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quillquiver · 3 months

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DeanCas, 800 words, love confession & post-canon

It’s still weird to see him without the coat, but it’s also... it’s nice. He looks—soft. Around his edges. Dean forces himself towards the sink, gingerly plucking a towel from the counter. It feels like his slippered feet echo across the concrete at the same time as his heart tries to bludgeon itself against his sternum, blood rushing in his ears and drowning out everything but the clink of dishes. He reaches for a plate and Cas tenses as he looks over. The smile he gives is a nervous, hesitant thing.

Dean hates it. “Uh, need some help?”

“Thank you.”

Cas’s goes curl into the floor and there’s a hole in the heel of his left sock. One of the legs of his sweatpants is caught on his calf. He washes dishes like he’s preparing to use them during surgery, examining every utensil for wayward filth. The shirt he’s borrowing is tight in the shoulders and wet down the front, and he’s sudsy up to his elbows.

Dean fucking loves him.

He clenches his jaw as he picks up a wet glass, wondering where the hell someone gets off confessing their goddamn love—laying themselves totally friggin’ bare in their final fucking moments—and then comes back and pretends none of that ever happened. And for what? Because he changed his mind? Big fucking whoop. Like Dean hasn’t lived a whole life of disappointments. Like things are gonna be weirder than they already are after he fucking comes clean and puts Dean out of his misery. It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair—and not just because Cas has changed his mind, not just because for a minute Dean thought he’d get... that he’d get to have...

Dean swallows thickly and glares at the glass in his hand, dry for who knows how long, now. He hates always being the one to pick up the pieces. He hates that things have changed like this. He wants to go back to how it was before.

But the cat’s out of the bag on that one, so all there is left to do is talk.

“Look, I’m not offended, okay?” Dean deliberately doesn’t look over as he forces the words out, focusing on a new glass. He hears Cas pause and gathers himself. “I get it; m’not exactly a prize—but pretending like it never happened is a dick move.”

Cas’s hand slips and a dish clatters loudly in the sink. “What?” He whirls around. Dean keeps his eyes front.

“I’m just saying,” he says gruffly, “it’s not cool to ignore big shit like that. You—”

“Ignore,” Cas echoes in disbelief. “Unbelievable.”

Dean turns towards Cas, who’s mangling the sponge in a white-knuckled grip. He looks stunned and livid, and Dean feels his own hackles rise. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He demands.

Cas’s brows almost get lost in his hair for how unimpressed he is. “It means exactly what I said. You're unbelievable.”

“Because I want answers?”

“Because you ignored I even said it in the first place! How much more of an answer do you need?!”

Dean’s breath stops in his lungs.

“—I have always done everything you asked. I’ve come when you called. I’ve fought beside you. I’ve died for you—”

Dean’s mouth turns dry.

“—Everything I am, that I’ve become, it’s because I have loved you—in every single way there is to love another person, and if you don’t feel the same way—”

Wait—

“—Then that’s fine! Because I am content to love you however you love me in return. But I will not stand here and be accused of being a dick—”

Dean shakes his head. No, that’s not—

“—When I have done nothing but offer myself to you. When I’ve—”

Dean moves without being consciously aware of it. “Cas,” he murmurs; soft, stunned interjections in Castiel’s increasingly loud and aggressive rant—did you maybe think that after kicking me out I didn’t want to bring it up? Did you consider that I might not want to embarrass you?—Dean reaches for the sponge and Cas wrenches away from him, glaring when he catches him by the front of his shirt.

“What are you doing—”

“Just—shut up a second.”

“No—”

“Cas—”

They’re practically chest to chest, and Cas is still holding that damn sponge, and he’s leaning back and glaring and flushed and angry and alive but he’s holding his tongue. And Dean doesn’t know what he ever did to deserve him but he’s fucking keeping him, despite the steam practically curling out of his ears, despite the curled lip and the death glare. Love knocks around inside his chest until there’s nowhere for it to go but up, but out—

“Me too.”

Cas freezes.

“Me too, okay? I love you, too.”

#destiel fic #found this one in my notes #from forever ago #and so posting it now #destiel fluff #idiots in love

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gh0stn3lius · 3 months

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Local corpse and her father break into the aquarium for a father daughter date

#ghost moans #mine #sketchbook #fanart #Solie #Vick #from forever ago #but I really like this spread #probs one of my faves in that entire sketchbook #also it was two sketchbooks again lol

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th3-r4t-k1ng · 1 year

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(heres a hermitcraft draft from ages ago-)

“Tango has wings- and i…… dont”

(Grian angst has been one of my hyperfixations)

soooo new hermitcraft episode, and my stupid brain is going 12000 miles a minute. so here are some avian/watcher grian ideas/prompts with some YHS angst thrown in there cause why not.

(some of these get dark sooo like read at your own risk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Grian had wings, he was born as an avian hybrid has all the instincts but lost his original wings

he has watcher wings that he actively doesn’t use, his instincts yell at him to but he refuses to do so, he has a panic attack every time he sees them. Besides if he uses the watcher wings the watchers will find him and hes done so well hiding thus far.

so as far as he’s concerned he doesn’t have any wings

he lost his wings during YHS; sam mangled them so bad because ‘taurtis doesn’t have wings silly’ and grian had to cut them off because they were unsalvageable.

he has stumps where his wings would be and their really really sensitive; just flopping down on a soft surface like a bed or couch causes him extreme pain; adding onto that he cant wear elytras for to long cause the harness constantly rubs up against the stumps

✨chronic back pain✨

he hates his instincts with a passion, the instincts to be up high, nest, preen etc are all just reminders of what has been taken from him

he got really sick after he amputated his own wings because he didnt use proper tools and the tools he did use weren’t sterilized that affected his immune system so now he gets sick really easy

