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[caycanteven]

he sits

[willyoubemycherryy]

“I’ll watch over you.” (C. Novak)

Summary: A harmless invitation turns out to be very enlightening…

Contains: Fluff, Dean being a little mean, pining, GOD the pining, sleeping, reader sleeps easy bc she isn’t traumatized, accidentally and hopelessly in love secretly, dreaming, kissing, reader wants to kiss a few people, Dean and his stupid bets, unsolved emotions with everyone’s favorite angel baby

A/N- this is just the beginning. Im obsessed with him and I will be a fiend about it.

There was something so serene about it. The stillness, the silence, how the body warms while you’re completely at peace. Soundly sleeping.

This was something he couldn’t do with Dean.

He didn’t like when the angel watched him during unconsciousness and he wasn’t particularly keen about upsetting boundaries so when either brother would tire, he’d go occupy himself elsewhere. It wasn’t until you came along where he found not all people minded. It was also where he found a strange warmness in his chest, fuzzy and new.

The leads to the creature you were all hunting had been successful though more research had to be done and that would take time but since it was late enough, you all returned to where you were staying and begun to settle in. Sam was set up in the kitchen with his laptop and Dean got ready for his “4 hours” on the couch while he stood in the middle of the room. As he kicked off his boots, laying down Dean rolled to face him, pointing a finger in warning.

“I better not wake up to you watching me. You remember our talk? S’ creepy.” He shudders at the memory of all the times he woke in a start to just that. Castiel sitting quietly in the darkness with his eyes on him.

The angel nods, holding back a small sigh. He truly didn’t think it was a concern. Humans sleep, angels watch them. He personally felt it also helped to keep you all safe- him watching and guarding your mind- especially in your unconscious subconscious. He prepares to go somewhere else when you stroll by, making his heart pause in that curious way it does around you as you pull his tie on your way towards the room.

“Hey, just so you know- I don’t mind you watching me while I sleep.” His eyes widen and Sam’s stopped typing, looking up at attention, he exchanges an amused look with Dean. Castiel struggles to find a response for a beat, eventually coming up with;

“You don’t?” And your eyes seem to sparkle as you spin on your heel, turning your head over your shoulder, shaking your head as you smile. At him.

“Not at all.”

He watches you nudge the door open with your foot at the end of the short hallway before turning to him again.

“You coming, angel baby?” The room feels a bit different now and not just because he can feel the brothers grinning for some reason. Angel baby was your special alternative name for him that came from a song that you favored. You favored the song and he favored the name because he favored you. This time he actually is quiet, simply nodding and you go into the room to prepare yourself for sleep and he stands motionless. Almost hypnotized. Quietly processing until Sam coughs into his fist, Dean chuckling.

“Well? That’s your cue, go get ‘em tiger.” He furrows his brows in confusion because he wasn’t getting anything. Regardless, he follows after you. The door closing behind him with a soft click.

Inside, the room is dark and quiet. Curtains closed with your form laying still on the bed before you turn your head in his direction and pat the space next to you.

“Sorry in advance, my dreams are a real party sometimes.” Your soft voice whispers and he follows the call, bed dipping as he sits beside you and like always, you turn your head to find his eyes- even in the darkness you seek his face. It’s honestly a habit. Since the day you met Cas, you’ve been drawn to him. The pretty blue eyed angel Dean managed to charm down from heaven and onto his shoulder.

“That’s fine. I’ll watch over your parties as well.” You bite your lip and sigh. It comes out more longingly than you’d prefer but he sounds so sincere- like watching you was serious business. Snuggling deeper into the covers, you let the natural exhaustion of the day wash over you and close your eyes, breath evening out as intense blue eyes silently but softly watch. A witness of your easy decent to sleep.

It’s quiet. So quiet but there’s something about the quiet that comes so serenely- it’s utterly beautiful. Your every inhale is like a prayer. There’s a clench in his chest; a fondness he’s beginning to associate with you. Your back rises and falls as he listens and keeps count of your heartbeat while you breathe, eyes softening at the slow tempo and the way your expression could only soften this much during sleep and sleep alone and you were sharing this vulnerability with him. The vulnerability of that part of your mind where it was beyond consciousness to conceal.

