The newest addition to the BAU crew is certainly in for a ride when we toss him into a world where he’s the smol. Give him hugs.
(Sketch by @mogadeer)
Tag: commissioned art
Sneak peek!
As everyone knows #eotm was guessed at last by @torchmlp! Epidemic of the Mannequins was inspired by the song Through Glass, by Stone Sour, and reflects a lot of the themes found within. Definitely a must-listen!
“Oh no. Oh shit.”
Sam glanced over, confusion on his face. “Dean, what…?”
Dean leapt into action when he saw Chase shift his weight, and bolt. “Sam, you’ve gotta catch him!” he snapped, his mind switching right over to problem solving mode. “Jacob will just make things worse if he tries to grab Chase.”
“But, what do you…” Sam trailed off as he spotted what Dean had seen far too late.
Jacob, standing directly over Chase after he’d shrunk.
“Just go!” Dean said, pushing Sam towards the edge. It was only a second before Sam had his hook wedged into the edge of the dresser and was dwindling down towards the floor. Dean got his own hook out, preparing himself for the same (if slightly slower) journey, and glared up at Jacob. “Make sure he doesn’t reach the door!”
By the time Dean had his hook wedged and was dropping down to the floor himself, Sam had already touched down and darted after Chase, his longer legs closing the distance.
Jacob’s eyes were wide. Everything had shifted so quickly, and yet he could probably cover the distance Chase had managed to run in one mid-sized step. His best friend was quick, but so small. He ran with the kind of fervor that only came about with blinding terror. One little glance over a tiny shoulder explained it in clear terms.
Chase was terrified of Jacob.
Is anyone else as big a fan of tiny Chase as I am? XD
Artwork by @mogadeer
Dean vs. the Digits
A truly epic battle of wits and cunning strategy.
Dean declared a thumb war and won!From a future story in the Brothers Consulted part of the Brothers Apart multiverse. An art trade with Nightmares06 for the finale of a Dragon!Dean story.
December 13th excerpt:
To say that Lestrade was bemused by all this would be an understatement. Now he was holding up two fingers. Evidently he couldn’t lift his middle finger as high as Dean wanted it independently, so the first one hovered just behind and above Dean. And while Lestrade was far from matching Dean’s level of drunk, his own whiskeys encouraged him to have a little fun.
Lestrade let his index finger curl in to gently settle on Dean’s head, mussing the teeny spike he’d styled it into.
Artwork by @mogadeer!
500 followers!!
Wow! What a milestone to hit for this humble little blog!
Hope everyone likes the special commission I’ve been saving for the occasion, done by the phenomenal @lamthetwickster ❤
Which happens right before this follow-up picture, done by the fantastic @justanothergiant ❤
Commission for @nightmares06! A finished version of a sketch from a while back. Thank you for being patient ♥
Jacob flinched so violently that he actually woke up with a startled breath. His eyes were wide for a second until he shut them and rubbed at them with his knuckles. He could tell by the wavering of the world around him that he was still drunk. And there was a wide green … wing? over him. Jacob shuddered and turned over in his place, trying to get comfortable again.
He brushed against Sam’s arm when he was shifting in place under the green canopy. With a mumble, Sam rolled a little closer, his arm landing over Jacob’s small body. Jacob flinched in surprise from the sudden appearance of an arm longer than his body. It was only a moment before Sam shifted again, pulling Jacob closer by instinct as soon as he noticed the shivers that wracked his body even in the depths of sleep.
Sam buried his head next to Jacob under the blankets, effectively pinning him to his chest the way one would a teddy bear at night. His grip was gentle, keeping away from the sore and bruised ribs that the tiny guy was nursing. Sam gave a brief mumble of contentment before he fully drifted into sleep again.
Jacob’s surprised squirming was practically nonexistent thanks to exhaustion. If he were at his full strength, sober, and not still shaking from residual fear, Jacob may have been able to squirm away. As it was, warmth that was all too hard to retain at his size was a welcome feeling. He settled with a weary sigh, knowing this was a battle he simply didn’t have the energy to fight. Sam’s heartbeat thumped steadily right behind his head, with Jacob nestled right next to his chest. It was a backdrop to him drifting off again, slipping back into a deep sleep aided by the copious amounts of alcohol still in his system.
The room settled into an uneasy silence as they rested, Dean on one side of the room against the wall, everyone else asleep under a green canopy of Bowman’s wing, blocking out sight of the enormous world around them.
Keeping them safe.
Artwork by @mogadeer!
“Sam, I…” Dean’s tone said that he wanted to explain, to beg for forgiveness, to apologize…
Sam cut him off. “Dean. I need you to do exactly what I say. I know you want to help, and this is what you can do. Put us on the nightstand. Get us a bottlecap of water and a sliver of ice, and a damp washcloth. Then I need you to stay away.”
His eyes met the panicked green ones above. The guilt welled up in Dean at the blatant verbal slap from Sam. He’s right though, Dean’s thoughts whispered insidiously. You’re no use to them. You’ll only get in the way. You’re their biggest danger.
You always will be.
Artwork by @mogadeer!
Brothers Apart 