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amaranthhiding · 11 months
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Regarding Sam
by Hiding Amaranth
Words: 7,292 (finished) Rating: Teen Relationships: Rowena/Sam, Rowena & Amnesiac Dean
Tags: Canon Universe, Episode 12x11, Missing Scenes, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Life-or-Death Stakes, Magic, Witches, Rowena Realizes She Cares, Pre-Relationship, Sam Being a Prisoner, Amnesiac Dean Being Chaotic, Humor, Soft Rowena, Rowena Teaching Herself to Drive a Car to Save Sam
Point-of-View Characters: Rowena
Summary: When they hear Sam's blood-curdling scream over the phone, Rowena is far more affected than she thought possible. She has to make up her mind whether or not to turn her back on the Winchesters in their dire need—and how far exactly she'll go to save them. (Or my version of what happened in episode 12x11 between Sam's scream and the moment we see Dean wake up in the Impala, plus two additional new scenes at other blank spaces where the episode faded to black. And all of that from Rowena's point of view!)
Written for the Sam Winchester Rare Ships Week 2023 Day 6: "Missing Scene / Episode Tag" hosted by @spnrareships
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If you'd like to be added/removed from my taglist for Samwena and/or other SPN content, let me know in a reblog, reply, or personal message. :) @spnrarepairbunker @fanficlounge @panthera-dei @samsrowena Excerpt under the cut
"Age nunc intellectum," Catriona's lilting, obnoxious voice said over the speaker, casting a spell unknown to Rowena despite her vast knowledge of the arcane. Perhaps it stemmed directly from the Grimoire. "Age nunc intellectum atque voluntatem omnem meam."
The spell created a terrible, high-pitched noise, loud enough that Rowena had to lower the phone's volume lest they'd risk damage to their eardrums even from afar.
Sam screamed.
Screamed like she'd never heard him before.
His agony seemed to resonate somewhere deep within her muscles, shaking that barely contained landslide out of its constraints once more. She could swear she felt something shatter inside herself.
Then his scream broke off abruptly.
A blockage in her chest refused to let her breathe. Completely taken by surprise over her own reaction, she didn't know what to do or even think.
Nobody had ever—
She wasn't supposed to—
Clinging to the flickering movement of candlelight on the table, she swallowed against the lump in her throat and tried to make sense of what she was feeling. The weak attempt to ground herself failed miserably.
"Sam?" Dean's quiet, doubtful question condensed her thoughts far more effectively than she herself could have.
Sam, was he truly—
Too overwhelmed by the chaos in her head, the sound of Catriona's voice over the speaker actually made her wince.
"Tie him to that chair before he wakes up. I'll be right back."
Before he wakes up.
Heavens above.
She only just had enough sense to press a hand in front of her mouth to stifle the sound of relief that threatened to escape her.
It took another few seconds and several deep breaths until she regained control enough to think clearly. The first thing she did was mute their microphone, so that the ongoing connection would hopefully remain undiscovered, no matter how much noise they caused.
"What do we do?" Dean asked of her, looking at her with open trust as if she held all the answers in the world.
To the echo of hounds in her mind, she realized how much the lad's behavior reminded her of her time in Scotland, back when Fergus had been but a wee thing.
Casting a glance over to the motel room's door, she knew that she could turn her back on all this and be on her merry way. A past version of her would have done just that.
There was a sensation of wetness clinging to the corners of her eyes. Who knew if it had been caused by the memories of times long gone or by the mistaken conviction that Sam Winchester was no more.
At a distance of just a handful of steps, the door still beckoned her. But she wasn't the same woman anymore.
The things the supposed end of the world did to you.
Getting rid of the unshed tears with a hasty swipe of her hands, she squared her shoulders and straightened her posture before meeting Dean's gaze.
"Why, we save him, of course," she said, as if it was the most logical conclusion in the world. Perhaps it was. Or perhaps she'd finally lost her mind.
Dean smiled like a child who'd found the candy. "Oh, good, yeah, that's—" In a mood change as sudden as a lightning strike, he frowned instead. "How?"
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rhaveyn · 7 years
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I was tagged by @amarantharts c: <3
1- Name/Nicknames? Scar, Scars, Shroom, Ruby, Rubes
2- Height? 5 ft something?
3- Hogwarts House? Ravenclaw/Slytherin
4- Last Thing Googled? Stranger Things 2
5- A fictional character I’d like as a sibling? Klaus Baudelaire 
6- How many blankets do I sleep with? 2 - 5 - I get super cold at night cx
7- Favourite artist/band? Atm it would have to be The Cure, The Used, Placebo, Porcupine Tree & A Perfect Circle (to name a few).
