#it's handprint fic!

[burntotears]

Title: The Answer is Always "Okay." Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Teen Malex, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Jesse Manes' A+ Parenting, Aftermath of Abuse, Handprint Fic, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Getting Together, Fluff, Getting to Know Each Other, No Toolshed Incident, Hopeful Ending W/C: 6,079 Summary: After Alex's fight with Kyle at prom, he knows that there will be consequences at home. He runs into Michael in the toolshed, who's so out of sorts from his resulting injury that he accidentally heals him, revealing himself as an alien and connecting their emotions. The course of their future changes irrevocably. (Canon Divergent after Prom—No Toolshed Incident)

Happy Christmas @bloggingbisexually ! This is for the @malexsanta exchange. I subbed in at the last second, so I hope it's still enjoyable for you 💕

Thank you so much to my beta @im-the-punk-who for your amazing help making this story better and for brainstorming with me so I didn't get in over my head. You're the best!

“Alex, wait up!”

Alex could hear Liz’s hurried footsteps behind him and all he really wanted to do was run so that she couldn’t catch up in her high heels, but even now he couldn’t bring himself to be that much of a dick to her. He slowed and turned around, clutching at his face.

She gasped. “You’re bleeding!”

“That’ll happen when someone punches you,” he replied dryly.

“I’m so sorry, Alex, I had no idea–” she cut short at the intensity of his glare.

“Let’s be honest with each other, Liz. You knew. You wanted to focus on how he acted around you and turn a blind eye to what he was doing with his buddies, but you knew.” Not even Alex could say Kyle was all bad—four years ago Kyle had been his best friend, after all. There was a different person in there and he had a feeling that was the one Liz saw the most.

“Alex, I…” she trailed off, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. Strangely enough, Alex knew what she was feeling; he’d gone through the same amalgamation of emotions before high school when Kyle decided he was more of a liability than a friend.

“I’d really just like to be alone right now,” he said, glad to have an out of this conversation.

“But you’re hurt,” she protested weakly.

He chuckled derisively. “I’ve had worse than a few punches from Kyle Valenti.”

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#malexsanta #malex #alex manes #michael guerin #malexsanta2022 #bloggingbisexually #roswell new mexico #malex fic #rnm fic #(my fic) #(malex) #(rnm) #(mine) #(prompts) #it's my first teen malex fic! #it's handprint fic! #it's canon divergent after prom! #all the good things kekw #i wrote it really freaking fast so i hope it doesn't suck #but i really enjoyed writing it

[supernatural-sophia]

COMPLETE FIC! 

Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Jimmy Novak/Dean Winchester, Cassie Robinson/Dean Winchester (past), Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Jimmy Novak (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Bobby Singer (Supernatural) Mentioned Additional Tags: Work In Progress, Time Travel, Stanford Era (Supernatural), Post-Canon, Time Travel Fix-It, Canonical Character Death, Sad, Hurt Dean Winchester, Castiel in the Empty (Supernatural), Good Parent John Winchester, Bad Parent John Winchester, Yes both tags, Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Plot Twists, Gay Jimmy Novak (Supernatural), no beta we die like everyone in supernatural, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Dean Winchester Has PTSD, Physically De-Aged Jack Kline, Confused John Winchester, John Winchester and Sam Winchester Fight About Stanford, Castiel's Handprint (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Saves Castiel from the Empty, Castiel Saves Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, First Kiss, Mild Smut, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel's True Form (Supernatural)

#castiel #spnfandom #spn fanfic #spn #supernatural fic #supernatural #destiel #sam winchester #stanford era #time travel #dean winchester #dean x castiel #jimmy novak #Castiel's handprint

[leavingautumn13]

some outfit ref and miscellaneous sketches for my sole survivor, nora navarre (character tag here, and here on my fanfic blog, @new-eyes-extra-colors).

