#suncaptorevent

[seasononesam]

@suncaptor ​birthday event: day two | fusions + liminality

― Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

I couldn't stop any of it. She still made the deal. She still died in the nursery, didn't she?

[wilsonthemoose]

Grey's Anatomy 10.03 Everybody's Crying Mercy

For Suncaptor's birthday event, for the prompt: Lucifer and Sam

[jackexmachina]

@suncaptor birthday event sam & tauma // sam & ocd I would always be like this, always have this within me. There was no beating it. I would never slay the dragon, because the dragon was also me. My self and the disease were knotted together for life. — john green, 'turtles all the way down'

[cascigarette]

on jessica moore, the fridged woman / for @suncaptor birthday event

supernatural 01x01 "pilot" / tvtropes.org / "the raven" by edgar allen poe / "mirror" by sylvia plath

[suncaptor]

In the four days leading up to my birthday, January 29th, 2024, I wanted to have an event! It is Supernatural themed because this blog still is (shoutout to everyone still here), but non spn fans feel free to participate. I love to see what people have to create!! All media/art/music/writing is encouraged.

You can also post on different days/multiple from same day or post something very tangential!! if you're really late I'll probably still get to it.

25th: (post Dean Winchester birthday blues) Dean & Alastair // 4x22 voicemail // Kevin Tran // Conor Oberst

26th: fusions: your culture, field of study, science, space, music, interest, etc and supernatural // existential // mental illness, dissociation and/or unreality // liminality (and ANY application of it, from transience, liminal spaces or ritual states, applying it to stuck outside through trauma, abuse, and cycles, "Otherisation", the "you can never go home" of it all, dimensions and supernatural beings explorations, so forth on and on.)

27th: Lucifer &/or vessels (or Sam specifically) // sambrady // Ireland

28th: Xander Harris (btvs) // Jessica Moore // psychic kids // sastiel (especially casifer mention<3)

29th: Sam Winchester and trauma, autonomy &/or OCD // anything that you want regarding me <3

extra bonus to keep extra sastiel posting into the 30th <3 it is @jackexmachina's birthday, I'll still be around, and we both love to see it!

Rules: tag #suncaptorevent or @ me or use this ao3 collection. I am totally fine with dark content, but please use trigger warnings+nsfw tags (and know I might tred carefully with certain triggers for my own sake), and if you're a minor do not use nsfw content. No w*/fluffy sa.mifer content please

[plutoniclesbian]

1.01 pilot // new year, kate baer

happy birthday @suncaptor!

[cockworkangels]

he was made for the devil

for @suncaptor's celebration: day 7: sam & trauma

[iheardyourprayer]

At the end of the day, I know there are worse ways to stay alive.

Dean + Growing Sideways by Noah Kahan for Suncaptor's birthday event

[sammerific]

Sam Winchester // Sledge Winston and the Element of Surprise (Conor Oberst)

For @suncaptor's event- Happy birthday!!

[gallifreyanwriter]

Uncertainty

for rem @suncaptor, with the prompt liminality. A tiny thing on what makes someone human, in the eyes of the oldest being in the universe.

“Would you like me to be honest?” Death said, crossing his arms.

Dean weighed his words, realizing that he was probably going to regret saying them.

“Uhm. Yes?” he asked, wincing.

“I don’t know...where you’re going to go,” Death said slowly, “When you die.”

Dean blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

Death sighed.

“When you, and your brother, inevitably ‘kick the bucket’ without standing it right back up again,” Death said, a sliver of contempt in his voice, “Where you’ll go? Is anyone’s guess.”

“I, uh, assumed the options are, uhm, Heaven or Hell,” Dean said, eyes darting back and forth, “Right?”

“Ohh, no, no, no,” Dean said, smiling condescendingly at Dean. “No. You and Sam are not quite...human enough for that to be a guarantee.” 

Death toyed with the ring on his finger.

“You’ve been...altered. Changed. Possessed, unpossessed, built, rebuilt…”

He finally looked up, and stared Dean directly in the face.

The oppressive weight of the type of thing Death was, crowded around Dean's existence. The edges of his soul shrank back from the sheer perception.

“You could go to Heaven. You could go to Hell," Death said simply, his speech laced with the slow surety of the inexorable march of time, "Purgatory isn’t off the table, either. You could simply wink out of existence. I won’t know, until I have your soul...in my hands.”

Death stood up.

“We will find out together, one day, the results of this little experiment,” Death said, “But not today.”

And he was gone.

[seasononesam]

@suncaptor ​birthday event: day three | lucifer + vessels [insp]

Hail to the King, baby.

[spneveryseason]

Sam’s Mindscapes + “Slanted Wood and Light” by @suncaptor

For suncaptor’s birthday

[sleepintro]

Guess my mind is a prison and I'm never gonna get out

mind is a prison, alec benjamin // sam

for @suncaptor‘s milestone event day 1: Sam & Trauma, Autonomy, and/or OCD

[cascigarette]

on sam and lucifer, religious trauma, and autonomy / for @suncaptor birthday event

supernatural 5x03 "free to be you and me" / "sun bleached flies" by ethel cain / supernatural 5x23 "swan song" / prince of darkness (1987) / "ptolemaea" by ethel cain / "detail of the woods" by richard siken

[suncaptor]

what are you afraid of? what do you become? what have you been made into?

[arsonistsam]

Edward Hopper’s Hotel Room (1931) & The Liminality of Motels in Supernatural for @suncaptor Rem’s birthday celebration. I cut the lady out. Sorry lady :(

Poem:

a motel is not actually part of the town that it's in. it's not part of anywhere. smaller or bigger than it looks from the outside. the paint peels and faucets drip. no dogs allowed. pay by the hour. ice machine around the back. a motel is empty, just waiting for someone to pour in and fill it. the asphalt on the parking lot is always dark and wet and cracked. yawns echo and bounce from yellowed wall to yellowed wall from mouths, door and human. the wrinkled edge of old bedsheets sway in the breeze. the windows are closed.