#sorry if it’s bleh

[mothwingwritings]

Zayne goes back to work the day after his birthday and everyone takes note of the pep he has in his step. The usually stern, down-to-business doctor has been grinning ear to ear since he stepped through the door, and all the patients, doctors, and nurses can't help but notice how vibrant he is. Zayne is positively beaming- his grim aura nonexistent through the brilliance he is currently exhibiting

Most people are confused by this sudden and aggressive shift in his demeanor, but chock it up to Zayne just being in a particularly nice mood after his trip. Whatever happened on his leave must have been truly wonderful for the doctor, and that happiness was contagious. The residents of the hospital can't help but be pleased that Asko's pride and joy finally seemed to get a moment of blissful respite.

Only Greyson and Yvonne exchange knowing looks, understanding the truth of the situation immediately. Hit with the realization of just how good his mini-vacation was (and how most of that was thanks to you), they can't help but tease their friend a bit, taking turns asking prodding questions, snickering when the only response he provides is clearing his throat and demanding they get back to work.

However it's up to Yvonne to break the news to Zayne, as it became apparent that while Greyson noticed it as well, he was too flustered by seeing it to say anything. Zayne probably thought he was being safe wearing that turtleneck under his lab coat, despite the fact that it was still far too hot aside for such attire. Unluckily for him the signs of your affection would not be so easily contained, and the large red and purple splotch the crept past the hem of his collar was not something that could be played off as a simple wound-the teeth marks made sure of that.

She had never seen Zayne turn quite so red as the moment she pulled him aside and told him, and for a moment she felt almost bad for telling him, wondering if maybe she should have let him figure it out on his own to save him from the awkwardness. However when she looked back on the man as she was departing, watching as he gingerly touched your mark, a roguish smile dancing on his lips as it no doubt made him reminisce about the moment he received it from you, that she realized his blush was not from embarrassment alone.

[wigglybunfish]

What if i drew grown up Little Einsteins. If i drew Big Einsteins what then

[mozziemozziemozzie]

stan's fed up lol

[paper-starz]

Doodle dump! 💖

(I blame @za0mbie for getting me into the Julaby ship ����) <- go check em out! They’re wonderful!!!

[peanutlolxd]

Im actually finally experimenting with my own solar opposites human designs 😵‍💫

[dootznbootz]

I currently have writer's block and fucked around and made Iliad and Odyssey memes :'D Some look like "repeats" but aren't. Just different scenarios/people. Enjoy!

There's... A LOT. I don't care if you pick out your favorites! I put this all in one post as I don't want to spam the tags! :D

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 297

i got some washi tape at one of the booths at the convention so i was excited to try out this fun lil technique. i cant find my actual exacto knife so i had to work with kind of an unwieldy utility blade but i think it still worked out okay!

[bugisbonkerz]

i think it’s funny he has a tie of himself

[devi1sange1]

“Elain needs to at least apologize to Lucien”

will always read like

“A woman needs to apologize to a man for not wanting him”

Sorry

[craigularory-joe]

Day 9

[tomatoart]

beach episode 🦇🪼

[nessguts]

theyre on a date..

[cherpupz]

that fucking shrimp that i love hate 🦐

[givemedamage]

yugioh snow and dog and helena

[scariusaquarius]

“I’m going to lift you up, okay. Tell me if it hurts.” With Dean Winchester, please. :-)

a/n: i finally got a moment to sit down and focus so here is this! I hope you enjoy!

INJURY DIALOGUE PROMPTS // ACCEPTING

Dean Winchester x Reader "I'm going to lift you up, okay. Tell me if it hurts."

As a hunter, there were plenty of monsters that you had grown to hate hunting as your career had gone on. Djinns, Wendigos, Demons; there were plenty that you could create a list with.

The ones that you hated the most, however, were changelings. Their creepy holes for eyes, rounded mouth full of sharp fangs that they used to suck synovial fluid from their host until their prey is reduced to a disgusting corpse. They were hard to kill since they looked like normal children until their reflection revealed their supernatural nature.

You'd been drawn to a town in Arizona where a string of strange deaths had been occurring; the town in disarray and the news stations scrambling for answers, and though you had a pretty okay idea about what monster was in the town; you hadn't expected changelings until midway through the hunt.

At first, you had thought it was a Djinn since the corpses tended to look similar to Djinn prey, but when you had snuck into the mortuary of the police department to get a look at some of the bodies, you'd made the discovery of the tell-tale sign of changelings from the marks on the necks of the victims.

You weren't exactly sure how bad the situation was, so you had called up your colleagues, Dean and Sam Winchester for help. Once they arrived, things had gone pretty okay until the fight with the Mother Changeling.

While Dean had been manning the flamethrower, you were trying to keep the Mother engaged with Sam; attempting to buy Dean some time to get the flamethrower unjammed (it was an old model, and hunting wasn't exactly a paying job to be able to get new gear). The Mother had slammed Sam back, and in your surprise and moment of distraction, the Mother had attacked you, giving you a pretty mean wound.

You were down for the count, and with true Winchester luck, Dean and Sam were able to finally defeat the Mother. The second her body turned to ash, Dean was on you in a second, placing his hands over a stab wound on your abdomen and applying pressure.

"Hey, sweetheart, stay with me."

You winced and hissed when Dean began to apply heavy pressure to stave off the bleeding, and you replied.

"I'm not going anywhere. This just fucking hurts."

Dean chuckled, tilting his head at you teasingly.

"Well, not like you can go anywhere like this anyway."

You chuckled before wincing, the laugh jostling your abdomen, and Dean hummed as Sam made sure you all were in the clear.

"I'm going to lift you up, okay. Tell me if it hurts."

You nodded before Dean slowly began to help you up, hissing through your teeth, and he paused. You gripped his arm, however, saying.

"Just keep going. It's going to hurt either way!"

Dean nodded before standing you up, Sam entering the room with a nod.

"It's completely clear. Let's go."

Dean smiled gently.

"Ready to get stitched up?"

"I'll punch you in the dick."

"Fair enough."

[jasonsbruce]