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toriwritesstories Ā· 2 months ago
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the other day I heard someone point out how since Arcane is animated, every little detail is intentionalā€¦ and yā€™all I cannot stop thinking about it.
Itā€™s not like live action, where someoneā€™s finger might twitch of their own accord and then we as fans read into it. Every thing we see on screen in arcane was intentionally put there.
Itā€™s like, on the surface level I knew this. I mean we all see how amazingly eyes are animated in this show for example
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and we all know how incredible this animation team is. But when you think about the fact that nothing was a split second decision that happened to make the cutā€¦ like
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The exact way Caitlyn collapsed into Viā€™s arms, it wasnā€™t an actor making a random decision that the directors liked. The exact way Cait clings to her and Vi hesitates, people thought so hard and made strategic decisions to put this together.
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Every stretch of skin was thought out, planned, animated to perfection.
I dunno, especially in context of the episode 8 scene, I just feel like this makes how incredibly executed it was even more groundbreaking. Because nothing was a one-off take that made it through, everything was explicitly intentional, and fuck I just think thatā€™s beautiful.
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hinamie Ā· 5 months ago
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I'm always pushing you away from me / but you come back with gravity / and when I call, you come home
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bet-on-me-13 Ā· 5 months ago
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Danny commits to the Bit a bit too hard...
So! For the first few weeks after his accident, whenever Danny would try to help the people of Amity Park, he would be treated as a Villain.
No matter if he had just defeated the Big Bad of the Week or saved a Cat from a tree, everybody in town only saw him as a Monster or Villain to he feared and hunted down. Danny was really getting sick of trying to get them on his side, until Sam made a suggestion.
"Why not just...play into it?" She said, barely looking up from painting her nails.
It was just an offhand suggestion, but it stuck with Danny. Why shouldn't he lean into it? The people of Amity Park already saw Ghosts as Evil, and they already assumed he was in cahoots with the Ghosts attacking the town. Why shouldn't he just...play into it?
So he does just that.
From that day on, whenever Phantom was spotted he would dramatically monologue about his Evil Plans, or claim that another Rogues attack on the City was his own act of terror.
Box Ghost destroys the towns Warehouses? It was on his orders.
Ember mind controls masses of Teenagers? All part of his Plans somehow.
Every Adult in Town is kidnapped by Young Blood? Danny gave them over to a friend as a Gift.
He crafts an identity for himself as the most Vile and Horrible Ghost that has ever attacked the City, using his own infamy to cement his legend even more firmly. The town only sees a Monsterous Villain, who has eveded capture near effortlessly for months on end, who constantly attacks their City and gets away with it.
Of course he still needs an excuse for how his plans keep getting stopped, and he gets it when his girlfriend Valerie becomes the Red Huntress. Before that, he just claimed infighting or the Fentons getting lucky, but Valerie becoming the Town's Hero meant he had a plausible excuse for how he kept getting "Foiled".
Val was suspicious, because she was not as involved as Phantom painted her to be, but in the end she had no proof of him faking his defeats. And she couldn't come up with any explanations for why he would do that in the first place. I mean, who would fake being a Supervillain? It had to he something else.
This did come back to bite him a while later, when the Justice League decided that enough was enough, and dispatched Justice League Dark to recruit Red Huntress and help Deal with him.
Coincidentally, that was the same day Pariah Dark attacked the Mortal Realm and sucked Amity Park into the Ghost Zone.
And honestly? Danny had spent over a Year proclaiming himself as a Villain who commanded Ghosts to attack the Human Realm, and he had heard about the Right of Conquest being Absolute in the Ghost Zone, so why not make it official? Why not overthrow the Ghost King, become the Ghost King, and cement his identity as a Villain while also forbidding Ghosts from entering the Human Realm without his permission?
He may have gotten a bit carried away and forgotten that the Villain thing was a disguise...but hey! He was still preventing Ghost Attacks! ...mostly. That's got to count for something right?
He may have let the Bit run a bit too far...
