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twas-a-stormy-february-day · 2 years

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Spn 15.01 Rewrite

The bunker. Erik was laying on the bed in his room, his heart not beating. Not yet.

Chuck appeared next to him, laying his hand on Erik´s forehead. There was a flash of light and Erik opened his eyes. He flinched back, when he saw the one who had murdered him.

“Don´t worry. I fixed everything.” Chuck turned away. “But you may want to start preparing for the apocalypse.”

“Wait!” But Chuck was already gone.

Erik got up, wandering through the bunker. From the war room he heard voices.

“This is going to be awkward.”, he muttered before entering the room.

Carter seemed to be talking over comms, he was very anxious. “Are you safe?!”

Alari was sitting next to him. She was silently crying and shaking her head.

“Alari. Carter.” Erik tried to get their attention.

Alari turned, jumping when she saw him. Carter saw her reaction and whirled around.

“Erik is back.” He said over comms, feeling very relieved.

Alari hurried towards Erik, throwing her arms around him. “You are back.”

He returned the hug, before letting her go.

“What´s going on?”, he wanted to know.

“We don´t really know yet. Chuck did something and now a new type of ghosts seems to have risen.”

“Chuck brought me back. He said that everything is fixed, but we should prepare for the apocalypse.”

“That does not sound like everything is fixed.”

“But why is he doing that, I thought he was supposed to be good?” Alari asked.

There was a moment of silence, before Carter said: “We have more urgent problems now.”

At the cemetery, the hunters had made it to the crypt, locking themselves in.

“These were no ordinary ghosts.” Cas said, when they gathered in the middle of the room.

“He wanted to bring back the angels. Maybe the demons got out as well.” Jack told them.

“But these were no demons.” Dean argued.

“They were like ghosts with hell signatures.” Cas tried to explain.

“So we burn their bones?” Eileen asked.

“How? There are too many.” Dean looked around for any weak spots in their sanctuary. For the moment they seemed to be safe.

“Are you safe?” Carter asked over comms.

“We are in a crypt. I hope it will hold.” Kendra answered.

“Erik is back.” Kendra repeated Carter´s news, since not all of them had comms.

They all were relieved and felt a sliver of hope return.

“We are coming to get you.“ Erik promised.

“Be careful.”

Alari parked the car at a distance. Erik and Carter flew to the crypt while she waited. With the iron bars they had brought, and Erik´s ability, it didn´t take long to dispose of the imminent threat of the ghost zombies.

The seven of them made their way to the impala. From there, they drove to the next town, catching up about what was going on with other hunters.

In Harlan the consequences of the ghost apocalypse were not yet apparent to the public. Some strange appearances had been reported to the police, but nothing had caused a mass panic. Yet.

They parked the cars and assembled in a nearby café.

“I just talked to Rowena.”, Carter told them. “She gave us instructions for a spell to lock the ghosts in, but we will have to evacuate the town.”

“That will have to do for now.”

Cas grimaced. “There is a disturbance on angel radio.”

“It´s so loud.” Jack said.

“Almost like millennia ago. Before our numbers were greatly diminished.”

“Do you think Chuck´s plan worked?” Jack asked.

For a moment they were silent.

“The epicenter of the ghost apocalypse is here. But there are sightings all over the world.” Carter said, looking up from his tablet.

“Then just building a barrier around town isn´t enough. Is there a way to draw all the ghosts here?” Kendra said.

“Yes, there is.”, came a voice from next to the table.

“Billie.” Dean said.

The new death stepped closer. “These ghosts. This isn´t right.”

“We know they are no ordinary ghosts.” Eileen said.

“But do you know what they are?”

“They are demonic of some sort.” Cas attempted.

“They were demons.” Billie clarified. “Before Chuck went too far. He was never allowed to do this. And the fact he could…” Her eyes bore into Jack. “… It just isn´t right.”

“He said he wanted to bring the angels back, to save the world.”

“He brought back way more than just the angels.”

“So you are saying… all these ghosts are from hell? That´s just great.” Dean said.

“There are no demons right now. All ghosts, along with the ordinary ghosts.” She turned away and said over her shoulder. “You do the ritual. I will make sure, they get here in time for the show.”

Cas and Erik walked along the streets, trying to see if anyone was left behind. Kendra and Eileen searched another part of the town, while Dean and Jack completed the ritual. Carter and Alari were headed to the school, along with the town´s people.