notes and character stuff under the cut

GENERAL

demi/bi romantic, asexual, born in late summer (virgo)

nora is 33 at the beginning of the fic and has been working as a public defender since she graduated law school (she did work as a prosecutor very briefly, but didn't vibe with it and went back to her old job)

she was born in arizona and only moved to massachusetts once she decided to go to college when she was 18. she would like to travel, but never really got the opportunity.

she comes from a mixed indigenous family (specifically, potawatomi/french) and has two younger sisters (gene and grace), is estranged from her mother, and mostly gets updates on her family from her grandmother and aunt

she met her husband (dana) while working as a waitress in college. he was studying to be a doctor at the time. they were friends for several years before becoming a couple

she's very dedicated to her work at the expense of her social life, having only a few friends (and most of them are her husband's). she prefers to stay at home and garden, run, read, bake, or go hiking instead of socializing, and despite working as a lawyer dreads any sort of attention at a gathering.

FASHION SENSE

she wears the vault suit quite a lot out of practicality--it fits well and is durable and easy to wear under things. she typically wears it under a coat, or under a sweater and jeans in colder months. under the suit she wears a tank top and leggings if it's cold.

for casual wear, she prefers dresses with a sweetheart type top, and wears midi dresses or sundresses. around sanctuary, she wears flats or goes barefoot in the summer months.

BODY + SCARS

she keeps her hair very long, only cutting it to trim split ends and keep her fringe a certain length. the fringe is originally from when she styled it into victory rolls before she decided she didn't like them, but did like the way fringe framed her face.

she ran track and cross country in high school and still runs as exercise. she has long, muscular legs and good core strength, but not much upper body strength. once she starts using a rifle her arms become more toned, but she still isn't that strong.

she regularly shaved her legs prewar, but after the vault no longer has the means. it takes some getting used to for her

she wears little jewelry--just gold hoop earrings and her wedding ring. once she's able to retrieve her husband's dog tags, she wears them and his wedding ring as a necklace.

the c-section scar from shaun's birth is the only major scar she had prewar

early to mid story scars: the scar on her upper left arm is from the first time she was shot. it was a 5mm round from a sentry bot which fortunately only got her once. she also has a radiation burn in the shape of a handprint from when a glowing one grabbed her.

late to post story scars: about three quarters of the way through my fic, she's in a vertibird crash and suffers severe burns and shrapnel wounds over the right side of her body, from about mid thigh up to her shoulder. she has some scars on her cheek and neck from this also, as well as a big scar from a piece of metal that cut a chunk out of her cheek. she almost lost her right eye. her leg was also badly broken in the crash, and she underwent a procedure to pin her bones back together, which left surgery scars along the side of her thigh and front of her shin. she has some trouble walking after this, and can no longer run the way she used to. she also wears a knee brace on her right leg.

OTHER

as far as fighting goes, she prefers not to, and tries to end every situation she can as nonviolently as possible. she can't fight hand to hand at all, and prefers to stay far away from enemies and snipe.

the companions she travels with most are nick, piper, preston, deacon, x6-88, and of course dogmeat, but she spends time and is friends with all of them.

#fallout 4 #sole survivor #fallout #fo4 #autumn.oc #autumn.fic #oc: nora navarre #fic: until dawn #autumn.fandom #autumn.art #i am CONSTANTLY forgetting to draw the handprint burn scar because i haven't written that scene yet #it's just notes #augh #feel free to send me asks about her here or over on new-eyes-extra-colors #she's one of my favorite ocs #so fun fact since i just posted some about my courier aces too: #they're distantly related to each other. #i've been kicking around the idea of nora moving back west after everything in boston happens #to try and see if any of her family survived the war or if their descendants are around #and she finds ace. they become friends. happy times all around #aces gets shaun as a nephew and is super stoked about it #every fallout oc i have is a mixed indigenous midwesterner with siblings and a big family bc write what you know i guess #which like. cool but i also don't have to deal with being an american when i write pokemon fanfic lmao #oc: dana #he's mentioned ig #long post

[koheletgirl]

i just saw someone say natla's zuko's scar was not that bad and use shyamalan's zuko's scar as an example of how it could have been worse and the thing is. well this is the first time i've seen shyamalan's zuko's scar and at least it's *shaped like a handprint*

#and why is there a scar on your face shaped like a handprint #<- iconic katara line from a discontinued fic i will forever lament #🤎

[theloversthedreamersandme82]

Wherever you find love - Chapter 9 - Theloversthedreamersandme82 - The Doctor Blake Mysteries [Archive of Our Own]

Summary: The Wedding Day!

