#Adam is dramatic

[dross-the-fish]

Can we have a little drubble about Selma’s reincarnation afterwards someday? How were her first days go?

You certainly can, I plan to write a second part to this but I covered the resurrection itself here from Selma's perspective and will cut forward to her first days after part 2.

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Harsh. White. Searing.

A painful light invading her eyes. Too bright.

It hurt.

She tried to speak but the sounds coming from her tight throat and thick tongue were garbled. Her skin was on fire, everything was cold and hot, shocks traveling through her body.

“She’s alive!” a voice, familiar and distant.

The sound of scrambling and booming, thunderous laughter.

Eyes squeezed shut. Pain, noise. Everything too much.

She lifted a heavy wrist.

A hand. Large. Shapely. Different. Familiar, grasped hers. So hot it burned. She clutched tighter as the world around her began to sharpen.

Voices speaking, too loud and fast to make sense, blurry, fuzzy. Her head was full of sparks.

Slowly sight and sound came back into focus. A large figure was shouting at the open skylight.

“She lives! Do you see me, Victor?! Do you see?! Your fallen angel is a worthy son! You denied me to your last breath but I am yet your legacy!"  

“Stop that!” the figure holding her hand snarled. She tried to place it; it sounded like a voice she knew but also one she didn’t “We need to make sure she’s alright! There’s no time for you to gloat! I need you now. Please, Mr. Frankenstein!”

He was polite. Why did that seem strange?

As her vision cleared, she struggled to put a name to the face before her. The broad, smooth, face of a man in his fifties. Did she know him? Her head swam when she tried to sit up. The man shushed her and gently guided her back down, “Easy now, there’s a good girl. Don’t try to sit up just yet, we’ve performed a miracle worthy of Jesus Christ himself,” he smiled weakly, the shadow of something-someone familiar in the gleam of his teeth.

He took her wrist in his hand and laid two fingers on it, “Pulse is slow, her skin is like ice,” he muttered, his brow furrowing with concern. As the large figure came into view. The patchwork face of the giant was immediately recognizable to her though how exactly was uncertain. The answer seemed to come to her then drift away, lost in a sea of barely coherent emotions and sensations. Pinpricks speckled across her eyes and she shut them for a moment until the throbbing in her head died down.

“Is she supposed to be this cold? Her heartbeat is so sluggish, is this normal?”

“If I am any indication then yes. Perhaps it is an affect of the chemicals used during incubation. The question now remains did we bring back Miss Morris or is this a new life?”

“Of course, it’s her! It has to be her! There was no point otherwise!”

“Dr. Jekyll, please, restrain yourself. We must remain impartial. It will be a tragedy if Selma is lost for good but we must remember that what we have created we bear a responsibility to. No matter our grief, it is not her fault for being born.”

She didn’t understand any of this and the bickering was beginning to grate on her. She tried to speak but could only manage a weak groan. Somewhere in the back of her mind a memory stirred and she knew one of these men was a doctor and she recalled the concept of a hospital. Was she sick? She felt sick. It would make sense to be sick right now.

The doctor, Jekyll, as he had been called, clasped her hand in his and gave her a reassuring smile. It helped. She tried to smile back but the muscles of her face felt stiff.     

“I’m going to check your cognitive functions, you don’t have to try to talk if you aren’t ready but if you can understand me, I want you to squeeze my hand to indicate ‘yes’, aright?”

She decided she liked Doctor Jekyll. He seemed kind.

Was that right?

She squeezed.

He looked relieved, “Good, very good. It looks like you remember language. Do you know who this is?” he indicated the giant man.

She hesitated. She knew him but it was so muddled she couldn’t be certain how. When the giant smiled the seam through his upper lip parted and exposed the teeth and gums beneath. The ghoulish sight didn’t frighten her as it would have if he were a stranger.

Frankenstein.

Was that his name? Or was it his father’s?

She squeezed.

“Good, I’m not going to ask if you know me. I’m sure my face is new to you. All you need to know about me is that my name is Henry Jekyll and right now I’m taking care of you. Think of me as your doctor and, Adam,” he gestured to Adam, who nodded reassuringly, “Is your friend. Do you remember your name?”

She froze. She tried to conjure up a name. There were flashes of memory, fragmented, disconnected. She tried harder, ignoring the pain in her head as she strained to pull her name to the surface. She knew she had one! What was it? She struggled to find some recollection of identity for herself in the mire that was her brain. She made an agitated gesture, shaking her head. Tears welled in her eyes.

Seeing her growing distress, Jekyll attempted to sooth her, “It’s alright! It’s alright if you don’t remember, it will come back to you in time,” despite its lack of recent use the comforting tones he had once used on his patients came back to him easily. Once Selma had settled, he glanced at Adam expectantly, “It will come back to her. Won’t it?”

Adam shrugged, “I have no idea, I recall nothing from before my own awakening, although I had not the ability to speak or any understanding of language. It seems she has retained at least some things,” he mused. He gestured to a small office off to the side of the lab “I need to go document all of this. Can you take care of her? Would Hyde take care of her if he comes back?”

Jekyll hesitated, he looked at Selma, still clinging to his hand for dear life, “He would. She’s safe with me-with both of me,” he said.

Adam gave a single, curt, nod and lumbered off.

What had happened? Why did her body feel so strange? As her awareness of herself sharpened and strength returned to her limbs she lifted a hand to her chest, where a loud, slow, pulse was beating.

