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[lunarsanctuary]

hey guys look at my herman alva fic

[butch--dean]

the confession (jensen's version) | the night we met

"In my mind, I was sitting there thinking that... you know, it was like this flashback—you know they say that when you're about to die your life flashes before you. In my mind, I was flashing back to Lazarus Rising and seeing him walk through the barn with the sparks flying and all of the sudden all of these clips in my mind of Castiel and walking into the lake, and all of these things that are ingrained in my memory and seeing this now character have to say goodbye, but also knowing that my friend was in there having to struggle with this as well and I just thought he did such an artful job and such an incredibly nuanced performance in that moment that I was really proud of." x

inspired by @drulalovescas's post | watch it on youtube

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ayyy im back with another Unedited human au snippet <3 it's almost entirely dialogue oopsies <3

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Eddie slows in putting his coat on - Barnaby isn’t sticking around to chat with fellow staff like usual. He’s in a rush, scrambling to grab his jacket and hurrying from behind the bar. He dashes through the door, looking like a man on a mission.

The door Mr. Frankly had just vanished through. 

Could he be…? No, Barnaby seems like a good man. But he had seemed a little pushy with Mr. Frankly, from what Eddie could tell. 

It couldn’t hurt to make sure.

Eddie frowns deeply as he goes outside, wincing slightly at the first burst of cold air after hours spent in a warm building. He’s just in time to see Barnaby jog up behind Frankly and close his car door before he can get in. Barnaby immediately leans against the door with his arms crossed, pinning it shut and blocking Frankly from the driver’s seat.

Eddie’s stomach plummets. Before he knows it, he’s speed-walking across the parking lot towards them, a fire burning in his chest and his hands curled into fists.

Frankly says something loud enough that Eddie can almost hear, his voice echoing in the empty lot. As Eddie watches, Barnaby pokes Frankly’s chest, making him stagger back a step.

“Hey!” Eddie barks. 

Both of them jump and whip around - Barnaby’s eyebrows shoot into his hair, while Frankly’s lowers into a flat line. 

“Eddie?” Barnaby says.

At the same time, Frankly says, “Mr. Dear?”

The two of them look at each other in surprise. Eddie pays the exchange no mind. He stops by Frankly, trying to slightly angle himself in front of him without making it too obvious.

“Is everything all right here?” he asks, looking Barnaby up and down. He really hopes this won’t come to blows - Eddie can throw a punch well enough, but Barnaby is an imposing figure. Eddie already knows he’d likely lose, but as long as he can buy Frankly a couple extra seconds…

“No, actually, everything is not fine,” Frankly says in a ticked-off - and strangely scolding - tone. 

Barnaby, not breaking eye-contact with Frankly, counters with, “Everything’s peachy, Ed.”

“You sure about that?” Eddie asks, trying to keep his tone amicable. 

“Scout’s honor.”

“Please,” Frankly scoffs, “you were never a boy scout. And that’s not the point - I am trying to get home!”

“You are trying to die in the most avoidable way possible.”

Eddie shoots Frankly a concerned look. “You’re what?”

“I am perfectly sober,” Frankly says.

Barnaby raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Your face is flushed.”

“It is not!”

Eddie winces. “It, uh, it is. A little.”

“It’s none of your business,” Frankly seethes. 

“Listen,” Barnaby sighs. He leans heavier against the car and rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t wanna be the one 'ta call Julie and deliver the news that her beloved Frankie went and got himself killed at the taco bell intersection.”

Frankly makes a high and derisive noise. “Excuse you, I have class. I’d die outside of Howdy’s.”

“Please, he’d turn your memorial into part of the gift shop. I can already see the signs - ‘dead friend sale, five percent off!’”

“I’m worth at least thirty percent.”

Eddie clears his throat and gestures between the two of them. “You two… know each other?”

“Unfortunately,” Frankly mutters.

Barnaby grins. “Aw, you’re just saying that. It’s okay - I know ya love me, Frankie. You don’t have to say it.”

“I do not.”

“I have evidence that proves otherwise.”

Frankly rolls his eyes. “You’re unbearable.”

“And yet…”

Eddie heaves a sigh - of relief or exhaustion, he’s not sure - and drags a hand over his face. “Alright. Good, I - good to know.”

“What, did’ja think I was attacking him?” After a moment of prolonged, awkward silence, Barnaby’s teasing smile drops. “Oh. You did.”

“Barnaby? Attack me?” Frankly snorts. “Give him some credit - he’s smarter than he looks.”

