#future sam

[eotdemoron]

Hey All My DPXtnc Fans!

Sorry for the lack of new comic pages, but this is what I've been working on in the meantime. Hope to do more in the future with better quality. Enjoy!

Fan Made animation

Dan Phantom, Vlad Plasmius belong to Nickelodeon

OC Shade and Animation by YGOdemoron/@EotDemoron (Tumblr, BlueSky)

[spnj2fanlw]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Time Travel, Fix-It Summary:

Sam jerks awake in the middle of the night and everything goes to hell. Well, not literally, though Dean is staring down the barrel of less than a year before his deal comes due. In the midst of dealing (or not dealing) with his impending death, a killer ghost ship, and Bela showing up out of the blue, Dean also has to figure out what’s going on in Sam’s head to make him so twitchy, why he’s suddenly breezing through this case while writing endless notes in a notebook he won’t let Dean see. Damn it, Dean thinks, This is gonna take a lot of chickflick moments.

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Pulled this from my bookmarks for a reread and I'm still in love with it. Love how well it's written and all the details in the plotting and how the story builds and evolves plus the boys are awesome. 

[lunetteslooneyfangirlingblog]

Others may argue but I think Old Sam and Max is both the sweetest and saddest moment in the entirety of Sam and Max’s relationship. Even though it’s tragic that Sam will one day lose his mind, this also shows the strength of his friendship with Max and how much he means to him.

Max gives up everything to take care of Sam; he gives up adventuring, fighting crime (causing crime), everything. While it’s clear he misses it he knows that those things will place Sam in danger and he refuses to leave Sam behind. So they stay on their little block and Max takes up volcano study to entertain himself. Not only that, but Max is sweet as sugar to dear, dear Sam who’s mind is rattled.

Thing that makes this all the sweeter? This is MAX. Max, a hyperactive, psycho bunny that attacks people just for kicks and giggles. You’d never think he’d ever become a caretaker to old Sam, but here he is.

[rig-biped-complicated]

Future Sam trying to figure out what happened with all that time travel.

I had a book worth of text written out on the purpose of this pic but after difficulties getting it posted, I say skip it.

[williamsswap]

[gunhandsam]

irradiated-cookie-jar​ asked:  ▶▶️

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“You need to rest them first, it allows the juices to redistribute and improves the taste as well as texture.  Five minutes, minimum.  Don’t poke it, either. We didn’t poke it while cooking, and we’re not gonna poke it now, alright?” Sam went about the kitchen, gathering up the other ingredients and items for tonight’s dinner. He had been somewhat nervous throughout the night; this was her first time cooking since her accident, and while the Followers did an excellent and, to him, seemingly impossible job, there was still going to be an adjustment period.

If she makes a mistake, it’s fine.  Nobody gets it right the first time, there’s going to always be something here and there that could be done just a little better. Learning process.  She’s fine.  She’s also hungry.  Been long enough...

“Alright, see all the bits in the bottom of the pan?  Pour a little of the wine in there, roll it around... that’s it, now on to the steak, nice and slow. There ya go.” He set the pan aside and watched as she gingerly picked up a fork in her new hand, all the little pins and discs working together smoothly as the steel fingers meshed together as they should.  She cut into the steak and took a bite, clearly savoring it as she beamed up at him.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed, leaning over to plant a kiss on her shorn head, “That’s yours to enjoy.  Take your time, and I’ll get your mom’s dinner going.  Maybe we’ll get lucky this time and it’ll be done before she gets home, no?”

[gunhandsam]

warrior-xarn asked:  ▶▶️

send “▶▶️” to get a glimpse at a scene from my muse’s future.

“It’s not so bad, you know.  Sure, I’m still killing people, and today it was you specifically, but at least now I know it’s for a good cause.  Used to be I was more or less a scavenger, a vulture even, pecking away at the bits the NCR couldn’t swallow.  But now? Well... it’s a different Mojave. But I don’t need to tell you that.”  Sam patted down his latest kill for any last bits of valuables to be had, and began heading back to the Old Mormon Fort.  As he stepped inside and gave Beatrix a nod and a coy wink, he could hear some patients in a tent to his side, asking each other when the Followers started killing people.

“I’m telling ya, I know what I saw! That guy there put the back of a pusher’s chest on a wall outside Mick and Ralph’s a couple of days ago!  Didn’t even hesitate or nothin’, just dropped him on the spot soon as he come 'round the corner.”

“That doesn’t mean the Followers are killing people, could just be somebody they hired...”

“Well he’s got their patch on his shoulder, don’t he? I’d say that makes him one of theirs, and one of theirs flat out murdered someone in the street.”

[gunhandsam]

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“Joshua, have I ever told you that each time I come here...” Sam let out a happy sigh as he waded in the Virgin River, scooping handfuls of water onto his face. “It gets harder to leave?”