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I drew Stolas for the first time. I was so worried about him coming out terribly but I'm actually pretty happy with myself. Of course, there are things I can improve upon. But I love him.
And then, when I was done with his design, I made him have galaxy eyes.
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That is an amazing question, anon, that has sparked many debates within the fandom.
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Some believe Elena should’ve ended up with Stefan because he brought out all the good in her. He saved her from the car that went over Wickery Bridge that killed her parents. He brought her back to life and lit a spark in her she believed was gone forever. He loved her for being separate from Katherine. He tried to keep Klaus Mikaelson from finding out she was alive for an entire summer. He tried to give himself to Klaus as the vampire in the ritual to break the hybrid curse so that Jenna wouldn’t die. He helped her in her transition into a vampire teaching her she didn’t have to feed on humans. He always did what he thought was in her best interest and not his.
Some believe Elena ended up with Damon because he brought out her humanity. He gave her a love that consumed her. Even when he knew Elena was with Stefan, he still did kind gestures for her and her alone. He made her laugh and smile. He showed up to be her escort at the Miss Mystic Falls when Stefan abandoned her when he became a Ripper again (something he didn’t have to do). He gave her passion and adventure. He’s the one that took her to Georgia to get away from Stefan after she crashed her car leaving the boarding house in tears over the picture of Katherine. He’s the one that helped her embrace her vampire side when Stefan cautioned near extreme restraint in fear of her becoming a Ripper like himself. He even gave her a little danger.
So.
Who was the best for Elena Gilbert?
Both. And neither.
Both and neither? I can hear people ask. How can I say “both and neither?”
It’s simple really.
Both brothers were good for her at certain points in time. They brought out her humanity. They gave her love. They gave her a landing pad when the whole world felt like it was falling down around her. They protected her. They saved her.
But neither were truly good for her. Especially when she was a human the first time. They brought danger to a seventeen-year-old girl who didn’t need that in her life. They brought extra drama she didn’t need. If they had stayed away and out of her life, things might have ended up quite differently than they did. Jenna might still be alive. Elena would’ve possibly never known about the supernatural world. There’s a possibility she could have lived her whole human life to the end without ever once encountering Klaus Mikaelson.
On the flip side, it wasn’t good for either brother to be with Elena. It strained their relationship off and on because they both loved her but neither wanted to end up in a Katherine situation again. They both should’ve packed their bags and headed to Europe or somewhere else far away. They truly did deserve better than Elena waffling over which brother she wanted for as many seasons as she did only to choose Damon in the end.
I am glad, though, that Stefan got a sort-of happily ever after, no matter how short it was, with Caroline. They paired so well together. Even though I am a big shipper of Klaus/Caroline, Stefan/Caroline also gripped my heart. As for Damon, I wish Rose would’ve stayed alive. Those two had amazing chemistry that I wanted to see flourish into something potentially more. She never took his crap but always allowed him the space he needed (which Elena was notoriously bad at).
So who do I think Elena should’ve ended up with in the end? Neither of the brothers. They would’ve been better off without her.
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Thank you so much! I take pride in all the writing I do. I know this tumblr has gone inactive and I am attempting to reactivate it back into the writing prompts it used to be. I have so many to go through, as well.
When I first started watching Supernatural, I was a fourteen-year-old girl burying my past in my mind while trying to find something better to cling on to. I stumbled upon Supernatural by happenstance one evening while trying to avoid school work, not really meaning to let this show take over my life and my heart. It sounded like an interesting show -- two brothers on a mission to find their father and kill every supernatural creature they come across. I never meant to fall so far in love with the show, the characters, and the actors that it would break my heart so greatly to say goodbye.
When I first started watching Supernatural, it was a way to pass the time and an excuse to ignore my homework. I didn’t mean for it to stitch me back together and make me whole again. It wasn’t supposed to mean so much to me, to connect to me in ways no other show or book had done before.
I connected with Dean. I was the oldest out of three children and forced into the role of ‘parent’ at the young age of five to protect my baby brothers from the monster that was our father after our mother could no longer do it. It was my job to ‘watch after Sammy’ and protect them against someone that I should’ve never had to see as the enemy. It was my job to protect them from the horrors of the world in a way no one had ever done for me. It was my job to shield them and give them the love they were missing from one of their parents. It was my job to feed them, change them, clothe them, and make sure every boo-boo was taken care of even if mine weren’t.
