#eurythmix

[aguara-fina]

Moody, cutie pie Hermione from Half Dust, Half Deity by wrenniver

[samsrowena]

happy birthday moogs!!! hope ur having a fab day 💜💜💜

thank you gene!!!! 🤗💓💞💕

[shitty-old-guard-deaths]

Ran directly into a tornado heading west because Nicky was driving too slowly.

(Booker, 1994, Indiana. Cause of death: need for speed)

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[playedwright]

deancas + 11 and/or 30 👀

gene my beloved anything for u❣️

set in the canon divergence au vaguely in my head where the winchesters find out about cas's deal shortly after it's been made

11. “Is that blood?”

Dean glances up and scowls when he catches Cas's eyes already on him. It's a stupid question considering their line of work, and the answer's made more obvious by the way Dean's in the middle of wrapping his palm with gauze and by the bloody knife he'd used to open the skin still lying next to the bowl. Dean's smart enough to know it'll just piss both of them off more if he points that out, so he keeps his thoughts to himself.

Cas, though, of-fucking-course, doesn't share the same qualms. His mouth sets into a thin line as he peers down into the bowl where Dean's blood is patiently waiting to be joined by the other ingredients of the spell—blood from two beings who had set foot in every other realm, the bone of an ancient demon, a handful of dirt pulled from holy ground, and the object of an empty memory. Something that once meant everything and now means nothing. The bowl's empty except for the scant amount Dean had bled, though it won't be for long. When Sam comes back they'll have everything they need to finish the spell and break Cas's damn deal once and for all.

Pointlessly, Cas announces, "I still think this is a terrible idea."

"Yeah, y'know, Cas, you've already made your opinion perfectly clear," Dean mutters. He can feel it when Cas looks back to him again, staring at the hand Dean's just finished wrapping and frowning at the cut as though it's personally wronged him. Hell, maybe it has. They both know that Cas could heal it up with an easy wave of his hand but he's too stubborn to offer. And Dean is too stubborn to ask. "You realize how hypocritical it is for you to do this? Sit there telling me n' Sam that you'll break any deals we make then act all high and mighty when we try to do the same for you. The Empty can't have you again, man. Not yet."

"It's a matter of worth, Dean," Cas says, patient like a saint, and Dean just gets angry all over again. "And I've exceeded mine. You and Sam still have value to share—"

"That's bullshit, Cas, c'mon—!"

"—Jack still has value to share. My life for his, my life for yours or for Sam's... It's an easy call. And with me the score will be settled. It's me the Empty wants. Summoning it here won't change anything."

How many times have they found themselves here before? Standing close enough that the distance still between them almost feels frivolous but far enough from one another that it's easy to wonder if they'll ever reach the same fixed point. Dean holds his breath; Cas forces his out. An impasse that neither side truly wants to win.

Dean looks away first. "Yeah, well," he says. To Cas, to the room at large, to God or anyone else listening. "Guess it's a good thing we aren't summoning the Empty to negotiate, then. We're summoning it to kill it."

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[of-scythia]

okay so the actual mechanics of immortal healing are unclear (like. how do andy & nile (& nicky by virtue of slutty, slutty luca marinelli) have their ears pierced but heal from other wounds near-instantly) but i'm convinced joe has always known how to tattoo and gives the team The Dumbest tatts when they're drunk bc they disappear after a few days. booker once spent a week with a photorealistic dick on his cheek after losing a bet to nicky and nile demands pictures

dfGKJDfdj okay YES, accepted, i am losing my mind imagining some shadowy government agency or criminal organization having a Very Serious File on these mysterious mercenaries who are more efficient and sophisticated than any team they have ever seen before but for some inexplicable reason all have matching tramp stamps 

[s11e17]

hi hello i just wanted to drop by as i devour ur entire ao3 catalogue bc i can't stop thinking about ur prose like!!! ur writing is so beautiful and u manage to wrangle huge, messy concepts into the most succinct phrases and UGH i just really appreciate ur fic and wanted u to know before i forget to say anything 💖💖💖

WAHHHH omg this is so nice!! i saw your comments in my inbox and was like 🥺 i am so flattered <3 <3 <3 thank u for reading!! <3 <3 <3

[autisticandroids]

🍓👀

HEWWO. i am obsessed with your edits and posts. specifically the castiel + text posts ones are like. brain rewiring. like this is unironically one of my favorite posts on the internet. yes i do the sulking yes i do the seething.

[thewowsignal2026]

last & before the beginning!

writing meme

LAST — the most recently written two sentences of my current project

“Well then what the fuck is it?” Leonardo snaps, both hands lifting up into his hair and pulling at it, making his scalp sting.  He’d almost said Primo’s name, tagged on the end of that question like a curse, but practicality overrules him at least in this one respect.

BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

Primo knows he should just kill him. It’s the easiest thing, the most logical thing. But there’s a compulsion under the surface, not very deep, to tell Leonardo about it first. He doesn’t question it too heavily, just lets instinct power him all the way to Leonardo’s door like a homing beacon, like a heat-seeking missile.