Notes: SURPRISE! Happy Birthday Dee! @doctoraliceharvey I know it's been forever since I updated this fic but I thought what better day to post a Malice wedding, than the birthday of the person who got me shipping them in the first place!? You guys might need to go back and re-read the previous chapter, or like the whole thing… it's been THAT long… I hope it was worth waiting for and you enjoy it.

Sorry, not available on ff.net just yet. Password issues.

#tdbm #the doctor blake mysteries #tdbm fic #fanfic #my writing #kermit writes #wherever you find love #wyfl #a handprint on my heart #alice harvey #matthew lawson #malice #jean beazley #lucien blake #mattie o'brien #original characters

[pinacoladamatata]

been replaying inquisition lately....help

#why hello i dont think ive drawn s*las since like 2015? #solavellan #anyway thats like. not his daughter. its my inquisitors. i imagine she had a 4 y/o daughter at the start of the game #jokes on me for that :)))))))))))) #anyway i remembered i wrote a fic of her daughter causing chaos around skyhold and solas becoming a (reluctant?) stepfather figure #dorian gave her too many sweets and she ran aroudn the rookery pretending to fly #and she left a small handprint on one of solas's murals that he didnt notice until it was too late. right on one of the wolves #like she was trying to pet it #lmao at me putting all this in the tags #pina art

[cyber-phobia]

I bring a gift, nothing more :)

@gentrychild

#my fic #bnha #fic rec #the handprints of death

[vampirepunks]

Sharing this fic by @kamextoise (hope you don't mind the tag, I love your work!) because I've been obsessed with it for literal months, have read it over and over, and I really want to put it in the spotlight for my DS mutuals, because it's beautiful. This fic is heartwarming, heartbreaking, and heartwarming again. I can't recommend it enough, this is the level of SamHiggs emotional intimacy I aspire to write; it's a wonderful work of art that's been a major inspiration. Go read it!!!

#forever going to paint higgs with the scar on his shoulder and repatriation handprint on the back of his neck because of this fic #it's just canon to me now #death stranding #fic recs #samhiggs #ao3

[notsowrites]

As I Reached For You

A 4x06 Malex Coda

A/N: I have so many thinky thoughts about where this whole "Alex was quicksanded" is going. But I of course needed to write out one of the more angsty one.

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"You made it."

Michael rolls his eyes, dropping into the empty seat across from Max's desk. He's intimately familiar with all aspects of the sheriff's department, having spent most of the past decade locked in the holding cell for the most inconsequential of things. But this whole thing feels different, starting with Max asking him to come into the office. But who knows, maybe it's because he's powerless now. There's no alien telepathy happening these days. He's all but human.

A choice taken away from him by yet another person who believes they know best.

"Need help figuring out that proposal for Liz?"

Max frowns at him, as if he's confused by the question."No, I - you haven't heard anything from Alex have you?"

Michael shakes his head. He's trying to keep his cool these days, knowing that Alex is traipsing around the desert where cell service is spotty. But the truth is, between Mimi's death, and his own fight against human illness, the silence on Alex's end is beginning to worry him.

Surely Alex has been somewhere with cell service by now.

"He said he might be out of range."

Max nods, but he doesn't look convinced, opening up the manila folder that's sitting on the desk in front of him, spinning it around so it's facing Michael.

There's a photograph there of an SUV.

A very familiar looking SUV.

"That's Alex's-"

"I know, we ran the plates."

Michael pushes off the chair, listening as it screeches against the linoleum floor.

"Is he alive?"

"There's no sign of him."