“Did you hear that?” Cas asked and hurried in the direction of the noise.

There was a dog barking inside a house.

Erik opened the door. The dog was standing in the hallway, he barked again and ran to another room.

“There must be someone inside.” Erik said and followed.

That someone turned out to be a budgie, inside a cage.

“I agree with the dog. No one should be left behind.” Cas said.

Erik carefully lifted the cage with his metallokinesis, which got him a weird look from the dog.

“Don´t worry. He is a mutant, and I am an angel.” Cas calmed the dog, which got him a weird look from Erik.

With the dog and the flying cage they left the house.

“I think we should tell them.”

Carter looked up from his tablet. “Tell them about what?”, he asked Alari.

“The ghosts. The apocalypse.” She looked at her phone. “Like… maybe we could do a tutorial or something.”

“So that they can protect themselves? I agree with you, just… should we tell them about the apocalypse? I mean that could cause a mass panic, don´t you think?”

“Right, so maybe not that. But they should know… like, the basics.”

“Okay. Let´s do it.” Carter sent a message letting the other hunters know about their plan.

“Look.” Eileen pointed at a house. “Someone is in there.”

“Could it have been a ghost?” Kendra asked.

“I´m not sure. We should check it out.”

The air in the garage was cold. They looked around. “Is anyone here?”

“Hello? Up here!”

Kendra nudged Eileen and pointed up. Two girls were hiding there.

With the help of the hunters, they climbed down. One was a teenager, the other one younger.

“There is a strange man in the house.” The older girl told them, her voice shaking.

“Did you see Rachel?” the younger girl asked.

“I told you, she is already outside.” The older one seemed on the verge of tears.

Kendra and Eileen exchanged a look.

Kendra kneeled in front of the younger girl. “What is your name?”

“Lizzie.”

“Do you want me to show you something?”

Lizzie nodded and Kendra unfolded her wings.

Eileen spoke with the teenage girl, leading her a little bit away.

“This is Kendra and I am Eileen. We can protect you, we are hunters. What is your name?”

“I am Felicia. Rachel is Lizzie´s sister. Or… she was.” She spoke quietly, barely holding back her tears. “She is…”

“I am sorry. But we are going to bring you to your parents, it will be okay. There is hope.” Eileen raised her hands to her head, palms facing each other, then bent the fingers forward. The sign for hope.

“Let´s get out of here.” Kendra said.

“So… I didn´t kill Erik.”, Jack said slowly. “But I´m still to blame. Because Chuck did it to get to me. And it worked. I am sorry.” He looked at Dean, looking for his affirmation.

“It´s not your fault.” Dean said without looking at him. They were on their way to the hospital hoping for a way to get a heart, which they needed for the spell.

“What happens now? The apocalypse, I just wanted to help. Chuck said this would make everything better.” He looked around the empty streets. “But this doesn´t look better.”

“Look.” Dean said, coming to a halt and finally looking at Jack. “To tell you the truth, everyone of us has some kind of history with fucking things up. Hunters. Legends. Angels. Hell, even Chuck himself. Especially him. Screw him. He was gone too long and now he is back… just to screw things up even worse. If you want to blame someone, blame him.”

“You are right. Thanks.” Jack said, feeling a little better.

They continued walking, until there was a scream and they started running.

“Shouldn´t everyone be evacuated by now?”

It was the sheriff, who was laying on the ground. Next to him was a woman.

She smiled strangely at them. She wanted to say something, but Dean shot her before she could.

As she vanished, they ran to the sheriff.

“He is dead.” Jack said.

They were silent for a time, before Jack spoke again: “Rowena said… we need a fresh heart, didn´t she?”

Dean looked away for a moment, conflicted, before he nodded. “You or me?”

“Let me. I think my powers are returning.”

Dean put the salt on the street, as Jack reached into the sheriff´s chest.

He checked his phone. “Erik and Cas are already out of town. Eileen and Kendra just need a minute.”

Jack put the heart on the salt. “Should I start?” “We should wait for Billie.”

“I´m ready when you are.” The former reaper said, having just appeared.

Dean looked at his phone again. “You can start. They are safe.”

Billie closed her eyes and flashes of light came from every direction. “Do the ritual, nephilim.”

Jack started incanting the words and a red light passed through them.

As the screeching sound of the ghosts arose, Billie touched their shoulders and they were at the school.

