#oh spoilers ig

[frankieburieshisdead]

⛧𝔖𝔞𝔪 𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯⛧

CW: NSFW, brief dubcon, angst

It was only two days. That was the agreement. That's how much you got of Sam Winchester. Two days and three nights and then he would pack up his life into his brother's shitty little flat-back impala and you would never see him again.

Until of course you saw him again.

You had friends over when he called. Squeezing past the group of 20 somethings wolf whistling at you as you went to pick up the landline meant that you were giggling when you picked up. You had set his number to a specific ring. It was the dial tone version of "Spooky boy like you" by Dusty Springfield. All your friends knew about Sam 'Sammy' Winchester, who had exorcised a cruel version of your reflection from your vanity mirror and then hadn't left your room for the rest of the weekend.

"Hey!" You answered, almost too excited as the box wine you had been drinking all night spurred on your mood.

"Hey," his voice was rough, like he'd used it up. "I'm in town, can I come over?"

You sobered quickly. "What's wrong?"

"I, um," you twisted the cord of the phone tightly between your two fingers. "Can I come over?" He asked again, desperate.

"Yes."

It took a bit of cajoling to get your company out, but you had the place mostly cleaned out by the time your doorman rang up to let you know a tall man with long brown hair was waiting downstairs for you.

He looked tired. His body hunched downwards, shoulders drooping. He looked good with the 5 o'clock shadow he was sporting.

Oh sweetheart, you wanted to say, what happened?

Instead you said: "come in."

He tipped forward, nuzzling into your neck. There was a wet stripe up your jaw and behind the shell of your ear. "Sam," you muttered under your breath, sure there was something more important to talk about. Hard to remember when the best sex of your life was rubbing his thigh up against your crotch. His arms circled your slim biceps, squeezing, almost shy of painful as he lifted you up onto your kitchen counter.

Hands unbuckling and unwinding, you let this moose of a man strip you on your kitchen counter. There was a second there that you both took to breathe, foreheads pressed together as his small way of asking "is this okay?" You nodded against his mouth and pulled his body flush against yours.

He prepped you like a man in front of his last meal. Quick and yet savoring. Rough but so attentive you had begun to squeal by the end of it. When he was inside you, there wasn't a second to breathe before he was hauling you on top, using the leverage of the flat mattress and his grip on your waist to bounce you like a rag doll. It wasn't at all like you remembered. He was too fast, jack rabbiting into you and hitting all the wrong spots. You had begun to realize the cruel way his fingers pressed into your lower back, digging and bruising. His sweet face was twisted up into a snarl and he frowned like he was waiting to get it over with.

You weren't having fun anymore.

"Sam stop!" You put your hands over his and squeezed. "You're hurting me!"

He immediately stilled, back still arched as you felt his stuttering heart in your abdomen.

"What?" He blinked up at you, almost out of a daze.

"You're hurting me." You said in a smaller voice.

Something snapped then. Sam's eyes crooning into a dip, his lip turning white from the way he was biting into it.

"I am?" He sounded devastated, truly and honestly devastated. His grip was loose, still around you but shaking. You should have stopped him the moment you realized something was wrong. It was too late now, he was still hard and wanting inside you and you weren't enough of a good person to kick him out. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

"Okay, were okay baby. Just a little slower yeah?" You began to grind your hips downwards, letting the tip of his cock kiss something deep inside you. His eyes rolled back and you felt a full body shiver underneath you.

You fell forward when he bucked into you, almost like he couldn't help but crawl deeper. You had both arms on either side of his head, his mouth panting into yours. "Press here, like that." You put his hand on the bottom of your abdomen, pressing his fingers into the gap between his dick and your happy place. You screamed when you came, gripping onto Sam's shaggy cut as you're back arched. You were never sure if it was the hair pulling, the scream, or the the way you tightened up like a corkscrew that set him off but suddenly there was a silky feeling dripping out of you and Sam was sobbing into your shoulder.

"Oh baby you're okay." You soothed where you had been pulling at his roots. You were still out of breath, still impossibly full. "We're good, I'm here." He had both arms pressing you into his chest, keeping your head over his shoulder so you couldn't see his face. You had to force your way up, pulling out of his hold to look at the bloodshot look he was trying to hide into the pillow.