“Yeah, I’d have better chances taking on a pack’a hyenas!” Barnaby lets out a hearty cackle. “At least then we’d all get a laugh out of it!”

“So I misjudged the situation pretty terribly,” Eddie says, inching to the side to give Frankly his personal space back. “My apologies.”

“Don’t sweat it, Ed. I know Frank may look like a bundle of sticks, but he’s petrified wood all the way through! Pure stone, you know.” Barnaby grins and leans towards Eddie. He whispers conspiratorially, “‘Cept when it comes to holdin’ his liquor. Then he’s a total lightweight.”

“Barnaby,” Frankly hisses.

“Practically paper!”

“That’s enough, thank you!” Frankly makes an attempt at shoving Barnaby away from the car door, but Barnaby widens his stance. It’s like watching someone try to move a tree.

“See, this is how I know he shouldn’t be driving,” Barnaby says conversationally to Eddie. “If he were sober, I’d be the one drunk - punch-drunk, that is.”

Eddie isn’t sure whether or not he should laugh - was that a joke? Barnaby seems fond of them, but… surely Frankly isn’t a violent person. Frankly lets out a growl of frustration and clumsily tries to bodyslam Barnaby. Eddie inches back a step.

“Alright Frankie, you had your fun.” Barnaby scruffs Frankly like a misbehaving cat and holds him at arm's length. He holds out a hand. “C’mon. Keys.”

“Never.”

“Have it your way. I’ll go ahead and call Poppy, tell her that you’ve forgotten the many dangers of-”

“Oh, fine,” Frankly spits. He yanks his keys out of his pocket and slaps them into Barnaby’s waiting hand. 

Barnaby flicks the keys as Frankly stalks to the passenger side door and yanks it open. “Choose a place for dinner, we’ll swing by and pick it up - my treat.”

“Obviously your treat,” Frankly grumbles. “As if I’d-”

The slam of his door cuts off whatever he says next, though Eddie can see him still talking in the car. His phone screen illuminates his irritated expression as he - presumably - looks up places for takeout. 

“Well, I’m glad you were here to stop him from doin’ somethin’ everyone would regret,” Eddie says. “Mr. Frankly-” 

“Mr. Frankly?” Barnaby snorts. “You’re not one of his students, are ya?”

“I’m just bein’ polite. He set the tone by referrin’ to me by Mr. Dear, so I’m tryin’ to respect that line in the sand.”

Barnaby shakes his head, grinning. “Just call him Frank. He puts up a big show of bein' a grouch, but he’s really a big softie. Though don’t - don’t try to pick a fight with him. Ever. You’ll lose.”

“Wasn’t plannin' on it.” Eddie makes a mental note to keep calling him Mr. Frankly, just to be on the safe side. It’s not like they’re friends, anyway. More like… acquaintances. Occasional Run-Into-Each-Other strangers. 

[svnflowermoon]

luc's 1k followers event

ok hi hello so i don't normally do these but i felt like i should for 1k so here we go!!

to begin with, THANK YOU!! 1000 is crazy and i can't believe that that many people actually know i exist lmao

folklore - i make a moodboard of you / your blog

am - i make a moodboard of a character of your choice

kid krow - i make a moodboard of a ship of your choice

reputation - i make you a playlist

GUTS - i make a playlist of a character/ship of your choice

superache - i write a one-shot of a ship of your choice (but check my pinned post on @svnflower-writes for fandoms i write for)

snow angel - i write a letter from me to you (mutuals only)

this is what it feels like - i sketch a character/ship of your choice

the good witch - i give you book recommendations <3

rules/notes!

followers only!!

send requests in an ask, i won't respond if it's in the replies or reblogs of this post bc it'll be too messy

you can send up to two in one ask but you can do as many as you want in total

if I don't know the character or ship you want a moodboard, playlist, drawing, or oneshot of, i will not do your request (bc i wouldn't be able to do it accurately)

i may take a while to complete your request especially if it's writing or drawing

this event ends on the 1st of january

[cloudcountry]

Ajsgsbshsnsaj OMG CONGRATS ON 1K✨ I'd like to thank my sister for introducing me to your blog because your works make me blushhhh!!nsjhshsh! I feel like extrovert academy trained me properly for this so here goes...

