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While im here- the SOTW from LAES, with Girls Night! Yes Earth, Dazzle was a peanuts reference, Im glad they caught that. Shaded this the quickest way I could, that lasso tool my friend.
also the doodle page that goes with it cause I had to figure out Nebula.
Dont think too hard about all my comments on there.
#had to like. tweak nebulas look a lil. JUST A BIT.#lunar and earth show#laes earth#sams earth#laes nebula#laes dazzle#laes pollux#sams miku#tsams#myart#dies remember lunar awed- im actually really happy earth was like dissecting some of that
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#sun and moon show#dis a thing.#sams#eclipse#sams bloodmoon#bloodmoon#sams lunar#tsams eclipse#tlaes#tsams#tsams earth#tlaes Earth#tlaes lunar#tsams moon#solar#sun#dazzle deer#tsams sun#tsams solar#tsams nexus
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Did I ever mention he’s my favorite character? I really hope nothing bad happens to him!
#I did this last night and thought it was funny he died a day later#the sun and moon show#biblically accurate dca#fnaf security breach#original art#fnaf#sams fanart#sams eclipse#but I feel so bad 4 lunar man#eclipse deserved it tho#fivenightsatfreddysfanart#my art#fnaf sb#fnaf fanart
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It's terrible cause idk how to transition or anything rly, but this sont giv3s me mad lunar vibes soooo
Here's every frame, my daughter turned the lights off as I took the first Pic;-; but the color effect from ms rachel on the TV is kinda cool ig
#sams#the sun and moon show#sun and moon show#the lunar and earth show#laes#sams eclipse#sams lunar#earths in there too#rez laes#the offspring#youre gonna go far kid#inconsistent art style#yeetus#eclipse fucking dies#paper animatic#i posted the tikitak privately#i suck#super shitty
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After revisiting your "came back wrong" comic, absolutely wonderful btw, I came to a rather haunting realization.
Because it became true. But instead of Bloodmoon, it's Eclipse. And that's both much worse(for the characters), and much better(for the narrative).
Because both him and Lunar went through the same, and in a way seem to parallel each other, though that's probably me overthinking.
Both of them died. Both of them were blown to smithereens. Both of them came back after several months. Both found themselves in a body not their own. We've seen what they look like in every other universe.
Both of them came back wrong.
Lunar came back numb, quieter than before, with all their energy being a play. He came back running from unknown danger. They died a normal animatronic, and came back being more.
Eclipse is the opposite. He came back louder, erratic, full of madness. Where Lunar is running from unknown danger, he is sprinting towards it, not realizing the consequences until it's to late. Not to forget the star. Eclipse died being somewhat of a god, and came back as nothing more than a plaything, a puppet on a string.
In a twist of fate, they can relate best to each other now, and that might be the worst part for both of them.
Because what is there to do? Even though they understand, even though, one day, they might glance at each other and wonder "Do you feel the same?", they will never be able to confide in each other. Their relationship is beyond repair, and for good reason. Eclipse hurt Lunar, used and ab*sed him, and then blew him up.
This also opens up so much emotional baggage. What will Lunar think? Will he wonder "Do you regret what you did now, knowing how it felt?" Will a part of him feel the smallest bit of satisfaction? Will they ever be able to look at him at all, or will they forever hide away?
What about Eclipse? Will he feel guilty? He seems aware of the damage he has caused the celestial twins, even telling Ruin that he deserves what's coming for him, but he still showed no remorse when he talked to them.
I'm sorry this got so long, I am incredibly emotional about this right now, and I can't even begin to describe, how this makes me feel-
ANON OH MY GHOD /POS
DID YOU KNOW YOU HAVE THE BIGGEST FUCJING BRAIN EVER. DID YOU KNOW YOU'VE CONNECTED THE MOST PERFECT DOTS KNOWN TO MAN. HOLY SHIT.
LUNAR CAME BACK AS MORE AND ECLIPSE CAME BACK AS LESS BUT BOTH CAME BACK WRONG AAIAUAUAYAGAGGGHHHHHH
#asks#anon#other's thoughts and rambles#THIS IS LITERALLY#I'M . OH MY /GHOD./ I CAN'T EVEN LIKE STRING TOGETHER A COHERENT SENTENCE TO TRULY EXPRESS HOW MUCH I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR THOUGHTS HERE#UR LIKE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT ON THE PARALLELS BETWEEN THEM OMG. I WAS ACTUALLY LITERALLY TALKING ABT SMTH KINDA SIMILAR 2 MY FRIENDS ABOUT HOW#-ECLIPSE IS PROBABLY TAKING LIFE SO BADLY RN BC—JUST LIKE LUNAR—HE ACTUALLY /REMEMBERS/ DEATH#HE HAS EXPERIENCED LUNAR'S 'DIED AND CAME BACK' SITUATION FOR HIMSELF AND HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO COPE WITH THAT#AOOUUGGGGGHHHHH#/AND UR POINT ABOUT HOW SIMILAR THEY ARE NOW BUT HOW MUCH THEYD HATE THAT/ UUGGGHHHAAAAAAAA#i'm gunna DIEEEE anon your mind is huge. holy shit. oh my ghod#if the world was a kinder place then they would have been closer than ever bc of this but instead they have never been farther apart :((((#absolutely insane and git wrenching ramble anon ily forever.....#sun and moon show#the sun and moon show#tsams#sams#sams lunar#sams eclipse#lunar#eclipse#long post
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It was Lunar's birthday why did nobody fucking tell me
I made doodles of all(most) of his body's +Evil camo bc bby
I wanted to color them but they took away my crayons sob
#ik i said i wouldn't post much and ever since I've been spamming but hush lmao#BABY'S BIRTHDAY#IT'S BEEN A YEAR#THE BABY'S OFFICIALLY 1YO#ALREADY DIED AND GOT THRU 8 CHAR ARCS IN THE MEANTIME LOL#sams#sun and moon show#laes#lunar and earth show#lunar#fnaf lunar#lunar fanart#sams lunar#laes lunar#sams evil lunar#evil lunar#evil lunar my beloved#doodles#art#I'm so gonna spam art of him when i get home#just you wait
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⚠️⚠️⚠️SUPER ULTRA MAJOR SPOILERS AND CRYING AND MOURNING ABOUT TODAY’S EPISODE OF THE SUN AND MOON SHOW BELOW THE CUT!!!😭😭😭
WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH SOLAR’S FCKING DEAAAAAADDDDD NOOOOOOO MY BOY MY BLORBO MY MAN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO *crying intensifies*
So now that that’s out of the way, I am legit typing this while crying ToT
Soooo, Solar’s dead, now, huh? I am so FCKING sad right now you can’t even imagine it. Moon was so sad and he was crying and omfg his last few words/sentences
“I think this is it”
NOOOOOOOO don’t say that!! That is the part where I started to cryyy (I was walking home from school at the time with my friend @punypappy) I was so defeated inside omfg and
“I’m proud of you, both of you.”
