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a little oldschool gabriel/loki–this outfit design is something for a project i wanna do, just gotta find a huge chunk of time to do it!
>>> It’s officially the weekend! Sort of. I’ve still got go do some volunteer hours, but work done with ponies is not work, IMO, and that’s good enough. So. Anyone want to cook up some shenanigans with my big, forgetful archangel?
I’d do mean and unspeakable things for an ABO verse that isn’t pure smut. Or maybe a treasure hunt for his lost horn and blade and memories IDK... ? Lets plot something, maybe? <<<
ha ha this is true of most senior staff
Actually - my view on that is that Sully’s opinion on the Winchesters’ household proves just how unhealthy that whole dynamic was. I mean, think about it: here is a creature whose sole purpose is to help children and spot the dangers and difficulties they’re facing - and, sure, Sully’s not perfect and he makes mistakes, but he also honestly loves the children he ‘works for’ and wants the best for them - so, well, if he thought Sam would be better off alone, I sort of believe him? Of course, I doubt he’d have just waved at Sam as the kid disappeared into the sunset - my headcanon is that he would have helped Sam to find another family to settle down with, and I’m sure he would have found a good place for Sam, because -hello? supernatural being with nearly unlimited powers? - he probably could have hoodwinked any social worker into making Sam their top priority or something - but the point is, if Sully thought that was really the best option - whoa.
I wish we had more fics about the Winchesters childhood, because I really enjoy crying my eyes out.
Exactly - if you believe that a child’s family situation is severely damaging for the child’s physical or emotional development, you sure as hell encourage them to get away from that. He wasn’t encouraging Sam to just leave for an adventure for the lolz, he was encouraging Sam to escape from a situation he deemed absolutely not fit for a child’s proper development.
In Sully’s judgement, Sam’s family wasn’t bad as in “yeah, it’s kinda bad, just hold on and wait until you’re in college and you’ll finally be able to live your own life”. It was bad in a “this child needs to be removed from his birth family lest he gets irremediably negatively affected in the building of his sense of self, purpose and way to relate to others”.
If you put Just My Imagination next to the subtext of American Nightmare…
Sully exposes so much about Sam, but I think Dean by proxy too.
Both the Winchesters had a supernatural being textually as an aid to their escaping their destinies (Sam running away from his hunter family destiny), Dean running away from his apocalyptic destiny) but also their emotional development and overcoming their issues.
But due to codependency and toxic parenting they both repressed it. In Sam’s case un-imagining and forgetting Sully and in Dean’s throwing Cas out of the bunker for Sam, but also every instance of not wanting to ‘accept’ Cas on an emotional level e.g. anger/ignoring Cas after his declarations of how much they/he means to him and his love/family speech.
They can absolutely still be brothers and not lose their bond if they embrace letting go of their codependency, they can be emotionally freed of this unhealthy side….I think that’s what Sully would have wanted but he knew young Sam couldn’t actively work on this codependency in that instance, at a young age and with all the issues around so it was best for him to get out. Which is exactly what he did when he came of age.
*squints* You wanna talk about Dean, uh???? You wanna talk about Dean?? …sure :D
Sully exposes Sam’s perception of his family as a “JohnandDean” entity he is placed in an opposite position to. @darkrose-9, whom tumblr won’t let me tag because we can’t have nice things, mentions how Sam’s heavens memories are about moments in which he’s separated from John and Dean - I think it’s totally on point. Both episodes, one explicitly, one implicitly, show how Sam kind of considered John and Dean as a fairly homogeneous package in the perspective of ‘being in’ or ‘out’. Which, well, it was kind of true - Dean would have never left John, but it took Sam a long while to understand why. In Dark Side of the Moon we see that Sam has always been oblivious to the fact that his disappearances have caused enormous pain to Dean. Only when they’re in heaven and Dean openly puts his side of the story in front of Sam’s face, Sam realizes. If he’d tried to put himself in Dean’s shoes, it would have been obvious that John would have been furious with Dean, but Sam didn’t think of seeing the fact from Dean’s perspective at all. He was escaping from the JohnandDean entity and didn’t consider that Dean was his own person separated from John, he assumed they were a compact front. Like most children think of their parents as a unit.