Can I get an Azul Ashengrotto + Lullaby, please? Thank youuu!!! Qkjsbdhshsh 🥺

THANK YOU omg siblings read my blog together??? tahts so wholesome HELP??????

i wanted to make this fluffy and i was on the right track for like a second but i think i forgot to turn my train oops. (THE SONG IS FROM BAMBI BTW)

AZUL ASHENGROTTO + LULLABY (1k event details)

~~~~~

Azul grips the sleeve of your pajamas, lower lip wobbling as you stroke his hair. There was no need for you to come out here just for him, and now he has to compensate you somehow even though you’d never accept his payments and that was just so confusing but it wasn’t like that matters anyway because you’re here now and he can’t just shoo you away.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” Azul asks, not because he wants you to leave but because he also does.

“Than be here for you? No.” you answer, and it’s so sincere that Azul feels tears spill over his red cheeks.

His sniffling must have reached your ears by now but you just keep holding him, cradling him like he isn’t disgusting or ugly but lovely and wonderful and treasured. He wants to be those things so bad for you. But more importantly, he needs to be those things for himself.

That’s what you’d say. He knows you would.

“Love is a song that never ends, life may be swift and fleeting...” you hum, breaking him out of the walls he’s constructed around his heart, “Hope may die, yet love's beautiful music comes each day like the dawn...”

He doesn’t understand.

He doesn’t understand how you see a sniveling little octopus in your arms and decide to sing a song about love to him.

He doesn’t feel ready to understand. So he shuts his eyes and listens to you sing, feels you encase him in your love, and drifts off into the most peaceful sleep he’s ever had.

[wavetapper]

it's GENUINELY INSANE how phones literally halve in price A YEAR after their release. why do people buy new phones even are you not sick of it all

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

okay it’s showing in tags 😭 IN HINDSIGHT I LIKE IT BUT LIKE . it’s kind of . just . a bunch of words. yeah. this one is for me specifically i think

[punkishtoxtricity]

hi sweet tooth fandom chapter 1 is up!! leave comments or kudos if you want to!

[baekuras]

i also did more applying (and got 2 no's already which....hello autmated email after automated scan through website answers only looking at my school...certificate instead of current grades but whatever)

this means i am now awaiting 21 answers and gotta do at least 6 more letters and search for more

[savage-rhi]

Magenta 🤬

[jack-kellys]

ONLY SO FAR: the world. a newsies robin hood au with a modern and ancient twist.

The world is an ancient society in modern day. Perhaps buildings and ruins have been around since the ancient Greeks, it’s as if New York had been around when Odysseus had. A full-fledged city with settings of ruins and current families are descendents of heroes and rulers of long ago. There are modern weapons, there are guns and such weapons like those… But in a city so ancient, magic lies beneath, and often on the black market as well. Spell books, specialized items, enchanted weapons–arrows that aim true, swords that reflect the next move in their steel–they’re priceless, and often killed over, and as a result often end up in the wrong hands. Elite families have to gain power in a city like this somehow, and it is never via kind deeds. These elites enjoy the cover of being tech or business empires, using the glow of future prospects as a shield to hide their interests in more ancient and priceless powers. 

That said, some families are powerful in other ways. They’re called the Inclined, and they are exactly that: inclined to the ancient magics under the streets and subways of modern New York more than others. Spells can be uttered rather than studied, certain blades that act as an extended arm rather than a responsibility to be practiced. These individuals are rare, and are safer kept hidden- since often, they can become a weapon in the wrong hands as well. 

So the rich families have the luxury of paying for and hoarding these items that are either dangerous, or stolen from other families who can’t afford to come forth and claim them without disappearing. And, also, those at the top are much too fucking rich for anyone’s liking. 

INTRODUCING: THE UNDERGROUND.

Below the skyscrapers and through the subway tunnels are enchanted doors spread beneath the city. With a retina scan and an aura reading, one is permitted entry, and before them lies the base of operations for an international group of professional thieves...

the underground (x)

who's who in the underground (x)

[pears-trinkets]

everything sucks so hard rn idk

[khaoticqueer]

excited to propose to my gf next month, gonna do it at the cat cafe we had our first date at hehe

[monzterbatz]

PEOPLE REALLY LIKE TWOPHONE HUH

ty for all the traction ive gotten from this genuinely wild 🫶

hi guys. have some twophone for your troubles

blows up AAAAAAARGH

[tenrose]

I'm gonna read a tumblr beloved book: The Secret History.

This better be good.

[princessofxianle]

Feng Xin Week - check in

first half of the week is lookin way better than the second half rn but hey at least I have something for all seven now!