“Be warned.” Billie said, as she let go of them. “I couldn´t get every ghost in, as I said they are different. I trust you hunters will handle this.”

Dean and Jack both nodded solemnly and she vanished.

The hunters met at their cars.

“It´s far from over yet.” Carter said. “But we taught a few of them some tricks.”

“I was wondering, if we should reach out to Chuck. He owns us an explanation.” Cas said.

“What about angel radio?”, Erik asked.

“Still in disarray.”

“We will see about that, but for now I think we did what we could.”, Carter said.

“You are right. We should go now.” Erik said, closing the trunk of the impala. “We got work to do.” He remembered all these years ago, when Dean had recruited him back from Xavier´s College for the Gifted.

Some of the town´s people waved at the hunters as they drove off. Eileen met Felicia´s eyes. The girl was standing with her parents. She waved and then repeated Eileen´s sign from before – the sign for hope.

Note: I haven´t learnt ASL yet, but I hope to do so in the future. So if I make a mistake just let me know.

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sandmancentral · 2 years

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Your waking world is shaped by dreams.

THE SANDMAN (2022-)

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navybrat817 · 27 days

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Choose Your Husband

The Author

The Artist

The Mobster

The Thief

The Athlete

The Beneficiary

The CEO

The Investor

The Designer

The Gambler

The Enforcer

The Techie

You can't go wrong. 😏

#navybrat thots #silly boys with silly toys au #choose your husband #bucky barnes #steve rogers #nick fowler #ari levinson #hal carter #curtis everett #scott huffman #andy barber #jefferson #ransom drysdale #raymond smith #jake jensen

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speedforce-zoomies · 16 days

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So I love the posts about the Justice League not knowing/randomly learning about Batman’s kids in JL meetings

However, I think it’s funniest if there’s like a series of secret PTA meetings where all the heroes with sidekicks are in the know (plus a few select others) and no one else

Superman makes an off comment about school lunches because Barry’s been concerned about Wally’s metabolism and Hawkman is like ???

Hal knows about Wally but doesn’t realize the conversation is about his honorary nephew and wonders if Clark’s writing an article about school lunches

Oliver laments about bullies and the “right way” to handle them and Booster Gold tries to resonate with him thinking Oliver’s dealing with bullies

AND there’s definitely alliances and rivalries

Bruce and Barry are in an alliance and have been since the beginning (they admire each other) & they have a rivalry against Oliver (Barry and Oliver canonically don’t like each other despite sharing a BFF) so Dinah has to be in an alliance with Oliver against them on principle and poor Hal’s caught in the middle like a deer in headlights

Superman and Wonder Woman try to be more neutral, but when they can’t be they tend to side with Bruce and Barry

Arthur and Augustus (Icon) also try not to get involved but are more likely to agree with Oliver if they do

As each generation grows and grows up more and more people get in on the secret, by the time it’s the Young Justice era a lot of random heroes are dragged into the whole shebang essentially acting as the T part of the TPA meetings (poor Red Tornado- whatever they were paying you it wasn’t enough lol)

And the older generations of sidekicks act like TAs, updating the new generations parents or “parents” about their own or their newest wild child’s of the superheroing world

But still, even as it expands - there’s always more heroes wondering what the heck is going on with these other heroes-

Why are they still talking about their old high schools and teenage parties and bullies, etc, etc? Like don’t they have anything better to do then talk about stuff that happened at least two decades ago?

(+ If I remember correctly, Bruce canonically takes PTA meetings pretty seriously in one of the Robin runs (as well as in the WFA webcomics) so that makes it even funnier to me)

Idk, just me?

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leyaskwlkr · 2 months

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Did I just watch a broadway theatre Play, that was filmed by someone from the middle row on Youtube just to see more of this eye candy ? Uhhh yes of course!!!!

if you want to sweeten roughly 2h of your life picnic is a must watch.

youtube

#sebastian stan #broadway #seb stan #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#picnic #hal carter #Youtube

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ftl-faster-than-life · 6 months

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How is he simultaneously so pathetic and serving up so much wicked shade.

#eobard thawne #the reverse flash #reverse flash #hal jordan #green lantern #booster gold #michael jon carter #clark kent #kal el #superman #rip hunter

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sgt-seabass · 1 year

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How would Nick react in clockwork au if puppy was blearily saying James’ name in her sleep?

