❝ C R E A T O R ❞

“i can’t believe you.”

“are you serious?”

“we’re not finished. i’m not just going to let this go.”

“so you don’t trust me?”

“fuck you.”

“you know me! and the fact that you still think i’d do that hurts the most.”

“i miss the old you. i don’t want the person you’ve become.”

“you never understand.”

“you said the same thing last time.”

“i’m so tired of constantly doing this with you.”

“you don’t even try to see it from my perspective.”

“i’m not apologizing.”

“hell if i care.”

“this is fucking bullshit.”

“why are you always the one who’s breaking my heart?”

“i can’t do this anymore.”

“you don’t mean that.”

“i hate you.”

“you never keep your promises.”

“out of all the things you’ve told me, what was true?”

“i can’t even look at you.”

“do you even love me anymore?”

“i’m fucking done.”

“i shouldn’t have ever trusted you.”

“you’re being unfair.”

“i’m not going to keep being your little secret. i deserve better.”

“i’m leaving.”

“just… just go.”

“i thought you’d be the one to make me happy.”

“you don’t even pretend to care about me.”

“i don’t even remember the last time you told me you loved me.”

“don’t go.”

Kings Of Con/KoC/Rob and Rich Panel Stageit Recording - #SPNSEA seacon 2018

Okay so !!! I’m in a bit of a pickle right now. I’m going to the States for the first time in like … almost a month and I am in dire need of some extra money, bc booooy what I have definitely isn’t gonna cut it.

So !! Emergency commissions ensue !! I’ll be doing a bunch of these, I don’t really have any slots in mind (given that it’s exam time for me now, so I’m staying at home for the most part and can squeeze ‘em into my schedule. considering I get any)

But yeah !! I’ll be doing simple commissions like these X / X / X / X with veeery negotiable prices, but I’m looking at 20/25/30€ depending on bust, waist or full body + how much detail and what kinda thing you wanna have (obvs. sketch, lineart and base color will be cheaper - those prices are for fully colored n shaded stuffs). Will also do pretty much anything, canon, oc, you name it !!

… so yes !! uh, even if you’re not interested, a reblog/signal boost would help a ton !!

Thank you !!!

+ THEME BACKGROUND COMMISSIONS

Charles “Chuck” Shurley, was just your average kid going through the stages of life and all the hardships. Parents bicker, for quite a bit of public education career his only friend was his imagination and the characters he would create in his stories. The advice of only writing what you know, always bore the young pre-teen, so he always goes for a much bigger approach. His life was boring up till the moment he met the talented, creative, vibrant red beauty Rowena. When he first laid eyes on her, he couldn’t help but wanted to be around her, she was the beautiful flame shielded by glass and he was just a fly always wanting to get closer to her warmth. Thus they started their beautiful friendship, and the young Chuck Shurley found himself falling for his best friend.

Though nothing really happened, much to Chuck’s dismay, despite trying to move on, he kept finding himself in dead-end relationships and experienced bad breakups because he was too focused on his book or he kept talking about Rowena too much. Despite the never ending longing he held for Rowena, with their light they drew more people in and found themselves with a circle of close friends who all knew them on an individual level.

For someone who had been pretty much drop dead abandoned by her parents - Rowena MacLeod had made a life for her herself. Growing up adopted and never knowing much about her real parents she found out a young age she enjoyed taking photos. Even if it was just scenery or if it was an important event she enjoyed making sure the lighting was right and the fact that some of the photos would be enjoyed over years and cast happy smiles made her HAPPY inside. The interest allowed her to branch out and have a few close friends but she always had trust issues which resulted in her having a small group of friends she held close and dear to her and one of those friends introduced her to the LOVE of her life (not that she would ever tell HIM that ) - the inspiring author Charles or Chuck as everyone called him. To think of it - she was really the only one that called him by his first name.

It took a while to realize it but over the years of friendship she realized she wasn’t just feeling PLATONIC feelings for him but rather ROMANTIC feelings. She realized this when small actions would result in her blushing, or even the smallest gift or help from him made her smile for the rest of the day when if someone else had done it she would smile and have thanked them and forgot about it. Not with him - he lite up her life and filled a hole she had in her chest.

Of the accomplishments that the writer was able to get of his late night work on a weekend was making sure the coffee would be done by the time Rowena would wake up in the morning. Their little routine is always pleasant and something to keep the writer sane from the workload of university and his book. A gentle pressure against his shoulder, barely registered in the writer’s mind as he leaned towards the touch. A small hum in question of wondering what his roommate and crush of several years wanted. Hearing her stern voice of telling him to go to bed because it’s late. He nearly laughed, instead he grumbled out.

          “But Ro, I know I was getting close to get over this writer’s block, there’s            something missing in the story and I know I’m getting close to a breakthrough.”

Chuck slowly shook his head when Michael asked the question about if Sam was possessed by Lucifer, the fallen one, the disgraced angel. Fingers continue to stroke his son’s hair as the words slowly escaped his lips. 