8- How many blogs do I follow? 2206
9- What do I usually post about? Foresty/nature things & music mostly (depends on the blog though)~
10- Do you get asks regularly? They more so seem to come in occasional floods (on my personal blog @captain-shroomical, anyway) haha
11- What’s your Aesthetic? Goth, hippie, faerie, ‘naturesque’
12- Tag 20 followers
There’s no way I can come up with 20 but I do tag @evolvingeden, @pattyhoranfelton92 and @liahpaisley <3 
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vulturegeorge · 7 years
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tagged by @scienceoftheidiot and then I forgot about it for a while. thanks :) I got like 100 new followers, I think because of the snakes? well welcome fellow reptiblrs I guess, here’s some stuff about me :)
1- Name/Nicknames? Niki, Nik. My real name is Niole and I hate it!
2- Height? 1.72m
3- Hogwarts House? Hufflepuf because they like to eat a lot right?
4- Last Thing Googled? How to make this scarf, and the I realized she they didn’t use a pattern. Its so pretty <3
5- A fictional character I’d like as a sibling? Nala from the lion king :)
6- How many blankets do I sleep with? One duvet plus one purple fuzzy blanket on top when my boyfriend leaves. He’s a radiator
7- Favourite artist/band? right now the comediennes from the Guys we F@#ked podcast !
8- How many blogs do I follow? 266, not bad. I try not to let my feed get too long or it frustrates me when I can’t finish it
9- What do I usually post about? Animals, cozy cute fluffy things, plants, knitting, vulture culture (its slowed down though since I movend into an appartment). Food, especially baked goods <3. My cat & snakies. My sheep from work & science! Basically, stuff that makes me feel good.
10- Do you get asks regularly? not really but i’d love to
11- What’s your Aesthetic? old natural history museum, sometimes nordic minimalism (so sad these two don’t go together very well)
12- Tag 20 followers
ugh... maybe not 20, i dont have enough tumblr friends. come be my friend @nalupiart or @unicornbat112 @amarantharts @muniaelena
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amaranthhiding · 1 year
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I saw these posters in my head for various combinations of SPN characters who appear in my fic Empty Earth, and I thought they'd be fun to actually see on screen. So I went unhinged and made them.
Most of these are serious, but some are complete crack.
Destiel:
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He lost a deal - he found Truth. He lost his best friend - he found Despair. (Episode 15x18 "Despair" was originally meant to be named "The Truth".)
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Samwena:
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He lost his hope - he found his power. She lost her throne - she found her heart.
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He lost his shoe - she lost hers, too.
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Jack + Crowley:
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He lost his family - he found a demon. He lost everything - he found a nephilim.
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Castiel + HunterCorp Dean:
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He lost his body - He lost his world. He found a new one.
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HunterCorp Sam and Dean:
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He didn't lost the man bun - his hair is sacred. He lost his soul - what the heck!
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Michael + Adam:
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He lost his purpose - he found his guide. He lost his body - he found his soul. ===
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He lost his sword - he found this guy. He lost nine years - he found this fry. ===
Meg + Balthazar:
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She lost her name - she found an angel. He lost his way - he found an army.
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Mick + Ketch:
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He lost his life - he lost his job. He found his courage - he found himself.
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Gabriel + Ash:
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He lost his grace - he found a void. He lost his life - he's cool with it.
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Kevin + Naomi:
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He lost his mind - he found a ghost. She lost the host - she found a mind.
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Mary + John:
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She lost her past - she found the future. He lost his wife - he found his doom.
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Chuck + Amara:
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He lost control - he found enemies. She lost herself - she found a prison.
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Note: Several of these combinations are not meant as romantic pairings. They just ended up in the same place at the same time in my story. Or they don't even interact, but their character arcs either have something in common or are polar opposites. You know.
(In other words, I just threw characters together into one pic on a whim because It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time.)
I know, I know, I'm crazy for making so many of these, lol. But I injured my leg and can't walk right now, so I needed the distraction.
And I kept thinking "But what about these characters? Don't they deserve a poster, too?"
If seeing these posters made you curious, Empty Earth is on AO3.
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amaranthhiding · 11 months
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And the demons just handed you the throne? No one hands you anything, darlin'. I took it. — Castiel & Rowena in 15x08 I've been focused for so long on keeping my job. Never realized I hate it. — Crowley in 12x23
Am I really still the only participant in the SPN Royalty of Hell Weekend? It felt like a great injustice was being committed to my favorite demon by not having any content for him on the "King of Hell" day. Wish I could create original artworks, but I can't draw for my life. I swear, my stickmen look worse than Sam's so-called police sketch, lol. So here, have this hellish collage of the MacLeods and their thrones.