Just My Imagination gives us further insight in Sam’s pre-show perception of his family. Dean and John get kind of blurred together. Heck, it takes Sam a long time to start separating Dean and John, in a way - look at the first seasons and how Sam looks down to Dean for being mindlessly obedient to John.
We’ve been talking a lot about how Sam perceives Dean as a parent - in fact, I believe that Sam perceives Dean in the way a son whose mother is abused by his father, while he doesn’t get abused as much (or in the same way anyway) by his father as his mother does; so the child sees his mother being docile and obedient towards her husband, and he doesn’t understand why but assumes that it’s because his mother is weak and doesn’t have a mind of her own.
Dark Side of the Moon in interesting on that front too - when Sam sees Dean’s heaven memories, with Dean performing emotional labor that shouldn’t be the responsibility of a child, it clicks to Sam that Dean just always desperately tried to keep the family together because circumstances made that into Dean’s responsibility. But I think that - while Sam obviously has never consciously thought of Dean as a mother figure - it’s still hard for him to move Dean from a ‘John’s wife’ position to a ‘John’s child’ position in his mind, because Dean occupies a ‘parent’ position for him.
Basically, Sam spent years considering or trying to escape from John and Dean where John and Dean were his parents, the abusive father and the pathetically weak mother that will just parrot anything her husband says.
Of course it’s not Sam’s fault that Sam formed this kind of perception in his head because Sam was a child, nor it’s Dean’s fault because Dean was also a child… child abuse takes many forms and causing both kids to form toxic perceptions of their family dynamics is one of them.
With Mary back, things are interesting, because there’s a… competition between her and Dean. Dean is the person who as acted as Sam’s mother, now their actual mother shows up and Sam picks her over Dean?? (I’m talking about Dean’s perception here, and not even fully conscious) When Dean told Mary that he was never a child, there are layers implicit there - not only Dean wasn’t allowed to be a child because he had to shoot monsters, but he had to be her. He had to be Mary in the Mary-less family unit. Dean didn’t lose his childhood because John taught him to use guns and stuff, Dean lost his childhood because he had to be Sam’s caregiver and even had to provide emotional labor towards John (making him feel better when he came home devastated from hunts, and of course navigating through John’s moods). Heck, Dean even provided emotional labor for Mary before she died…
Both Sam and Mary, especially Mary because Sam has had chances to understand it partially, need to be smacked in the face with the reality of Dean’s life under John. Otherwise they’ll perceive Dean as acting childishly or selfishly, like Mary has recently accused him of, and like Sam has a long history of.
Omg I digressed XD I have a lot of feels, okay
OMG @postmodernmulticoloredcloak you just powered up a whole new level of angst for Dean within myself that I didn’t know was possible. Dammit! Yes totally, he sacrificed so much for Sam and for Sam to A. want out (which he has done all along but hasn’t been able to, also probably a lot of guilt there too from Sam towards Dean keeping him with him which makes it even worse for Dean), then to choose Mary and the overall idea of getting out as that’s what the BMoL are offering, a world without monsters, Mary saying she wants the boys not to have to hunt…
URGH!