I connected with Sam. I had always wanted to leave the house for bigger and better things. I wanted to escape my family, the ones that had ruined me beyond repair. I always thought before I acted; every action was made sure it was the right one, every word carefully selected with the intention of either keeping the peace or ruining it. I was smart enough to know when to back down from a fight. I was smart enough to know when to start throwing my fists at the man I called ‘father.’
I connected with Cas. After watching people either adore or abhor my father, I struck a balance that shocked people to their core when they learned about the way I grew up. But, when push came to shove, I always chose my brothers over him any day. I chose my brothers again and again over any family member or friend that has ever come into my life because that is who I am. I would chose them until the end of time because they were the ones that I loved most in the world. They were the ones I would kill for. They were the ones I would die for.
When I first started watching Supernatural, I never thought I would crave the next episode. I never thought I would read and write fanfiction about the show. I never thought I would bring my best friend into watching it, getting her just as obsessed as I was about the show. She was the Squirrel in our relationship and I was Moose.
Supernatural helped piece me back together after the weight of my past crashed down on my shoulders. Supernatural helped show me that there was a light at the end of the tunnel, a better life was waiting for me if I just trudged on. Supernatural helped show me that I didn’t need to go through life as the lone wolf like I thought I needed to, that I had people in my corner waiting to back my play if I needed them.
It’s been eight years since I first started watching Supernatural, though it doesn’t feel like it. The end is so close, and I don’t want it to come. This show had been so much more than a show to me. It has embedded itself into my life in ways I never thought possible. It healed me from past wounds and gave me hope that anything was possible. It showed me the importance of family -- both blood and chosen. (“A wise man once told me, ‘family don't end in blood.’ But it doesn't start there either.”)
If I had to part with this show in the way I’ve parted with the people I’ve loved and lost in my life, I’d say this...
“Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more”
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So many more feelings in this than I intended. Like, so many. This can be considered cavity-inducing fluff if I’m being honest. Which is something I usually don’t write, but here we are!
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Mick hated going to the SHU, but it was better than being around punk-ass kids who thought they were tough and COs who threw their weight around to show they were in charge. While had may have hated the trip to the SHU, he hated the trip back to his cell in Gen Pop even more. He had gotten used to the solitude and didn’t want to have to put up with the idiots that had put him there in the first place.
“Open thirty-two!” The guard escorting him yelled. Mick’s cell opened, and he was pushed forward into it. “Close thirty-two!”
Mick’s cell door closed, and he was able to take in everything that had changed while he was away and everything that was the same. The kid that had been his cellie -- the one who had gotten him thrown in the SHU in the first place -- wasn’t there. He had the cell to himself once more. The guards hated putting anyone in with him, told him he was too dangerous to have a cellie, let alone be released back into the world.
Mick climbed onto the top bunk and fell back onto the hard mattress. As he shut his eyes, there was a loud noise coming from outside his cell. He recognized it as yard time -- something he hadn’t missing having with other people.
Getting off the bed and out of his cell, he followed the line keeping his head down as they made their way to the yard. He noticed a few new faces as his green eyes found the newest, smallest, and skinniest kid in the yard. Mick saw the kid’s mouth moving but couldn’t hear any of what he was saying over the loud chatter of everyone else.
Something about the kid, how he held himself, and how he looked made Mick want to protect him. Nobody who looked like that had it easy in life. He could see a shiner covering the kid’s left eye that looked faded -- something he had to have gotten outside the prison walls, Mick thought.
Between the time it took Mick to blink away the dirt in his eyes, the skinny kid was surrounded by several of the older and bigger inmates. Mick told himself to ignore it -- the fight wasn’t his problem. The kid wasn’t his problem. All he had to do was keep his head down, and he’d be released soon.
But Mick couldn’t keep his nose out of the kid’s business when he saw the glint of a shiv in Marcus’ hands. Almost as if on instinct, Mick raced over to the fight and ripped the shiv away from the kid’s general area and threw it away from them.
Mick pushed the group away from the kid. Without the group holding the kid up, he fell to the hard, dirt ground from the pumbling he had received. Anger flared up inside of Mick. He hated bullies. Mick took on the group of five kids using brute force. After tossing three of them away with ease, the other two decided to take off, knowing it wasn’t worth being caught in a fight with Mick Rory.
“I had it,” the kid said with a sharp tone.
Mick looked at the kid as he stood up, wiping at the blood from his split lip. The cold look in his blue eyes was meant to show Mick he was tough. All Mick saw was a kid trying to punch above his weight.
“I noticed,” Mick said gruffly. Mick started to walk away when the kid called out.
“Hey!” The kid yelled, running to catch up with Mick. “I’m Leonard Snart.”