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHSDKJCNASJKVNIJVANOVKJNVEAIJ WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO USSSSSSSSSSS?! HE HASN’T EVEN BEEN AROUND FOR THAT LONG NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lunar’s going to be so saaaaaaaaaaddddd. Solar was the first version of his brother he actually came to love, omfg now that he’s gone…… Naaaaaaauuurrr
I swear to got if he doesn’t dome back with all his memories (because I KNOW Moon wouldn’t just let him stay dead) I will die of sadness, and I’m sure all you Solar lovers/enjoyer out there are dying just as much as me :( we feel pain together in this fandom
SOLAR DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE AT ALL, WHAT DO YALL THINK *explodes* *goes to heaven with Solar*
ALSO I predicted this, isn’t that weird??? Why did I have to predict it, I never wanted solar to go into the light TnT
#HE JUST HE JUST HE JUST EVAPORATED#noooo I hate ruin so much now#the shows getting juicy again#suns the only one who hasn’t died#i was even saying the other day “sun and solar are the only ones who havent died”#and here I am curled up and crying TnT#hahskeleton#fnaf#sun and moon show#fnaf security breach#moondrop#floppy says something#sundrop#sams moon#sams lunar#sams nice eclipse#sams solar#sams sun#sams spoilers#sams rant#rambles and rants#sams ruin#tsams sun#tsams ruin#tsams eclipse#the sun and moon show#tsams moon#tsams#tsams rambles
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Another One Bites the Dust
If I posted it before I couldn’t find it so reupload maybe? This was right After the “Lunar Dies” episode and I’m still proud of how it turned out. This was also before the official model dropped, so I used my design for Eclipse (see below)
I do hesitate to post more art from this fandom since I’m not active in it anymore (personal reasons) but I want to revisit the crunchy monochrome style I used on the better pieces I made once I figure out the right subject matter to use
Removed marker streaks under cut plus bonus art of Eclipse and Solar from early on
#SAMS#TSAMS#sams eclipse#eclipse#extra petty#lunar dies#THAT episode#another one bites the dust#solar eclipse#tsams solar
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(since I got the 10 notes here is another part of if Castor dies AU
I just couldn’t, I can’t do this. But I needed to, I conflicted with myself but it was with the grief I had. He was my brother… no that wasn’t the word he was my other half… we were two halves of the same person. We were the Gemini twins, but now I was the only one left, and I knew what I was going to do. Even though the person was dead I was still going to do it.)
#if castor dies#this isn't canon#this is an au#laes pollux#castor and pollux#pollux laes#sams gemini#castor#sams#sun and moon show#gemini leas#pollux#tsams pollux#tsams#tlaes#tlaes gemini#tsams gemini#the lunar and earth show#lunar and earth show#earth and lunar show#sams castor#tsams castor#laes castor
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what if I made another branching path for Unwanted Siblings that more closely followed canon
haha just kidding
unless
#the the scene where canon Lunar dies. Smoke is about to blow up Lilac. Mist runs in front of him trying to stop Smoke.#gets caught in the explosion and also dies. are you seeing my vision#Rose also dies the same way canon Bloodmoon does but instead they're getting on Sun's case for not stopping Moon from hurting Smoke#Mist and Smoke are obviously distraught when they find out. Smoke is mad that whatever Killcode I think of doesn't seem to be as upset#but also isn't surprised cuz he didn't really trust KC to begin with because it has connections to Moon#further solidifies his belief that it's him and his brother against the world and makes him want to get revenge#shower thoughts strike me again. also giving me more reason to catch up with the show#css side rambles#unwanted siblings au#the sun and moon show au#sun and moon show au#tsams au#sams au#churchy talks
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Late night grieving session realizing that Lunar moving out might also be because he’s grieving Blood Moon as well as all the other things going on in the family. Lunar was their first brother (given they disowned Eclipse prior to October) and they were his first brother besides Eclipse. Lunar was the first one to give them a chance to change and, though they left after the fight with Eclipse in October, he could very well have been holding that opportunity for them still.
#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#sun and moon show#sams#fnaf bloodmoon#fnaf lunar#snoweytrashposts#snoweytalks#snoweyrambles#snoweyrants#tw grieving mention#tw death mention#i am in spain without the s#god i need the gremlin twins back#remembering they died actually hurts me#my little murder babies#my boys!#i am in agony#so you will be too#let me believe okay?
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#sun and moon show#sams bloodmoon#dis a thing.#sams lunar#sams earth#sams solar#sams ruin#sams#sams forkface#tsams frank
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Xero- Xero, I just thought of something- And it's fucking me up BAD- I am in SHAMBLES/POS- ITS HAUNTING ME-
Lunara tore their Eclipse apart from the inside out. They ripped him into pieces. This we know.
And it wasnt enough. It would never be enough.
They told Sun, that it lacked the satisfaction they were hoping for. It "wasn't as fun as they would've liked".
And of course it wasn't. It could never be, really.
