#s8 au

[ambersock]

Vital Signs - Chapter 8 - AmberSock - Supernatural (TV 2005) [Archive of Our Own]

Finally, some actual plot. Sam and Dean angst, bamf!Benny with a side of whump.

[shepscapades]

Surely this will have no negative consequences whatsoever!

[jessicareaper]

A continuation of this s8 au, and a little flashback to what Sam's been up to in the meantime.

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He didn’t remember leaving the facility. No, that was a lie. He remembered bits—black leviathan goo, tacky under his feet as he hobbled out to the car. He remembered the massive crack in the windshield. He remembered finding the keys still in the ignition, and realizing Meg was gone too.

The Impala sounded almost as if it was coming apart as he backed it out of the wreckage of the Sucrocorp sign. But then he was out, and he just—drove.

It was still strange, being alone in his own mind. Being alone in the car. Being—

Do something, a panicked voice in the corner of his mind said. You have to fix it, you have to stop.

He kept breathing. He was used to ignoring voices by now.

At some point—hours, maybe, or days—he drifted into familiar roads. He wasn’t thinking about it. Wasn’t thinking about anything really. He’d probably eaten at some point, probably—definitely filled up the gas tank but it was all—a wash. His eyes were itchy, dry and tired as he squinted against the rising sun reflecting off the cars in front of him.

The crack in the windshield was hard to see through, and there was an ominous rattling sound coming from the undercarriage. He should stop. He should fix the problem. He kept driving.

Eventually though, he hit the coast. The road turned, merging with the PCH, but Sam’s eyes caught on the Pacific in front of him, insurmountable.

Fix it, pleaded the voice in the back of his head. Fix it, demanded the tightening of his chest and the quickening of his breath.

Sam pulled over and stumbled out of the car.

His knees were wobbly, and his feet ached, but he pushed forward, as if possessed, till he hit the sand of the beach and his legs gave out.

There was a roaring in his ears, and Sam had no idea whether it was the waves or his own blood or his ragged breath or all three. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead into the sand.

Dean and Cas were gone, behind a wall more impenetrable than the ocean in front of him. Bobby was burned, Kevin and Meg captive who knew where.

He should get up. He should get up. He should—

Sam dug his fingers into the sand, gritting his teeth against another shallow breath, and another, and another. He couldn’t hear the ocean anymore.

Get up. Get up. Get up.

“Hey man, you okay?”

Sam flailed backward with a full-body jerk, reaching into his waistband for his gun.

The man standing over him—when had he got there?—fell back, eyes going wide. “Woah!”

The sight of the other man’s fear was like a needle to the bubble of panic surrounding Sam, and he shook himself, tucking away the gun. “Sor-sorry,” he mumbled.

The guy held his hands up in placation and took another step back. “Look, man, I don’t want any trouble. I just—you’re good, right?”

No. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Sam shoved his shaking hands into the sand, pushing himself to his feet. “Uh. Thanks, man.”

“No problem,” the guy said, and then, with one more sideways glance, he tucked his headphones back into his ears and jogged away.

Sam watched him for a moment, swaying on his feet. “Fuck,” he muttered, and swiped at the sand crusting his his forehead.

The panic left nothing but exhaustion in its wake, and Sam briefly considered collapsing back into the sand. Instead, he stumbled back to the car. The windshield was still cracked.

He folded himself into the back seat. If Sam closed his eyes, he could pretend the roar of the waves was a second set of lungs, breathing slow and easy in the front seat.

He woke to the sun high in the sky and the insistent ringing of his phone. Who was calling?

Wait. Who would be calling?

He shot up, almost whacking his head on the roof of the Impala as he dug his phone out of his pocket and whipped it open. “Hello?” he demanded.

“Sam? Thank god," the voice on the other end breathed. "It’s Kevin.”

