#precanon

15 y old dean (thinks john is homophobic) (thinks sam is gay): um. sometimes

john: i mean, you do think he Likes Girls, right?

dean: (red alert) (this is bad) (dad thinks sam is gay) (sam is gay) (this is bad) Of course... why would you even say that... he talks about girls all the time..... just because he does theatre?

john (did not know sam has signed up for theatre) (now thoroughly distracted): SAM DOES THEATRE?

dean (thinks dad is being homophobic): you know, there's really nothing that gay about theatre-

john (just wants sam to focus on hunting and prioritise their family for ONCE in his life, goddamnit) (has totally forgotten he was worrying about his gay son): he didn't tell me he'd started doing- theatre- what is he doing? doesn't he realise there are more important things at stake here? *starts muttering to self about RESPONSIBILITIES and REVENGE and other, non starting with R words*

dean (now thinks he's saved the day by diverting dad onto a different, more trodden path of anger-at-sam): yeah... youd have to ask sammy..... at least he's shut up about missing soccer practices for a bit, right?

john (now suddenly back on the gay sam? path) (genuinely just posing questions and has no ill will) : is it just me or do you think soccer's kind of a girly sport?

dean, sweating (dad is going to hate crime my gay little brother): Not Really

I already headcanon that part of Edwin learning how to knit had to do with Charles actually feeling cold. Of course he started with the basics like scarves, hats, and fingerless gloves. Charles loves them all and tends to wear them nonstop for at least two weeks after he gets them. As Edwin’s skills improve, he builds up the courage to attempt a sweater. There is a lot of cursing involved, and of course he couldn’t make an easy pattern for his first sweater.

Several months later he has a sweater! As always, Charles is impressed even if he doesn’t understand all the technical details Edwin’s explaining. He’s proper chuffed, and he wears it right away, saying that it feels like a warm hug. Edwin dismisses this out of hand. They’ve already established that Charles feeling cold at all, and then feeling warm when he wears the knit items Edwin makes him is more mind over matter.

Edwin goes to the yarn store a week later in his disguise, to buy more yarn for his next project. Charles seems to like his sweater so much, Edwin supposes he could be bothered to make another one, cursing, struggle and all. He even tells the teller that all this yarn is for his plans to make a sweater for his partner. The shop clerk laughs, and tells him to wish his relationship goodbye.

What? Why?

Well obviously the sweater curse. As soon as you make a sweater for a partner, that relationship is doomed to end shortly after.

Now because Edwin lives in a world of actual magic and curses, he doesn’t even consider for a moment this might be superstition. He just runs home. He has to fix this! He didn’t intend to curse Charles! And he certainly wouldn’t want to lose his best friend, just because he didn’t know about this Sweater Curse!

Of course Charles can’t make things easy. When Edwin tries to get Charles to take the sweater off, Charles doesn’t want to. It’s his comfy sweater now. He’s gotten used to Edwin’s perfectionism at this point, and has found the best way to fight it is to insist that whatever Edwin made is perfect, and that he loves it. Otherwise Edwin will keep fiddling with whatever tiny perceived flaw to death. Charles still doesn’t know what Edwin did with his favourite hat when he told Charles he “just had to fix one thing”.

Edwin can only assume that Charles latching onto the sweater is part of the curse, so he dives into research. Everything he finds is unhelpfully vague, but consistent. If you make a sweater for someone, that relationship will end. Edwin can’t lose Charles. He just can’t.

submarine time with mama

The Unholy Trinity + Two Idiots

I've legit just wanted to draw these three all together since this game came out and I'm not disappointed with how awesome their designs are together.

It still burned like a motherfucker though. Almost made a guy think he made the wrong choice, following a monster away from the battlefield.

Almost.

After all, he never really needed to be hungry again. Not for long. A delicious feast lay around every corner, if only he'd go out and take it.

He stuck to loners, mostly, like Max had told him to. Undesirables. Or, at least, Max would think they're undesirable. David was starting to see the appeal of those living on the fringes, and not just because they were an easy meal.

The man he was following didn't seem like he was hurting for anything though. Broad and handsome, dressed like some kind of hotshot aviator, but something that looked weirdly like striped fox fur lining his collar.

He walked like he owned the street. Like he was untouchable. David enjoyed touching what he didn’t used to be allowed to touch.

The man sauntered into an alleyway, the lingering smell of Scotch only barely masking the rich scent of his blood. David smiled, and followed him.

*

Some monumental fool was following him. Having better peripheral vision than most, the Cat King had gotten a good look when he turned the corner. Young, a soldier, like every fucking mortal man around.

Soldiers usually travelled in packs though, and this one was all alone. All on his lonesome and trying to corner a Cat King in a dead end alley in the middle of war-ridden nowhere.

Big mistake.