#im not searching for that wolf statuette

[cacospirit]

Rook: Darkspawn up ahead!

Solas: Lets see if they have heard the legends of the dreadwolf 

Rook: 

Rook: Solas they’re darkspawn, why would they have heard any legends? Do you think darkspawn tell each other stories? 

Solas:

Solas: Well… that’s what I meant. They haven’t heard the legends of the dreadwolf, but they will now, or like, they will see the legend of the dreadwolf when I… lets just fucking kill them ok

[nyabsolart]

>Begin Eidolonstuck

i thought a lot about these so im gonna explain them below the cut

[Original Prankster] by The Offspring. goofy for kiddo june, much like homestuck she has the most straightforward. Fun experience. if this were like, an "au" i imagine imps would just start showing up, shades slipping free from the undertow and completely overwhelming the planet with numbers. they would get popped into. eidolon grist. by errant anvils, tripwires, and all manner of cream pies. the song is upbeat, catchy, and fun. the body is made out of a ghostbusters statuette :3

[Body]

by Mother Mother. it is chaotic, nonsensical, and confusing. why does this represent her soul? very light and rain. its designed to confuse and frustrate her. light into dark magic is pretty grimdark-y. she can direct her eidolon with the wands, causing it to shine a black light from its chest. design notes are the princess hat like jaspersprite, the needlewands, and just a fun fact but the legs are a vector of a slot machine handle

[Die Anywhere Else]

from Night in the Woods. this ones one of my favorites, die anywhere else as a power for dave rules to me. not to suck my own dick but like. yeah thats what he does! the power allows him to postpone death, not prevent it. one more hour, one more dave, die somewhere else, not here.

[Friends With You]

by The Scary Jokes. another favorite! jade probably gets her eidolon way before everyone else, but i dont think shes a veteran. she just peers through the scope and watches from afar. its cool how the only way she can interact with her friends is through the barrel of a gun! you figure out the implications of this

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[I Remember It]

by someone on twitter idk search it on youtube. Funny song, funny guy! song is about doug walker taking on the burden of every nightmare, remembering it so you dont have to. davesprite remembers and changes it so it never happened. not really sure how the sprited players fit into this, i guess they split off from the main eidolon? but yeah davesprite remains super fucked up and came back to fix things.

[Dog Days Are Over]

by Mitski. vibe of the song should be obvious, this was on allll the sadstuck jade playlists back in the day. she focuses on the only thing that matters, keeping her friends safe

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[Burning Down The House]

by The Talking Heads. aha bdth reference. this is a pretty straightforward retcon thing so i dont have much to say about it not from the comic, though it looks cool. shed have to like, realize something latent within herself and then her dinky eidolon would grow into the House, and shed need to climb the steps and enter the door. pacing wise i think she should have gotten a new eidolon when she god tiered as well, so i guess it MIGHT not be dinky, but cmon we know june, it is. its some vrillyhoo shit. the songs vibe fits with Original Prankster, and with june, i think. art notes: the texture in the cuts of the House are purple meat, and theres lava under the foundation

[Same Bones New Body]

by The Variants. boom. body upgraded into this, its a great naming scheme. Body gets melted down in the green sun and is reconstructed into this, still a confusing amalgamation but with more purpose. the abilities are obviously seer of light stuff and once again read the comic for info on that. my fun fact is my best friends sister had a falling out with someone in this very small band, which i didnt know before listening to them

[One More Time]

by Daft Punk. big fan of the band here. i mean im not a daft punk fan, but in this context. something about it is like. dave chill the fuck out, have some fun! which feels like a thing the sburbian universe would force on him. relax, take it less seriously! heres a strong as fuck metal beast to punch your enemies out of time. it has a similar shape to his og eidolon but its built of different parts. a metaphor?