He doesn't understand. Alex was just collecting weather balloons. This wasn't something dangerous, his bigoted father is gone, there's no one left who is going to try and kidnap Alex these days.

Max points to something in the photo of Alex's truck, and Michael glances down.

"See that? It's alien."

"The locusts," he sighs, picking up the photo to get a better look. Sure enough, there are multiple spots all across the windshield, similar to what happened to his console and the locust he and Liz tried to dissect.

"The what?"

"Liz brought a specimen to me, a genetically modified locust with alien guts. When we tried to look at it, it yeeted itself across the room and splattered across my console."

"What does that have to do with Alex?"

Michael drops the photo on the desk, making sure Max is paying attention as he points to the markings on the windshield glass. "Locust guts."

"I don't understand. Why would alien locusts be attracted to Alex?"

Michael rolls his eyes again, but stands up and reaches under the neck of his shirt to grab his half of the alien glass necklace he'd made. "Because before he left, I gave Alex the other half of this."

"You gave Alex alien glass?"

As much as Michael would like to get into the finer points of his relationship with Max, now with this new information that Alex's truck was abandoned, he feels like he needs to get out of this office and find him. But where to even start looking? The New Mexico desert is vast and it wasn't like they could just pick a place to start and hope they find him.

He's pushing to stand up and head out, ignoring Max's calls of protest when he wonders if this is his fault. Alex had asked him to take the console to Deep Sky, to run diagnostics on it to potentially make tracking down the weather balloons easier. And he'd refused. He'd let his own insecurities take over as though Alex wasn't worth trusting with it. And he'd done so just long enough for Alex to change his plans so that he didn't need the console, and could get along fine without it.

Was he the reason Alex had gone missing?

If he had his abilities, if Bonnie hadn't sucked them right out of him under her misguided attempt to save him, Michael knows things would be shaking and he'd be working to clamp down the excess of chaos inside him. He'd let the anger bubble over a little, the tiniest of releases to satisfy the itch.

Now all he does is slam his hand against the wall.

"Where'd they find his truck, Max?"

"Michael, don't do anything stupid-"

He turns around, ready to grab the folder off Max's desk.

"I need to find him, Max."

"And we will, but you're still sick and you're powerless. Just wait-"

He feels that anger at himself bubbling back to the surface.

"If this was Liz, if she was potentially missing, you wouldn't be sitting here behind a desk."

Alex is missing and Max is wrong to think he is going to sit calmly around while they devise a plan of action. He doesn't care right now that there's a crazy shape shifting alien who doesn't care if he's dead or alive.

He storms out of the office, and out of the building. If Max isn't going to help, that's fine. He'll figure it out himself.

—-------

"Spending time in a hole in the ground wasn't on my to-do list while I was visiting, ya know."

Rosa stands at the bottom of the ladder in the bunker, looking around in slight wonder. He guessed for someone who's never been down here, the place is probably slightly overwhelming with the amount of stuff he has.

"You're the only person who can help me with this." Michael slides the alien glass necklace over his head and holds it out to Rosa. "I need you to find something with this frequency."

She takes the necklace, inspecting it for a moment, before looking up at him.

"Here or-?"

He shakes his head. "We're going for a drive."

"Gonna need a little more than that if I'm cutting into my sister time."

He hates needing to talk so much when all he wants to do is get to the coordinates Max had given him, the location of where the state police bad found Alex's car abandoned, and search for him. He doesn't even know what he expects to find or why he thinks they'll even find Alex out there in the middle of the desert, but it's the only lead he has and it's not like Max can send a search party out to look for someone wearing a shimmery necklace that reacts when you touch it.

It's then he realizes Rosa appears to be missing the most important part of this whole thing.

"Alex is missing. They found his car abandoned outside town. Did Liz not tell you?"

She shakes her head. "She just said you needed my help."

That's so Liz, he thinks. He knows she's preoccupied at the moment studying his now normal cells in hopes to science together a cure.

"But I don't understand something," Rosa continues, finger running over the alien glass as it shimmers under her touch. "How is a necklace going to help us find Alex?"