Because revenge will never take away the scars left behind. It will never right the wrong.
As Lunar has said, "an eye for an eye makes the world go blind" !
It would never be enough. It would never heal them. And it didn't.
It only made them angrier, more bitter. It caused them to wreck havoc, until eventually, nothing was left. Until even their anger burnt out.
And they still weren't satisfied. They simply grew numb. Their anger, their scars, had eaten them from the inside out, until nothing was left.
But what if this wasn't all?
What if their anger, their self-inflicted madness, came from something else? Something worse even?
Because recently, I remembered Lunar and Eclipse's conversation!
When Lunar and Eclipse talked, and found something akin to mutual ground, Eclipse told Lunar, he was proud of them. Proud because they killed him. Proud because they "finally got it".
And suddenly, something clicked into place for me!
What if Lunara's Eclipse declared his pride for them, just as he drew his last breath?
What if, after an endless cycle of abuse and resets, of deaths, they finally freed themself?
What if they tore him apart, screaming at him? "You did this to me, are you happy? Are you satisfied?"
And what if, in his last moments, when they finally let up and he stopped screaming, he grinned at them through his own remains, telling them "Finally you get it." "You actually made me proud."
What if, even in his last moments, he still looked upon them with condescension? What if he still had that arrogant and smug tone in his voice? What if, even in death, he would not let them go?
Because god, of course this would be the final straw.
They thought, they finally ripped themself free from his control, only for him to tell them, that they became what he wanted them to be.
"You did this to me, are you happy? Are you satisfied?" "I am. You are perfect now, thanks to me."
Even in death, he has complete and utter control over them. Because they are exactly what he wanted them to be.
Maybe it drove them to insanity, as they destroyed everything in their path.
Maybe they tried to be worse because of it.
Maybe, by the time Earth meets them, they reached acceptance. Accepting, that they will never be free from his grasp.
Maybe, a small, twisted part of them felt happiness at the prospect of Eclipse's pride.
Whatever they might've felt, one thing is perfectly clear.
He will always haunt them, always haunt their narrative. He will always be the ghost looking over their shoulders, keeping a tight hold on their strings. They will never find peace in this life.
-Stardust
STARDUST I'M GUNNA SHAKE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can't even BEGIN with how many DISEASES THIS IS GIVING ME. HOLY SHIT.
That fits in so perfectly with what we already know about Lunara I can't OVER IT. OF COURSE HIS SMUG SATISFACTION WOULD MAKE MATTERS SO MUCH WORSE. OF COURSE HIS LAST WORDS BEING THAT THEY PLAYED DIRECTLY INTO HIS HANDS WOULD PUSH THEM TO THEIR LIMIT. OF COURSE. OF COURSE!!!!!
AND THE IDEA OF THERE STILL BEING AN INKLING OF JOY FROM THAT AHHHHHHHHHH AHAHAUAHAGAHAGSJSG STARDUST YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEE HOLY SHIT
Being so utterly torn up inside because they finally got to kill Eclipse but he said he was proud of them for finally getting it but that's not the response they wanted but that validation has been something they've craved for such a long time but they don't want it anymore but they can't help it BUT— AUAGAHAGAHHH!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS GUT WRENCHING. THIS IS GUNNA HAUNT ME. I'M ADOPTING THIS INTO MY BELIEF SYSTEM ASAP ABDKWBJSDH
#asks#anon#stardust anon#FUCKKKKKK I GENUINELY GASPED WHEN I REALIZED WHAT U WERE GETTING AT#THE WAY U WROTE THEIR DIALOGUE TOO STOAOAPOAIAJDJEHDJDD IM SCREAMINGGGGGGGGGG#'YOU ARE PERFECT NOW THANKS TO ME' WHAT IF I DIED. WHAT IF I SCREAMED AND SHOUTED AND THREW MYSELF INTO A WALL AOAUAGAHGHHH#GRIPPING YOU AND SHAKING YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! /SO POS#sun and moon show#lunar and earth show#tsams#tlaes#evil lunar#lunara#sams evil lunar#laes evil lunar#long post
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Bedtime Stories | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Warnings: healing from a sexual assault, some tasteful smut (MDNI 18+ ONLY), canon violence, canon gore
Word Count: 5344
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Now that you and the brothers had a working Colt thanks to Bobby and, as much as you hated to admit it, Ruby, the brothers were debating what to do with it.
“I don't understand, Dean. Why not?” Sam questioned angrily.
“Because I said so.”
“We got the Colt now!”
“Sam…” Dean warned.
“We can summon the Crossroads Demon—”
Dean shouted over Sam, “We're not summoning anything—!”
“—pull the gun on her, and force her to let you out of the deal!” Sam finished, getting louder.
You rubbed your temples, head pounding with each shout.
“We don't even know if that'll work!” Dean roared.
“Well, then we'll just shoot her! If she dies, then the deal goes away!” Sam yelled.
“Boys!” You finally shouted, silencing them. “Both of you are going to get a grip, or so help me god, I will do this one on my own; you understand?!”
Neither man responded to you, both staring wordlessly at the road ahead.
“Sam, the crossroads demons don’t hold the contracts—” you began.
Sam cut you off. “How do you—?!”
“Let me finish!” you snapped.
Sam quieted again.
“And Dean has already said that if we fuck with this deal at all, you die.”
“And if we don't fuck with it, Dean dies!”
Dean broke back in. “Sam, enough! I am not going to have this conversation.”
The brunet scoffed. “Why, because you said so?”
“Yes, because I fucking said so!” Dean asserted.
“Well, you’re not Dad!”
The two men stared silently at each other.
“No, but I am the oldest,” Dean finally said fiercely. “And I'm doing what's best. And you're going to let this go, you understand me?”
Sam turned away and looked angrily out the window.
“Tell me about the psychotic killer,” Dean ordered calmly. “C'mon, Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer.”
Sam grabbed a paper from his lap and read monotonously. “Psychotic killer… rips victims apart with brute-like ferocity.”
