Cas - ‘A Nephilim Has Come Into Being.’

"Tell her about the biscuit rule"

Messing around with a new art program, I liked how this turned out

Lockwood: Good, thanks Dad

Lucy: You just called Barnes “dad”

Lucy: You just said “thanks, dad.”

Lockwood: What? No, I didn’t. I said “thanks, man.”

Lucy: like you’d ever say that

Barnes: Do you see me as a father figure?

Lockwood: No

Lockwood: If anything I see you as a bother figure because you’re always bothering me

George: HEY!

George: show your father some respect

I think it was @/needleswitches on twitter who said if they all had dogs, Kipps’ would be a dalmatian. So I present: Kipps and pupper when they see a ghost

Get that sausage girl!

Sexy, right? 😂 

Yes @impala-dreamer it is. Thank you for sending it. 

~

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You answered Dean as you grabbed a slice of pizza from the box.

“Slide that over here would ya?”

“Sure. This is the sausage, or did you want the pep…” Your voice trailed off when you closed the lid and you saw Dean. He was crooking to fingers at you. Two fingers that not so long ago were making your eyes roll back.

The smug smile on his face told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you. You knew you’d been silent for too long when you saw the look Sam was giving you.

“Sorry.” You laughed. “Completely zoned there for a minute.”

“Have you not been getting sleep?” Sam asked, concern obvious in his voice. “You’ve been kinda spacey for the past few days.”

The truth was, he was right. Dean had been occupying most of your alone time, and teasing every chance he got. You felt riled up constantly and it was getting harder and harder to keep your budding relationship quiet like you’d promised each other.

“Yeah, Y/N/N. Something keeping you up all hours of the night?” Dean sassed.

Instead of answering either of them, you took an extra large bite of pizza and looked at anything but a Winchester.

“Are you two? I KNEW IT!” Sam yelped.

Dean pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about Sammy.”

“Oh my God. Seriously, how long?”

“Guys can we just eat? I’m starving.” You tried to push the conversation to the side.

“No.” They replied, at the same time.

“How long have you been sleeping together?”

“It’s none of your business!” You snapped.

“Ha! So I am right.”

“Fuck.”

“Alright, alright.” Dean spoke up. “Long enough. Now, drop it.”

Sam just smiled, shook his head and went back to his pizza.

Dean stood, and walked over to you. “I wanted the sausage.” He said softly and bent down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He didn’t say anything else, just grabbed the box of pizza and returned to his seat.

“Apparently so does Y/N.”

“Sam!”

I made some vaguely Christmassy Lockwood and Co art for the secret Santa exchange on the Lockwood & Co discord, and the lovely person I was paired with gave me permission to post it here :)

Merry Christmas, and I hope you all have a lovely day, regardless of if you celebrate!

(Also the art I received from my secret Santa was so fricken cute 😭)

you are sam winchester and everyone you love ends up dead because of you. your mother burns on the ceiling. your girlfriend burns on the ceiling. your college friends were puppets planted there for you. the people underneath the demons are long gone. your brother stabs your childhood friend. you get reunited with an old flame. she chokes in front of you. a gift to you. a message to you. you are responsible for your loved ones dying. you meet a hunter and she gives you hope that you could build something real and lasting, but she is killed and you know it was your fault. she would have been fine if she hadn't met you. she comes back and gets taken away again. you're destined to kill the one person who's ever understood you in your entirety with no judgment. you still think about jessica. your hell is right here you are cursed to kill and kill and kill.

you are dean winchester and your loved ones keep killing themselves for you. they die and they die and they die and it's all for you. not just because of but for you. offerings of devotion that make you want to repay the favor but you keep springing back up like a grotesque clown in a box. your curse is to keep on living and living, carrying them within you. an altar stained with their sacrifice. an obscene fire sustained against your will by the corpses of your loved ones.

“Cas! What the hell are you doing in here?!” Dean practically yelped. Castiel stood frozen, phone in one hand, the other half-raised and immediately forgotten. His mouth hung open as if every functioning brain cell had spontaneously vacated the premises. His eyes were growing to a worrying size with each passing second, steadfastly fixed at waist level. He unabashedly stared at the frilly pink lace peeking out of Dean’s ripped, borderline-offensive cut-off jean shorts. Both men stopped breathing. An entirely awkward second later with Dean's face color shifting through exciting undiscovered shades of red, Castiel swallowed audibly.  Dean stared daggers. “You know what, Cas? I own it." A wet sponge hitting Castiel square in the face pulled him back into reality. "Now get working and help me clean Baby!"

I HAD SO MUCH FUN DRAWING THIS!! I should draw more ridiculous things in the future :D

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sometimes i think about

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The evolution of Quill F. Kipps:-

The screaming staircase: "I hate him." "What a loser" "poser"

The whispering skull: "he's tolerable" "I pity him" "Poor man"

The hollow boy: "he's ok" "like a pitiful Chihuahua" "he's fine I guess"

The creeping shadow: "I am starting to like him" "he cares about them" "New member!"

The empty grave: "MY SONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!" "<3My little orange vengeful chicken<3" " Is this what love feels like?"