"Lets get some sleep. We'll talk about it in the morning." You used what little strength you had to flip the two of you over, in part so Sam was lying over you like a heated blanket and also so the threat of the ever soggier bed sheet was further away.

"Okay." His voice was raspy but sweet. You were glad to have Sam Winchester for one more weekend.

[angstflavoured]

i never realized, in the beginning of weirdmaggedon 1, bill says that he's "been trapped inside my own decaying dimension." Ik a lot of people depict him like going other places after destroying his universe, but I guess that he really couldn't. that was the whole point of him trying to get ford to build the portal for him, so he WOULDN'T be stuck in the 2d dimension. everyone he met, he met through traveling through the nightmare dimension and the dreamscape. He'd never seen any of them in person.... which would mean that his physical self had to be stuck on euclydia, right??? that means every time he wasn't invading people's dreams, every time he woke up, he was right back at his home dimension where he killed everyone. Just kinda... i dunno, floating in space? like oh my fucking god, no wonder he was never able to get over it for millions of years. jesus christ yeah the guy needs therapy, every single one of his wounds are scabs that never got to even start the healing process.

[d0not-disturb]

Mumbo live reaction after scar kills his boyfriend best friend

[niinnyu]

Reverie

[the-chat-who-got-the-cream]

based off this post :)

[cinnaminstar]

This was supposed to be a sketch but uh. I got a little carried away.

Anyways I have brain rot for my own AU so more villain Sif upon thee

[mammoth-clangen]

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First

..... uh oh... uh... rip my fav nervous fluffball

stay tuned for part 2 (it has my fav art so far) >:3

I finished 3 pages this off-swing, I'm so proud of me. So you get a weekly page instead of fortnightly for a change uvu-b

What else did i have to say here....

Oh!! I designed a little season icon, so those will be included from now on (may go back and add a Winter one to Moons 0-2)

If u can tell what species Poppy has hunted in the first panel u get a cookie c:

Also Quiver is growing a face now, im so proud of her, good job bby!

[uniquezombiedestiny]

"your other fragments went off to see a new galaxy. i bet they've turned into a big, beautiful comet by now."

"you think so?"

different text placement + no text versions :)

[applestruda]

Limited life scar redesign

[becomedog]

everyone being like 'nooo its different' about the scott pilgrim anime. and frankly a lot of divergent adaptations/interpretations. yall are making me so sad. do you not want loving, artful reimaginings... specific to their medium and their particular artists' visions.... to be respected and judged as their own separate works of art... do you really just want a word for word translation of the thing you already read into a "'"better"" medium 🥲

[autixel]

Made this venn diagram of the ships I think about most often and realized some trends. Spoilers for tged and orv. Yes one of these ships is not like the others I'm well aware

[naggingatlas]

'thats not his role in the story!' hm i wonder what the point of it is then. hm i wonder what the dead pixel scene means. hm i wonder what wrong organ are trying to say with the context of 'awesome male friendship' and 'corporate hell where the only woman onboard is constantly under ridicule, abused or forcibly forgotten yet is the catalyst' if not this. hm i wonder how curly's physical agony being a direct parallel to anya's mental agony, stripped of voice, agency, just like her, and being forced to watch what happens while not doing jack shit, just like he used to, plays a part in this. i wonder what the moral of him being the final girl says about living with the consequences of your inaction, because of sentimentality, because of status, career and social. hm i wonder whatever the fuck this game was trying to say. hm i wonder what else is on this person's blog Oh Lord there's yaoi penice.

[huidol]

love this part so so bad

[pokeattorney]

trapdoor

[semisolidmind]

About how old is Mc in the poppy playtime after math?

ok so

if the big bad happening (we won't name it for spoilers sake) happens in 1995, ten years from then is like, 2004? 2005 maybe, is when the games events happen? idk

and let's say mc was 20 then, so 10 years after that mc would be around 30.

i imagine the mc was not quite high enough up the company food chain to know about everything that was going on, but at the very least knew about the existence of the big toys and at least saw most of them walking around at some point (since they all seem to recognize the player to some degree).

perhaps they were an assistant or errand runner of some kind, and their errands took them all over the factory.

[3-aem]

the shibuya arc is almost over, i still cant believe it started off with 5 episodes of teen gojo and suguru having the best and then the worst time of their lives all to the back drop of a slice of life setting. I think i will always chose to live in those first 5 episodes they dedicated an entire marketing campaign to.