          “He’s not. Sam, never said yes to Lucifer.” 

Though he didn’t have the heart to tell Michael that Castiel was the one who said yes. He figured they will cross that bridge when Michael finally recovers and gain his strength back. When Michael sat up and stared him straight in the eye and told him that he can accomplish his father’s order. Maybe one day, Michael will realize the difference between his orders as God and the words that are spoken like a father. That day was not today, but right now everything is baby steps till the world isn’t trying to end on them. 

Nodding he let himself relax back once more on the bed, resisting the urge to wrap his fingers around the other’s wrist to keep him there. He needed to trust Father.

“Can you tell me where you’ve been?” he asked softly. “I—not because I’m mad, I just don’t want it to be quiet.”

The sudden request startled the creator, the guilt of leaving his most loyal son with nothing but confusion and heartache still pangs at him. Michael had every right to know where he has been, he had every right to know what his father has been doing and where he was the whole time while his children were crying out for him, only to turn a blind’s eye to everything before him. All because he lost faith in his creations and believed that his children can rule heaven and earth better than himself.

He was never a good storyteller nor a writer, but he sat there a hand resting on Michael’s shoulder as he contemplated of how to start the story of everything he was doing. After a few more moments had passed, he finally figured out where to start his story and his hand found a new home on Michael’s cheek as he tell his tale.

A groan came out of the inventor as he continue to chase Crowley to a door and heard the lock of the door. He stood there as he listened to Crowley ranting about how the finest scotch in the world will not convince him to sit out and talk to the creator. Frustration internally screaming in his body as his back leaned against the door as he spoke.

          “Okay, okay, I get it. You need some time to come to terms with your mother and I.”

The celestial creator spoke as he pushed himself off from the door and turn to face the door. His arms spread open as the expression of uncertainty of what to say to please the demon, especially since the celestial being had no desire of leaving the witch alone. 

Chuck hated visiting dreams, but sometimes it’s the only way to do the possible without giving away his true identity. The only time a celestial being entered dreams was to deliver a message and guide them to the right path. This time around, this was not to deliver a message, but to provide an easy access for Sam to go to heaven. Just for a visit.

It took him some time before he found Sam in his dreams, the downside about humans was that their dreams were constantly changing by each sleep cycle they entered. Closing the distance between them, Chuck slowly approached the hunter as he tried to reassure him that everything was fine and that he was doing something ‘special’.

          “Sam, the only reason I’m here is because this is the fastest and easiest way               for you to see, Jess again. Before you say anything, no I’m not Lucifer and nor               am I tricking you. I figure before the darkness swallows us up, you can see Jess               one last time.”

Sam was just sitting there looking at the water and that was just F I N E with him. He didn’t expect anyone else to be there so seeing the man he had met about six years ago he raised an eyebrow. “Chuck? I w-.” Sam’s voice was cut off by Chuck speaking. His words confused him. Chuck was just a prophet who could see things ahead of time, that didn’t mean he had the power to let him see..let him see J E S S again.

“Chuck..you don’t have that kind of power, I mean it’s been years since we saw you but you are just a prophet..and besides. Jess probably wouldn’t want to see M E.” He had let her down, had let her D I E when he K N E W she was going to die he didn’t do anything. Why would she want to see him? He loved her so much and after everything that had happened from that day.

Right. He hadn’t revealed himself to the brothers yet. Either way, he would make official appearance as God at a later time, but for now, since he knows what is going to happen and the possible way of sealing the Darkness lies in the younger Winchester, he needs to apologize to him advance for the torture the young man is going to face.

“A prophet who randomly disappears? Last time I checked, only a god can do such a thing.” A sigh escape the almighty’s lips as he spoke up once again, “I know what you’re thinking, I killed Jess. I knew she was going to die. Sam, you didn’t kill her, and you didn’t know that was going to happen to her. If you knew she was going to die, you would either break your heart and ended things with her or you would have gotten her out of there.” 

Charles, I just had to stop by and say a few words to you. First off, I love you. I’m quite sure that you are aware of this by now. You’ve managed to make the impossible, possible for me. And I can’t help but smile every time we speak. I also love your compassion… How you would go above beyond and all for those you love. You’ve been my rock in many an insane situation, ad I’m forever happy to have you there. I’ll admit, that you are the most beautiful person I know inside and out. Your face is the one face I look most forward to seeing in this insane world. Not to mention you have a wonderful smile.

//And of course you are a brilliant writer. I love our posts, and our storyline. I really look forward to replying to you. Of course I mentioned the rock thing, but it’s true ooc too. You really are a true friend. And you’ve helped me through some tough times ooc…And I am forever in your debt to that. I love our little RC and RB chats. They brighten my day. //

In short I wanted to say, no matter the situation…I’ll be there, through thick and thin. Because you mean the world to me. (More then my bloody child but don’t tell him that. We don’t wish to hurt his feelings.) And yes of course, I love you.