“Any razor sharp teeth or four-inch claws?” you asked.
“No. But the lunar cycle's right. Look,” Sam sighed, “if it is a werewolf, we don't have long; moon's full this Friday and that's the last time it changes for a month.”
Dean shrugged. “Two days, no sweat.”
***
That night, when you arrived at the motel in the town you’d be hunting in, you and Dean got a room separate from Sam. The two boys decided they needed some time apart after their argument.
“How do you know that killing the crossroads demon won’t get rid of my deal?” Dean asked, breaking the silence that had settled over you as the two of you got ready for bed.
“Dean—”
“(Y/N),” he said sternly, turning to face you. “Answer me.”
You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you finished pulling on your— well, Dean’s— t-shirt.
“Sweetheart, please,” he begged you. “Tell me the truth.”
“I’m not gonna mince my words,” you began. “I was trying to get you out of your deal while I was gone. Y’know, before the Seven Deadlies? I tried to make a deal to get you out of yours. No one would bite.”
“(Y/N), why the fuck would you—”
“Because I love you,” you cut him off. You headed over to him and cupped his cheek in your hand. “And if I could stop you from dying without hurting Sam, I would. I’d trade my life for yours in a heartbeat.”
He kissed your palm, but you could tell he was still upset at the thought of you doing that for him. “Are you still trying?”
You shook your head and removed your hand from his face. “No. I knew you’d never forgive me if I was.”
“Damn right,” Dean replied. He stared down at you intensely, and you couldn’t quite read his expression.
You searched his eyes desperately. “What am I gonna do without you,” you breathed out before you could think about it.
Dean leaned down and rested his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of him against you.
You nuzzled your nose against his and slowly leaned in to kiss him. As soon as your lips connected, Dean wrapped his arms around you and held you against him firmly while you threaded your fingers through his hair.
You could feel Dean encouraging you to jump, and you wound your legs around his waist. He caught you easily and walked you over to the bed. Dean gently laid you back on the pillow, and you kept your ankles crossed behind his back. You tugged greedily on his shirt until he tore it off himself, and he then began pushing your shirt up your body.
You allowed Dean to remove your shirt and then your bra. He looked to you, eyes hungry but pleading and respectful. “Can I—?” He paused. “Can I touch you?”
You nodded, feeling slightly proud of yourself that you were making Dean Winchester get flustered.
“Words, sweetheart,” he said.
“Yes. Please touch me,” you begged, arching into him.
He breathed out, almost in relief, and goosebumps formed under his touch as he trailed his fingers down your stomach. Searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation all the way down, he stopped his fingers at your panties.
“Dean, it’s okay,” you told him.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said, staring at you intensely.
“Dee,” you told him, grabbing his wrist, “it’s okay. I’m okay.” You guided his hand into the waistband of your underwear and allowed him to slip his fingers between your folds.
You took in a sharp breath as he did so, and Dean leaned in to kiss you passionately. He gently bit your lip every once in a while, and you began to palm him through his boxers. He groaned into your mouth, and you couldn’t wait to feel him against you.
“Dean,” you said between kisses, “Dee, I need you.”
“God, yes,” he groaned, “I need you, too.”
You kissed him feverishly, hands making quick work of his and your underwear while he played with your breasts. Dean sat back on his knees and stroked his cock.
You looked up at him, somehow both doe-eyed and wantonly, and spread your legs to expose yourself to him.
“God, (Y/N),” he breathed out. “You are so… beautiful.”
You smiled warmly, instantly reaching out to pull him back down to you. He happily accepted your touch and lined himself up with your vagina.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
“Yes. God, yes,” you moaned.
Dean didn’t need to be told twice. Within seconds, he was inside you. He rolled his hips against yours smoothly, kissing you gently as his thrusts stretched you out deliciously. His thrusts soon became sloppy, and he broke the kiss to reach down to your clit.
“Cum for me,” he commanded gently.
“Need you to first,” you whined.
“Nuh-uh,” he replied, quickening the circles he made around your clit. “Now.”
“Dean—!” you moaned, suddenly convulsing with your orgasm. You reached out to him and scratched at his back, begging the orgasm to slow down. It hit you suddenly and rolled in in waves that you couldn’t escape from. You couldn’t tell whether or not you wanted Dean to get off you or hold you through it, and your spasming around him sent Dean into his own orgasm. Ropes of his cum shot into you, causing your own orgasm to intensify. You whined and writhed around, feeling the ecstasy would never end. It became almost painful, and Dean did his best to soothe you through it. He let you guide him to where you needed him to touch you or not touch you, and you were grateful for this rare moment of gentleness from him.
Still inside you, Dean held you against his chest as your orgasm finally subsided.
“How was that?” he smirked down at you.
You playfully shoved him away.
***
Later that night, still in that same position with Dean— you against his chest with his semi-hard cock inside you— your breathing became so deep that you thought Dean assumed you’d gone to sleep.
“I love you,” Dean admitted.
Your heart nearly stopped. You looked up to him, a flurry of emotions swirling inside you. “You do?”
He nodded. “Thought you were sleeping, honestly, but I’m glad you heard it anyway—”
You cut him off with a deep kiss, hugging him to you. You kissed all over his face, and his boyish giggle was what finally made you stop kissing him. “I love you,” you told him.
“I know.”
“Oh, my god, you did not just Star Wars me,” you scoffed playfully.
“Oh, c’mon, you had to know I would,” Dean replied, nudging his nose with yours.
***
The next day, you and the brothers headed to meet the man who’d barely survived the scuff with the werewolf. When you arrived, the man was apparently expecting you to be the sketch artist.
Much to the brothers relief, your skill with a pen came in quite handy. However, the person who’d killed his brothers was just… human. Interestingly enough, he also had a Wile E. Coyote tattoo. Quite comically, the situation reminded you of the Three Little Pigs story.
You said as much to the brothers when you left the hospital.
“(Y/N), that’s fucked up,” Sam remarked.