*pats you on the shoulder* welcome to my life, we have tea and a bottomless pit of Dean feels
I am not blaming Sam for wanting and trying to get out - it was his right to. Sam never had an obligation to repay Dean for the labor Dean poured into raising him. Children have the right to live their own autonomous lives, to leave their parents. But the tragedy is that Dean is not Sam’s parent and that he never chose to perform that labor, but it was dumped on him through abuse when it was physically, cognitively and emotionally not prepared to carry that kind of responsibility. Dean poured just too much labor into his family and it was never acknowledged by his father (John kind of tries to do it before dying and 0.002 seconds later utterly destroys that attempt by putting the ultimate burden on Dean’s shoulders, so it doesn’t count, in fact it’s even worse) and it’s never really been acknowledged by Sam either, who, in fact, calls Dean out on being selfish for desperately clinging to him. Sam, as Dean’s child, has not reached adult perception where it comes to Dean - see how he’s weirded out at the idea of observing Dean’s naked body for medical reasons, how he’s generally weirded out by the idea that Dean used to be a kid, and so on. He’s kind of stuck in that phase where you are an adult but still are unable to perceive your parent with adult eyes, not fully. Problem is, he doesn’t even realize any of this, and also applies standards to Dean that are applied to peers, and… it’s a mess. It has taken Sam a long time to not consider himself superior to Dean, and it’s almost been more because he lowered himself rather than he pulled his perception of Dean up. Yes, he’s acknowledged Dean isn’t a grunt etc etc, but deep down, irrationally, he still has trouble trusting Dean’s judgement, because he still has trouble understanding Dean at all.
I see a Dean-Cas-Crowley team against a Sam-Mary team, at least on an emotional level, as the season develops, not just because monsters blah blah. Sam and Mary have not experienced certain things that Dean has experienced and that, in different ways, Cas and Crowley sort of share with him. Cas’ rebellion to heaven didn’t come as easily as Sam’s rebellion to John, but it came as painfully and as full of ups and downs as Dean’s metaphorical separation from John; and it’s not a coincidence Sam has always dismissed Crowley’s emotions while Dean actually even gave him a talk about parental abuse. Dean gets Crowley, Sam doesn’t, and there are reasons why. Let’s not even talk about Cas’ relationship with the angels being coded as the relationship of a queer person with their homo/transphobic family and all of that. Ah, it’s better if I stop here though or I could go on forever :P
Bah totally agreed on everything…. my term for Crowley/Dean/Cas this season is “Team grey area” and I’m itching for it to happen already so I can go to town on my tag ;)
*tries to refrain self from making a “team gay area” pun* sorry
@fracturedsword reblogged your post and added:
“I was upset over precisely one creation of yours…
“Bro, if I had any idea how much crazy you’d put in your horses, I never would have tried condensing ‘em.”
“Well you could have asked…. but you probably wouldn’t have listened anyway.”
“Of course I’d have listened. I always listen to you, Brother Dearest. It’s the obeying part that’s a bit sticky.”
“Well you always were an obnoxious brat.”
“That’s a feature, not a flaw. All part of my sparking personality!”
Gabriel was not a dim child. In fact, he was widely considered too clever for his own good.
If it took him slightly longer than expected to notice his monster was nothing of the sort, well, he could be forgiven. He was, after all, a child, scared stiff, lost and alone for the first time in his life, and that alone was enough to mess up anyone’s day.
Add to that the brain-itchy runes and sigils painted on the strange old golem, and it became at least a bit more understandable. Rather like when he finds it a Very Good Time to make himself scarce, it dawned on Gabriel with all the subtly of a supernova.
He drew his knees under himself in the manner of younglings everywhere, leaving a liberal smear of mud behind, and poked at the dash, his head cocked.
The radio crackled in irritation at the tendril of Grace that had accompanied the short finger. He couldn’t help the finch any more than he couldn’t the curiosity bubbling up in his chest.
Not a monster. Not even alive. But what in the name of Father was it?
He turned a fox-eyed, narrow look on Dean before repeating the process-prodding with Grace and a slightly grubby finger.
Fandom: Supernatural
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The smell of frankincense and smoke fill the air. Somewhere, a hunter stands over a circle of strange symbols written in a heavenly tongue that man barley understands. "Come on Gabriel, you bastard. If you're really out there still then it's time to show your face."