“Mick Rory,” Mick said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, wishing he had a lighter to play with.
“Thanks for your help,” the kid said almost begrudgingly. “If you hadn’t had done anything-”
“You’d be dead,” Mick said plainly. He glanced down at the smaller kid. “I don’t like bullies.”
Leonard made a sound between a scoff and a laugh. “Neither do I.” Leonard noticed that everyone was avoiding Mick and himself. “What’s with everybody? Too scared of you?”
“I like fire, and I don’t hesitate to fight someone,” Mick said, glancing around at the other teenagers who regarded him with hesitation. “They all think I’m just a brute without a brain. They don’t trust me.”
Leonard regarded Mick, looking him over with a careful eye. “You can’t be all that bad. You seem to be smart than you look.”
Mick snorted. “Sure, kid. Keep thinking that.”
Silence fell between them as Leonard continued to follow Mick for the rest of the hour. Leonard seemed to be in deep thoughts despite his eyes canvassing the entire yard. Mick couldn’t understand why the scrawny kid was still following him when no one else wanted to be around him. But there Leonard was. A silent presence for the entire hour that comforted Mick -- something he thought would annoy him more than Leonard actually did.
When yard time ended, a CO came up to Mick and Leonard with a sneer.
“Looks like you’ve already met your new cellie, Rory,” the man said with a slight snarl to his voice. “Hopefully, this one sticks.”
It’s a little longer than a drabble. Hope you enjoy this, anon!
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It wasn’t his fault. Not really, at least.
“Stiles!” Derek yelled, throwing the succubus toward the opposite end of the alleyway.
Well, maybe like fifteen percent his fault.
“Stiles!” Derek yelled again as he wolfed out.
The succubus opened the black and red wings from its back and flew over Derek, forcing itself onto Derek. Derek tried to push it off as the succubus dug its claws into his skin.
Okay. So, maybe it had been Stiles’ fault.
But it wasn’t like Stiles had known there was a succubus in the area. Really. That was what the recon mission had been for. The mission Stiles and Derek had been too busy having fun in bed to complete the day before.
“Stiles!” Derek yelled a third time as he was barely able to get out from under the demon.
Stiles jolted into action. He took his trusty aluminum bat and swung it at the succubus’ head. The monster let out a screech as it was propelled toward the other end of the alleyway. Derek growled as it flew back toward them. He extended a claw and slashed it across its chest as it flew above them.
With another screech, the succubus fell to the grimy alleyway ground. Derek ran at it and slashed at it until the monster exploded in a burst of black viscous fluid. It covered all of Derek, who received the brunt of the attack. A small speck of black fluid hit Stiles’ cheek, who wiped it away with ease.
The walk back to the motel was silent.
Every time Stiles tried to talk to Derek, Derek silenced him with a glare.
Stiles watched as Derek unlocked the motel room and stalked to the bathroom to take a solo shower to get rid of the black viscous fluid covering most of his body, cementing his Henley and jeans to his skin.
“Hey, Derek-”
“Don’t even speak,” Derek said, his voice giving a slight echo in the bathroom.
Stiles gave Derek his best annoyed face as the older man slammed the door shut behind him.
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Derek/Stiles/Peter with Peter getting angry at Scott for running Stiles ragged & comforting Stiles with Derek?
I don’t do Halecest even if it’s with Stiles in the dynamic. Sorry. I can do one for possessive!Peter/Stiles or Derek/Stiles with the same prompt, if you would like.
Are you going to do anything for Whumptober or Kinktober?
I was actually looking into Whumptober.
I’m thinking about writing something for the challenges on my Ao3 and linking it back to this Tumblr. I don’t know if I’ll do all the prompts separately or as a continuous story. I don’t even know if I’ll write all the prompts. The list of prompts for the 31 days is amazing and something that I want to play around with for sure.
All the different prompts are already making different ideas pop into my head for different fandoms of mine so I’ll definitely take that inspiration and run with it.
This will also be a challenge for me, as well. I’ve never written so much hurt without major comfort following, but that’s not the purpose of Whumptober. I’m going to be finding myself stepping out of my comfort zone with my writing a lot if I do decide to participate so it should be fun.
As for Kinktober, I’m not entirely sure I’m up for that just yet.
When I looked up Kinktober, there were a lot of different lists of prompts made by different people. So, there’s not just one set list like I’ve found with Whumptober.
I may or may not participate in it this year. But if I don’t, I’ll most likely be apart of it next year when I’ve graduated college and have more free time to write.
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