“I’m sorry! I know it is! But think about it,” you replied, wincing, “three brothers who work at a construction site? Mauled by a guy with a Wile E. Coyote tattoo?”
“I don’t remember the wolf having a fuckin’ cartoon tattoo, sweetheart,” Dean snorted.
“Whatever. Just thought it was funny,” you shrugged, shoving Dean’s shoulder. “Anyway, what’d you find out from the doc?”
“Not much,” Dean responded, “they were D.O.A. at the scene. He did give me the lowdown on the coroner's report.”
“Lemme guess,” Sam cut him off, “their hearts were missing.”
Dean sighed. “Nope. But chunks of their kidneys, lungs, and intestines.”
“Oh, ew,” you grimaced.
“Yeah; definitely not werewolf behavior.”
“So, what? Demon? Attacker could've been possessed,” the brunet suggested.
“Yeah, but that guy said the dude stopped halfway through the attack. Why would a demon do that?” you challenged.
“I think that, uh…” Sam trailed off. “Could've... Yeah, I got nothing.”
“Me, neither,” said Dean.
***
That night, you and the brothers had gone your separate way for the evening. Dean, of course, was still sharing a room with you.
“Hey, I meant to ask you,” Dean began, “were you… okay with last night?”
You smiled lopsidedly at him. “Yeah, I was.” You appreciated his concern with hurting you or retraumatizing you. You supposed that was one of the reasons he was so helpful to you through all this, and he was likely the reason you were able to be intimate with someone a little under five months after the attack. Had that atrocity happened to you prior to meeting Dean, you were sure your situation would’ve had a vastly different outcome.
You snapped yourself out of your thoughts and began to apply lotion to your legs sitting on the edge of the bed. “Are you and Sam ever gonna talk about your seriously unfinished business?”
“I told him not to bring it up again. So no. And I’d prefer if we didn’t, either,” Dean said sharply.
“Well, frankly, I don’t give a fuck what you’d prefer. You need to apologize to him,” you told him.
“Why?” he scoffed.
“Because I said so,” you stated, throwing the phrase he’d used in his fight with Sam back at him.
He half-chuckled but was still clearly annoyed.
“See? Not so good of a reason, is it?”
Dean barely gave you time to finish your remark before he was speaking up again. “Why do you even care?”
“Because I care about you and Sam. And I have to share a car with you two for the foreseeable future. I’d rather you not wanna kill each other until the end of the line,” you jested, putting the jar of lotion on the nightstand next to you.
Dean lounged against the pillow with his head propped up on the crook of his elbow on the headboard. You shifted yourself to where you were sitting cross-legged next to his hips, facing him.
“Hey, I don’t wanna keep talking about this every day of our lives till you get dragged to Hell—”
“Good,” he cut you off gruffly, “me neither.”
“—but I’m also not gonna pretend like these discussions aren’t important. I need you to be honest with me and yourself. You are scared of going, and that’s okay—”
“Oh, god—” Dean rolled his eyes.
“Hey,” you said, pushing his chin back towards you. “I wasn’t done. But I need you to be honest with me, or this doesn’t work.” You gestured between the two of you as you spoke. “I don’t need you to be tough all the time. I just need you to keep it real with me.”
“What difference does it make? I still go to Hell when this is over anyway,” Dean replied.
“But maybe you’d be able to enjoy living a little bit more if you’d just let me in,” you said, cupping his cheek.
Dean thought for a moment before he kissed the inside of your palm. “You’re right,” was all he could say.
“I know I am,” you smirked.
He rolled his eyes at you, but there was genuine amusement behind them.
***
That night, you didn’t get much sleep. You stayed awake listening to the police scanner and stroking Dean’s hair as he slept soundly beside you. The police scanner held the least of your attention between the two, though. This was another one of those memories you’d hold near and dear to your heart when Dean was gone.
Around five in the morning, the scanner finally caught your attention. Static, frantic ramblings exchanged discussing a woman that had been found staggering around coming from the woods. When deputies went with her back to the scene, they found a house where the woman’s former hiking partner and their attacker, an old woman, lay dead in the kitchen.
You hated to wake up the man with his arms wrapped around your hips, but you knew you needed to get to the hospital the victim was being rushed to and interview her.
“Dean,” you said softly, running your hand through his hair. “Dean.”
He hummed against your hip, tightening his hold of you. You smiled but continued to try and wake him.
“Dean, c’mon.”
“Hmm,” he grumbled, “what time is it?”
“I’m not even gonna tell you, ‘cause you’ll kill me,” you joked, ruffling his hair.
He lightly shoved your hand away from his head and returned his strong arms to their original positioning around you.
“Dean! C’mon; we gotta get to the hospital. Somethin’ came in on the scanner,” you told him.
“Can it wait till seven?” he asked you.
“No.” You tried to wiggle out of his arms to move to the bathroom. He refused to let go of you, though, despite your protests through giggles. “C’mon, dude. We gotta get goin’. I gotta go get Sammy.”
“Ugh, fine,” he grumbled, pressing a kiss to your bare hip.
Goosebumps formed under his lips, and you took in a sharp breath. “Okay, okay, get off me,” you said, gently pushing his arms away from you.
***
When you arrived at the hospital, you talked to the witness who said she and her hiking partner had been drugged by an old woman who poisoned a pie she fed them.
Interestingly enough, she also mentioned seeing a little girl with dark hair and pale skin in the window outside the home.
Naturally, you and the Winchesters went to investigate the house.
You took in your wooded surroundings and the strange house sitting in the middle of nowhere. You went into the house with Sam and noted the EMF meter in his hand beeping frantically.
“(Y/N), I’m thinking you may be right about the whole fairytale thing,” Sam said.
“Dude, I was kidding—”
“Yeah, but I’m not,” he replied. “A guy and a girl? Hiking through the woods, an old lady tries to eat 'em? That's Hansel and Gretel. And, like you said, those three brothers arguing over how to build houses, attacked by the Big Bad Wolf.”