[Hollow Moon (Bad Wolf)]

by AWOLNATION. sacrifice into change is crazy for jade, the universe reallyyy hates her. loneliest girl in the world shit. it pretty much sums her up, when she meets up with her friends her old eidolon isnt as useful. now she gives up parts of herself until theres nothing left. one of the bigger visual departures from her first eidolon, its probably completely destroyed and out of it comes this and Dog Days

thanks for reading to the end :3

[rowdy-revenant]

The Beauty of a Beast - part 3

Characters: Bobby Singer, Balthazar, Chuck, Gabriel, Y/N Singer (future pairing of Gabriel x reader)

Words: 1400+

Beta-reader: @hunters-hiraeth​

Warnings: Animal attack, mostly centred around Bobby

Chapter summary: Bobby seeks shelter in a seemingly abandoned castle and finds more than he expected

[Part 1] [Part 2]

[General masterlist]

Part 3 - A White Rose

Bobby pulled his hat down further as the rain grew heavier. The wind whipped around him, fast and unrelenting. It was hard to see further than the ends of the reigns.

“C’mon, Philippe, just a little further.” Bobby said softly. “I’ll get you somethin’ to eat as soon as we get there.”

Philippe, Bobby’s snow white horse, was not at all comforted. His steps seemed anxious and he kept whinnying.

The path before Bobby was unfamiliar. It didn’t take too long to realize he was lost. “Balls...” he cursed. It was too late to turn back now, either that or he was too stubborn to. Most likely the latter.

The pair came to a fork in the road, two paths separated by a tall and large oak tree. The path on the right was a lot dryer, as trees lined it, their thick branches forming a canopy. The ground was even and clear of roots.

The path on the left was the kind you’d find in your nightmares. The trees were gnarled and dead, even in the middle of summer, giving them the appearance of hunched and clawed creatures. The ground rose and fell like a rough sea. Somehow, it was darker, perhaps even colder.

Your father wasn’t an idiot. The path on the right seemed a lot safer. “We’ll go this way,” Bobby said, gently leading Philippe in that direction. “We’ll be at the fair in no ti-”

A bolt of lightning shot from the sky, headed right to the middle tree as if guided by a careful hand. The trunk almost exploded, a loud crack sending it toppling, catching fire as it fell. The oak now blocked the right pathway.

The horse reared back to avoid the danger, almost shaking Bobby off the cart. “Balls!” He cursed again. “Balls, balls, balls!” The craftsman panted, staring at the flaming trunk in shock.

There was only one way apart from back, and Bobby sure as hell wasn’t turning around. He wouldn’t return without a gift for you, fair be dammed. “Left it is…” He grunted, guiding the cart to the dark and foreboding trail.

The rain grew fainter, whiter even. It was… snowing. It was snowing in the middle of France in the middle of summertime. Bobby’s breath was visible now, the temperature dropping lower than what seemed naturally possible in such a short period of time. He pulled his coat tighter around his now shivering body.

The silence was cut with a howl, getting louder. Getting closer. Another howl from the other side of the path was returned.

Bobby urged Philippe to go faster. Either the cold or the wolves would kill them both.

Howls grew stronger and closer more. Glinting eyes peered out from the inky darkness behind the trees. A large grey wolf stepped out, baring its fangs and growling at the unwelcome strangers. It prepared to leap.

“SHIT!” Bobby yelled. The horse began to gallop. “Go go go!”

The wolves were gaining on them, not at all hindered by the rough terrain or frozen weather.

One of the cart’s wheels fell into a hole, flinging the whole cart sideways. Bobby flew off, landing on the snowy ground and skidding to a halt. It was lucky he did, as the cart then hit a tree, smashing into bits and throwing its contents in every direction.

“Balls!” Bobby cursed again. His heart was pounding. If he didn’t act quick, he was done for. As quickly as he could, he detatched what was left of the cart from Philippe and climbed on his back. Holding on as tight as he could, Bobby urged the steed forward.

In the distance was a clearing followed by a large rusted fence. It creaked open, as if by an unseen force. ‘Just the wind, idiot.’ Bobby thought to himself. This didn’t assure him.

The horse and rider dashed through the now open gate followed by a pack of wolves. The predators skidded to a half at the entrance. They snarled one last time and turned, fleeing into the darkness.