"Because Alex has the other half. And I have to hope that wherever he is, he's wearing it."

—-------

Rosa stands in the precise location of the spot where Alex's car had been found. The battery had been dead, the report had said, keys still in the ignition. But all Michael can see around for miles is sand and dirt. It had been half buried, as if a wind storm had rolled through at some point. But that was what led to someone discovering it, and to the state police getting involved.

All things they can worry about later.

"I - there's nothing here, Michael."

He was afraid that might happen. It was the easiest starting point, to think Alex was with the truck somewhere. Even if he refuses to even consider what it would mean for Alex to be buried underneath the sand this way.

That's not even going to be a possibility to him. Alex is alive. He knows he is.

"Are you sure?" He can't help asking.

Rosa turns back away from him, closing her eyes and he waits. He can hear her talking to herself, but can't make out the words. She'd done the same thing when he'd been teaching her how to focus, to catalog each sound in order to isolate the one she needed.

He almost doesn't see when she moves, taking a few steps away from him, as if walking towards something.

She holds out her hand, the necklace dangling from her fingers. "Michael! Take this, so I can focus."

He runs out to her, hopeful it means she found something. The necklace immediately goes over his head and back around his neck, and he takes a couple steps back to give her space.

"There's something - it's faint. Almost like I can't hear it. But there's something…"

She keeps moving, a few steps here, a few more steps there. And Michael wonders how bad the interference from the earth is that she's having this much trouble. But he's asked her to find the smallest piece of glass in the wide open desert - this was never going to be easy.

But he had to try.

"H-here," she finally announces, stopping. "It's here."

Shovel in hand, he digs.

It's his only focus, that they may find Alex.

He doesn't think about how he's digging up dirt and rock and sand. How no one could actually survive this.

He just digs.

Eventually he abandons the shovel, getting down on his hands and knees. Whatever Rosa heard, whatever is down here, he is going to find it.

—-------

Even covered in sand and dirt, Alex Manes is the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on. His hair is matted to his head from the days underground, the necklace still hanging around his neck. Michael presses their foreheads together, softly touching their lips together as the tears roll down his cheeks.

He can't be dead.

He can't.

This isn't how this was supposed to go. Moving in together was supposed to be the beginning. They were building a life together, wasn't that was Alex said?

"Max," Michael sobs into the phone that he's barely able to hang onto. "I need you."

Time passes differently as he sits in the middle of the open desert, cradling Alex's body.

This is his fault. He'd panicked, refused to trust Alex with the console. Had made Alex go traipsing around the desert chasing weather balloons without a plan.

It didn't have to be like this.

"I can't save him, Michael."

He feels the anger bubbling up beneath the surface again.

"Just heal him. Do that thing you do best."

"I can't." There's something different in Max's voice. Regret, maybe. "I asked Bonnie to take my powers."

Michael drops the phone to the ground.

What I can't live without is you, Alex had told him just a week ago. But how was he supposed to live without Alex? How was he supposed to care about this planet, about staying here, when the one person who had tethered him here for the past decade was gone? The one person who made him first believe this planet could be home.

He pushes his hand against Alex's chest, above his heart. He tries to not think about how Alex's chest isn't moving, there's no air traveling to his lungs. That his heart isn't pumping blood anymore to keep him alive.

"You said you can't live without me," he sobs, bent over Alex's body. "But what about me?"

He was supposed to marry Alex. They were supposed to get married, and start a family. They were gonna grow old together. This was supposed to only be the beginning.

Not the end.

"What about me?" He asks again.

Palm still pressed against Alex's chest, Michael starts to sing. He doesn't know if Rosa can hear, doesn't really care either. The words to a song he's only heard once. He pauses every so often to gently kiss Alex's lips, to not think about how they feel wrong. He sobs the lyrics out word by word, remembering the way Alex had looked at him that night six months ago when he'd kissed him outside the Pony. The way Alex had laid his head on his shoulder afterwards, lips pressed to the skin of his neck.

