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pencilscratchins · 2 years
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found this comic that i forgot to include in the kevin & the wonder twins zine! i think jack should have the ability to create little friends and i think if billie had been god (like they should have been,) they would have let jack have that power. [ID in ALT]
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filmnoirsbian · 2 years
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I wish supernatural fans were oppressed
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lieblxng · 8 months
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Moonlight Cookie (Cookie Run), Loremaster (HELLTAKER), Adora (She-Ra), The Collector (The Owl House), Panne, Yarne, Silas, Sophie, Lilith, Manuela, Sitri, and Askr (Fire Emblem) are all available for interaction! They all have been added to the mobile muse list, the blog muse list, with their small blog bio done, the shipping list and then finally added to the muse interest check! Check them all out when you guys can!
Our biggest haul, babeeeeeeeeey! Major update, guys! :D I've gotten small bios for every single character on this 60+ multimuse blog and most of them have graphics on the main blog! And are ready to go! Yay, I'm out of coding hell! Lillie (Pokémon), Plumeria (Pokémon), Castiel (Supernatural), Ryoko (Pokémon), Fujimoto (Pokémon), Lore (HEARTBOUND), Gregory (FNAF), and Glamrock Freddy (FNAF) are still in need of graphics and are incomplete, but their bios are at least complete. I still need to work on bio summaries for those who don't have it, but there's still bio info on there!
The links in the description for the main blog, not the mobile one, don't work? For some reason? At least it works on the mobile blog and the same links can be accessed in the navigate area, so I'm not too worried about it for now. There's a lot with this update I can't list it all, but I have updated PSDs, changed blog colors to make it more noticeable, and other things. I haven't gotten all the zodiac signs for my muses too but :'D that's for later too. Alright, anyway, thank you so much for your time guys!!
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grabxyourxcrucifix · 1 year
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@we-lose-control-of-the-moment - Mike - Continued from here.
- Josh -
He sighed, clacking his teeth behind the cloth mask. Josh never meant it as a threat, he simply did it in thought now. As far as he was concerned, his family was religious. He. Wasn’t. Not now, at any rate. What god would do this to his family?  “It.. I-”
“...It’s fine.” A couple of steps back before he leaned against the wall; a growl like sigh escaping his lips soon after. Right. This poor man and his mangled hands. “That was funny though, gotta admit.”
His hands came up, feeling at the mask to make sure it was covering his mouth properly before turning to face Mike’s handywork; adjusting the banner out of his blind spot. 
“...No one’s coming..” a muttered phrase just a hair above a whisper before another clack of the teeth; this time his hand going over his mouth over the mask to stop it. 
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system-of-a-feather · 2 years
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Dissociative Symptoms Grumbles
So I'm heading back to university tomorrow night and the following morning in a road trip, and - per the usual of swapping from hometown to university town - mild annoying dissociative symptoms are just back and sitting here.
Like logically I'm like "yep going back up tomorrow night, gonna be long distance from my boy for like two to three months again, possibly more if I get a job up there, gonna have a large change of how things be, going back to school going back to near-full independence and saving money cool cool" but like, my emotional brain is temporally just disjointed.
My emotional brain I don't think has even registered that anything is changing soon and is just completely stunted in assuming that tomorrow and the next day and the next day will be the same as its been and I'm just like "bro, if you don't catch up with the news, you'll probably be caught off guard and more sad when you realized you weren't emotionally available to process your emotions cause you weren't caught up."
Like there is the chance that I just really don't feel anything about the idea of going back to uni and all - but usually I do feel either positive / relieved or negative / sad but like.... I'm just like not even registering it emotionally as anything significant or weird and Im like 75% sure its just my emotional brain caught in a dissociative symptom cause every time I go from university and home town or vice versa there is always a period of just dissociative spike.