It means more than you know.

True to his word, he does watch your dreams; shielding the unpleasant ones from entering and observing the ones that stayed. Small scenes and scenarios that became more detailed and vivid the longer you slept. They were very random too. One would start and seemingly have a plot before an entirely new one would begin. He recognized some of the people in them and others were stranger. Most had you in various roles. A florist, an ice skater, you with your siblings when you were smaller- he smiles at that, seeing your young life through gentle unbiased bright eyes- or one where you were wearing matching black suits with Sam or hanging around Bobby’s. There’s even one where you dream of you and your life as an angel but the more dramatic version with huge wings and white eyes. His eyebrow raises as he watches one where you and Pamela kiss. Hes noticed you always seem somewhat stricken by her when she comes around but you’d always insist it was because she was “just really cool” not because you “have it in” for her and he trusts you but the subconscious was telling.

You shift, breathe catching lightly before evening out again and your lashes flutter against your cheeks where they’ve fallen closed. On impulse and before he can truly comprehend the why of it, he strokes a finger down your cheek, the skin soft and warm from sleep and he’s rendered breathless by how effortlessly you captivate. Him, especially. He’s seen beauty everywhere as everything came from god and thus was made in his image but you…from the arch of your eyelids to the slope of your neck- the kind of loveliness you were made in made a hopeless fool of him.

You, yourself were a very open person. Not going out of your way to hide things about yourself and encouraging others to do the same. So, it wasn’t a surprise that you welcomed his odd habits but to him it was. A nice surprise, however.

In your next series of dreams, he sees himself. And there’s you. He freezes at how much closer you two are in the scene, the intimacy displayed being so casual and easy. Holding hands then sitting so close that you’re almost in his lap and his hands are low on your back and you’re talking before this time- it’s you and him that kiss.

The warmth in his chest is hotter now, coming in with an edge and something else he can’t accurately place but it isn’t unpleasant. After that, the scene changes completely and he’s seeing a lot of himself through your eyes. He doesn’t realize his lips have turned up but he’d get back to that later. The current focus being-

You think of him. Often.

His eyes widen as the next dream comes softer but this time it’s you and you alone- praying. Your mouth moves but your voice is light and he’s able to make some of it out but what’s clear as rain is; “…Castiel..”

You not only thought of him- you pray to him. He’s sure it’s more than fondness he feels for you. The way you think of him; your eyes and fingers as pens as you memorize him in every alphabet in every language and memorized your memories until they multiplied…

He suddenly misses you.

Yes, you’re right there but you’re somewhere not present with him and he doesn’t want to wake you since it’s only been a few hours, time passing by as he watched over you.

Now he had to decide to continue to watch over you or wake you. It would wait, though. Humans needed their rest and your wellbeing meant too much to him to disturb it. Besides, he had much to think on himself while you slept.

Starting with you.

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Meanwhile outside with dumb and dumber:

“It’s awful quiet in there..”, Dean gruffs out in the quiet space to Sam after getting only 3 of his 4 hours who just hums, flicking his eyes over to his brother with a ‘duh’ look on his face.

“What did you expect? It’s Cas, Dean. She told him he could watch her sleep not watch her-“, he cuts himself off because he was not going there but the mischief in deans voice lets him know he has every intention of going there.

“Right but cmon look at her. She’s gorgeous-“,

“Dean-”, he warns but he doesn’t pay it any mind.

“And you know it too-”,

“Yeah but-”

“She could tempt the robes off a priest-”

“DEAN!” Sam exasperates and Dean throws a hand up in defense.

“I’m just saying a woman like that invites oblivious lover boy to watch her sleep…”

“And?”

“And it writes itself!” Sam scoffs, taking a sip of your vitamin water that you left on the table.