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egophiliac Ā· 1 year ago
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the Stitch crossover so far is just pure chaos and honestly, that tracks.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs Ā· 6 months ago
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MDZS x Brazil (1985)
(Yes. Real movie dialogue)
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evebestt Ā· 7 months ago
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"It was a raven that bore me news of Laena's death" he knows he fucked up
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daeyumi Ā· 3 months ago
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šŸ”¹ Anamnesis šŸ”¹
[Cycle of the Stars au]
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gusucloud Ā· 2 months ago
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Fangs of Fortune [episode 15]
ā€œYour ancestor, Bingyi,ā€
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hothammies Ā· 11 months ago
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"a fact so true, soĀ loud, that he canā€™t believe heā€™d been able to hear anything else before now."Ā  (fic by @campbyler)
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Let's address the MVP in the atom eve special: Zak
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He gave Eve an opening to show her interest. And when she got into detail, he listened to every word.
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He didn't disregard her intelligence or bitterly called her a "know-it-all" or called her names like "nerd" or "weirdo", instead, he was fascinated with her. He openly showed interest in wanting to know what she knows.
Of course there's a little personal agenda that he needed to learn these things but you can tell that he was genuine with her.
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What really made me feel so emotional is that Zak celebrates Eve, he proudly compliments her to her parents. And he's aware/probably aware that she's not a very verbal kid around her parents so he took it upon himself to prove her genius.
He showed every model Eve built and carefully picked them up to show them off. You can even see Eve smile when he showed the magnesium model. And even if he doesn't completely know what the final model is, he still praised it.
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And can we applaud this dude? He literally understood what was happening to her, what she was seeing, before her own parents did. And if this was his first time babysitting her? That's just all the more impressive of him to be able to realize.
Even as Zak said all that about Eve being able to see and memorize molecules, you can feel that he was amazed by Eve the entire time.
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You can see that Eve was visibly distressed in this moment cause her parents aren't the least bit happy.
But Zak handled it well. Teens would fold or agree when the adults seem to disagree or don't want to hear them out (especially if they're babysitting, wouldn't want to lose that pay). But that's not the case with him. He didn't raise his voice to be heard. But he made it known that he thinks what Eve knows and what she can do is cool.
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And most importantly, Zak didn't forget his manners. He thanked Eve and made sure she knows that she helped him a lot by showing that he's confident he'll do well in his test.
He literally did every single thing right. This boy was raised right. We don't have much info on him but he was a great character in the entirety of his screen time.
I don't think I can stress this enough but his whole scene was amazing.
Eve looks super young here and she might not remember this moment but I'm sure she's glad that at that moment, someone made her feel okay with herself.
That what she's seeing is okay.
That what she knows is okay.
And that it's okay to show it to others too.
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luna-loveboop Ā· 6 months ago
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Blue Four appreciation
I love Blue Four. 10/10 angry dude
(tone indicator for this post: positive and light-hearted. art and character from @linkeduniverse au)
His motto is "No thoughts head angry" I mean look at him! Every face is grumpy! How you can you hate him. He's got one emotion and it is mad
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He is very good at pointing accusingly at people
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(Green in the background was tired of it by the second time)
I also love this panel. Wild's body language perfectly captures the correct (only?) reaction to Blue
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He was freaked out by all of Four right then, but Blue was especially scary.
His pose here matches a sketch from quite a while ago:
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This pleases me
ALSO
Blue was mad at Champ for shoving him,
But his reaction to Twilight's injury was the same as Wild's.
I think they really bonded in this moment:
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Same face
And how he has his hair tucked behind his right ear just because he's more edgy? Iconic
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Blue four was brought into existence and is full of rage about it, and I relate to respect that
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>>>:(((
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shanastoryteller Ā· 1 month ago
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Apocalypse Never
They help Dad into the cabin, more coherent than he was when they first broke him out, and Sam heads back to the car for their bags, for the Colt, and tries not to think about how everything has gone so quickly to shit. Mom and Jessicaā€™s killer got away, again, but theyā€™re all alive. Thatā€™s not nothing, thatā€™s ā€“
The pain hits him so completely and suddenly that he has no chance to brace himself for it. Usually it builds, first prickling pain then greater, but this is something else. It feels like nails are being shoved into his skull, images coming almost too fast for him to follow. He doesnā€™t realize heā€™s screaming until it stops, until he comes to with his head in his brotherā€™s lap, Deanā€™s arms pinning him down and his face white and terrified above him. ā€œSammy? Sammy, youā€™re bleeding. Whatā€™s wrong?ā€
His throat is too raw and tight to speak even if he wanted to. He does want to, but he canā€™t, he canā€™t say a goddamn thing.
