college credit for my courses if I don't then inma still do those 2 course I need online no big deal but eh

And then next week I have to do the ACT I think I missed tjbepassing scor by like, ONE point also time so, hoping I pass this time lol

[aria0fgold]

Speedrun ramble bout my ocs, replica and nightmare cuz its 2: 20 am and i still need to do some chores, prepare to take a quick bath then sleep.

Nightmare is a supposedly part of an og species i made called Fright Deity which are beings that feed on fear but after some more thought and rewriting, everything bout his story fits the criteria of an Unknown so he's one now too. (And the reason why he got such a fancy title is cuz thats what ppl think of him what with his horror theme and need to scare so many ppl to feed on their fears).

Smth i havent told bout is that Unknowns are able to transfer their powers to someone else, making the other person an Unknown instead and basically also another way for the Unknown to die aside from killing em through their weakness.

Cuz basically, when a human gets turned into an Unknown, it's like their human self dies and replaced with smth entirely supernatural. So in a way Unknowns are like zombies who's only alive cuz of their powers so no powers equals death cuz they no longer have their human identity. (might do some expansion on that where if theyre able to find a way to retain their human self, even if they gave away their powers, they can still live but thats a work in progress).

Nightmare (name he got from ppl referring to him as that cuz he gives ppl nightmares, some way too scary the person can die in their sleep), is a victim of an Unknown transferring their power to him. His appearance and powers is a result of his own fears, the fear of death.

For Replica, she's the same with the majority of my other Unknowns where she became a subject of an experiment. But with her own special circumstance, unlike the others where it manifested immediately, hers was a late reaction in a way where the scientists deemed her a failed subject so she got discarded. Her transformation as an Unknown started when she got thrown into the ocean, so her powers are half influenced by what she wanted and half influenced by her environment (being in the bottom of the ocean and all that).