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(Apologies for the weird quality, it’s a screen capture since I work on my iPad. 👌)
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You know when you start slapping things together and it actually looks good but it’s like 1/3 of the piece so now you have to make the rest of it a similar or better quality?
It fuckin’ SUUUUCKS!
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Ps. Don’t expect the finished piece soon… I am slow and busy like always 😔😔
Day 21: Lighting
“Oh kiddo! Now we can start the real fun! Who needs Thor anyway?”
low key For this month’s @gabriel-monthly-challenge based on the song prompt ‘Black Sheep-Metric’ That song really reminds me of gabe’s relationship with loki and since I drank my respect giants juice today, I decided to do a piece that explores that relationship a bit tag the mods: @archangelsanonymous @revwinchester @archangel-with-a-shotgun @archangelgabriellives @warlockwriter @ttttrickster
Trickster’s Wild
So ya’ll can go blame @thequeervet for putting this idea in my head. Here’s a snippet from an upcoming AU Spn fic where every year there is a life or death competition for the right to serve your chosen patron god. Sabriel because I breathe Sam/Gabe. Destiel because come on. And angst-ridden because... well, have you met me?
@theriverscribe @scrollingkingfisher @nathyfaith
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It was called The Cage - an arena where the chosen competitors were released and expected to fight. Expected to win or die. A battle to the death for the right to stand beside the god or goddess you have chosen to give your life to. And you were expected to have a chosen god or goddess.
Sam remembered the day he’d needed to choose. He’d been sitting at his desk in school when the teacher handed out sheets of paper and they had been told to write down the name of their patron. He and Dean hadn’t talked about it much as kids. Dean wasn’t big into the gods or goddesses - hadn’t been since their mom had died. Sam was different, though. He had turned to faith, spent his whole life praying to gods and goddesses he had never seen, but to choose just one?
He had floundered, pencil poised over the piece of paper, nearly shaking with indecision until the teacher had called for them to pass their papers up. He’d scratched the first name he could think of across the page in hasty cursive, just barely managing to dot the i before the page had been pulled from beneath his pencil.
He’d barely been able to breathe the rest of the day.
Dean had laughed himself silly when Sam told him the god he’d chosen, giggling like a schoolgirl for days afterward.
Sam took little joy in knowing that his older brother wasn’t giggling today.
Because the Patron Games had been called. They'd been named.
Tricksters' Wild.
And the combatants had been chosen.
Sam looked down at the letter he held in his hand. He'd been hoping for an acceptance letter from a university. Not this.
To Samuel Winchester, Servant of Loki, you have been chosen for this years Patron Games.
Dean had left, stormed out of the house in a fury of slamming doors and curse words. That had been hours ago and Sam hadn’t moved from where he sat on the best, the edge of the letter clutched in sweaty fingers that wouldn’t stop shaking.
He just couldn’t stop shaking.
*Servant of Loki.*
God of Fires. God of Lies. Silvertongue.
Sam knew the lore. After that day, the day he’d been forced to choose, he’d taken his time to really study Loki, to know the god whose name he had put himself to. But he had never expected it to go anywhere. Had never expected to be chosen. He’d been too old, he thought.
*Too old for the regular games,* he told himself, *but not for tricksters.*
They did something unusual for this game - spread the ballots out, picked those who were older than the set age. A taunting game. Such a trickster thing to do.
Sam’s fingers spasmed and he nearly dropped the paper, though it seemed stuck to his fingers. He couldn’t let go. Couldn’t get rid of it. Couldn’t escape.
The door opened and Sam lifted his head to see his brother enter. Dean was calmer, shutting the door quietly behind him, but his face… the fury that Sam knew covered terror was gone. In its place was something relaxed. Something… peaceful.
Sam sat up straight, his spine cracking loudly, and stared at Dean.
Dean stared back. At ease.
“What did you do?”
“Sammy--”
“Dean, what did you do?”
His older brother shrugged, looking away. “What do you think I did? I pulled a Katniss.”
Something cold settled in Sam’s stomach and he felt his breath catch.
The papers they filled out were kept in a secure place but Dean had always been good at breaking into secure places. Locks didn’t pose a problem for someone with his experience. He could get to the pages easily and Sam… Sam had written Loki down with the stub of a pencil that he’d had shoved in one pocket. He remembered because he’d struggled to hold the damn thing in his too-large fingers and had cut himself on the sharp, broken-off edge. Dean wouldn’t have been able to change the name of the god he’d chosen. That would be too well-recorded. But he could easily erase part of the name scribbled at the top of the page. It wouldn’t be difficult, Sam knew, to erase Sam and replace it with
“Dean…”
Dean met his eyes finally, and it was resignation that burned in that familiar gaze, like Dean had always known that this would happen and it was only a matter of when.
“You’re my little brother, Sam. And I’m not going to let you go in there and fight for your life. You’re gonna stay out here and stay safe.”
“And you?”
Dean grinned at him. “I’m gonna kick some ass.”
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Quick question: Is Sleipnir technically a Nephilim in the SPN verse?
INKTOBER WEEK ONE 1. The Heroine: The Impala 2. The Hero: Dean Winchester 3. The Mentor: Bobby Singer 4. The Nemesis: Lucifer 5. The Alpha Vampire 6. The Vampire: Benny Lafitte 7. The Coyote: Gabriel as Loki
Well, this has been an interesting week!! Ink is not a medium I usually use for portraits, but I’ve been wanting to get into illustration and comics more. I have a dream of one day turning “By the Grace of God” into a graphic novel-type thing, and I have to start somewhere! My favorite this week is definitely Lucifer (in terms of how well the piece came out). Loki!Gabriel had the potential to be much better, but I was coming off a migraine still and my hand wouldn’t stop shaking. I ended up overdoing the ink in areas like his hair to cover up bad lines. Oh wells... Next week is a new week! And by next week, I mean today...gotta get drawing! Then, maybe some writing...hmm....
a little exert from a sabriel thing I'm writing but probably won't publish
“"You're new here.” The god comments, and Sam jumps. The voice he hears is rich and smooth, molten gold and lyrical. Sam can't see the god’s face - he can't see anything in the near darkness. He struggles for a moment, and opens his mouth.
“"Yes, My Lord.” He says, injecting as much respect into his tone as he can muster. The God hums softly, and stands up suddenly. His body drips with water. “"Hand me my robe.”
Sam does as he is told. It is hard to keep his eyes from wandering. The god is smaller than he had expected. Not petite, but stocky - strong biceps and big hands...
“"My eyes are up here, human.” The god says delicately. And what eyes they are. Bronze and swirling darkness, the kindness of honey and the bitterness of hope. He blinks at Sam owlishly, and tilts his head to one side.
“"Samuel, Son of John. What brings you to the House of Loki?”
Title: Tricksters Know Best
Author: @aria-lerendeair
Artist: @kuwlshadow
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam Winchester / Loki!Gabriel (and Gabriel) / Dean Winchester
Summary: When Loki appears as Dean is driving to Stull Cemetery to confront Lucifer, wearing his brother, he offers Dean a deal. A deal to save his brother, and the world. Dean is just desperate enough to say yes to one more deal, and as it turns out, this one is going to give him something he's wanted, but has never allowed himself to have.
Challenge: @debrielmini
