Goeldi Cotton

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But First,

A couple ground rules.

1. I Don’t Work For Free: When officially starting a commission, I will expect half up front, and half once the piece is finished. This is to avoid people running off with any of my work without payment, or simply wasting my time.

2. Be Polite: I don’t require formality, but I do expect basic decency. If you start acting rude, I will not hesitate to stop working with you (and if you expect a refund for deciding to act like an ass I point you back to rule 1).

3. I’m A Person: Please keep in mind I have other responsibilities outside of commissions. Although I will obviously try and get back to you as soon as possible, there are cases where I will be busy and can’t respond right away.

4. Have References: Even if it’s a sketch you did in ms paint, or images from google that have similar vibes, having references handy is just going to make both our lives easier. Please have them.

5. I Have Boundaries: I won’t draw something I’m uncomfortable with. This mainly refers to proshipping, and certain fetish content. I will obviously let you know if you’ve crossed these boundaries before commissions start.

6. Read My Rules: If you are commissioning me DO NOT SAY “I want a two character piece with full rendering.” I will assume you have not read my rules. You MUST follow the labels on the images. For example, “I want B2 with one additional character.” This is just a precaution to make sure I’m not working with someone who couldn’t take the time to read my rules. If you send me anything akin to the first example, I will tell you to reread my rules, and get back to me.

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“I think I’ve got something.” Sam says finally, as Dean opens his second beer of the day, and sits across from him at the motel's small round table.

“Alright, lay it on me.” His brother responds.

“The Doctor, a randomly appearing…spirit.” Sam starts, and his brother immediately catches the question in his tone. He even stops drinking just to give the younger man a look.

“You don’t sound so sure,” He remarks.

“Sources vary, some say spirit, others say time traveler, a few even say alien.” He explains, and the look he got that time was even worse, the silence dragging for nearly a minute as the older Winchester cocked a brow and stared at him like he was five. Honestly, it’s not as if he wrote the webpages. “…A lot of those are from the uk.”

“Ah.” Dean says in understanding, then he takes another swig of his drink. Sam barely avoided rolling his eyes as he got back on topic.

He scrolls through more articles and blogs even as he speaks, trying to find as much solid information as he can. “Its imagery has shown up all across history apparently, and all around the world. There's photographs, written records, mentions going back thousands of years.”

“And yet we haven’t heard of it until now.” The older man snarks skeptically, and all the younger could do was shrug.

“Maybe dad thought it wasn’t worth looking into. I mean some of these accounts are pretty far fetched, killer robots, lizard people. The amount you need to dig through to find anything solid on this thing. I wouldn’t be surprised if dad just brushed it off altogether.” Sam tells him, but he could still see the uncertainty wedged between Dean's brows.

“Maybe…” he drinks again, Sam moves on.

“Anyway, general consensus is; it shows up randomly, can take on different appearances— all human— according to records, but different faces, voices, and it’s known for being a bad omen. Wherever it appears, tragedy strikes. Things like shipwrecks, natural disasters, terrorist attacks, personal tragedies—“

“And murders.” Dean finishes, and the younger brother nods in confirmation. “Sounds like text book demonics. A demon possessing different hosts, using the same name, wreaking havoc.” He assumes, coming to the exact conclusion Sam expected him too.

But it wasn’t right.

“Yeah, That’s what I thought too, but I wouldn’t be so sure.” He starts again, and Dean looks at him confused. “I mean, yeah, some say it shows up to cause mischief, but a lot more say the Doctor only comes to watch, not actually play a part in the events themselves. Hell, a few sources here even suggest it could be some kind of hero, a guardian angel, trying to protect humanity from disaster.”

“Sooo?” Dean says, obviously waiting for him to clarify exactly what he’s implying.

“So, most people are pretty convinced it’s not the Doctor causing the problems, just that they show up when something bad is about to happen.” He elaborates, and his brother takes a second to process that before speaking again.

“In other words, not a demon?” He asked, though he didn’t sound confused anymore, just like he wanted to be sure.

After which, Sam answered “No, at least, I don’t think so.”

Dean nodded, then drank again before he began spitballing. “‘Kay, so possibly an omen spirit then? Or something like it, showing up just before tragedies. That could be plenty of things. Hell, that could describe your standard reaper.”

“Well, plenty of them can shapeshift according to legend, though I’ve never heard of one just interacting with people like this, at least not without those people being close to dying.” Sam says back, though giving all the death that follows this thing, reaper doesn’t sound too far fetched.

Meanwhile, as he starts looking into that angle, his brother finishes his beer and stands up. “Right. Well keep looking, see if you can nail anything down. And if there’s anything we can do to stall it, kill it if necessary, keep it handy. Even if it’s not dangerous now, if we get on this thing’s bad side we need a way to deal with it.” He instructs while straightening his coat as if he was heading out.

“And what are you going to do exactly?” The younger man asked, confused, watching his brother, who seemed as if he were just going to leave while he did all the work looking into this.

“I’m gonna go check over the crime scene again, see if there’s something we missed. If you’re right, and this Doctor thing isn’t our guy, then we still have no clue what killed that girl.” Dean tells him, and yeah, fine, at least he would be working too.

“Alright. Call me if you find anything.” Sam says, and the older man nods quickly.

They go monch on hair

Day one of oc-tober