 @spnrareships @panthera-dei
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amaranthhiding · 11 months
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Dibs on Samuel
by Hiding Amaranth
Words: 2,194 (finished) Rating: Teen Relationships: Rowena/Sam
Tags: Canon Universe, Episode 15x08, Rowena/Sam First Kiss, Angst with Happy Ending, Angst and Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Ruler of Hell Rowena, Sam Using Magic
Point-of-View Characters: Sam
Summary: Now that the fact had sunken in that Rowena wasn't gone forever, that she was only a spell away, he couldn't let it go. He had to return to Hell.
Written for the SPN Royalty of Hell Weekend 2023 Day 2: Queen of Hell hosted by @spnrareships
Banner created by the author Read Dibs on Samuel on AO3
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He let himself sink to his knees, pulling the boxes of spell ingredients and Rowena's journals out from under his bed. A sense of calm washed over him the moment his fingers touched the red leather cover, the same way it had for weeks now. Something to cling to in the insanity his life had become.
The magic, all that knowledge right there in front of him, had sucked him in quickly. It had carried him through sleepless nights, most of which had ended with a tear-streaked face—especially whenever he'd stumbled over any kind of personal annotations scribbled onto the pages. Almost as if she'd been right there with him.
He'd been convinced that these journals were all that remained of her, his only way of ever interacting with her again. That's why he'd refused to store them anywhere other than his own room.
Doing what we do, we've had to get used to losing people. Probably too used to it.
When he'd said this to Michael just minutes ago, he'd been talking about Adam. But he realized the statement applied to Rowena as much as to his younger brother.
With Adam, we said goodbye because we thought we had to. We were wrong.
He'd tried so hard to say goodbye, to let go of her. To stop the flashbacks of the moment the dagger had sunken into her stomach. The nauseating squelch still haunted his dreams whenever he closed his eyes.
When he'd used Rowena's spell to teleport Dean, Cas and himself to Hell, he'd done so only in the vague hope of finding Michael. The last thing he'd expected was to find Rowena instead.
Ironically, he'd spent most of the encounter too stunned to say much. And that even though he'd lain awake in the half-dark of his room many nights in a row, imagining all the things he wished he could still ask her, tell her. He hadn't thought he'd ever get a chance to.
Now that the fact had sunken in that she wasn't gone forever, that she was only a spell away, he couldn't let it go. He had to return to Hell.
With any luck, nobody would even notice he was gone. He didn't have the exact numbers to convert Earth and Hell times, but even just ten minutes here should be plenty of time over there. Archangels and God be damned, he'd take the time.
Nobody was there to keep the flame burning in case he'd need longer than the contents of the bowl would last, but he felt that this was something he had to do on his own. In the worst case, he wouldn't exactly get trapped on the other side anyway, not with Rowena calling the shots. He trusted her.
The magic ingredients were exactly how he'd left them, all stacked neatly into a small box next to the spell bowl. It didn't take long at all to prepare the spell for the second time that day. Though he was sure he remembered every word, he still leafed through the journal for confirmation, finding the page blindly. He let his finger pads glide over the elegant handwriting and exhaled with a brief smile, shaking his head about himself.
His blood was the last ingredient missing, so he swallowed and took a deep breath to calm his nerves, then cut into his palm. The feeling of a knife in his hand made him sick to his stomach after what he'd been forced to do to her. A trickle of red fell from his clenched fingers into the bowl, and he had to remind himself that it was his own this time. Not hers.
"Initium ad inferna permittatur," he whispered, his hands trembling as he lit a match to throw it into the mix.
He watched the small flame's descent and rested his fingers against the bowl's edge, the metal cold to the touch.
The explosion of purple was blinding, and he blinked, hastily wiping his sleeve over his face when the by now familiar sensation of tears appeared on his cheeks. He knew better than to think it had been caused only by the brightness.
When his vision cleared, he was standing in one of Hell's dark corridors. He still remembered the way to the throne room from earlier, though he really hoped he wouldn't have to fight his way through.
The alley leading directly to the throne room's gate came into view, framed by golden hooded statues on both sides. Several demons eyed him, and he fell into a combat stance by instinct. But then the demon at the front of the group of guards said, "Let him pass, he's on the list."
He was escorted the short distance to the gate. The demon cleared his throat before pushing it open, then announced loudly, "Milady, Samuel Winchester is here."
And there she was.
Sam had been a fool to think the second time seeing her on that snake-headed throne would be any less breathtaking.
