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Oscar x Charlie art by @potato-lord-but-not

Oscar (Malevolent Pod) X Charlie/Noel Finely (Malevolent Pod) vs Pompompurin from Sanrio x Snoopy from Peanuts

Propaganda:

Oscar x Charlie:

gestures to @potato-lord-but-not 's art need I explain more? (i was tempted to submit the whole polycule, but honestly i feel like holy ghosts on it's own is infinitely more cracked)

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someone requested the boys all dressed up- and I was gonna leave em greyscale but I needed you all to know I was imagining them in each other’s colors 🦔

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first round of ourthur doodles !!!

we’ve revisited the tattoo artist/florist holy ghosts with the owners of Lester & Doe Coffee Co !! John’s a very very good barista and Arthur is THE bitchiest boss imaginable. also the boys on the subway, and Oscar’s newfie making another appearance <333

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this was never meant to be anything more than sketches of kayne and arthur just doing whatever. i have no idea how i got here

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Hello stranger. If you want to draw Holy Ghosts, have you considered perhaps some sort of western AU? The tassels, the chaps, the bolo ties...

Ough I’m considering. I mean look at them

also drew John and Arthur bc I think about them believe it or not.

They own a bar and Arthur plays piano while John does literally everything else. Idk what Noel and Oscar do they just go do their silly cowboy stuff (make out in a field)

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With my distortion design, the double face with Michael is simply a copy of his face, because at the time, the distortion had only been forced into one identity, but, with Helen, the double face is meant to replicate Michael.

I wanted to play more with the idea of the Distortion being the embodiment of false friends and half-truths, and the idea of the Distortion literally switching faces felt fitting for that. Sometimes Helen will speak the mouth of Michael’s face, and it will feel so awfully wrong to hear her voice coming from a dead man.

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Some extra miserable Arthurs

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an idea that's been rattling my head forever that idk when i'll get to is: what if naomi/heaven realizes that cas isn't ever going to fully forget the winchesters/dean (in terms of his programming to be loyal to heaven first and ideally only), so to "rid him of his weakness" they wipe sam and dean's memories of cas instead. fine cas, if you won't give them up then we'll just take them from you. so now if he tries to go back they're not going to know him and it won't ever be what it was etc. obviously cas is not into this and i imagine some sort of revenge arc from him which leads to: sam and dean find a new case where something is killing angels. so they're hunting cas and cas is trying to find a way to fix things etc.

i think the angst from cas knowing he Could technically go to them but in practicality cannot would be so delicious. and the juxtaposition of them hunting cas while he's trying to get them back. when it all comes together i think that reconciling that would be so crunchy bc that's cas! they were trying to hunt him and he was doing it all for them. he was just trying to get them back.

(and throw in the destiel angle too and now things are rlly fun bc dean was trying to kill his bf and cas knew dean would never believe him about that even if he tried to tell him etc.)

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Ik this is from forever ago, but I found the sketches for the sillies

Uhhh mouthwashing tarot cards anyone?

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I'm the captain but you can be the deputy I’m really glad you think I'm so funny

Two monsters trying to human.

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Good morning my notes app when did I write this

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Good morning my notes app when did I write this

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MY HAND SLIPPED I SWEAR

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idk guys. malevolent shitpost drop. i cant keep it to myself anymore and i give in. honestly i already changed my john design idk? four times?? and still not sure if i like it or not but!!! ill show it later ig :p

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Anyways here’s a fic I wrote about Martin for a creative writing assignment

Martin was alone.

The fog curled around Martin's feet, it surrounded him from every angle. Trapping him. And when Martin inhaled, he could feel the cold fog coat his lungs like a drug.

Martin was on the shore. An icy shore, nothing like the beaches he saw on tv. The shore had a thick layer of fog that added to the already frigid atmosphere. Martin was on the shore. Which was strange considering Martin could have sworn he was just in his office.

Yes, that's right. Wasn’t it? Martin was sitting in his cold, lonely office but now he was here, standing on this equally cold and lonely beach.

“Hello?”