I saved the world for you, he thinks wildly, and I didnā€™t even get to keep you. How fucked up is that?
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He doesnā€™t know if his future self couldnā€™t send it all back any further, or if he thought that this would give Sam less time to fuck things up.
For a couple terrifying minutes, Sam had taken control of Lucifer. For a couple exhilarating minutes, Sam had the power of an archangel.
That sending the knowledge of the future back four years in the past was the best thing he could think to do with it leaves Sam with a poor opinion of the man he became. Then again, he had saved the world, so. Thereā€™s that.
He doesnā€™t want to think of the him that had fallen into the pit with Lucifer and Michael. He hopes he can save him by making different choices, but maybe he canā€™t. Alternate universes, or parallel ones, or whatever. Maybe that Sam is damned for good and the best he could do was save a different version of himself, a different version of his brother.
Thereā€™s not much point in wondering about it. Heā€™ll never know either way.
Itā€™s memories with no emotions, thank fuck, because just the knowledge of it all is enough to drive him to his knees, to edge him to weeping and whimpering and slitting his wrists if he lets it.
Heā€™s not going to. He has work to do. There will be time to fall apart after, when the world is safe. When Dean is safe.
Dean after Dad had died and given him that ultimatum had been bad enough. Dean after forty years in hell had been nearly unrecognizable.
He wipes the blood from his face, ushers Dean back inside, and tries not to think too hard about what heā€™s about to do.
Dean figures out itā€™s Azazel in Dadā€™s body and theyā€™re pinned to the wall and Sam waits until Azazel is hovering over him, hand next to his head as he tilts his head back and breathes over Samā€™s lips. Itā€™s a torture and a powerplay, to let the want in his eyes come out in his fatherā€™s face, to make it Johnā€™s body thatā€™s pressed so nauseatingly close to his own.
Sam isnā€™t the same person he was four years ago, ten minutes ago.
Breaking out of Azazelā€™s hold is easy. Heā€™s using the equivalent of a single finger to keep them down, like pinning down a butterfly, and it's only enough until it isnā€™t.
He grabs Azazelā€™s face and pulls him close, hears the beginning of his laughter before Sam seals their mouths together. Heā€™s making a deal here, selling his soul sure as anything, just not with Azazel.
Azazel leans into it, just like Sam knew he would, shoving his tongue in Samā€™s mouth and getting off at his instinctive flinch of disgust, of the way Deanā€™s screaming bloody murder behind him. Azazel hasnā€™t hurt Dean yet. Samā€™s going to make sure he never will.
He bites down hard. Blood fills his mouth and he sucks on his tongue, drinking as much as he can. It doesn't tase like iron, not like it should, instead it's sweet and thick like honey. He thought Azazel would pull back now, but heā€™s still laughing into Samā€™s mouth, even bites the inside of his cheek to add to the blood from his tongue, and he just lets Sam drink his fill. Of course, he doesnā€™t know what Sam knows. If Sam had done this the first time, the only thing the blood would have done would be to get him high and useless.
It means he gets more than a mouthful, that itā€™s long minutes of keeping his eyes closed and swallowing and trying not to think too hard about how itā€™s Dadā€™s hands on him and Dadā€™s hard on at his thigh and Dadā€™s tongue heā€™s sucking on. Heā€™s already got four yearsā€™ worth of nightmares in his head. No need to add more than necessary.
His skin is buzzing, feeling stretched out over him like his body is too big for it suddenly, almost like the aches of growing pains but more electric. Azazel pulls back and licks up the side of his face, leaving blood and spit behind, and breathes into his ear, ā€œIf you missed me feeding you, boy, all you had to do was ask.ā€
Yeah, thatā€™s enough of that.
He shoves Azazel back without moving his hands, hard enough that he stumbles, and he has to move fast, before he gets a smart idea like snapping Dadā€™s neck or bursting his heart. He raises his hand and heā€™d settle for an exorcism, but power is lying heavy and thick in his veins. Destroying Lilith nearly killed him and Azazel is more powerful than Lilith and the blood he drank shouldnā€™t be nearly enough.
But fear sparks in Azazelā€™s yellow eyes and he starts choking, black smoke leaking from his ears and out his mouth. ā€œHow-ā€
Sam doesnā€™t let him finish. He remembers killing Samhain, killing Alastair, killing Lilith. He knows what to do.