I'm pretty used to it at this point, since I go back and forth like 6-8 times a year so this would be like, time number 25+ of this transition, but its always all the more frustrating and annoying than anything else. Like just a big "Here we go again"
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drunkcnsunlight · 2 years
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--- once upon a time, lance preston had not been the most approachable person. on the contrary, he was irritable, arrogant, and truly hard to get along with. thankfully, being trapped in a building in which supernatural phenomena were taking place humbled a man necessarily. the man was trying to adjust to a new world in which he could have his freedom and be allowed to start anew. he’d spent the better part of the morning attending events, and that brought him to the local farmer’s market now. he’d filled his bag and that was when the person came up to him. “good morning,” he greeted, remembering his manners that day. “am i in your way? i could move aside so that you can take your pick of the red peppers.” 
closed for @bcssbitchs and @igcttabe and @ragdclls​ and @stillgrxwing​
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papermccn · 1 year
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continued from ∆ FRIGHT ∆  -  sender grabs the receiver’s hand because they are scared (Jinx and Soo Oh)  @youllalwaysbemyporcelain​
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"shit, -what? see a ghost? actually wouldn't put it past that place. think last week i saw a demon- you know with horns all? -don't be calling me crazy when you're gripping on strangers. " she added with a twitch of insanity on her lips, "-honestly, what is your deal? i'm not psychic y'know?"
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disordersgirl · 2 years
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adding to my other post what do you guys see in dean winchester
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moved-2-koiranliha · 2 years
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im gonna lose my fucking mind this is the funniest fucking thing ive ever seen
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throughxthexmist · 1 year
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(@grabxyourxcrucifix) “This is so much, I don’t know if I can handle it.” Josh to Hannah
@grabxyourxcrucifix { Josh }
{ Hannah }
The younger sister dropped down from the wall of the cabin; having to check their surroundings before she rested herself, looking at Josh.
She knew he had one hell of an appetite to begin with, but.. maybe grabbing two people was too much.
Hannah could take the rest.
"Eat all you can, Josh"
She crouched down next to him as she spoke; her long arm going over his shoulder and hand on the ground, cheek resting on his in a hug.
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filmnoirsbian · 2 years
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The fact that supernatural based their sexless gay-in-theory little angel on the biggest bisexual slut (honorific) in dc history is endlessly funny to me. They said what if we made the punk rock magician who sucked and fucked his way through hell an accountant
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iceageyaoi · 2 years
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mod sid do you ship destiel?
yes, but i am critical of the way that supernatural portrays religion!!!!!!
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lcstkey · 27 days
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Trigger Warnings: long post, alcohol mention, hallucination, corpse mention, death mention, murder mention, ghost, spirits, supernatural, blood, injury, burned skin, racism
From his post at the Mih Khetto’s Amphitheater, Carlisle watched the young girl with suspicion as she began to question certain individuals, those who had someone dear to them go missing recently. Artemis’ squirrel resting on her shoulders and the three-legged griffin cub tailing behind her.
He saw that she often either their ire for her insensitivity or the stubborn persistence, perhaps both. From the desperation of her voice, Artemis appeared to be searching for answers as if her life depended on them. The Wood Wailer doubted her; if they hadn’t found any shred of clues to go by what made her so sure that she would?
Carlisle had made it known as he stomped to her table at the Carline Canopy. The Wood Wailer’s harsh words and insults caused her to flinch but the girl had kept her pale eyes down at the food she picked and the worn map of Gridania and the Shrouds spread across the table. He ended it with a warning to not go poking in others’ affairs and ended it with certain name-calling, calling her an Al Mhigan brat.
Stupid kid is going to get herself killed…
At his night post, the Wood Wailer watched her venture out alone, lance on her back, having instructed the griffin cub and the squirrel to wait for her at the entrance of the Carline Canopy. She appeared to be trekking toward the Central Shroud.
Little did he know that Artemis would fail to return for several nights.
It was on the fifth night that the young adventurer stumbled back to the Carline Canopy and headed straight toward the innkeeper of the Roost. She appeared as if she had become a coeurl’s play toy; her armor’s all clawed up, bloodied from injuries, dirtied, and falling apart. Artemis held her hand to the right side of her head, blood pooling through her fingers.
Mother Miounne’s sharp gasp caused his gaze to turn toward her then toward the swaying girl. Carlisle stepped in to block her way and in turn, bumping into her. Her pale eyes glare up at him as she told him to go away, that she did not want to deal with him and “the lance forever stuck up his ass” and wanting to sleep. A scream from the table next to them cause his attention follow toward their gaze: to the bloodied Hyuran ear hanging off her head.
The ear that had been nearly ripped off, the ear she had been cradling to prevent its loss. Losing consciousness from the injury and blood loss, she is the next to fall. The Wood Wailer is quick to catch her then immediately and adamantly demanded for a chirurgeon.