Read Dibs on Samuel on AO3
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amaranthhiding · 1 year
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Just something I made for the episodes 15x17 “Unity” 15x18 “Despair” 15x19 “Inherit the Earth” It might be hard to see, but the faces of Jack, Amara, and Cas in the middle are all taken from scenes where each of them has a single tear running down their cheek, while Jack is telling Cas how scared he is in 15x18, Amara is getting consumed by Chuck in 15x17, and Cas by the Empty in 15x18. The names on the floor of the bunker at the bottom of the image are the ones carved into the library table in 15x19. The flower is the one that Amara was holding when she declared herself a Defender of Earth in 15x17. I’m not very proficient with graphics stuff, but figured this one turned out well enough to share with you all. <3
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amaranthhiding · 1 year
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For @altarofrowena's 2k Celebration - Day Four Ketch (or Dean/Ketch)
I have no idea how to make gifsets, but I still wanted to give you something for your 2k celebration.
So, here, have some Ketchy goodness!
Congratulations on 2k followers!! For someone like me who only has a small blog, that seems like a crazy achievement. But if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that you deserve every single follower! <3
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amaranthhiding · 1 year
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I created these covers for my post-15x18 fic Empty Earth. The characters' faces are shrouded in darkness to mirror the darkening of the sky inside the story.
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amaranthhiding · 1 year
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A Metal Pursued by the Witless is FINISHED!
(Yep, you read that right. Can’t believe I’m saying this, but it’s done. I posted all three final chapters in one go.)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43389420
Pairings: Sam/Rowena Rating: Explicit Words: 46,557 Chapters: 11/11 Tags: Adventure & Romance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Action, Humor, Magic, Witchcraft, Curse Breaking, Travel to Exotic Location, Soft Rowena, Protective Sam, Protective Rowena, Mutual Pining, Sam POV, Rowena POV Prompt: SPN RarePairTober 2022 day 19 prompt “Fool’s Gold” Summary: Rowena shows up at the bunker after she has been targeted by a lethal curse with the sole goal of destroying her. Under the shadow of this ticking timer of doom, she and Sam are left with a handful of days to prevent a slow, painful death. The search for a cure sees them on a last-minute flight to Central America. (Or my attempt to escape the cold and gray of real-life winter by traveling to faraway places in my mind.)
Cover created by the author [The hidden jaguar silhouette in the image above is taken from silhouettegarden.com.]
Excerpt of chapter 9 under the cut:
For several long seconds, the silence was broken by nothing but the low hum of magic near the stairway. Then she heard something like a cough, certain it stemmed from the opening in the ground. Oh, bloody Hell. She really had to crawl over there in the most undignified manner, didn't she? At least the Coven wouldn't bear witness. That small reserve of strength she'd found somewhere inside of herself was used up like nothing as she pulled herself through the grass. Despite her own labored breaths, she tried to listen intently so that she wouldn't miss any further sounds from below. Her body seemed to consist of nothing but pain at this point and she just wanted it to stop, to receive a single moment of peace so that she could catch her breath again. But alas, she was well aware there were only two possible paths out of this for her, and one of those ended in Hellfire. The other… She heard a quiet splash, somewhere deep down in the darkness of the lower level of the ruins, followed by another cough. And then a breathless call of her own name, tinged in enough desperation that it touched that frozen spot inside of her which she'd only recently discovered was still alive. If she hadn't made up her mind already, she surely would have now. After one last glance at her dead nemesis who had so kindly shown her the way, she thought, 'To Hell with it all,' and rolled herself over the edge of that dark opening with all the elegance of a felled tree. As she dropped through the air rapidly, she thought that if Sam did even so much as hint again that he didn't have her trust, she'd forever remind him of this moment. Cold water broke her fall none too gently, causing new pain to surge through her body. The waves of her impact crashed down on her, surrounding her from all sides and pulling her deeper, ever deeper. Having lost all sense of direction, she struggled weakly in the doomed attempt to swim with a body that had given up on her. As water rushed into her lungs, she thought that maybe she should have chosen Hellfire after all. Then she felt an arm around her midsection that steered her back to the water surface where she coughed and wheezed for air even more vehemently than before. Sam's body was warm in the cold water, giving her a focal point as she got her bearings, blinking against the drops splashing into her face. Read the full story on AO3. @spnrarepairbunker
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amaranthhiding · 7 months
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"This is ridiculous," Sam huffed, adjusting his scarf. "This team is highly dysfunctional. Who even is our squad leader? How are we supposed to save this world if none of you can agree on anything?" -- AU Sam in Empty Earth, chapter 20 I made a little something for AU Sam. For... no reason. coughs (Yes, I'm finally back to working on chapter 23 of Empty Earth, so that I can finally post 21 and 22 as well. Or, well, trying to work on it, despite life being life.)