This isn't how their story ends.

The ground starts to quake but he barely feels it.

Michael opens his eyes to see his hand glowing red.

He'd almost lost Alex once. That day he'd maneuvered his way into Deep Sky, only to find Alex teetering on the edge of a ledge. It had been one of the most terrifying moments in his life. A feeling he'd never wanted to repeat. One wrong move, one wrong step, and Alex would have been gone forever.

But he hadn't lost him that day. He'd gotten there in time. He'd found him.

Because they were just finally getting the chance they always should have gotten. They were going to go on that date and hold hands while walking down Main Street. And they were going to start the rest of their lives together.

"This planet isn't home without you in it," he says after he stops singing.

Beneath his hand, Alex's chest moves.

Spitting up sand and dirt, he watches as Alex reaches out to grab onto his shirt, opening his eyes finally.

"Michael."

He's alive.

He's alive.

Michael let's the tears come, feels them streaming down his cheeks, dropping into his shirt.

"I got you," he says, keeping his arms wrapped around Alex. "I got you."

But Alex won't stay still pushing against him, looking around the open desert, as if searching for someone. "Where is she?"

"Where's who?"

"She said - she said I was a contingency plan."

Michael shakes his head in disbelief. Tezca? Had she followed Alex out here as he began his weather balloon search?

"Someone did this?"

Alex nods, pushing himself to sit up, though immediately reaching back to take his hand again. As if Alex needs the touch as much as he does. He watches Alex glance around again, focusing for a moment on Rosa sitting on the tailgate of his truck not far away, phone pressed tight to her ear.

"How'd you - what happened?"

"You died," he replies, voice quiet. It feels less significant in this moment now that Alex is alive in front of him. He glances down at his hands and realizes he brought Alex back.

Bonnie had taken his abilities. She'd made him human. How had he been able to save Alex?

"What's wrong?"

Of course Alex notices. Back alive and of course he senses something is off.

"She stole my abilities. She made me human. But - I just - that shouldn't have been possible." He stares down at his hands, wondering what happened to allow him to bring Alex back to life. That he was suddenly able to heal just like Max.

Like Jones.

He reaches out, trying to move something, anything in the vicinity.

Nothing.

Alex takes hold of his hand, pressing it against his heart, keeping his own on top, and Michael looks up at him, meeting his gaze.

"We'll figure it out. Okay?"

Michael nods. Because it feels much more possible to do something, to believe something, when he's got Alex by his side.

#roswell new mexico #malex #malex fic #alex manes #michael guerin #temporary character death #because i apparently like it angsty #this is my contribution to haleigh's handprint agenda #notso writes fanfic

[lerry-hazel]

What's my motivation here, boss?

Can you imagine Michael’s second set of instructions for Castiel’s Garrison?

Was it like:

- It’s been 30 years and who knows how many fallen brothers-in-arms, and the First Seal has been broken, but you need to keep besieging Hell to retrieve that specific soul. And, once you do, patch up its rotting carcass, stuff the soul back in and leave the whole thing inside a grave, from where it can maybe crawl back into the world that would kill it back repeatedly.

I mean, “we don’t question our orders” goes a long way, but angels are supposed to be obedient, not brain-dead, right?

No, seriously, I’ve written the rescue scene up to Castiel standing in Alastair’s torture chamber with Dean’s soul in hand, and no POV change is helping me to avoid the question of what possessed him to do all the above, instead of just taking it directly to Heaven *insert a facepalm pic I’m too lazy to find*

#fanfiction #ranting #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #angel lore #hell #season 4 #lazarus rising #castiel's handprint #gripped you tight and raised you from perdition #Choose your face wisely (fic)

[loveofastarvingdog]

top ten screenshots that spell disaster for me

#BEING CLEAN???? IN A [redacted] FIC???????? #EXTERNAL SYMBOLISM OF INTERNAL CHANGE?????????? SOMEONE NEEDS TO HUNT ME DOWN ANS. pin me down….. I MEAN HUNT ME DOWN AND KILL ME FOR THIS #oh my god. oh my god. what does it mean. not the one flesh not the handprint not the cleansing……. #timothy's txts. #tw caps

[lilyrizzy]

If you were to write a soulmate/bond fic right now how would you do it? Names on each others bodies, matching marks, first time you touch, etc?

hmmmm, two ideas

you remember all of your past lives together after the first time you and your soulmate kiss

or

you get the same scars/injuries on your body your soulmate does!