Something was wrong. Where was the wound? Hadn’t there been a bullet? Blood everywhere, running over her fingers, she had felt the wet pulsing through the hole in her skin then…

…then blackness.

Here she was now, no blood, no wound, her fingers were resting against neat stitches. Sewn. Alive! Then why did her body feel so much colder? Heavier? Overwhelmed with pain and confusion, she began to cry in earnest. This was not right!

Jekyll watched her anxiously. Maybe it should be Edward…she knows Edward. Edward, at least, wouldn’t be too much of a coward to give her his shoulder. No sooner had he thought the words when he felt the itch of black fur sprouting from his cheek. No! No, wait! Not yet! I’m not ready! I’m not-

-not who Selma needs right now.

To caught in her weeping Selma didn’t notice Edward’s return. Not until a thick, hairy hand touched her shoulder. She looked up, doing her best to wipe at her eyes.

“Hullo, lass, it’s good to see you again. Do you remember me?” he smiled, his jutting, jagged, teeth seemed nearly too large for his mouth.

Edward!

She nearly fell from the table flinging her arms around him. He caught her, pressing his cheek to hers and when she felt the dampness on his whiskers, she neither knew nor cared which of them was weeping. She squeezed.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Slema Morris.”  

She remembered Edward.

[blueseysyogurt]

im sure this has been done before but idc

art creds: group drawing -sas milledge from raven boys graphic novel ronan pfp - auro cyanide on deviantart and tumblr kavinsky pfp - maggie stiefvater

[deoidesign]

Thinking about vampires, death, life, and the space they occupy in between

[angelicbros]

Dean: I'm cold

Castiel: *Gives him his trenchcoat*

Adam: I'm cold too

Michael: *Sets world on fire*

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Adam: My husband just told me he doesn't love me anymore.

Lucifer: That's not what I said!

Adam: Then what did you say?

Lucifer: I said I have to finish working before I watch those 15 tiktoks you sent me!

Adam: That's the same thing!

[dustbon]

This is Adam, the owner of the house and, sadly, Beau's roomie as well. The guy is a good-for-nothing beastly pup with anger issues, and as we can guess, he didn't took well Beau's complaints about the state of the house... or being scammed, for that matter.

Our kid has no money left to find another place and first day of school is within a few hours, so... I guess Beau has no other option besides working with what he has.

[amberartspng]

Some Ronan sketches I did from Mister Impossible since I just finished it! Starting Greywaren now. Starting my last semester of college tomorrow aaaaaah

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[feraldude]

logan and victor being husbands (a compilation)

[xmrnothingx]

Samus Aran and friends from Metroid

Samus Aran and her friends watching the hit new movie: Metroid Other M, based on true events. The director of the movie, however, did not interview Samus nor Adam when making it, but instead took creative liberties with a military report

characters left to right: Anthony Higgs, an Etecoon, Damara, Pyonchi, Samus Aran, a Dachora, Adam Malcovich, Kreatz, Mauch.

painting left to right: Virginia Aran, Rodney Aran, Gray Voice, Old Bird

[kusnechik]

This one's a little old but yay, Creature!

[cakerybakery]

Angel watched from the balcony as Adam and Lucifer rolled in the dirt, yelling, wings flapping, clothing tearing off, and seeming to hit and even head butt each other. He called Vaggie for a video chat. “Heya, your an angel right?”

“Yeah?”

“Are they fighting or fucking?”

He turned the camera around to show her what he was watching.

“Uhhh, I have no idea what they’re doing. Both? Either way, not sure you should be watching.”

“Bitch, I sent Husk for popcorn. I don’t know what’s going on but someone’s going to cum from this and I’m hoping it’s me.”

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

Anakin Skywalker in Ahsoka/Ben Solo in The Rise of Skywalker

Like grandfather like grandson

[ceruleanblueshells]

People are getting mean again. Might pull up a RonanLynch and dream a magical forest and participate in whimsy shenanigans with my two friends there :)

[dross-the-fish]

A late night speed paint of the creature in the arctic.

drew it while giving the Frankenstein musical another listen and I got inspired by this number X

[rius-cave]

For some reason the idea of Adam becoming a sinner and getting targeted and all, then Lucifer provoking him til the point Adam actually lands an attack and harms Lucifer (he lets it happen) so then every sinner will be scared to mess with him lives rent free in my head and I needed to share it with someone thanks. It probably wouldn't work like that but it sounds dramatic lol

Huh! That is interesting, hmm

I wonder if the people would buy it though? Like Lucifer is, you know, THE Lucifer, no mortal soul comes even CLOSE to his power. I think most people in Hell would suspect that to be some kind of ruse lol

However! It could work maybe with someone else. I don't know, maybe Charlie. Charlie is really powerful, but Adam DID hold up against her, I'd say Lucifer and Charlie could try to orchestrate that plan together.

[klayr-de-gall]

The third Son

The one where Adam is convinced he isn’t magically gifted (not like his brothers and father are) but one of the most powerful and sought-after familiars makes him his witch anyway.

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The piece I made for the fifth SPN quarantine Zine! The theme was "witch and familiar". Check out upcomming projects here: @supernaturalquaranzine I had a lot of fun with this one. Michael is a crow because of that on time a crow was used to show his arrival at stull cemetery. And because I couldn't do without drawing wings. XD There is a whole story for this that exists in my brain (and as bulletpoints in a Google doc xD) and hopefully I'll be able to write that fic some day!