I love these silly little AU hunters, and it's so much fun to write for them and expand on what little the canon has given them.
It's about time AU Sam got his first POV in this story!
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amaranthhiding · 10 months
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Hiding Amaranth
SPN Art Masterlist Sadly I can't draw, so I can only work with screenshots from the show. I know, I know, that can't be compared at all to what this fandom's extremely talented artists can do with original drawings. But maybe someone still likes the stuff I made.
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1. Various & Sundry Art
Unity, Despair, Inherit the Earth created during my rewatch of season 15 with Jack & Amara focus
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The Throne created for the SPN Royalty of Hell Weekend 2023 Day 1: King of Hell Day 2: Queen of Hell
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Ketch created for altarofrowena's 2k celebration Day 4: Ketch or Dean/Ketch
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Rowena and La Tunda (La Tunda is from The Winchesters episode 1x02)
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HunterCorp Sam created for my fanfic Empty Earth (chapter 23)
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2. Fanfic Covers/Banners
Cover: Empty Earth created for my fanfic Empty Earth
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Cover 2: Empty Earth created for my fanfic Empty Earth
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Cover: A Metal Pursued by the Witless created for my fanfic A Metal Pursued by the Witless
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Cover: Regarding Sam created for my fanfic Regarding Sam
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Banner: Dibs on Samuel created for my fanfic Dibs on Samuel
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Banner: Empty and (Un-)Out created for my fanfic Empty and (Un-)Out
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3. Character Posters
Posters created for my fanfic Empty Earth.
I've reached the maximum of allowed images per Tumblr post, so I can't post all the posters separately. Here's an overview instead. Full size of each poster can be found in the original post.
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4. Video Thumbnails
An overview of The thumbnails I created for my SPN videos.
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Full size of each thumbnail & links to the respective videos can be found in my SPN Video Masterlist.
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amaranthhiding · 1 year
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Empty and (Un-)Out
by Hiding Amaranth
Words: 2,666 (finished) Rating: Teen Relationships: Castiel/Dean Tags: Canon Universe, Episode 15x18, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Misha's Un-Coming Out, Bishagate, The New York Post Article that Claimed Castiel Confessed to Sam, Castiel's Confession Scene, Castiel/Dean First Kiss Point-of-View Characters: Dean Summary: My (probably insane) way of dealing with Misha's un-coming out.
Banner created by the author Excerpt under the cut
Something in Dean’s chest constricted, preventing him from breathing the same way Billie’s hold on his heart had. He blinked, trying to make sense of this, of anything, while an expression of enlightenment formed on Cas’ face. “I think I know... I think I know now,” the angel said quietly to himself, turning around and shoving his way past Dean in such a hurry that Dean stumbled backwards and sank back against the dungeon wall.
Stunned, he watched from the cold floor as Cas rushed back to the other half of the room. The angel pulled his cellphone from one of the shelves where he must have placed it when Dean was too out of it to notice, and dialed a number. Dean froze when he noticed the bloody traces on his jacket. Was that… a handprint?
“Sam!” Cas said into the phone with an urgency that matched the beating of Dean’s heart. Dean heard the tinny sound of his brother’s voice at the other end of the line that fell silent abruptly at Castiel’s next words.
“Sam, I realize now what it is I have to do.” A smile unlike any Dean had ever seen on the angel’s face ran over it. “I love you!”
Dean’s jaw dropped in time with the door bursting open after the blood sigil had finally lost its doomed battle against Death’s power.
Read Empty and (Un-Out) on AO3
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amaranthhiding · 2 years
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Everything I did before for wealth, for magic, for myself, meant nothing. And it took everything from me, everyone I loved-- my family, Oskar, my son. -- Rowena in 13.19 “Funeralia” So, er, I had to make this for... reasons. (Disclaimer: I adore Rowena, this is more about her regret than anything else.)
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amaranthhiding · 10 months
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Hiding Amaranth ✧ she/her ✧ Sam's age
A Supernatural blog (mostly) ✧ No hate. Everyone is welcome here. Favorite Characters: Castiel ✧ Rowena Ships: Destiel ✧ Samwena But I love all characters and accept other ships. I try my best to tag everything, so you can filter out characters or ships you don't like.
Masterlists: Fics ✧ Videos ✧ Art ✧ Meta
Content Tags: #amaranthfics ✧ #amaranthvids #amaranthart ✧ #amaranthmeta
Links: my AO3 ✧ my Youtube channel ✧ my Twitter ✧ I respect you as a fellow human being, no matter what you ship or don't ship. ✧
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