[boo-gutzz]

Well since I can't make any new art rn yall can have some old wips/misc doodles. They're rly bad and messy mostly but. Yk

Also "why are cleo's ribs over their clothes?" Bc it looked cool in my head

Bonus Mumbo/Scott doodle for my silly s8 AU I never elaborated on bc its much funnier to b vague

[summerhouseoutlet1]

Modern au scenario where Grian has relatively higher alcohol tolerance and out drinks everyone most of the time.

One day Boatem is having fun at a party and Scar decided to prank Grian by mixing just one more shot in his drink, just to see what happens.

Grian downs the shot before almost spitting the drink out, coughing sputter and furiously complaining about how concentrated the drink seems to be. Scar feels guilty and along with the party assures Grian that nothing is wrong.

Two minutes later, Grian face plants on the floor and has to be carted off to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.

Scar looks absolutely demolished that he cause all this and Impulse notices, and asks him what happened. He confesses his crime, almost breaking down in guilt (under the influence of alcohol) and Boatem folks just freezes up and simultaneously asks, “you too??”

Turns out everyone in Boatem had the exact same idea, and Grian downed 5 shots of tequila in a go that night.

[ethosiab]

bkau etho :3 (design by the amazing @applestruda)

[mischiefbuckley]

If oliver had a nickel for every time he got the script and read that he had to play a doctor surrounding a medical coma sequence on the show he’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice now

[elsa-fogen]

Who's idea was to give me imagination with adhd? now suffer from it i guess

so, thanks to @calissarowan 's post about how season 8 could've been better and discussion in replies, i started thinking of the second set of headcanons, that doesn't throw away season 8 entierly, but instead takes parts that have more potential and, well, uses said potential. Also, i'm taking some things from my main headcanons, like Icy's parents and siblings and adding Sapphire to the pile

i was also thinking about how i hate the idea of Icy's hair color not being natural, and how stupid it is to give her golden hair, and how the color reminds me of stella and her mom

and them my thoughts collided and i thought.

what if Icy's mom and Stella's mom were sisters.

NOW, IMAGINE THE EPISODE, WHERE ICY'S BACKSTORY IS REVEALED.

Winx and Trix for some reason go to Dyamond at the same time, but without knowing that the other group went there. And while Icy's over the top aggression is understandable to Darcy and Stormy - she hides her sorrow behind it, for the Winx Stella's sudden sadness is a surprise.

Darcy and Stormy know that something bad happened to Icy's homeplanet, but she never told them everything, so, now she finally decides to tell. At the same time the Winx ask Stella why she's so sad. And Stella tels them that her aunt was the queen of this planet. While they go through abandoned palace, she tells how she used to play with her two cousins in these halls, while Icy tells about her older siblings. The scene switches between the two groups and Icy's and Stella's stories complement each other, while not making it clear WHO was Stella's cousin.

Finally the Winx reach one hall where big portrait of the royal family can be found.

Winx look at it, and the queen for some reason awfuly reminds them of someone, but they can't understand. Stella meanwhile shows all the children and calls their names (all of these were in Icy's part of the story), and finally she's down to the two younger princesses, the cousins she used to play, and she can't remember the name of the older one. "Isa? No, that's the other one, umm... Inee? Ivy?.. Oof, it's been so long ago, i forgot! I think, i used to call her Ivy, yes, and this is..." But Bloom looks at the princess, at her smirk. She feels like she has seen this smirk before, and it almost makes her uncomfortable. And these icy-blue eyes, while all the rest of the family has grey or dark blue eyes... and these bluish-gray hair... Bloom knows the answer, but doesn't want to realise it, and plays stupid to herself.

And at this moments the Trix appear. Icy has unusual soft and sad expression on her face, that disappears the moment she sees the Winx. "What are you doing here, stupid fairies?!" For some reason her voice trembles from anger and hatred more than usual, almost like Winx did something that hurt her personally.