Azazel dies screaming. Mom and Jessica are avenged. Itā€™s not as satisfying as he thought itā€™d be.
Dad is on his hands and knees, taking in deep lungfuls of air. Sam knows from experience that being possessed isnā€™t pleasant.
ā€œSammy?ā€
He forces himself to look over, sees his brother approaching him with hands outstretched. The fear hasnā€™t gone anywhere even with Azazel dead, even with Dad alive, even though he doesnā€™t have any of the devastating injuries he sustained last time.
He doesnā€™t have the emotions to go along with the memory of the first time Dean saw him drinking demon blood, but he imagines it was something like this. ā€œIā€™m sorry.ā€
ā€œSammy,ā€ Dean says again, but Dadā€™s getting to his feet, Dadā€™s looking at the Colt, and Sam canā€™t die yet. He still has work to do.
Itā€™s not a conscious thought, not something he actively tries to do, itā€™s just one minute heā€™s there in a cabin with his father and brother and the next heā€™s in the middle of a field, the night air crisp and clear and a million stars shining above him.
He couldnā€™t do that before.
Thereā€™s something wrong, he thinks, because he doesnā€™t remember what drinking demon blood felt like, but he remembers describing it, and this isnā€™t right. He should be drained after that, should feel almost normal again, but instead itā€™s like there are bees pinging around inside him, like thereā€™s molten lava in his veins, like heā€™s dying.
Heā€™s dying, he realizes suddenly, the power threatening to eat him alive. He looks down at his arms, like heā€™s expecting to see them crisping up beneath moonlight, but they look normal, like skin. Of course itā€™s not killing him, no matter what it feels like. Heā€™s Luciferā€™s perfect vessel. Thereā€™s no power his body canā€™t contain, none except Godā€™s, maybe, and it looks like heā€™s long past making house calls.
It wonā€™t kill him, but it hurts like hell, and he canā€™t think, he needs to burn it off somehow. Heā€™s never had this problem before, not even when he drank all that blood for Lucifer.
Heā€™s standing in Bobbyā€™s living room and he doesnā€™t understand why until he sees the body on his kitchen table wrapped in a white sheet. He doesnā€™t know how Bobby got rid of the paramedics, if heā€™s maybe holding the body for her family, but Sam thinks he knows how to get rid of some of the itching along his skin.
Sam died a lot, in those weeks he and Dean were apart. Lucifer was true to his word. Sam came back every time.
He pulls down the sheet, sees the ways Megā€™s face has settled into death in the past day, how decay has started to take hold and left her blue and cold and her skin slack. He leans down, presses a kiss to her cheek, and thinks that this is the least he owes her, for what she endured because of him, for trying to help him even at the bitter end.
She gasps to life beneath him, warmth flooding her skin and air stuttering into her lungs. ā€œSam?ā€ she asks, fear and confusion and a pain thatā€™s not physical.
Maybe she wonā€™t want to live, considering everything sheā€™s been through, but at least now the choice is hers and not a demonā€™s. There are footsteps and he turns to see Bobby standing in the doorway, gun pointed to the ground and mouth open in shock. Sam doesnā€™t have time to worry about it, instead heā€™s gone, the same burning still clawing its way out of his bones.
Caleb lies slumped in the chair Meg had tied him to, throat slit and eyes empty. Sam puts his hands on his shoulders, presses his lips to his bald head, and feels the moment his heart starts beating again. He sends the ropes falling with barely a thought and heā€™s gone the moment he hears his first confused groan.
Pastor Jim is laid out in his home, church workers Sam vaguely recognize huddled around him in prayer, his final send off. Heā€™s just glad he got here before they burned him. They start screaming when they see him but he leans down, internally wincing at how Jimā€™s going to explain his way out of this one, and kisses his forehead, a reversal of the paternal tenderness Jim had shown him as a child.
His chest rises and his eyes open and his eyebrows push together. ā€œSam, what-ā€œ
He doesnā€™t stick around to hear the end of that question, figures itā€™s not anything he can answer anyway.
It takes him a long moment of staring out at the snow covered peaks and too close sky and the brilliant sun hitting his face even though it was just the middle of the night for him to place himself, even though it shouldnā€™t be enough, but he knows where he is even though he shouldnā€™t.