This right here? This was a bad idea. It's not like he *had* to go. The pull was strong, surprisingly so, but not the irresistible force it would be for the seraphs and cherubs and whatnot. Besides, it was awful interesting, being summoned-by name-by a spell he hadn't seen in millennia. He really shouldn't be doing this, but, then Gabriel *is* something of a king of rash decisions. And worse? Telling Michael-or anyone else for that matter-hadn't even entered his mind. "Aw, c'mon now, don't be like that. I know *exactly* who my Father is." In the space between one moment and the next, he appeared, the red dust of the Gobi still clinging to his heels.
>>> I am slinking off to take a nap, and then I’m gonna make another dumb angel character. Because it’s clearly the best use of my time. Maybe give me a poke if you want to get up to no good, either with Gabe or Ariel, and I’ll see you in a bit? <<<
@fracturedsword reblogged your post and added:
“I was upset over precisely one creation of yours…
“Bro, if I had any idea how much crazy you’d put in your horses, I never would have tried condensing ‘em.”
“Well you could have asked…. but you probably wouldn’t have listened anyway.”
“Of course I’d have listened. I always listen to you, Brother Dearest. It’s the obeying part that’s a bit sticky.”
Not-doing-too-good sentence starters
“Whoa, are you okay?”
“You took that hit pretty hard…”
“Don’t stand up yet.”
“That definitely looks broken…”
“Walk it off.”
“How are you feeling?”
“When was the last time you slept?”
“You look like shit.”
“Have you been eating enough?”
“Here, let me help you.”
“Why are you limping?”
“You’re really pale…”
“Did you just go throw up?”
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”
“That looks infected.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”
“I told you you’d get sick.”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”
“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”
“Look at me–you’re safe.”
“Take a deep breath.”
“Are you bleeding?!”
“How’d you get a bruise like that?”
“What happened?”
“Let me help you!”
“Can you hear me?”
“You hit your head pretty hard.”
“Don’t move.”
“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”
“Breathe.”
I don’t know if I’ve ever said this on here guys, but
I AM SO FUCKING GAME FOR USING THE SAME PLOT WITH MULTIPLE PARTNERS.
someone messaged me this morning after I sent them a message late last night about a plot on their wishlist, saying that we couldn’t play it out because “somebody messaged me about it first”. I find that VERY rude, just because there are SO MANY WAYS you can go about a plot!! It doesn’t matter if you have the same plot with two people or twenty people BECAUSE there are so many angles you can play it at!!
So I just thought I’d throw this out there, that if you see a plot on my wishlist FUCKIN MESSAGE ME. I literally do not care if I’m playing out the same plot with one person or ten people. Throw the fuckin plot at me guys. I want that plot from different angles. I do not care how many people I’m doing it with. THROW IT AT ME.
this has been a psa.
@fracturedsword reblogged your post and added:
“I was upset over precisely one creation of yours...
“Bro, if I had any idea how much crazy you’d put in your horses, I never would have tried condensing 'em.”
Symbols for the mun
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✨ I think your portrayal is on point, but it also intimidates me
💍 I want to be exclusives with you
⭐️ We don’t rp, but I desperately wish we did
☀️ I want to rp with you, but I’m not sure how
💔 We’ve rp’ed in the past, but now we don’t
🎂 I’m new to your blog, and I want to be friends
🎉 We’ve been mutuals for ages, and this makes me so happy!
💡 I have a thread idea for us!
💌 I just think you’re amazing
💥 We’re not mutuals, but I wish you’d notice me
“B-brother?”
Gabriel didn’t like this place. Not at all. Too cold, too wet, and hated hated hated being all alone.
He sniffled, valiantly trying not to cry as the rain plastered hair and cloth to pale skin.
“Sister? Father?”
Dean was driving, no destination in mind and a still smoldering grave just a few miles behind him when he saw it. Or to be more precise, saw him.
It was only due to years of fighting monsters in the dark that Dean didn’t just drive right on by the small patch of gold off the side of the road. As it was his brain took a second to process and he had to resist slamming on the breaks and sending his baby into a wet skid when it registered.