Bloom finally admits to herself and says to Stella: "Her name was Icy". Stella looks at Bloom, not quite understanding what she's talking about. But then she realises, she looks at Icy shocked, and Icy suddenly looks at her with the same expression. And they scream simultaneously: "YOU ARE MY COUSIN?!!"

But this realisation doesn't stop Icy from wanting to kill all the Winx, and when the fight is about to begin... Sapphire appears and stops them.

Icy's shocked, she thought that all of her family was gone, and Sapphire tell her that it's, in fact, not true. And actually, all of her family is alive too, and the whole planet is, they are just cursed. Icy's stunned, she lived so many years thinking that she was the only survivor, and now turned out that it's not true. And that her planed can be saved. Bloom says that the same thing happened to Domino and suggests her help? Maybe? Honestly, I'm not sure how the story will progress from this moment.

[daily-grian]

happy PJO tv day to those who celebrate, have a Hermes!Grian

[avocadish0w0]

Back in the og days of scarian even before third life there used to be this really popular au, the florist au and grian was a flower shop owner and he would sprout different flowers from his hair and hands depending on his emotions, especially when flustered! And scar was just a head over heels customer. Would love if that au made a comeback

I'll be doing oneshots of each prompt, and if it goes right, I might go back to writing FanFiction

So leeeet's go!

(Modern/City Hermitcraft AU added along)

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3rd person POV (Grian's perspective)

It was a cloudy weekend on Hermit Town, previewing a soft rain later, people walking around the streets, birds (actual birds) chirping and flying away, yet, the flower shop owned by the small blond parrot avian was peaceful and empty.

As he sprayed some water on the inside plants like everyday, a tall brunet with a big X shaped scar on his face entered the shop, his arrival notified by the familiar jingle of the bell above the glass door, the parrot boy's ear wings twitched as he looked up, the dirty blond curls bouncing softly as he met the taller boy with a warm smile "Hello there, handsome! Lovely seeing you here, as always!" The avian spoke in a jokingly flirtatious tone, his British accent strong, walking to behind the counter, pulling up his red jumper sleeves to his elbows, adjusting his white, dirty apron "How can I help you today?" He added, leaning back on his stool.

The taller boy smiled brightly, his vibrant green eyes gleaming with joy, his happiness contagious, making small daisies sprout on the avian's hair "Oh! Hello light of my life! Lovely seeing you too!" Scar beamed, striding confidently towards the counter, his cane clicking softly against the dark wood floor "Just here for the usual! And your number if you may" the boy smirks, leaning against the counter on his elbows, flashing a charming smile to Grian, making the blond parrot earn a soft pink hue on his cheeks and nose tip, butterflies flying around in his stomach, he walked to the wall of wrapping paper and ribbons on the corner, opening a square of a sand colored paper and turning it diagonally "Poppies, lilacs and sunflowers. Something else?" He asked, trying not to look in the elf's eyes.

"Just that! Thank you!" The scarred boy smiled, looking at the flower seeds in the counter, oblivious to Grian's embarrassment. "So... Uhm... are you free tonight?" He asked out of the blue as soon as the boy came back from the back garden with the flowers, making him almost drop the bouquet "W-what?"

Scar's POV

I look at the Grian with a fake innocent smile, watching his face turn a crimson red, almost blending in with his sweater, his parrot wings getting all fluffy, holding back a dreamy sigh at the cute parrot in front of me, my heart racing with anticipation as i waited for his reply, fidgeting with a packet of a mix of poppy and lilac seeds, Cod, i love him so much, i don't even know how I was able to gather the courage to ask him out.