Martin asked the gray waters that lapped by his feet. There was no one for as long as the eye could see. Only Martin, the sea, and the fog. The sand crunched under his feet, small, colorless gravel. Just as insignificant as Martin himself.

Wasn’t it terrifying? Wasn’t it lovely?

Martin was alone.

Martin had been sitting in his office. He had just gotten off the phone. That’s right. His phone had rang and Martin answered like it was a normal phone call, because why would it not be?

He answered the phone with a pleasant “hello” like he always did. But it wasn’t a normal phone call. And the pleasant tone Martin had adopted quickly fell.

Martin didn’t remember putting the phone down, he didn’t remember hanging up. Maybe they hung up on him. But Martin does remember what he was told over that phone call. If Martin forgot everything about himself, he would still remember the words he was told over that phone. How could he not? His mother was dead after all. And Martin was alone.

Yes, Martin was alone. His mother, his last blood connection to this world, was gone. His mother never really liked Martin anyways. No matter how hard Martin tried to gain her favor, it never worked. She wanted to spend the last of her days in a home rather than spend her last breaths with Martin.

She always said that he looked so much like his father. Martin never assumed that it was a complement. Martin's father left when he was still a boy. She hated him, and not just his father.

So maybe Martin was always alone. His mothers passing was just the last straw. Martin didn’t even cry when he found out. Did that make him a bad son? The fog clung to his skin. The dampness almost felt like tears. Close enough.

Okay, so Martin was alone. That didn’t explain why he was suddenly here. On this cold and lonely beach. The fog and sea being the only company Martin had. It was scary, wasn’t it? To suddenly be so alone. Have no one in sight to save him. Was Martin scared?

Martin started to walk, because what else could he do? The crunch of sand against his shoes, the fog that parted for Martin's steps. Yes, all he had to do was keep going. Surely he would find another person that could help. The sound of the sea brushing the shore was the only company Martin could find.

That was until a light broke through the fog. Martin's heart jumped, his steps picked up. This was it, he wasn’t alone anymore. Martin broke out in a full out run towards the light, afraid that the fog would consume it.

Martin almost full speed ran into the lighthouse. The source of light! Someone was controlling the light, right? Someone that could help Martin. Martin almost threw the lighthouse door off its hinges.

“Hello?”

Martin called again, rushing up the lighthouse’s narrow stairs. Hope flared in his chest, someone was going to save him. But as Martin tumbled up the last of the stairs, he was met with the sight of the bright lamp of the lighthouse and… nothing. There was nothing here. No one here to save Martin from the fog.

“Oh,” Martin spoke softly. There was no one to hear it anyways.

“Sorry, for some reason I thought…” Martin trailed off. He thought what? That he wasn’t alone?

Martin sat down next to the lamp. He closed his eyes, listening to the distant sound of the waves.

Was it scary? To be so alone?

No. No, Martin didn’t think so.

Martin felt himself fading into the background, back into the fog. But it was okay. There was no one to miss him, was there? There was no one Martin could miss. How lovely.

Martin was alone.

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Poor Martin Blackwood.

Always the supporting character

But not who the story is about.

(They won’t remember you,

You’ll say it’s fine. It wasn’t about me anyways.)

I love Jon. We ALL love Jon.

But sometimes I want to talk about Martin. Sometimes I want to talk about Martin, not just Jon.

Sometimes I want Martin to be more than just the “anti christs plus one”. Sometimes I want Martin to be more than just a caretaker. Sometimes I want someone to take care of him.

Sometimes I want to talk about how Martin visited Jon I’m the hospital for MONTHS crying over the person that he loved, that he didn’t know if he loved him back. SOMETIMES

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I love Jon. We ALL love Jon.

But sometimes I want to talk about Martin. Sometimes I want to talk about Martin, not just Jon.

Sometimes I want Martin to be more than just the “anti christs plus one”. Sometimes I want Martin to be more than just a caretaker. Sometimes I want someone to take care of him.

Sometimes I want to talk about how Martin visited Jon I’m the hospital for MONTHS crying over the person that he loved, that he didn’t know if he loved him back. SOMETIMES