The airā€™s too thin and heā€™s going to give himself altitude sickness if he lingers and he should probably be freezing to death but his blood is still running too hot. Not burning, not like it was before he brought three people back from the dead, but still far from comfortable.
Still. He canā€™t say he ever thought heā€™d ever get to see the view from Mt. Everest.
ā€œCastiel,ā€ he says. ā€œItā€™s Sam Winchester. We need to talk.ā€
Nothing. Typical.
ā€œI know about Godā€™s plan, about Lucifer and Michael, about my role as his vessel. I know about you, Cas. Youā€™re going to want to hear me out.ā€
Thereā€™s the rustle of wings behind him and he turns to see Cas, younger than he looked before. Jimmy Novak younger than heā€™d been before. He wonders about that for a moment. Heā€™d half expected Cas to show up as a sherpa rather than nip to America for a vessel, but Cas had kept the shape of Jimmy Novak even after his physical body perished, so maybe thereā€™s a deeper preference there than just convenience.
His face is as cold as their surroundings. ā€œYou have strayed from Godā€™s light.ā€
ā€œYeah, well, what good has he ever done me?ā€ he asks tiredly. He used to believe. He believed yesterday. He prayed this morning. Even when he met Cas the first time, he believed. ā€œI canā€™t explain. Can you just read my mind? We donā€™t have time.ā€
His eyebrows push together, but Cas has to be curious, otherwise he wouldnā€™t have said anything. He steps forward and presses two fingers against Samā€™s forehead. He doesnā€™t feel any different, but when Cas lowers his hand, heā€™s lost his stoicism. Shock, despair, and anger chase themselves across his feature and Sam canā€™t blame him.
Heā€™s not the only who lost his faith in the future.
ā€œYou said there were thousands of seals,ā€ he says. ā€œHow many exactly?ā€
His eyes snap to Samā€™s. ā€œWhat?ā€
ā€œGod loved Lucifer,ā€ he says. ā€œItā€™s why he imprisoned him rather than destroying him. Itā€™s why he left him a way out. Maybe itā€™s why he set up the apocalypse in the first place. I donā€™t know, I donā€™t care. All I know is that Iā€™m not letting him out, ever. So weā€™re going to destroy every seal we can.ā€
Some canā€™t be undone, like the first one, a righteous man torturing an innocent soul in hell. But there are plenty that can, hopefully enough, hopefully most. If there are less than sixty six seals available, then Lucifer is never getting out of his cage.
ā€œThere were originally ten thousand seals,ā€ Cas answers and Sam gets lightheaded for reasons that have nothing to do with thin air. ā€œOnly two thousand and thirty four seals are still viable.ā€
Okay, thatā€™s better. Not great, but better. ā€œLetā€™s get that number down to sixty five.ā€
ā€œYou are different,ā€ Cas says.
Of course heā€™s different. His fatherā€™s alive. His brother never went to hell. Sam has never known the utter desolation of being completely alone, of grief and guilt so heavy heā€™s surprised it didnā€™t break his spine as surely as Jakeā€™s knife in his back. He doesnā€™t actually remember feeling it, which is no small mercy, but he saw the effects of living with it, which is almost as bed. He'd thought what heā€™s feeling because of Jessica is as low as he could get. Itā€™s not even close.
He wants to dig up her bones and breathe life into them, but at almost a year dead he thinks thatā€™s beyond even this strange new power. Even like this, heā€™s failing Jessica one more time.
ā€œGot any ideas?ā€ he asks. ā€œIt wasnā€™t like this before. With the blood.ā€
Heā€™d drank Ruby nearly dry more than once. It had been a high and then a crash and never did it give him access to this type of power.
ā€œAzazel is ā€“ was a prince of hell,ā€ Cas answers.
Sam frowns. ā€œI thought he was king?ā€
ā€œHe was regent,ā€ he corrects, ā€œbut to be a prince is separate from being ruler of hell. Lucifer created Lilith from bone, as Adam and Eve were made. The princes were created from his blood. Azazelā€™s blood is, in a way, Luciferā€™s.ā€
Luciferā€™s blood. Sam, his vessel, drinking down Luciferā€™s blood, as a baby and now. Except as a baby heā€™d only had a few drops. Heā€™d consumed a lot more than that back at the cabin.
Demon blood always wore off. The few drops of Azazelā€™s blood heā€™d gotten as a baby never had. He probably should have taken that into consideration, but there hadnā€™t been any time.