The young adventurer would not wake until the next night. The chirurgeons were able to successfully reattached the ear but they could not make heads and tails about the strange acidic burns behind the torn ear. The chirurgeons could tell and said so that the injury is darkness based so in theory her attacker may have been a Voidsent or someone, something, with a strong affinity toward Darkness.
He once asked her if she had found the missing and witnessed an expression so haunted he only saw on the Calamity survivors and those who had fought against the Empire. That expression that should not belong to an adventurer so young yet now he suspects that she had more stories to tell than she had let on.
Artemis shook her head silently then whispered, “They’re never coming home.”
The Wood Wailer took her discarded armor and lance to have them repaired while the chirurgeons did their work in another room. He would mentally note that that while her armor has been severely damaged, her lance still appeared as if the weapon hadn’t been used in the encounter at all.
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“I looked up to you, you know.”
Artemis’ phantom is staring down at him, crouching down from atop the table, with clouded eyes. Her armor and the flesh on her face clawed and torn as if she had been ripped apart by Garuda’s talons. She smiles somberly whilst the Wood Wailer stared down at his drink with sunken eyes. His companions did not notice and continued their banter.
 “All I ever wanted to, ever tried to do was help. That’s what it means to be an adventurer isn’t it?” She asks almost innocently. Carlisle swallows the lump forming in his throat and feels the guilt settle in the pit of his stomach. He never forgot the sight of the shock and fear in her pale eyes when he pushed her off that cliff in the North Shroud. It’s been many moons since that day and thanks to their ruse, the young adventurer was remembered as a hero who lost her life saving his Wood Wailer party from the Voidsent.
“What explanation did you have, Ala Mhigan brat?” He grumbles under his breath, briefly recalling her last words and earning a disturbed expression from the companion seated next to him. The young adventurer furrows her brows as she did whilst in deep thought and removes herself from the table top, pacing as he turned to watch. The next few moments were too excruciatingly long.
“…I don’t remember…” Artemis answers finally, flinching underneath his glare and then in her accusatory tone, “You killed me before I could tell you anything, don’t you remember?” In a fit of rage, he slams down his drink and just as he turns his gaze away from the phantom girl, his eyes catch a fleeting shadow slipping out the door of the Carline Canopy. He swiftly stands, grabbing his lance whilst his companions quieted and could only watch in stunned silence. A little griffin cub and a squirrel laying together beside the door briefly turn their gazes up to watch him leave.
He found himself chasing that shadow through the markets, pushing through the crowds to wandering out of Gridania, taking the boat to the East Shroud. The beady-eyed shadow leads him to the Bramble Patch where the young adventurer once trained herself against the boars and bats against her lance.
Expecting to hear silence, Carlisle instead hears a hushed voice telling an “Umbra” to dig there and rushes in through the brambles, expecting bandits or poachers. Instead, he sees an enormous wolf of shadow standing behind a familiar adventurer, now donning a hooded cloak on top of a dragoon’s armor and her hair chopped short. A dirty backpack and a pile of soil lays at her feet.
Despite the change in her appearance, he recognizes the fear in those unclouded, pale eyes and feels the dark hate rise and burn as he realizes that she somehow survived that fatal fall. The adventurer steps back, nearly bumping into the snarling wolf who began to step in front of her.
“Carlisle…?” Artemis asks, her voice shaking and unsure, “I-is that you?” Since when did his eyes turn to the same yellow eyes as the Shadows? And why were there half a dozen Shadows lurking at his side that he failed to notice?
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getoutofmytardis · 3 months
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only just realising that if someone says cw supernatural they mean like cw the company not content warning 😪
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grabxyourxcrucifix · 1 year
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@throughxthexmist - Hannah - Continued from here
- Josh - 
He just studied the bodies in front of him for a moment, leaning back into his sister and giving a little chuffing purr. He wasn’t used to the sounds coming from him yet, but at least he could communicate with her easily. 
Horror gore never bothered him, either. 
After a moment of resting, Josh leaned forward; trying to figure out where to bite on the stranger. 
“So..”
“Anything you want me to save for you, Hannah?”
If anything, he was trying to stall until he could get his stomach ready. Digging into a person was still.. well.. rough, if he wasn’t feral.
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savagegood · 9 months
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sometimes the knowledge you gain on twitter is both blessed and cursed
also his likes are sending me:
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