(this is like several months late lol; might do more ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

#grian #yandere high school #sam #taurtis #hermitcraft #grian angst #grian wing angst #because lets be honest we need more of it #this was a draft #from forever ago

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floofdrawsstuff · 2 months

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SOOO OLDDDD

ok so I was looking thru my old art and found thiisssss!! This is from at least five months ago and now I’m just noticing how much I’ve changed! Jk it feels like I only changed how these two look 🙃

#really old art #from forever ago #idk how to tag this #i love them #cuphead #batim fanart #cuphead fanart #cupxbendy

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toge-bi · 4 months

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i look stupid good in this picture wtf

#🌱#from Forever ago

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noteviljustlazy · 1 year

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Based on

Answer limit is 10 and I'm not making a second poll to link to this one and visa versa. So answers have been changed to skew the data and double down on the options.

That being clarified, mine would go to Kirby my beloved. He'd probably eat it.

#polls #noteviljustsaying #nintendo #based off that one poll #from forever ago #dont at me about princess daisy #i love princess daisy but facts are rosalina is more popular

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loyaltyworn · 8 months

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@rxmlxw || continued from x. || cause i'm just gonna.

Unprepared.

It's word that doesn't process inside the weapon's mind. They are always prepared in their mission. Down to the last possible second. The smallest detail highlighted, gone over. Filed down to the barest part of itself so there are no mistakes. Mistakes get people killed. People that are not supposed to be killed. People that are his responsibility to bring out of the mission alive. Canonfodder to some in HYDRA's ranks. But the Asset? They've perfected his need to complete his mission to the point that he does not like losing those he has considered his comrads.

Or is it something else? Something deeper? Something he can't see? Or understand? Or grasp? Or know? Only FEEL the ghost of?

Yes. He's programmed to deal with the occasional twist. The inevitable times where even the smallest scenario that's been prepared for twists into something that isn't. What kind of weapon would he be if he misfires under pressure? One that isn't much use. And use is all that he is. All that he knows.

When the doors open to the guards. When Rumlow is face to face with a barrel that could erase him with the flinch of a finger. As well as each one of the others are? Including one pointed at him? It's not the shouting or the removal of safetys or dropping of bullets into chambers or clicks of triggers that the Winter Soldier hears.

It's silence. And stillness.

A slow breath that exhales into a blur of violence. His fingers clutch a blade because a gun at this closeness is damn near useless and that's the fault in their plan. Because the man beside Rumlow is quick to bury it into the temple of the one who would have ended his handler's life should Rumlow move an inch. The eyes of his would-be assailant were taken out on the blade's pathway there. An agony in one sweep of his blade that left the man screaming and the frenzy that started. Bullets fired. Not from their end but randomly and in a panic from their enemy's. Until one after another. The guns stopped. Fear. He felt and smelled fear fill the room deeper and deeper. From the friendly side, too. Bodies began to litter the floor. Bloodied. Blankly staring into empty space. Limp and lifeless with no hope of being saved. The last two died in quiet resignation. Damn near looking as though they accepted there was nowhere to run.

The last one was dead but still in the grip of a metallic hand squeezed tighter and he heard bone shattering. His head tilted. Skin and mask splattered in crimson. Dark hair hung in his face, stuck to his cheek. Blue eyes barely moved to the source of the voice. Only registering the noise once he noticed the warmth of the touch on his flesh and bone shoulder sinking through the leather. The touch to his cheek comes muted but it's enough to jar him out of his mindset. Blue eyes close and open back onto his last kill still dangling from his hand. He drops it. The body heavy enough to rattle the floor under his shoes. Seathing the knife out of his flesh hand into it's place at his hip, he reaches back with a steady hand and unclasps his mask now that they are alone.

Head bowed forward, he stares down at the body as if measuring the damage and without lifting his chin, he flicks his stare about the room.. seeing what he did through a curtain of dark hair before meeting Brock's stare through the mess, shielded behind strands as if it's on purpose.

#chapter thirteen: he's a ghost story. (the winter soldier)#featuring: brock rumlow (rxmlxw)#rxmlxw #this is me continuing this answer you did #from forever ago #cause i found it #and it is too good #so there!

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cowplantcalamity · 10 months

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☆ — put this star in the inbox of your favourite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity! 🕊️🤍

You're the best, and coincidentally also one of my favorite blogs. 💗

#ramblings #answered asks #from forever ago #im sorry #kissalopa

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grissomesque · 10 months

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So once upon a time a beautiful anon, whose ask I can't find anymore, asked me if I had any character or j/p spotify playlists. And I didn't then (not using spotify, myself) but I've finally gotten around to it, and so here you go!

I also moved my Play It Again, Sam playlist over, because I like things neat & tidy. 👌

#i'll add more eventually #j/p playlist #asks #from forever ago #janeway x paris #Spotify

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lifblogs · 11 months

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I still can’t believe how ruined my life is.

#personal #i can’t even finish my longfics #from forever ago #because they’re all spn!

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wellnoe · 2 years

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like. in my head. the first “project” i did on here that i really felt was a project and something that felt fully finished was the fake krakoa cover? which i had had sketched out and tried to do literal years earlier, and i could never make it work. and then the next big thing i remember being really impactful in how i thought about my art, and feeling good about being able to draw, was the jean road to onslaught drawing. so like. i only got more comfy with my art relatively recently.

#i think if you look at the original tags on some art i have done #from forever ago #i reference a drawing being frustrating and not working out and that was the first drafts of the krakoa cover.#idk i am just. thinking.#w.me

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batcubed · 2 years

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