ā€œLucifer is evil but he is not a demon,ā€ Cas continues.
Sam realizes suddenly that he did have power like this once. When he locked away Lucifer inside of him and took his power for his own. Itā€™s not the same, not even close, but itā€™s similar. ā€œThis is what angel blood does?ā€
ā€œNo,ā€ he says. ā€œThis is what Archangel Luciferā€™s blood does to his perfect vessel. I believe. This has never happened before, so I cannot be certain. You are, as always, one of kind, Sam Winchester.ā€
Itā€™s not quite a compliment, but itā€™s not as combative as he remembers Castiel being in the beginning. Heā€™ll take it. ā€œGuess weā€™ll figure it out together, then. If youā€™re sticking around to help prevent the apocalypse.ā€
If heā€™s not, this is going to be more than difficult. Tracking down all the seals without an angel on his side isnā€™t going to be impossible, but pretty damn close. And he doesnā€™t know how much time he has. Hell is going to be pissed about him killing Azazel. Heaven is probably going to take notice once he starts destroying seals so they can never be opened. Not to mention, heā€™s definitely going to be on huntersā€™ radar. Even if Dad can keep his mouth shut about him drinking demon blood, which he knows better than to rely on, him bringing back people from the dead is going to spread quickly. Heā€™s going to be hunted at all sides, just like last time.
At least last time he had Dean, even broken, even when he was broken himself. He still had his brother.
But this is the price for saving him. For making sure that Dean is never in the position to kick off the apocalypse in the first place, to make it so Lucifer never again walks the earth even if heaven and hell reincarnate him and Dean and try and start this all over again.
Heā€™s going to be killed for it, he knows, by demons or angels or hunters. But that doesnā€™t matter much in the grand scheme of things.
ā€œYes,ā€ Cas says. ā€œIt is better for us all if the future you saw never comes to pass. I will help you.ā€
He grins, clapping Cas on the shoulder, and only laughs at the glare he receives in return. They have to get out of here before the altitude makes him loopy. Maybe it already has.
Heā€™s going to save the world for his brother and heā€™s not even going to get to keep him.
How fucked up is that?
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marimbles Ā· 3 months ago
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Please elaborate in the tags if you are so inclined šŸ˜ŒšŸ«¶
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nayrring Ā· 7 months ago
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Kagaya said if i'm going down, i will be going down looking cunty as shit
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egophiliac Ā· 1 year ago
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so on the subject of the "Crowley is secretly Revaan/Laverne/Levin/please Twst give us his name" theory, I think my feelings are best summed up as "I don't really buy it, but it's funny". like, in all seriousness, I'm not opposed to it; I have enjoyed the writing in Twst so far and I'm willing to trust that whatever happens will, you know, make sense and not be terrible. but I'm just not really convinced by the current evidence! maybe that'll change once we learn more, we'll see!
with that said, may I propose a few alternate theories about the possible Crowley/Revaan connection:
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#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#on this installment of things nobody asked but i'm going to talk about anyway#disclaimer that this is mostly a joke please don't get mad at me#(legit no shade to anyone) (speculation is one of the fun things about an ongoing fandom and you never know what'll turn out to be true!)#more seriously i do think there may be some connection that just isn't clear yet#but the more little breadcrumbs we get about what revaan was like the more i think crowley just doesn't act like him#i adore crowley don't get me wrong#(yes he's a dipshit. this is a feature not a bug.)#but like.#not to harp on the scene about lilia's nrc invitation (i am absolutely going to harp on it)#i do not believe that crowley would go through the trash to fish out the pieces and put them back together and save them#just because it was lilia's. just because lilia might want it again someday.#crowley can āœØyasashiiāœØ all he wants but we know what he's like#and i REALLY do not believe that lilia wouldn't recognize him. i didn't believe it before and i extra don't believe it now.#then again i do tend to be incredibly off about speculation so! who knows! i will trust the writing for now!#i do 100% believe that meleanor would fall in love with the world's biggest dumbass and then double down super hard. that part tracks.#that said i have decided that ambrose being revaan is actually the funnier option just because it would make crowley SO mad#it wouldn't make sense for him to be mad about it and that would just make him madder
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poorly-drawn-mdzs Ā· 3 months ago
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Normal boy spotted.
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