#project multiverse

[bioxeen]

“Break 4th Wall”

Funny enough, this drawing right here was meant to be an inking practice (which sensei @call-me-fantasy taught me about ouo), but soon, ideas were brewed in my head, and this was the product of it! I am kinda proud of it ouo

[bioxeen]

I love his new design C:

I will do the bakcground later vuv

[bioxeen]

IT IS 12:45 AM I AM AWAKE, I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW (today?) AND I AM STILL AWAKE BECAUSE IT JUST HIT ME HOW TO MAKE A BIO DESIGN THAT I LIKE AS WELL. IT MIGHT BE THE FACT THAT I AM TIRED BUT I FEEL THIS ONE IS MORE FITTING FEEL FREE TO SAY THINGS I AM GOING TO SLEEP GOODNIGHT.

[bioxeen]

Biox's Multiverse chunk

“…A new day in this hell… The alarm can be heard all throught out the instalations, it is too loud to be the sign that it is time to wake up for all of them, soldiers… Down the instalations of 4th Wall, deep within its cells… Someone tries to fake they can’t hear the alarm, he presses takes the pillow and presses it against his face, trying to block the irritating and loud noises of the alarm to penetrate into his head.”

??? (Annoyed): Arghhhh, shut up! Shut up!

“Black fog and dark flames forms above the “person”, they appear and disolve rather quickly, from them appears a black crow, its appearance makes him quite unsettling, 5 eyes in one side of the face, and a purely black eye on the other side; it has several crystals incrusted on its flesh, and it is obviously bigger than a normal crow. It floats above the person”.

?!? (Deep echoed voice): Wake up phenomenon. ??? (Even more annoyed): sigh…what do you want Belial??? Belial: Your suffering. Thank you very much. ??? (slightly pissed): Go to he- “They are interrupted by the sudden sound of a grown man’s voice over the speakers”.

¿¿¿ (firm and deep voice): Agent BioXeEn, report to the main office immediatelly. Agent BioXeEn, report immediatelly at the main office.

BioXeEn: …what a wonderful way to start my day…

“BioXeEn stands up from the bed, takes off the cover and walks over to the sink next to his bed, the entire room is white…except for the mentioned cover, which is a soft gray, and a blue jacket with a gray hoodie. He washes his teeth… This is a weird looking individual. Once done, he walks over to a small nightstand next to his bed, picks up the before mentioned blue jacket, and puts it on. Under the blue jacket was a white “watch”, it is huge, so huge in fact that it takes up most of his arm… It has the name “4TH WALL” written on it. He exits his cell, and as he does the door closes immediatelly. The two security guards that were in front of his cell move from their positions and scort BioXeEn down the hall, and Belial appears once again, standing on BioXeEn’s shoulder.“

Belial (smirking): I bet it sucks being you. Trapped here as a slave soldier, no mem- BioXeEn (annoyed): Everyday we go through the same conversation, could you leave me alone for once?! Belial (smirking even more): No~

"BioXeEn growls angrily, and they keep walking down the hall…there are lots of cages here… All allow to see what is inside… Monsters, uncomprehendable creatures, there are some that seem to have animals like tigers, sheeps and such…but they all have something odd about them… They are all too bizarre to be of this world… They finally get to the elevator, the guards push a button and the elevator opens its door for them; they all step in and the guards press another button, the elevator closes its doors and it quickly goes up…its transparent door allows to see various things as they go from floor to floor…soldiers training, a village within the building…it is all white, and the walls have that name again, 4th WALL. The elevator stops at what seems to be vehicle depot, tanks, helicopters, planes… They all walk out of the elevator and keep walking, towards a building in the far left…as they walk they see a bunch of soldiers marcha towards a huge metal gate. It opens up and reveals a cyan, blue portal…it is weird, it makes cracks on the metal, it glows and strong wind comes out of it, the soldiers jump in. BioXeEn looks back at the building they were heading, and the doors open up. The guards stand to the sides of the door and BioXeEn walks in”.

[therighteous-man]

Mercy || Cas and Dean

His imagination was trying to hurt him.

Flickers of that crystal blue and that stupid, dingy trench coat there for a single blink and then they were gone. A figure with dark hair and a cocked head that made his stomach flip over with longing only to see it gone when the wind blew.

