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[xofemeraldstars]

let me just add two of my fave superhero aus <333

Superconductor by NadiaHart (M, almost 15k)

In a world where Superheroes are known, Dean Winchester lives his life under the alias of Soter; defender of the weak, protector of the innocent. With his Support Tech, Helios remotely keeping tabs on him, Dean's got this superhero gig in the bag. Or at least he thinks he does. When a new threat appears on the horizon, and Dean's left weak and injured there's only one person who can come to his aid. But is a shut-in like Helios up for the task?

I don't wanna spoil anything but my favorite scene is right after Dean is rescued and his brain to mouth filter isn't working lol

As the World Caves In by Jaeh, turningthepages (T, 37k)

Breaking News: Captain Speed was a complete idiot and lost his fight to a girl. Now he's being babysat by The Seraph until his boo-boos go away.

That's probably what the headlines would say if they had any idea the shit Dean had just gotten himself into. But here he was: unable to run and in need of protection and he just so happened to show up on his rival's doorstep. The Seraph (or Castiel as the man introduced himself) wasn't exactly pleased that Dean had shown up in need of a safe house. Castiel might've been more willing to help if it weren't for his own one-year-old son he needed to protect.

What about a lil domestic fluff with baby Jack?

omg it’s FAN FICTION FRIDAY

Reblog and promote a fic of yours <3

[rendellstreet]

Brief character information from the TTS series pitch bible seasons I & II

[princedevitt]

[2deadboys]

i may have been sick for like 5days but the brain doesnt stop the payneland thoughts

so i have this fun little idea (for a fic?) where a slightly in the future, post s1 payneland are newly in a relationship, kinda honeymoon phase.

and they end up with another case that turns out to involve a demon and portals. and when theyre banishing the demon something else happens to crawl out of hell at the same time....

its a past! altnerate universe Edwin! who was finally escaping hell! but whoopsie hes ended up in the wrong universe? (or perhaps the future? .. but current! Edwin doesnt remember this..)

so of course past au! Edwin is like 'aw fuck now hells just getting weird, and i gotta deal with myself?? and a random beautiful guy clinging to other me??'

and current! Edwin is like 'oh dear i do not want this absolute messy fresh out of hell version of me interacting with Charles... weve got to put him back.'

Charles upon realising this is just another Edwin and not a trick is like 🥺 'aw Edwin we gotta help him, obviously were gonna make sure he meets up with his Charles right??'

and is of course immediately trying to reassure this Edwin that he got out of hell and hes safe and theyll help him get to where he should be (with his Charles)

(past au! Edwin is faced with this version of himself that is put together and doesnt seem as messed up-- bc this is raw straight out of hell, hasnt interacted with normal things in 70 years Edwin--- and this other/future version has somehow managed to land this incredible guy as a best friend.. and what seems to be more.

Is it weird to be jealous of yourself?? And even if he allegedly has his own version of Charles.. thats not this Charles who is so kind to him now.

Edwin seeing everything he could have ever wanted right before his eyes (and its not his). And he is afraid of leaving because surely this is some sort of heavenly dream and it already took so much to get out of hell. Now he has to find the unknown and hope? That his own future is just as wonderful. That he has a Charles just like this one.)

[formulalakana]

@carpblu we have details!

asv4lt Custom print for joker out costumes.

[miguel-owhora]

could you imagine one of the boys just walking in on you pounding Dutch's pussy 🥱

[dreamings-free]

Michael & Isaac at FITFWT rehearsals recently

victoryampsuk instagram story 28/3/24

[iobartach]

Another me. Haven't seen one of those in a while. Much less one who took up the mantle.

"I took it up twice, actually. Can't seem to separate myself from it." A gig that he never asked for, nor was obligated to keep up, the wish to help had won out against doing nothing at all. "What brings you here?"

[westonsims00]

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 '𝘖𝘭𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺' 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘏𝘔𝘊𝘈𝘚 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦.

[smolgloves]

Grieving Hearts

Chapter 1 masterlist

Summary: Tav must come to a cold reality.

Tw: mentions of death, injury, and angst

The shadows were gone but so was Freya. Tav sat at the edge where she was last seen calling out to her, only to have their own voice echo out in response.

“Why didn't you just say you had a borrower?” The commander known as Lassandra asked as she marched up to their group.

“Because we're not inclined to tell you shit!” Astarion growled. “Not after you pointed crossbows at us!”

“We do what is necessary out here, pretty boy!” She barked out. “Maybe Yonas would still be alive if you had revealed her before those creatures attacked.”

A deathly glare locked onto the Harper, Astarion curled his lip to reveal his fangs, he was seconds away from tearing out her throat when Tav stood up.

“Stop! The more time we spend fighting, is time wasted on finding Freya.” Desperation practically oozed from their voice.

The other Harper shot a crestfallen look their way. “Do you really believe she's alive out here?”