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✧˚ · . Nick wants all of you. And he will do whatever it takes to claim your soul.

pairing — mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader w/c — 1.9k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. AU masterlist. listening to — ♫sleepless warnings —general dark elements (dark AU), a/b/o dynamics, manipulation. a/n — thank you for the ask and interest in the AU! i hope you enjoy. jessica chastain is not a representative of the readers looks i just wanted a gif of nick kissing a forehead lol. not beta read, we die like men.

The first time Nick heard it, he thought it was ghosts whispering that damned name in his ear.

The second time Nick heard it, he realised it was a scarier reality than phantoms.

You were calling for James in your sleep again, an occurrence that happened regularly.

Even after all the work Nick had put into making you his, there was still that subconscious part of you that held onto the past. Even though you smiled at him in your waking hours, someone else had a space in your heart.

It wasn’t like it was unexpected. Nick knew he would be crazy to assume you would have no residual feelings for your lost life. But it still hurt. His omega, calling for someone else.

He wondered what you dreamt. Did you dream of James in a world where he survived? Or were they memories of the past? Did he treat you well? Were you happy?

There was a quirk in your lips, a slight sway of your hips. Were you dancing with him?

Nick considered calling Steve. Doctor Kemp always seemed to have a way of making omegas comply, plus he was one of his greatest allies. But Nick knew that the heavy-handed approach wouldn’t be appropriate here. While Steve’s suggestion of having other alphas use you worked to break you down beautifully, accessing a soul was a task that required a delicate touch.

Slipping from the bed, Nick left you in your peaceful slumber, dreaming of the man you would never have. In nothing more than black sweatpants and a navy sweater, he sat in his chilly office.

For a while, he just kept the lights off and pondered.

If his younger self could see him now, he wondered what he’d think. This was certainly not the life Nick had intended to lead.

But the world was cruel, and so he became crueller. To escape hardship, he became the creator of it. A devil walking the earth.

Around you, though, he wanted to be good to you. He would never forget when he heard you laugh for the first time. Nick had accidentally tickled your sides while brushing past you, and the sound that came from you was glorious.

Nick sighed, pouring himself a scotch from the decanter. He’d burn the world, but keep you safe always.

After he’d finished his glass, the familiar burn of liquor pooling in his belly, Nick turned to the only other person he trusted the opinion of.

Hal Carter. The alpha worked on Ari’s ranch. While Ari bred omegas using alpha studs, Hal trained them and kept them calm. He was gentle. Those girls were taken well cared of, which was to be expected when they needed to produce pups.

It was an art how Hal could smile and exude calming energy to those around him. His words were always smooth like silk, rolling off his tongue so naturally you can’t help but listen. It helped the omegas stay calm, and they all trusted him. He was still one of the bad guys; all the alphas in his circle were. But he was the best of the bad. Scott Huffman, the one who would take Ari’s bred pups in and raise them on his ranch, he was a close second.

Within thirty minutes of texting him, Hal turned up on the mansion’s doorstep. The sun was barely rising, only subtle hues of gold beginning to grow.

“Thanks for coming so early,” Nick ushered Hal inside, bringing him to the office while the rest of the home remained in a dream state.

“I normally get up by dawn to go hunting anyway, s’no trouble.” Nonchalant as ever, Hal sat himself down in one of the office armchairs in his green plaid shirt and blue jeans.

Nick poured himself another scotch, plopping two ice cubes into the crystal glass. “Want a drink?”

Hal raised a brow, scoffing. “Unless it’s orange juice, no. I ‘ain’t drinking.”

“I can do that,” Nick said, disappearing from the room and returning with a tall glass of juice, a slight shudder of nervousness in his hand when he gave it to Hal.

There was a rawness in the air, as if Nick wasn’t playing a game. He was putting his whole deck of cards on the table for Hal to see. It was hard to trust, but Nick didn’t have anywhere else to turn.

Nick sat in the armchair opposite Hal, swirling the liquid in his glass, and Hal quirked his head. “Look, as much as I love catching up with you, why did you ask me here so urgently? Is something wrong?”

Nick went through the long explanation of your past, how you came into his care, and how you were acting now. Hal listened attentively, face staying blank as the horrors were laid bare. After explaining, Nick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I want her to dream of me. Dream of her alpha.”

“So, what you’re telling me is you’ve killed her alpha, kidnapped her, had her gang fucked, chased her, and choked her until she passed out, yet you expect her to dream of you?”