I've loved him ever since i first saw him, taking such care with the flowers around the shop, with those adorable daisies that always show up on his hair when he smiles, the buttercups that sprout when i annoy him, the way his wings fluff up when i flirt with him, the freckles on his cheeks and nose bridge, the way his dark brown eyes shine a dark honey color under the sunset light-

"Scar?" I hear him ask, snapping out of my thoughts, blushing furiously and looking away as I realize I've been daydreaming "Ah! Yes! Sorry! I'm here!" I reply in a rush, clearing my throat "Sorry, lost in thought about...." I look around for a lame excuse "About cactuses!! Yes! Cacti..." I smile nervously, my heart flutters when I hear his cute laugh "It's fine, cacti are in fact interesting, anyway, I just said I'm free tonight after 6pm, why?" He repeats as he finishes the bouquet, wrapping it on the sand yellow paper and tying it with a green and red bow, placing it on the counter and handing me the card machine (idk the name).

I pass the card and take a deep breath, picking up the bouquet and clutching it in my hands, trying to push away the heat on my cheeks "Just wondering if you'd like to..." C'mon Scar! You can do it! Just ask him on a date! You're not a coward!! You came here for that! Just tell him! "To...?" Grian asked, tilting his head to the side, oh my cod he's adorable, okay, you can do this Scar! "I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me!" I blurt out rapidly while extending the bouquet to him, feeling my cheeks heat up and turn red.

"Oh..." I hear him mutter, feeling the bouquet being taken from my hands

When I open my eyes, I see his face flushed, miniatures of poppies, lilacs and sunflowers, the same flowers of the bouquet, sprouting from his hair and hands furiously, creating a small garden on himself, his wings poofed and the ear wings covering his face, his hands clutching the bouquet even harder than I was, seeing him like this just made me want to hold him in my arms and kiss his face all over, smell the scent of the flowers in his head.

"Yeah, I'd like that... That cafe down the street at 7?" He asks softly, his voice strained with embarrassment.

"Yeah! Pick you up at 7 then!" I smile brightly, beaming with happiness, holding back the urge to hug him.

This is officially the best day of my life...

I love this little flower

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AND DONE! First oneshot after a long time without writing, please rate it in the comments! Leave more prompts to me in the question tab and thank you a lot for the idea @whatidkwhatimsupposedtowriye I completely loved it!

[ambersock]

Vital Signs Chapter 7 (in case anyone is still reading this)

Vital Signs - Chapter 7 - AmberSock - Supernatural (TV 2005) [Archive of Our Own]

[shepscapades]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [PART 3]

The beginning of a delightful new partnership!

Bonus below:

[absolutelybifurious]

shoulder the sky (let the rain come)

buddie | teen and up | wip | magical realism, magic and very messy eddie diaz, generational trauma

Eddie is cursed. He remembers standing in the rain, watching Buck climb up that rig, towards a fire. He remembers feeling the sky like lightning in his chest. He remembers thinking, again and again and again – there is no curse. There is no curse. He closes his eyes and tries to breathe, but there’s nothing in his chest – nothing but that lightning strike all over again. For so long, Buck’s been here – for so long, Buck’s survived whatever collateral damage Eddie brings with him. But lately, things are worse – lately it is one thing after another after another. There is no curse. “Buck!” Bobby calls, and there’s panic in his voice. “Buck, get out of there now.” “I can’t just leave this guy!” Of course Buck isn’t going to leave someone behind. He’s Buck. He’s a good firefighter. He’s a good everything. Eddie tries to find the rhythm of his own pulse, but it’s all carnage and shrapnel.  He wants to yell over the radio – yell something, anything, to make Buck understand that he has to get out of there. That Eddie can’t let him die – that Eddie can’t kill him like he kills everything else.

OR

Eddie Diaz is cursed.

[read on ao3]

[boo-gutzz]

The yappers + silly au doodle I probably won't ever explain lmao

[vesperionnox]

[ Day 133 ]

Is the Moon big?

[legendaryblueoranges]

Sudden Collison

ITS FINALLY HERE! LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

I'm SO sorry that took so long, my real life and mental health decided to implode- I've struggled so much making just this one comic... BUT, I have a completed plot line... so there will be more comics don't worry.

1 / 2 / 3

Although I might need some help... So, if anyone has any ideas for what games the hermits should play (if you want to include penalties for losing too, feel free!)