“Like the Grimm Brothers,” you realized. “Sex, violence, cannibalism; a child’s guide to fucked-up folklore.”
“Right,” Sam nodded. “Now, it got sanitized over the years; turned into Disney flicks and bedtime stories.”
“So, why would the ghost be doing a reenactment?” you wondered aloud. “The creepy girl? Pale skin and dark hair sounds like Snow White.”
“You’re right, it does,” Sam said. “But it’s weird that she’s in the middle of another fairytale. But I’m willing to bet you top dollar she was at the construction site too.”
“Dean’s gonna be thrilled. It’s research time,” you snickered.
Sam grinned at you, and the two of you went outside to inform the other brother of your musings.
***
However, your research came up empty. There had been very few violent childhood deaths in the area, and none of them involved a girl with black hair and pale skin.
Dean led you and his brother across the street from the library into the park.
“You wanna know how many little girls with black hair and pale skin that have gone missing?” Dean didn’t give you a chance to respond. “Right again. Zip. zilch, nada. Tell me you've got something good 'cause I've totally wasted the last six hours.”
Sam snorted. “Well, you ever hear of Lillian Bailey? She was a British medium from the 1930s.”
“She got a thing for fairy tales?” Dean questioned.
“Nah, trances. See she'd go into these unconscious states where, uhm, get this, her thoughts and actions were completely controlled by spirits,” the younger brother explained.
“A ghost puppet master,” Dean nodded.
You rolled your eyes. “In layman’s terms, sure.”
“Think that's what this kid is doing? Sending wolfboy and grandma into trances, making them go kill-crazy?” Dean’s brow furrowed.
The brunet shrugged. “Could be. You know, kinda like uh, uh, spirit hypnosis or somethin'.”
“Trances I get, but fairytale trances? That's bizarre even for us,” Dean sighed.
You quickly grabbed Dean’s arm to keep him from stepping on a bullfrog sitting in your path, croaking.
“Yeah, you're right. That's completely normal,” Sam remarked, looking down at the frog.
“Alright, maybe it is fairytales. Totally messed-up fairytales. Wanna kiss the frog, princess?” Dean looked over at you smirking.
“Fuck no,” you grimaced. You turned to see a pumpkin sitting on the porch of a home. “Huh,” you said.
“Yeah? It's close to Halloween,” Dean shrugged.
“No, dude, Cinderella,” you continued. “Pumpkin turns into a coach, and the mice become horses.”
Dean chuckled.
“What?” you asked.
“I dunno, just never pegged you for the fairytale type. You’re a little rough around the edges compared to the Disney princesses.”
“I’ll try not to take offense to that,” you joked, “but I was a little girl once; y’know that, right?” You picked the lock on the house and led the brothers inside.
It was completely quiet, and you and the Winchesters wordlessly decided to split up.
You moved toward the kitchen, and someone inside apparently heard you.
“Help! I'm in here!” a voice called.
“Shh, shh, hey!” you said, rushing into the kitchen. There was a teenage girl handcuffed to the oven. You immediately set to work picking the lock on the cuffs. “It’s okay, I got you,” you told her.
The girl was crying, and her blonde hair was a complete mess. “You have to help me. She's a lunatic.”
“What happened?” you asked quietly.
“My step mom, she just freaked out, screamed at me, beat me. Chained me up,” she explained, sniffling.
“Where is she now?” you asked.
“I don't know.”
You looked up at a shadow behind you to see the little girl with dark hair peeking out from behind the kitchen door. When she noticed you saw her, she turned and left.
You turned back to the teenager and told her you’d be right back, and she nodded.
You walked into the living room, and the little girl was gone.
Discouraged, you turned around to go back to the kitchen. Surprisingly, the girl was standing just behind you.
“Who are you?” you asked.
She said nothing, simply looking at you with sad eyes, and then she disappeared again. You looked down where she stood to find a red apple. “Hi, Snow.”
***
You sat on the hood of the Impala next to Dean, who played with the apple. Sam headed up to you with his hands in his pockets. “Paramedics picked up Cinderella,” he said.
“That's good,” Dean said. He tossed the apple to Sam.
“So, looks like my Snow White theory checks out,” you noted.
“Snow White? Ah, I saw that movie. Or the porn version anyway; 'cause there was this wicked stepmother? Woo, she was wicked,” Dean grinned.
You lightly slapped his shoulder and gave a warning glare. “There is an evil stepmother. And she tries to kill Snow White with a poison apple. But the apple doesn’t kill her; she just falls into a deep sleep. So it’s like she’s dead.”
Sam tossed the apple to you, and you took out your knife. You sliced a piece of the apple off, and the apple began to ooze an acid-like fluid into your hand. You threw it to the ground, mumbling, “Gross.”
***
Once back at the hospital, the nurse informed you there were no comatose little girls. All of their comatose patients were either old men or Callie, who was around sixteen years old.
“Yeah, it's so sad,” the nurse explained. “And poor Dr. Garrison, he just… won't give up on her.”
“Is Callie one of his patients?” Sam asked.
She shook her head. “No. His daughter.”
Exchanging a brief glance with Sam, you and the Winchesters politely thanked the nurse before heading to Callie’s room. Sadly, you looked on as Dr. Garrison read a book to his daughter.
Squinting at the book, you were able to make out the book he was reading to her was Little Red Riding Hood.
Dr. Garrison then noticed you were there and stepped outside the room to talk to you. “Detectives. Can I help you?”
“We just... heard that Callie is your daughter,” Dean said.
“And we wanted to say how very sorry we are,” Sam finished.
Dr. Garrison cleared his throat. “Well, uh. Thank you. If you'll excuse me.”
“Oh, heading this way?” Dean quirked a brow. “We'll walk with you. How long's Callie been like that?”
“We don't mean to intrude,” you clarified.
“We can't possibly understand how hard it must be for you seeing her like this,” Sam added.
The doctor sighed. “It's not easy. She's uh, been here since she was eight years old.”