“Motherfuck- ” he pulled the impala into the shoulder, not bothering to signal as he flipped into a wide u-turn. He drove slowly, highbeams on and wipers at full speed as he scanned the side of the road, almost convinced his brain had been playing tricks on him.
There. In the shoulder. That spot of gold barely enough to catch the eye in the drizzle as Dean pulled the car to a stop.
It was a kid.
The monster was huge. And fast.
It was so loud and angry, growling and grumbling with it’s big, toothy grin, it reminded him of something from the Time Before Time.
It was gleaming a wet, glossy black, like… like… oh.
Oh no…!
Leviathan, Behemoth, or Zizz, it didn’t matter, without his Family he was done for. Gabriel did the only thing a relatively small fledgling could when staring that down.
He screamed.
He screamed, and dropped to the ground, muck and mud squelching under his knees and reality wincing at the force of the young archangel’s voice as Gabriel tried to hid his eyes from what was sure to be his end.
Glass shattered. Dean only had time to register a blinding pain in his head, something pulsing in his blood, before he was slamming shaking hands to his ears, eyes closed against the pieces of windshield raining down on him.
He might have screamed, but he couldn’t hear it.
It was only when water dripped from his hair onto the steering wheel that Dean realized the…noise, whatever it was, had stopped. He was shaking, both from adrenaline and from the cold seeping in from the rain now coming in from the now open front end of Baby. Gingerly, he straightened up, somewhat surprised when the hand he brought in front of his face wasn’t covered in blood. His ears were still ringing, but a ginger shake of his head didn’t aggravate the issue and he had hope that no lasting damage had been done. Whatever had attacked him seemed done, for now at least.
The night was calm as he fumbled the door open, feeling his boots crunch on the ground even as he couldn’t hear a damn bit of gravel. A quick pat down reassured him that his gun and knife were still pocketed and ready for whatever might show it’s ugly face.
Warily, he scanned the darkness of the freeway, remembering what had caused him to pull off in the first place. He probably wouldn’t hear the kid if they were there, but then again, with that attack coming right after sighting a kid standing alone in the middle of nowhere in the rain and dark? All signs point to highly freaky hoodoo going on.
“Hello?” he pulled his phone out of his jacket, finger slipping around till he hit the flashlight button. “Anyone there?”
Gabriel was crouched at the side of the road. There was large portion of a nearby bramble caught in his clothes and hair, while mud and tear tracks staining his cheeks. His eyes were impossibly wide and glassy. In short, he was something of a sad excuse for an archangel, fledgling or not.
Had he hurt the monster? Him? No, not possible, only Michael or Lucifer could do that. But it wasn’t moving.
Maybe it was just scared?
Maybe the strange, brilliant creature escaping from his claws had done it. It must have been the monster’s prey, and now it was getting away. Was it a human? Father was supposed to be making them soon, had he had missed it...? He sniffled at the thought.
He fluffed his downy little wings like a Halloween cat decoration, and were they visible on this plane of existence, they would have looked just as ridiculous as a spitting kitten. He... he should go. Now.
But what if the creature didn’t know how much trouble they were in? He can’t just leave something so small and soft and pretty here alone...!
Decision made, Gabriel darted forward, desperately grabbing at anything he could reach-a hand, a bit of clothing, whatever, really.
“Run! Run, it’s gonna eat us!”
Mike - can I call you Mike?- , menstruation cramps suck, would you tell me a short story (funny or otherwise) to make me feel better?
“Actually, I’d prefer if you used my proper name. And I’m sorry to hear about your discomfort, I hope it passes quickly.”
“I’m afraid I’m not much of a storyteller but I’ll try. When we were younger and our Father was still actively creating things Gabriel went through a bit of a ‘cute’ period. From time to time we were allowed and encouraged to create on our own, but this was rarely if ever enough for Gabriel. Moreso he often just wanted a cuter version of an already existing creature.”