Bobby’s stomach flipped. What past that gate could be so bad a pack of rabid wolves wouldn’t dare to approach?

The answer wasn’t one the humble craftsman expected: A castle. A crumbling, snow covered palace with leering gargoyles and icicles that looked like they could pierce flesh hanging from window sills.

A light flashed and flickered in one of the tall, shattered windows. The castle wasn’t entirely abandoned, it seemed. Not for there to be a fire lit.

Bobby climbed down and lead his horse to an empty stable. “Stay here, Philippe. I’m gonna… go say hi to our hosts…”

Singer walked cautiously up broken steps, raising his hand up to knock on the door. It opened before he could, the sound reverberating through the vast hallway.

“Hello?” Bobby called. His voice echoed. There was no reply or movement.

The inside of the palace was even more beautiful than the outside. A grand main staircase lead up, twisted into two different sections and went off higher to the east and west. Arches and columns held the high ceiling.

“I uh… got lost. Was wondering if I could stay here the night.” He continued, walking towards the fireplace.

As he got closer, Bobby swore he could hear whispers.

“Are you crazy?” hissed a voice. “Do you know how much trouble we’d get in?!”

Another faint whisper replied. “Oh, where’s your sense of adventure? It’s a guest! We haven’t had guests in-”

“Never! We’ve never had guests. Not since-”

“Hello?” Bobby called again. “Is someone there?”

The whispers stopped.

Bobby’s brow furrowed. Maybe it was too dark to see whoever was there. There had to be someone there…

A candelabra was on a table, its three candles lit and glowing with a soft light. The candelabra itself was beautiful. Gold- or at least gilded, it was like a statuette of a man. The end of each arm held a candle, as did the top of its head.

Next to it was a clock of polished wood and metallic details. It's face was interesting, unlike one the craftsman had ever seen. Lines of silver formed the eyes, nose, and mouth of a man. Simple, but incredible.

Bobby picked up the candelabra."Interesting little knick-knack…” He commented.

The eyes of the metal face opened, as did the mouth. “Knick-knack?!” It exclaimed.

Bobby dropped the candelabra. It talked. a figure of metal and wax no taller than his knee just… talked!

"Oh way to go, Balthazar!” A voice right in front of Bobby cried. It was the clock. The silver eyes glanced between the dropped candelabra and the craftsman. “Uh oh.”

As soon as those words were spoken, Bobby raced to the door. He ran outside, racing down the crumbling steps to the stabled.

"Talking clocks and candles- damn place is haunted- Philippe! C'mon, we're going!” Bobby yelled.

Singer mounted the horse. He had to get out of this cursed place, even if it meant facing those wolves again. He had to get home to you.

However, something caught his eye. A garden that should be dead in this wintery landscape, yet bushes were in bloom. Rose bushes, stems and thorns twisting, petals as white as snow. Bobby had promised you a rose, and he never broke his promises to you.

“Quick detour. Won’t take a minute.” Bobby muttered to himself as he dismounted.

The man approached the bushes, searching in his pockets for something sharp to cut one off with. A little whittling knife was in his coat. That would do. Bobby reached towards a rose, careful not to prick himself. With a smooth flick of his wrist, he cut the stem.

A growl came from behind him, lower and more powerful that those of the wolves. “Thief.” It roared.

Bobby turned, looking up at the looming, monstrous figure. He dropped the rose and knife in terror. A clawed hand grabbed his shirt and dragged him kicking and screaming back towards the castle.

You grumbled as you pulled weeds from your garden. Dean goddamn Winchester. Picturing him as your husband made you sick. You pulled another root from the ground and tossed it aside. His brother was no better. Sam just stood to the side and let his brother do what he wanted.

This village was home, but you felt like a stranger. You were different and that was made clear to you every day. You wanted more, needed more than this.

A whiney snapped you out of your thoughts. A white horse, its coat stained with mud galloped down the street towards your house. It was Philippe, only he pulled no cart behind him. He had no rider. Your father was gone.

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