“You think they’re gonna get together or somethin’?” Dean lets out a sharp whistle, snapping before he points at him.

“Absolutely. In fact, let’s bet on it.”

“…alright. I’ll bite. How much?” Dean hums,

“200. A hundred for both.” Oh boy. Here they go again.

“You really are sure. So 200$ says they’ll get together-“

“Or kiss”, Dean cuts him off and he rolls his eyes.

“Right. Or kiss and if they don’t you gotta pay up?”

“Yup. If she and Cas or she and you don’t end up kissing eventually then you can make my pockets hurt.” Wait. Sam looks around in confusion, brows furrowing as he jerks his neck back.

“What- wait, why me??” Dean gives him a look that makes him feel like he missed something significantly obvious.

“Remember the black suit you wore when we went undercover 2 weeks ago? Should’ve seen the look in her eyes-”

“Alright alright,” Sam cuts him off, feeling the back of his neck warm as he fights a flush.

“Deal.”

Yeah. Here they go again.

[lologoinsolo]

Part 1, Part 2

Thinking about Soap’s days before going in that tunnel. Probably before he was sent off to join the mission he managed to find some downtime. He and Kyle were going around downtown without a care in the world. Soap was painfully unaware of the danger and end that was to come. Till you grabbed him by the arm.

“Sunshine!” Your eyes wild and confused, there’s a loud ringing in your ears that hasn’t stopped sounding off. “Sunshine can’t make it down tunnels.” Fingers gripping and trembling as he tries to pry you off but you hold to him. “Don’t— don’t go. The tunnel! Don’t go dow—!”

“Back off!” He shouts and he manages to shove you away. Your panting and chest heaving, you look downright crazed to him. “Are ye alright? Have ye lost yer head!” His mam would smack him for yelling at woman like that but he was just about to finish his drink when you grabbed him. It splashed all over his coat and now he’s cold and wet. Kyle, who was getting some chips from a vendor, turns around quickly to his friend shouting. He shoves a fiver to the vendor and starts walking to you.

“Listen to me!” You screech, your eyes bouncing back and forth as if scared of someone, “the tunnel. You can’t go down the tunnel. Don’t do it. Sunshine can’t make it down there.” You step towards him but he takes a step back. “Mack is— Mack will be there. Mark— the head, your head!” Your wording is short and jumbled. Static is pouring out your brain like a radio switching repeatedly to different stations. Nothing makes sense to him but it’s devastating to you.

“Ye need me to call someone,” he asks gently. His hands coming up like one would a spoke horse, gentling you and cornering you. You’re sweating bullets right now even in the cold. He’s seen looks like that from dying soldiers, something akin to fear. “Listen, if yer takin’ somethin’ it must be bad. Let me—“ him cornering you does no favors when you start looking for a way out. “Let me call someone for you, please.”

Something flashes behind your eyes when his hands touch your shoulders. Your scream shocks him and he pulls back from you. Your hands I turn reach up to grip your head tight. A sharp pounding throbs the left side of your skull. An echo of a gunshot resounds loudly to your ears only and you stumble backwards. He’s quick on his instinct to hold you up before you can fall. “Mack… Mack, he’ll— the head! Your head. Don’t. Tunnel! The tunnel!” Your words are a jumbled mess. Repeatedly saying Mack and sunshine like in a fucked up loop. Your body starts convulsing and jerking in his arms. “Make her off! Make her off!”

Soap had shouted for Kyle once you started seizing. Already the man was calling for an ambulance but you still kept mumbling the same words over and over again. “Sunshine. Tunnel. Mack. Head. Your head. Left. Left. Left. Pull away. Pull— Make her off!” The words loop even as you shake.

“It’s alright, lass, breathe.” Soap tried to get through to you, tried to calm you but it’s like nothing could break through to you once he laid you on your side. “You’re gonna be okay.”