#sorry neither of these are very imaginative #the first one though i could imagine as like #a very long pining kinda fic where theres a big build up etc and max and daniel love each other but don't think they can every be together #idk why okay just reasons #and then when they finally kiss they see all these lives theyve lived where theyre happy #and it all feels possible #and then the second one imagine like #an au where max has a rough childhood a la J*s #and daniel noticing sometimes bruises appearing on his legs/arms on mondays #one time a bright red handprint across his cheek on a sunday afternoon #and just thinking whoever she is #i have to save her #and it turns out to be max #anyway sorry goodbye lol #ask me things

[autobots-anonymous]

For @exileandtrust 's Handprints!

#mouse makes things #tfp optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #humanformers? #kinda? #idk i love John aight #and i love this fic #handprints

[potatoesandsunshine]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Vox Machina (Cartoon), Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Scanlan Shorthalt/Pike Trickfoot Characters: Scanlan Shorthalt, Pike Trickfoot Additional Tags: The Legend of Vox Machina Spoilers, Episode 9 spoilers, No Critical Role Spoilers, Major Character Injury, Healing, Feelings Realization, love at nth sight, could scanlan build a pedestal so high that even pike couldn’t stand on it? he doesn't think so, yes it's an arm handprint fic Summary:

Grog goes down under a pile of corpses and Scanlan can’t even take a breath to sing, everything in him hurts so fucking bad and he hasn’t told anyone but it’s started creeping up his neck and down into his chest, and he hopes when he goes Vex will have eyes on him to end it quickly, he hopes he doesn’t get up, this is such a shitty way to go—and then none of that matters, not even a little. Because then: Pike.

#tlovm #critical role #pikelan #i think this is probably the most shippy one of these oneshots is gonna get? but yeah #sorry i see a glowing handprint and that to me is a love confession. i have that flavor of brain poison #anna's fic notes #also again. i gotta say. it SUCKS to be in whitestone.

[eepy-pleepy]

Hey come along with me for a minute come look at my new headcanon

So the Handprint ™ was created when Castiel pulled Dean out of Hell, that's just canon baybee

But Castiel was not occupying a vessel nor was Dean in his corporeal body at the time

It was Castiel's trueform making direct contact with Dean's soul

Therefore the handprint isn't literal

It's not a burn left on the surface of Dean's skin

It's a physical manifestation of something much, much deeper

It's not a burn it's a residue

It's a residue of grace that Cas can still feel, under very specific circumstances (that's not where I was going with this, you dirty bird)

Which means, perhaps

Because this residue is something that Cas can, under some circumstances, feel

And it is physically manifest on Dean's corporeal form (and also much, much deeper)

That Dean is, in fact, a multi-dimensional being

Because he's got traces of a multi-dimensional being in him which can be felt over multiple dimensions by said multi-dimensional being which means Dean, too, exists, to some degree, across all of those dimensions

#i've connected the dots dot jpeg #maybe i've just got the brain scramblies #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #i've had the headcanon for a while that Cas left grace traces when he left the handprint #Grace Traces ™ #and that he can feel it under very specific circumstances #usually extreme stress #anyway #back to the fic I was writing #thanks for coming to my ted talk #spn #shhh wren #wren writes

[homeybee]

i really wanna just scream at the world HEY EVERYONE READ MY FIC ITS BAD BUT I LIKE IT AND I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT butlike. not socially acceptable

anyway.

pls.

#svsss #mxtx #writing #my writing #fic #its not actually Bad but u know when you make something and it has your grubby little handprints all over it!