“That's when she was poisoned?” Sam asked.
“Yeah. Swallowed, uh, bleach,” he explained. “Never figured out how she got her hands on the bottle. My wife found her, uh, brought her to the ER here and I was on call.”
“Your wife was uh, was that Callie's stepmother?” Dean asked.
Dr. Garrison stopped walking and looked at Dean strangely. “Actually, yes. How'd you know that?”
The older brother shrugged. “Lucky guess.”
“Well, Julie was the only mother that uh, Callie ever knew. My wife passed away last year and, uh… it's just my daughter and me now.” He paused for a moment, becoming quite choked up. “She's all I've got left. Um, excuse me. I've gotta get back to work.”
You watched as the doctor moved down the hall, wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve.
Sam tapped you to turn you around and led you and Dean back down the hall.
“Well, you're right. It's Snow White in spades,” Dean said to you. “Yep. Step-mom poisons the girl, puts her into a deep sleep. What's the motive, you think?”
“Could be like Mischa Barton. Sixth Sense, not the O.C.,” Dean corrected himself.
Sam seemed confused. “What?”
“Hey, you know fairy tales, I know movies,” Dean commented. “She played the pasty ghost. You know the, uh, remember the mom had that thing you know, where you keep the kid sick so you get all the attention?”
“Oh, yeah, yeah, uh, Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy. Huh, could be.”
“So, say all these years, Callie's been suffering silently because nobody knows the truth about what mommy dearest did?”
“And after all this time her spirit just gets angrier and angrier, until it finally just starts lashing out.”
“I’d be pretty pissed to if I was sixteen and still having to listen to my dad read me fuckin’ fairytales,” you added. “It's enough to drive anybody nuts.”
“Okay, but how are we gonna stop her?” Sam questioned. “I mean, Callie's stuck here; her father's keeping her body alive.”
“It does make it a bit hard to burn the bones,” Dean mumbled.
“Ya think?” you deadpanned.
“Coming in!” Someone called from the double doors across the hall from you. You watched as EMTs rushed an old woman in on a stretcher. “Seventy-two year old female, sustained multiple lacerations and puncture wounds. BP is eighty over forty and falling. Sinus tachycardia.”
“Is that a bite?” a doctor asked.
“Looks like she was mauled by a mad dog or, maybe a wolf?”
“What was the last story Dr. Garrison was reading Callie?” Dean asked rhetorically.
You answered anyway. “Good ole Little Red.”
***
The three of you hung around asking the EMTs and policemen that had responded to the scene questions after the grandmother had been pronounced dead. You found out from the policemen that the woman had a granddaughter.
“I’ll stay here,” you told the boys in a hushed voice. “You two go stop the Big Bad Wolf.” You handed the paper with the address of the granddaughter’s home on it over to Dean, who nodded.
“What about you?” Sam asked.
“I’m gonna try to stop Callie,” you said.
Both boys seemed to understand what you meant, even though you weren’t quite sure how to handle this properly yourself.
You immediately set to work searching the corridors for Dr. Garrison. Finally, you found him. “Hi! I need to speak with you,” you announced, approaching him.
“Detective. What can I do for you?” he asked.
“There’s no easy way to say this, but it’s about Callie,” you said sheepishly.
“My daughter? What about her?” The doctor furrowed his brows at you.
“What happened to Callie wasn’t an accident,” you explained. “And Callie’s been trying to tell you that.”
“I don’t have time for this. Stay the hell away from me and my daughter.” Dr. Garrison stormed away from you and toward Callie’s room.
You followed, hot on his heels. “Think about it, man, how’d she get her hands on the bleach? Why would she drink so much of something like that?” You slipped into the room behind the doctor as he reached for the phone on the wall.
“I’m calling security.”
You clamped your hand over the phone to stop him. “Nope. You’re smart. Think about it. If you don’t listen to me, Callie’s gonna hurt somebody else.”
“What the hell are you talking about?!” the doctor cried.
“You're gonna think I'm crazy,” you sighed, “but just understand me. Your daughter Callie is still here. She's a spirit.”
Dr. Garrison’s panic suddenly calmed, and he turned to his daughter’s bed sadly. “So you've seen her too.”
You were shocked. “Wait, you called me a lunatic, and you’ve been seeing her, too?”
“I sensed her,” Dr. Garrison sniffed, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Callie. Her presence, her scent. I even saw her standing at the foot of my bed but I never believed it, I thought I was dreaming, I—”
You shook your head. “Not a dream. She looks like she did when she was eight, right? She’s been trying to talk to you.” Dr. Garrison sighed. “You're not a cop are you?”
You shook your head again, pursing your lips together.
“Then, who are you?”
“Meh, I know a thing or two about this stuff,” you shrugged. “And I also know that your wife was the one to do this to Callie.”
“And how the hell would you know that?!”
“Because Callie told me,” you replied simply. “What?!” Dr. Garrison exclaimed. “My wife loved Callie. So how is— how is that possible?”
“I don’t know. But it is,” you said.
He got up from the bed and began to pace. “No. No I— I don't believe you.”
“Look, dude, believe whatever you want. But your daughter’s pissed. And rightfully so. Nobody’s listening to her. Listen to your damn daughter.”
Dr. Garrison took a deep breath, then nodded. “Callie? Callie, it's Daddy,” he called into the room. “It's me, Daddy. Is it true? Mommy did that to you? I–I know I wasn't listening before, but I'm listening now. Daddy's here. Please honey, is– is there any way that you can tell me?”
The doctor looked back at you, and you nodded to the space beside him where Callie’s spirit stood.
Dr. Garrison turned, and tears immediately flooded his eyes at the sight of his child. “Is it true?”
Callie’s spirit nodded.
“Oh— I'm so sorry, baby. But listen to me,” Dr. Garrison begged through his tears. “You gotta stop what you're doing, okay? You're hurting people. I know everything now. I know the truth. It's time for you to let go. It's time for me to let you go.” He turned back to the body in the hospital bed. The doctor leaned down to the girl and caressed her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he cried.
