#admin aesthetics

My Moon n’ Heart Glow in the Dark Necklace broke today at work so I needed to fix it, so I figured I make these while in the Process.

                        || Sam Winchester || —> || Form 1 || Form 2 ||

                                  ↪ Fic Aesthetic: Sam + Torture

For just about a minute, he lives in a world where Dean isn’t dead, but then it comes crashing back: the sun, mercilessly bright through the back window, is a testament to Dean’s passing. Mutually exclusive events, he recalls from a logic class at Stanford that must’ve been hundreds of years ago–Dean’s life and the sun’s life. Never the twain shall meet. He rasps out a laugh because it’s the most unfunny thing in the whole rotten universe and everything aches and he’s thirsty. 

                               || Wincest || —> || Form 1 || Form 2 ||

                         ↪ Admin Aesthetic: Brothers + Werewolves

I'm so sorry, Sammy. 

These were the four words Dean kept repeating brokenly and with a sharp edge of panic in his tone as he murmured this to his little brother as he cradled his face in his hands, palms slick with the youngest's blood and his long, wolf-like nails gingerly cupped the boy's face. 

The eldest hadn't meant to get so angry. 

It had been only a week since the incident. While he and Sam had been on a hunt, a werewolf managed to sink its teeth into Dean's arm. 

The youngest had promised that they would find a way to reverse it, but the only way to cure a werewolf--with the knowledge that the eldest was aware of--was to kill the one that turned him. 

Even if Dean found the wolf, it would be too late. 

Because now as Sam stared up at him from the edge of the hotel bed--his mouth parted slightly as blood stained his teeth--and claw marks slashed across his face, Dean could see deep within his little brother's eyes that the wolf was calling to him. 

That Sam's wolf was calling out to his sire. 

                                    || J2 || —> || Form 1 || Form 2 ||

             ↪ Prompt Aesthetic: Model!Jared + Photographer!Jensen

A photograph could tell a thousand words. 

Jensen had never truly believed in that proverb until he had met Jared. 

Initially, Jensen had thought Jared would be like most models that he photographed: thin bodied, stiff spines, eyes so void of emotion that he had to edit the images just to make them look less than robotic. 

Jared was different. 

There was a warmth in his presence and when he smiled, it radiated through his eyes. Jensen knew that all Jared's manager wanted was the images that would be used in the upcoming magazine that Jared would be featured in, but Jensen found that the photos that told more of Jared's story, were the ones he snapped when the other wasn't looking. The ones between takes where Jared would continue to smile brightly while he conversed with others and the ones where he would catch Jared standing off to the side alone, staring off into the space around him, a thoughtful glimmer in his eyes. 

          || Debts Owed, Lives Gambled  || —> || FORM 1 || FORM 2 ||

                                    ↪ Fic Aesthetic: J2 + Casino

Jared Packalecki’s life is rudely interrupted when his father “loans” him to a ruthless casino owner in exchange for canceling his debt to the establishment. The young man reluctantly goes after his father threatens to hand over his little sister instead. 

                               || Wincest || —> || FORM 1 || FORM 2 ||

                          ↪ Prompt Aesthetic: Song Lyrics + Wincest

A thousand years Is a long long time 

Even for a star up in the sky 

I could count the tears 

And the long long nights 

But I'd rather just remember how you smile 

In a thousand years I know that our love will still be here 

So close your eyes, my dear 

Knowing that our love is going to last one thousand years 

The time flies by In a blinking eye 

No matter how we try to make it last 

But if souls are strong 

They'll go on and on 

And we will hardly know the time has passed