“Being the youngest and most impulsive of us he’d often sneak behind our backs when he got excited over one of his ideas. Needless to say we were all a bit confused when we first saw the red panda. Turns out Gabriel had seen Raphaels bears and been inspired. Chinchillas, squirrels, and meerkats quickly followed, all inspired by other creations.”
“Eventually Lucifer made the wolves, and of course Gabriel saw them. And of course he wanted a cuter version. So the fox was born. Which at the time ruffled a few feathers since the wolves were Lucifers pride and joy and the foxes were more or less the exact opposite of wolves.”
“I’m not sure when or how they worked that out, and supposedly none of us had any direct involvement in creation after that. But lets just say Gabriel looked very smug when the fennec fox supposedly evolved all on it’s own.”
“C’mon, who can say no to this face?”
“….It’s possible, but it’d hurt.”
“Pretty sure nothing would be worse than listening to you three when your feathers are all ruffled.
We’re talking aeons worth of whining and complaining over a couple little changes, Anon. Aeons! All because of some big eyes and fluff...”
Mike - can I call you Mike?- , menstruation cramps suck, would you tell me a short story (funny or otherwise) to make me feel better?
“Actually, I’d prefer if you used my proper name. And I’m sorry to hear about your discomfort, I hope it passes quickly.”
“I’m afraid I’m not much of a storyteller but I’ll try. When we were younger and our Father was still actively creating things Gabriel went through a bit of a ‘cute’ period. From time to time we were allowed and encouraged to create on our own, but this was rarely if ever enough for Gabriel. Moreso he often just wanted a cuter version of an already existing creature.”
“Being the youngest and most impulsive of us he’d often sneak behind our backs when he got excited over one of his ideas. Needless to say we were all a bit confused when we first saw the red panda. Turns out Gabriel had seen Raphaels bears and been inspired. Chinchillas, squirrels, and meerkats quickly followed, all inspired by other creations.”
“Eventually Lucifer made the wolves, and of course Gabriel saw them. And of course he wanted a cuter version. So the fox was born. Which at the time ruffled a few feathers since the wolves were Lucifers pride and joy and the foxes were more or less the exact opposite of wolves.”
“I’m not sure when or how they worked that out, and supposedly none of us had any direct involvement in creation after that. But lets just say Gabriel looked very smug when the fennec fox supposedly evolved all on it’s own.”
“C’mon, who can say no to this face?”
“B-brother?”
Gabriel didn’t like this place. Not at all. Too cold, too wet, and hated hated hated being all alone.
He sniffled, valiantly trying not to cry as the rain plastered hair and cloth to pale skin.
“Sister? Father?”
Dean was driving, no destination in mind and a still smoldering grave just a few miles behind him when he saw it. Or to be more precise, saw him.
It was only due to years of fighting monsters in the dark that Dean didn’t just drive right on by the small patch of gold off the side of the road. As it was his brain took a second to process and he had to resist slamming on the breaks and sending his baby into a wet skid when it registered.
“Motherfuck- ” he pulled the impala into the shoulder, not bothering to signal as he flipped into a wide u-turn. He drove slowly, highbeams on and wipers at full speed as he scanned the side of the road, almost convinced his brain had been playing tricks on him.
There. In the shoulder. That spot of gold barely enough to catch the eye in the drizzle as Dean pulled the car to a stop.
It was a kid.
The monster was huge. And fast.
It was so loud and angry, growling and grumbling with it’s big, toothy grin, it reminded him of something from the Time Before Time.
It was gleaming a wet, glossy black, like... like... oh.
Oh no...!
Leviathan, Behemoth, or Zizz, it didn’t matter, without his Family he was done for. Gabriel did the only thing a relatively small fledgling could when staring that down.
He screamed.
He screamed, and dropped to the ground, muck and mud squelching under his knees and reality wincing at the force of the young archangel’s voice as Gabriel tried to hid his eyes from what was sure to be his end.