“She had a ring.” Karlach's booming voice dropped to one more brittle. “She’ll be okay, right?”

“I'm not so sure…” Shadowheart said glumly, she had been drawn to the last place Tav had seen Freya before the shadow blindsided them. She knelt down and plucked up a blue shard to examine it, watching the blue light flicker before it dimmed, confirming that it was indeed part of the ring Freya wore.

Fresh tears swelled up in Tav's eyes. Training as a monk had made grief easier. It was a natural part of life, but… there was nothing natural about Freya's fate. Thoughts of her final moments plagued their mind - was it quick… or did she somehow manage to survive the fall only to watch her only source of protection be snuffed out as the shadows consumed her?

“We should have never let her come with us!” Astarion growled, those ruby eyes bore daggers Tav's way. “What purpose did she serve being in the front lines?”

Tav's lips parted but they could not form an answer. As harsh as he was, he was right. Freya didn't need to be here. They should have had her hang back until they knew what they were up against, but that damn look she gave when they were about to head out was Tav's weakness. Why didn't they stand their ground with her? Was it a selfish desire to keep her close?

“No, I'm not believing it!” Flames stoked off of Karlach's skin, the tears in her eyes sizzling away as they touched her cheeks. “Not until I see her body!”

“What's going on?” The deep voice of Halsin cut through the darkness. He and the rest of the group caught up, their confused faces scanning everyone.

“Freya… plummeted into the darkness.” Astarion answered quietly.

Wyll gasped. “Baulderian’s bones, no.”

“But she could still be alive!” Karlach marched up to Halsin. “Tell us we could get her back, or even bring her back if she is gone!”

The solemn look on his face says it all. “Karlach, if there was a way to bring her back, then these lands would not be as treacherous as they are.”

“Dark lady guide her soul.”

Halsin scoffed. “It was your dark lady that took her away from us.”

“Watch your tongue!” Shadowheart snapped. “Unless you wish to join Freya.”

“That's enough!” Tav roared out, their breaths grew heavier each passing moment. “We will not lose another member out here, no matter what! We must… keep moving.”

Lassandra stepped forward. “If you're done fighting we can take you to a place that is safe from the shadows.”

Tav nodded. “Perhaps it's best we take a moment to rest and figure out our next steps.”

“Follow us then.” The Harpers marched forward with the others trailing behind, but Tav still lingered at the cliff. They were almost expecting to find the borrower to climb her way up to the ledge; her curly hair would be messier than when she wakes up, her fingers caked with dirt and blood from holding on despite reaching her limits, and a wild story about how she refused to succumb to the shadows.

Astarion's hand rested on Tav's shoulder. “We should get going, darling.”

They locked eyes with him to see his sorrow mirroring their own. If only they had the time to sit together and mourn but shadows still lurked and the world grew colder. With their fingers intertwined, they shuffled off to their next destination. Tav gave one last look towards the cliff. “I'm sorry Freya.”

~~~~

Everything hurts. Each movement brought a throbbing pain through Freya's body, but the memories of the battle forced her to shake off her exhaustion. Propping herself up, she took in her new surroundings, the earth was above her head with circular carvings etched in the dirt to tell her that a small animal had made this their home at one point. Dead leaves surrounded Freya like a makeshift blanket, protecting her from biting frost. The last thing Freya remembered was slamming into a mangled tree root before blacking out. Just trying to remember those events made her head throb. Freya cupped her head with her hand. H-how in the nine hells did she get here?

Her thoughts were broken by a childlike laugh coming from the entrance. “Looks like someone is finally awake.”

[medys-space]

Top things that i didnt expect this week, number one:

The Lamb as a hitchhiker on Monster Roadtrip

Edit:

Here its the video fjfkjdjx

[edenfire]

🪽🎀 angel, baby~🎀🪽

this was just meant to be a cool down doodle, but here we are XD angel dust has taken over my life💗💞🌸

also pls check out @hellbentcon if you haven't already👀🙏

[shubaka]

Jeff Satur 2024.01.19 instagram live

[walkingstackofbooks]

my toxic trait is watching an excellent episode of Star Trek and thinking "that was great (but I wish it had happened to Julian)" 😅

[gerbits]

making townies :3

[thatwritingho]

WIP

“Hey. You're overthinking it again.”

With shrug, Pickles sighed, “Dood... I can't jest-”

“You know what your problem is?”

A pierced brow rose, “What?”

“You're thinking with this,” Olive tapped his forehead with her knuckle, “when you should be thinking with this," her hand cupped between his man-spread legs.

A crooked grin curled the drummer's lips despite himself, the concern clouding his green eyes fading as they now sparkled with mischief.

“Heh. Yeh, okee. Yer right.”

"Of course," Olive offered a teasing smile, blushing under his gaze, "When am I not?"