There was a beat of silence before Hal spoke again. “Do you really act like her alpha? She’s not a toy, Nick. And she’s not just a pet. You have to be gentle.”

“I don’t know how to be gentle,” Nick sneered, crossing his arms defensively.

“Bullshit. Every alpha has a gentle instinct deep down. Be the alpha your sister and mother would have wanted you to become.”

Nick growled and stood, throwing the glass at the wall behind Hal’s head, the crystal shattering into a million shards across the dark hardwoods. It was ballsy bringing up his family. The other alpha flinched slightly, but he wasn’t afraid.

Nick puffed his chest, gritting his teeth so hard they were ready to shatter. “That’s a cruel thing to say. You’re pushing it, Hal.”

“It is cruel. But it’s what ‘ya needed to hear. The world is fucked, but her world doesn’t have to be. You’re the one bringing that upon her. You want her to dream of you? Give her memories good enough to dream about. You’ve broken her down, and done the harsh things you needed to. Now you need to build her back up. Without that affection, she will just continue to crumble time and time again. Don't you want to see her smile?”

“More than anything,” Nick grumbled, sitting back in his chair with a hardened expression. He wanted to feel your happiness through the bond. It was like a drug.

Hal drank the last of his juice, setting the glass down gently on the side table. “Then, there you go. Just work to make her smile for you more. Life is good with a happy omega, Nick.”

“She hates what I do, though. And I can’t - and won’t - change that.”

“Then make her existence with you good enough to outweigh that.” Hal proposed the idea like it was easy. Just treat you right, and it would all fall into place.

But was it really that easy?

The chase had changed you. You were more receptive to Nick and seemed more content overall. But he could still see the flickers of fear that lay dormant, ready to wake at any time. And James— Well. Your subconscious hadn’t let him go yet.

Perhaps Hal was right. Maybe you were broken enough that you’d adapt to this life with some positive reinforcement.

After Hal had left, Nick ordered the staff to make you breakfast before he wandered back up to the bedroom, the morning sun beginning to peek past the blinds. Nick took his jumper off, wanting to feel your skin on his.

You shifted a little in your sleep when the bed dipped from Nick’s weight, his arms looping around you and pulling your naked form close. “...Alpha…?” You asked blearily. It wasn’t often you got morning cuddles like this. Normally, Nick was already working by the time you rose.

“Morning, omega,” Nick kissed your forehead, spooning you so his warm, firm chest was flush with your back. “Nice dreams?”

You stiffened for a moment before nodding, curling into his hold comfortably. “Yeah.”

“Good. I need you full of energy today,” Nick said as he kissed your neck gingerly, a soft contrast to his tight hold on you.

Nick ran his hand up and down your side, fingers running over the bruises he’d left on your skin the day prior when he fucked you rough over his desk.

“Are we playing hunt the whelp?” Your voice wavered nervously. So meek, so small. Nick nearly growled at the thought of hunting you, but he held it back.

Nick cleared his throat, shifting a little, so his hard-on wasn’t too obvious against your ass. He was trying to focus, all his energy going into being nice. But Nick could tell you knew he was turned on, your own arousal signalling through the bond. “No, no. We’re going shopping.”

You perked up at that, turning to look at Nick. Your curious shining eyes had his heart skipping a beat. “Shopping? Like, going outside?”

“Yes. We’re going into town. I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

The excitement that flooded the bond was overwhelming. Nick had never felt anything like it. You were happy. But there was some anxiety there too. “Won’t people recognise you? What if something goes wrong?” You asked with a growing frown.

Nick shhed you, gently running his finger over your frown and pushing your lips up at the edge so you were smiling. “You’re the safest omega in the world. Plus, Beck and Mace will be there too.”

Your expression turned into a genuine smile. And Nick smiled back.

“Sit up. I need to check your head.” Nick turned to the bedside, getting together his dabbing alcohol and bandages. You always seemed to end up with some injury after Nick had a bad day. It wasn’t overly intentional, but his anger often turned into dark arousal that left you sore and battered but pleasured too.

You’d banged your head on the desk yesterday when Nick shoved you down and caught your forehead on one of his fountain pens. It left a cut, but Beck dismissed it as minor, needing to be covered with a plaster.

Nick pulled away the bandage with you sitting cross-legged in front of him. He hummed, content at the sight of the healing cut. “Looks good, pup. My good girl, healing so well.”