Callie’s monitor flatlined.
***
That night, as Dean slept soundly in your shared bed, you were sat at the table by the window; the journal in front of you only illuminated by the moonlight.
You paperclipped the sketch you’d done for the surviving construction worker of the man who’d attacked him and his brothers into your journal next to the spot where you wrote your latest excerpt.
“As much as I hate to admit it,” you inked, “some part of me believes everything happens for a reason. I’m not big on the whole ‘faith’ thing, but I’ve always thought that. And I can’t help but wonder if Callie’s case is, like, some sort of astral allegory to my situation with Dean. Maybe I’m supposed to let him go. Maybe he was just supposed to be with me for a short time, and I’m supposed to just move on.
“And that fucking sucks. And I can’t accept that. It’s weird; a lot of the cases I work parallel my actual life. And I frequently try to ignore that fact. But this one is really just beating me over the head with possible ��hidden meaning.’
“But then, I think, if everything happens for a reason, and nothing is coincidence, then somebody’s gotta be pulling the strings here, right? Some sort of fucked-up cosmic being is using my life for his twisted entertainment. It’s using Dean going to hell for the sake of a good fucking storyline or something stupid like that. I don’t understand. I thought ‘god’s plan’ was supposed to be good? I thought he had ‘intentions to prosper us, never to harm us’?
“Anyway. I feel like I’ve thoroughly hashed out my feelings on religion too many times before. At this point, I’m completely over the concept of god. If he is real, I hope he fucking chokes.”
You put your pen down when a blinding light abruptly hit the corner of your eye. You opened the curtains a little more to see the Impala beginning to move out of the parking lot.
Sam had driven you and Dean back from the hospital, and he brought the keys with him to his room. You assumed that was no accident.
“What are you doing, Samuel,” you muttered, staring after the car.
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Post-Mortem AU
It would be amazing to have a Tsams AU based on mexican culture, where real moments from the history of that country are interpreted... WAIT
PUM 💥💥 I'm here.
I started designing these guys again a bit, I didn't really like their first designs that much, but I definitely like these ones.
For now, we have three, the most important ones, within this messy story.
The Sun, The Moon and The Eclipse
I want to give a little information about these silly guys, also some fun facts.
Sunrise
Sunrise. Called "Life" in this AU. Life is the third child of the "Creator" and the youngest. His older siblings are Lunar and Earth. He was born when a star appeared in the universe, the brightest and largest star the universe had ever seen, for this reason, he is considered the god of light, the god of the sun.
His purity caught the attention of "Creator" and he proclaimed him as his son.
Life's arrival brought many changes to the universe. And thanks to him, he convinced the other gods to create things that would worship them, based on the perfection of his father. Life called them "humans" tiny humans who lived on a balanced planet, the Earth.
Sun brought mankind. And mankind called him "The god of the creation" "The god of the Sun" "The god of the life".
Sun used to rule the earth. That was for a long time... Until things started to go wrong, very very wrong.
Moondrop. They used to call her "Death" in this universe.
She was born when the first human died. The bones of that human had joined together into a sticky mass which had formed a body and finally, a consciousness. "Creator" didn't consider her a daughter of purity. But "Killcode" did, he proclaimed her his daughter, his little daughter.
She didn't usually communicate much with the other gods, she always, always kept her distance, in her own bubble.
She used to have a kingdom, "Mictlán", where the souls of humans could rest for eternity. The place used to be quite... Depressing. Souls rested... But the place was completely alone, filled with the bones of humans and only Death there...
Something you really should know. She's not here anymore.
Eclipse. Called "Death" in this AU.
War. It was his first name. He was born from Killcode's blood, the drops of red blood fell. They formed a large puddle. And from that puddle, War appeared.
Creator considered him a god... different. He really repudiated his existence. But Killcode didn't, he called him his son. His first son.
Nobody knows that. He just appeared one day with the other gods.
His arrival was controversial. The gods called him "A mad god"...
Actually, Death has forgotten most of his past. He doesn't really know how he existed, or why he is the "god of death".
Fun facts
Death has the same personality as Eclipse (EAPS).
Death (Eclipse) often has constant nightmares. Surrounded by fire as his metallic body slowly burns until he wakes up, locked in a room without light until darkness consumes him completely, bloodcurdling screams of children, etc.
Death's body parts constantly fail, they just stop working for no reason. It's something... really annoying.
Death feels nauseous at the sight of blood, he really can't stand it.
Death is uncomfortable being around a lot of children, he doesn't really know why. He is not bothered by noise, if they are dirty or naughty, he simply cannot be with children for a long time.
Death is the current prince/god of Mictlán.
Death doesn't like the rain.
Death and Life live together on Earth. They live like normal humans, in a lower-middle class house, they pay taxes and are afraid of the SAT.
Life maintains the same personality as Dark Sun (SAMS) but here it is a little calmer and much more depressing.
Life has a place to sleep. He literally has a bed that he shares with Death but the idiot can end up sleeping in a shower if he wants because he's a weirdo.
Life, ironically enough, hates humanity. No one knows why.
Life can't stand loud noise, make some noise when he's upset and you probably have a ticket to Mictlán.
If Life really had to work in the human world he would be a doctor. An emergency doctor, he practically created anatomy, he can work with this.
Life used to run a daycare alongside Death (Moon). It burned down.
Death really likes music with movement, salsa, cumbia, she's really good at that.
Death's clothing is inspired by the catrina and the traditional clothing of Nuevo Leon, Mexico.
Death hates fire.
Death really wants to stab Life.
The skull on Death and Death's chest isn't just decoration. It's practically their exposed cores. Rip that off their chest and they'll probably pass out immediately.
Death and Life are Pro-PRI. Life is ignorant. Death is evil.
Death is Pro-PAN. She really is a evil girl.
If you want to know more about these fools, you can ask, my inbox¿ is open
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