Introductory To Books

Start of chapter one, “Sins of the flesh.”

My chapters for “Sins of the flesh“ can be extremely long, so I will not be posting full chapters here on Tumblr; I will, however, post the first page of each chapter once they are updated or if I have already had them posted for a while, it depends. I will put the link to the fic at the top, and you can go read it if you enjoy it! Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38974686/chapters/97482846#workskin Wattpad link: https://www.wattpad.com/1225227745-sins-of-the-flesh-chapter-1-in-the-beginning --Start of chapter one-- Dean huffed as he tilted his head to the side, trying to listen to where his four-year-old brother was scurrying off to hide, Sammy’s giggles fading away as he went. They were playing hide-and-seek, a game Dean had become quite skilled at despite his lack of vision. If he focussed on listening to where the sound of his little brother’s bare feet against the wooden floors was heading, he would find him quite easily as Sammy often giggled when he hid. A few times, John had gotten mad at him for losing Sammy after playing the game as Sam would occasionally fall asleep; Dean tried not to think about the bruises he would receive if he lost the game as he stood up after thirty seconds and began listening for his brother. He made his way through the living room slowly, letting his hands slowly glide over the walls and furniture as he walked to see if any of it was out of its usual place. He ensured that his footsteps were slow and deliberate, completely quiet; that’s another skill he had learned because of John, how to keep completely and utterly silent when you did not want to be found. Slowly he crept through the halls of this old house, a house he had not seen for more than a few minutes at a time in nearly four years; the only times the blindfold ever came off was when Dean was showering or in case of absolute emergencies, though he didn’t know why it was necessary.He heard a sudden creak from behind him, and Dean strained his ear towards the doorway he had just passed. He heard the fair sound of heavy breathing as he approached the room and assumed that it was just Sammy getting more and more anxious as Dean approached his hiding place.The boy shivered as a draft suddenly whispered over his skin, the room seemed colder than it should have been. He assumed that the window was open, and so moved to close it without much thought. He didn’t expect to be knocked to the floor and have claws dig into his arms. Dean let out a blood-curdling scream as he tried to get away, kicking and punching at the creatures that he could not see.Its claws were razor-sharp, its breath absolutely horrible as it snarled and tried to sink its teeth into this flesh, but thankfully Dean avoided that from happening with his adrenaline-induced strength. He fought and fought, tears streaming down his face and soaking through his blindfold as he begged whatever it was to let him go, to put him down and leave. “Dean!” Came his father’s voice as he heard his footsteps pounding down the hallway, the searing pain in Dean’s arms, and now chest as the creature’s claws left a bloody slash across his chest and dropped him. He heard two gunshots ring out, but not the sound of shattering glass; the window had been left open and something had gotten in....

To see into the soul of another, you must first see into your own.

Myself, Sighlas-Rhodes

Start of chapter three, Sins of the flesh.

Link to Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1249130358-sins-of-the-flesh-chapter-3-a-brother%27s-love Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38974686/chapters/101269308#workskin --- Dean struggled to keep his eyes open despite the coffee he was sipping on, his head leaning against the window of the impala; usually driving was one of his saving grace’s from the blindfold since the car had been a gift from his father to him, but today was an exception due to his tiredness. Dean listened to the hum of the engine and relaxed in the way the car drove over the road as Sam drove, the radio turned off to pull them both into a comfortable silence.

Neither had questioned the fact that Dean had been on the floor that morning when Sam went to check up on him since he wasn’t up yet; Dean hadn’t said a word as he was roused awake by his little brother, the memories of the night before vague within his mind.

As Baby drove steadily down the highway, her tires gripping the pavement and the leather seat pressed against Dean’s back, Dean found his thoughts drifting back to the mysterious Castiel. His dream from the previous night was still bothering him immensely; he knew his father was not always the most honest of men, and he had experienced nightmares that involved him before, but nothing like this.

Ever since he started praying to the angel, he would get flashes of gold and black in the middle of the dream and be woken up, but never had he had a conversation with them.

He didn’t want to dwell, but something was telling him to dig for more answers; perhaps he would call or visit Bobby soon to see if he knew anything. Dean took another sip of his coffee and grimaced only slightly when he realized that it had gone cold; he placed it down in the cup holder and took in a breath of air, thankful that they were almost to the other town.

There was a sudden crunch under the tire of the impala and Sammy was slamming on the brakes while Dean grasped both the dash and the door with both hands. As the car came to a halt, Dean turned his head towards his brother, jaw still set from the fear. “What the fuck was that?” Dean asked his brother as Sam sighed, falling silent for only a moment before he spoke.

“I don’t know, but I think our tire popped because of it,” Sam murmured and opened his door, leading Dean to join him and walk around the car. Dean leaned against the car as Sam knelt to the ground and examined their car, a heavy groan coming from him as he seemed to shuffle his feet against the gravel for a moment. “What is it, Sammy?” Dean asked as he tilted his head in his brother’s direction, and the way his brother sighed came off eerily loud as the road and surrounding area seemed to be silenced now that they had stopped driving. “It’s a crow; I didn’t even see it on the road, why would it have been there in the first place?” Sammy wondered aloud, and Dean could tell that his smart-ass brother was probably looking at it with fascination like he always did when it came to something strange.

Dark academia ambience playlist for melancholic writers...

Today's ambience video is a dark academia playlist to study to. It includes pieces from some of my favourite composers including Bach, Beethoven, Debussy and...

Another playlist for all those searching for some calm music, or something aesthetic to chill, read, write, paint, or be amazing to.

Ah, yes, another character that wears green that was burdened with so much unnecessary trauma that we can get gender envy over. :) (also this artwork is amazing)

*Slaps roof* This man can fit so much angst in him.

AIDONEUS, OPHELIA AND LIV- MY BELOVEDS!! Truly incredible art and characters that are dear to my heart.

HERES SOME FILLER ART

Enjoy my non Fallout related ocs from a book I’m writing with my friend @deityofcaffeine-writerstears

The fridge.

Have y’all ever had that violent hunger that hits at like 3:14 am and you just have to stare into the empty low-lit abyss of your fridge, praying that somehow, some God somewhere may bless you with the meal you do not trully deserve, just to calm the angry growling of your impatient stomach? Just me? Aight.

Atelophobia is a plague that attacks your mind and not only instils the fear of not being good enough in your mind, it is a package deal of insecurities and overworking. Atelophobia is working into the late hours of the night, writing and thinking for fear of failure; it is empty coffee cups and fighting insomnia to get just one last page of work done, or so you say. It’s feeling eyes watching you as you type until your fingers are sore, until you really can’t keep up your own eyelids, until your eyes are burning from the amount of hours you’ve forced them open.

It is worrying about the future, wondering if you really are taking on too much but forcing through it, all for the sake of not failing. But what is failing, if not the fear of never achieving perfection? Atelophobia at it’s core is the fear of losing a battle you had no chance of winning.

Mourning

"O Captain, my Captain"

Evil can't be scientifically defined. It's an illusory moral concept that doesn't exist in nature. Its origins and connotations have been inextricably linked to religion and mythology.

Dr. Spencer Reid, Criminal Minds, Season 5: Our Darkest Hour