Nick could feel the heat radiating from your skin as he gently cleaned the cut before placing a fresh bandage on the wound.

“Ah, just in time.” Nick put his things away as your breakfast was brought in. Pancakes with maple syrup and strawberries.

You seemed like a fish out of water, and Nick understood that. He was flipping his demeanour for you. This was new for him, but not entirely unwelcome, especially when he felt your ease through the bond.

Nick sat with you, cutting up the pancakes and feeding you small bites. Every so often, you would meet his gaze, a little twinkle in your eye that wasn’t there before.

It wouldn’t always be like this, and Nick knew he had a long way to go in putting your pieces back together.

But it was a task he knew he would never fail.

He would have all of you.

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#ambswrites #ambs answers #cherished anons #clockwork au #nick fowler x you #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler #sebastian stan #sebastian stan character #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #Hal Carter #dark fic #nick fowler fanfiction #sebastian stan fanfiction

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spyclown · 3 months

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hal jordan

hal jordna (and a little bit of erm.. flash, blue beetle and goosrerbold)

#dc comics #dc ouiverse #hal jordan #green lantern #flash dc #barry allen #booster gold #blue beetle #boostle #ted kord #michael jon carter #michael carter

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jetslay · 2 years

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DC Super-Heroes by Paolo Rivera.

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zzoomacroom · 6 months

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More memes? More memes.

The Sandman + Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt quotes (part 1)

Part 2 here:

#the sandman #the sandman edit #the sandman memes #sandman memes #unbreakable kimmy schmidt #dream of the endless #morpheus #the corinthian #unity kincaid #johanna constantine #hob gadling #rose walker #jed walker #lucifer morningstar #hal carter

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dc-comics-lover · 24 days

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More random hcs please, they are amazing

Thank you !! There you go ✨ (part 1)

More random things I like to hc :

- When she's training, Diana listens to binaural beats claiming that it gives her the opportunity to train and meditate simultaneously. "It's an incredible time saving.", she'd say. Bruce would roll his eyes.

- Oliver and Hal would beg Batman to install a confessional in the Watchtower, like in reality shows. Because he obviously refuses, they'd stand in front of any security camera and use them as one, rambling on and on about the other members.

- Dick is a total extrovert. When he has some time to recharge in between day work and night vigilantism, he lets off steam in nightclubs. He took Tim (who-recharges-when-alone™) once : he hated it.

- Most of the time Dinah would show up at meetings with sunglasses to look "mysteriously cool". Actually, she can't sleep at night.

- Booster would definitely refer to himself in the third person.

- Clark being Bruce's personal masseur is one of their rituals. Whenever his super senses notice a specific tenseness in Batman's body, Clark would end up joining him in the batcave and giving him a massage session. Bruce would just accept it without a word.

- When he's not the one leading the meeting, Batman is usually snacking on a bag of nuts.

- Alfred has a workshop in the manor where he makes pottery. He makes bat-shaped objects that everyone in the Batfam loves. He made mugs, plates, jars, etc.

- Booster would use Skeets as a soundboard to accompany his every actions and illustrate his jokes. Shayera lost her temper once and broke Skeets in half. No worries, Victor helped repair him, although it was still a traumatizing experience for Booster.

- Hal has a collection of Top Gun goodies. At some point, Bruce brought him the original G-1 jacket from Tom Cruise for his birthday.

- Batman is absolutely excellent at everything he puts his mind to, except the absolute purge that is the game Sekiro. It started when Tim was raging while playing the game. Bruce passed behind him and let out a fatherly "You should learn how to control your emotions better, Tim.". Cue Tim challenging him to play. Then, there remained Batman cursing at a screen, desperately replaying a boss fight for the nth time.

- Booster and Ted have this promise that if neither one of them gets married at a certain age, they'd marry each other. Although, Ted is still looking for love, Booster is satisfied with the idea he'd end up marrying Ted.

- Oliver's neck is very often covered in hickeys.

- Constantine and Alfred are actually good buddies. They facetime a lot when Alfred is busy in the kitchen and John has some free time. That's how John knows so much about Bruce.

- The batfam plays a game where they make up elaborate life stories for strangers they encounter in public. Using their detective skills, they later discover the real stories and the winner is the one whose made-up backstory comes closest to the truth.

- Sometimes, Victor and Clark play football together. They both loved it in the past and they both lost the opportunity to commit and progress in the field. It's just the two of them, but it still helps heal their inner teen.

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