Castiel. Or so he thought, plaguing his mind and memories for so long. He still didn't know where he was. Crow- He had claimed not to know either. And that hurt. It scared him to fucking death not knowing where Castiel was.

But he could swear he saw him driving down the road, or outside one night, or in the flashes of lightning when he stood out in that storm at Bobby's and screamed bloody murder until he thought his throat would bleed.

He was trying so hard to find him, but at the same time, did he really want that? Did he want to look into the angel's face knowing what he knew and try to speak to him?

But he missed him so much. He needed to hear him and feel his warmth and know he was really there. He needed that desperately. But what he needed more than that was to see what he had fought for. To see that his want of his safety wasn't for nothing.

He needed to know that his angel was still his angel.

Even if that meant losing him.

He sighed, falling back on his bed in the shitty motel room he forced himself to stay at, wondering if he could sleep or find peace in it. He doubted it. He'd probably end up drinking, if he was being honest.

[therighteous-man]

Trick or Treat || Gabe and Dean

Dean heard about the monsters running amuck. Saw it in the papers, on blogs, got the signs everywhere he loked. He just wasn't so sure he had it in him to do something about it, yet.

He'd hardly given himself time to heal. Outside, not in. The scars on his emotional state and his mind were so broken he doubted that God himself could fix it. He was...nothing. A broken, shattered thing that barely deserved his last name.

He was too big a coward to call his brother again. He couldn't face him, couldn't possibly look his little brother in the face and speak to him. Sam'd know something was wrong right off the bat and he'd fucking badger him to the grave.

Cas was still gone, still a memory that made his chest ache and his eyes fill with tears and there was nothing to be done about it. He didn't know where to look, and finding him would crush him entirely. Because now, after all of this, he'd never have the angel like he wanted. He'd never fall asleep in his arms or make him give that stupid little smile of his or watch T.V. with him or feel those lips or cook him a cheeseburger. He'd never dance with him or listen to his bizarre stories about Heaven or stupid and inappropriate knowledge he had about animals. He'd never get to hold him. Not even once. Because he was so sure if Castiel touched him now it'd burn him. He was too filthy for the angel to put hands on now. Too disgusting and unholy from the inside out.

He missed Bobby. Bobby'd know what to do.

He pushed the thought out of mind, wiping his eyes and taking another drink of harsh whiskey that was slowly numbing him to his normal self.

But at least the monsters was something else he had to focus on. Monsters he could handle. Little bullet, little knife play, little exorcism and boom, job done.

The sad thing was is this whole thing might be part of something bigger and there was no one around to help.

Except maybe one person. Er, kind of a person. He just hoped the bastard would show and let him talk. He hoped what the demon had told him was true as well.

He dropped the book of matches into the bowl, watching the herbs spark to life, and waited.

[therighteous-man]

I F*cking Hate You || Crowley and Dean

He couldn't find Cas.

And that was his biggest concern at the moment. Benny had gone his own way with Dean's reassurance that he'd find the angel on his own and let him know when he found him.

The elder Winchester had also failed to try and contact his little brother after the first voicemail, not bothering to leave one because god knew where Sammy was now. If he was okay, or if-

He shook the thoughts from his head, trying to focus, standing dirty, tired and hungry in the middle of the woods. Cas had come with them, he'd had a hold of his hand when they were coming through but when the portal closed he was alone. He knew Cas got through, he had to've gotten through but where did he go? There's no way he just zapped away the moment he was here that wouldn't- It wouldn't be right, wouldn't be fair. Not after the talks they had, not after he told him how much he needed him, which was another step to telling him what he really felt. But god, then where did he go? Where had he gone?

He tried to think of someone that might want to hurt him, someone that could snatch him away like that without him noticing.

The sneer crept across his features, a whole world of memories that were now two years behind him coming into view.

"Crowley."

The name growled out of his unused throat and he stalked toward the road he'd come from, jaw set, eyes daggers. He took the remnants of his wallet from his pocket and ripped a hole in the middle of the first crossroads he found, ripping out a bit of his hair and tossing it beside it before he covered it and stood.

"COME ON, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He bellowed. "I KNOW YOU GOT HIM, COME ON!"