The sirens of the ambulance drowned out his voice. You screamed and cried when the first responder had to tie you in. You flailed and yelled again and again. Kept trying to get out of the ambulance and warn the man about what’s going to happen. The fragments of a tunnel, of a man holding a gun, a man with a beard. It all splits and fractures in your mind's eye. And you fade when the first responder gives you a sedative. The last you see is worried blue eyes. The same blue eyes that have been haunting you for over a year.

[lurukifennecfox]

Danny was in Gotham because if he wanted to be an astronaut when he's officially out of the coffin, he needed schooling damn it. he also needed that for the "being the future king and ancient of space" thing so he's tired and drinking "death wish" coffee(he loves the name and it has the amount on caffeine that should hopefully work on his half dead ass)

he did not expect to get kidnapped by a frazzled secretary and forced to do ceo work but he rolled with it. if he's forced to do paperwork might as well do it well.

Tim is confused and would be sure he's hallucinating if not the fact that half his work for today was in fact done.

"so you're 'Tim' Tam mistook me for?"

to be fair to Tam they did look at least similar not identical but that with the exhaustion black slightly longer hair and blue eyes(the he had some green in them and they were surprisingly bright for someone looking half dead)

[vampyrtism]

(this was an excuse to draw the boots tbh. i like drawing shoes)

i made a speedpaint of this if anyone's interested in my process ! i think the thumbnail is funny. thats like the only reason why im actually sharing this video around

[diminuel]

I felt a sudden urge to steal a child and give her to Dragon and Crocodile.

There's at least one universe out there where Crocodile crosses paths with Robin pretty quickly after the Ohara Incident and takes her to Dragon. :3

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC The Invisible Bat

I've been listening to Alone Again by Weathers on repeat lately, so this post is inspired by it.

Rumor on the street says there is a new Bat in the flock. Yet, there is no proof - no one has seen them, no one has heard them, no one knows if that's true or not.

But, the thing is, every once in a while, a fight with one of the Bats is... harder than expected. A second hit, heavier than the first one, is delivered to the same place Batman's fist landed. Another bullet comes from a different direction than where Red Hood was standing. A cold edge of a blade is pressed to the neck just seconds before Robin's katana does the same.

Over the next few weeks, the rumor grows. Until, one day, someone calls it Invisible Bat, and the name sticks. The unnamed presence that follows the vigilantes gets its recognition.

Meanwhile, the Bats have no idea to who or what is following them. All they've been able to learn about it so far is that the Invisible Bat doesn't like the attention, registers as a vague cold spot in thermovision, and escapes without a trace every time they acknowledge it.

A month of fruitless attempts to either capture on camera or befriend the Invisible Bat later, Damian suddenly stops in his tracks in the middle of the Cave, like he's just seen a ghost. Then, he leaves to find Tim in a rush.

Two days after that, Nightwing finally catches their new team member on film. The old camera he borrowed from Tim on Damian’s insistence shows a picture of a boy with white hair, wearing what looks like a hoodie and jeans, with eyes bright and green, like Lazarus Waters.

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Is this Al Ghul Twins? Is this 'Danny escaped GIW and now helps the local vigilantes'? Is this some sort of amnesia prompt, where Danny only remembers his Protection Obsession? Is this de-aged prompt? Who knows.

I only wanted the irony of Gothamites calling Danny the 'Invisible Bat' while his first alias was 'Inviso-Bill'.

[daughterofhecata]

OLAF-

(source)

[capripatch]

Someone get this guy in a sports anime, jesus… based on the tweet below ^_^

[akiiame-blog]

I recently got an ask about Sonic and Clementine's relationship, and I will draw more stuff for it, but I think this needs to be its own thing because I actually rly like how this turned out aosjsksbd

[jaspercasperthecatghost]

james winks a regulus on the quidditch pitch, regulus winks back (to james' surprise) and james falls off his broom. (commentator remus is watching this unfold and sighs "really, prongs?")

[aresonist]

tnmn au

[mutenisnotcool]

[madaims]

Okay, not that I mind, but why is David Tennant trending???

It’s this again isn’t it? ⬇️

Should I be worried or no?

[have-you-been-here]

the dark