#eclipse brain worm

[maudiemoods]

Seriously in love with them it's a disease and I don't wanna be cured !!

#they live in my brain!! #eclipse brain worm #i wish i could draw robot gore more detailed but i dont really have rhe patience ejjejakdjjs #i really love them did i say that already? #eclipse's candy just explodes people #i wanna pamper them and give them every and kill for them #fnaf security breach #doodles #maudiemoods art tag #fnaf eclipse #eclipse sb #maudiemoods fnaf fanart #sundrop #moondrop #alright night night town byee #sb ruin #security breach ruin #security breach ruin spoilers

[naffeclipse]

Just realizing that the fact that there exists an “Angel Eyes” Eclipse implies the existence of either a more foreboding or comically innocent version of him called “Devil Eyes”

oh, Lumi, you just unleashed something devasting

As entertaining as a detective Eclipse would be, innocent and way in over his head when it comes to dealing with a mob boss Y/N who just so happens to find him devilishly handsome and too clever for his own good, I'm thinking of something worse than a mob boss.

As a young rookie cop, you are attempting to put out so many fires in the city. The crime rate is abysmal. The politicians are running on fumes and bribes. The police force is barely hanging on through constant corruption. Animatronics are still considered inhuman, unalive, objects to be owned and used, and disposed of. You're hoping that the laws declaring animatronic rights will pass soon.

Murders happen every single day in a city racked with gangs, crime lords, and thieves. You and a few other officers are tasked with dealing with a particular crime scene. It's not unusual for a politician to get assassinated, but there's something particularly brutal about the killing that sits in your stomach wrong—there was blood everywhere.

Then another important person gets knocked off, the carnage grisly and crimson, then another, and another. You can't shake how savage the murders are.

High-ranking officials start having you and other cops stand as bodyguards, taking them where they need to go, standing outside their meeting doors and on the street of their homes at night.

The killings keep happening. You learn of police officers who were standing watch were gutted, too. Slained just as well as the intended target.

You do your job, but you don't like it. You became a cop to help the city. This wasn't what you had in mind, much less babysitting powerful and possibly corrupted individuals that you despise.

That's how you confront him.

Late one evening, sitting in a squad car with a fellow policeman, you two keep each other awake with small talk until you hear the faintest scream. You both take off, and you take the back of the house. When you enter the gauche kitchen, there's a cook animatronic knocked to the ground. You stop to speak to the poor robot, her optics fuzzy until you offer a helping hand and get her back onto her wheels.

Before you can send her somewhere safe, a cold shudder rolls down your spine, as if someone were walking on your grave. You whirl around to find a towering figure at the far end of the room, dark and threatening. Black optics with pinpricks of electric yellow peer at you in judgment. The devilish eyes startle your soul.

You yell out commands to stop but the animatronic—you realize—doesn't head and disappears deeper into the house.

You give chase. You hear a gunshot upstairs and a shout from your partner. When you reach the second landing, you lift your gun to take aim, but a large fist clamp around your own. You fire once, hitting nothing. You're thrown against the wall, dangling by the wrists under the looming killer. Sharp rays, burgundy and royal blue, circle his face plate, splattered in bright blood.

It's too late. It's too late for the politician, it's too late for your partner, and it's too late for you.

He takes your gun and drops it far away. His staggering height gives no hope that you can fight him off, and already, he has you pinned. You simply hope that it will be quick, painless, but your heart sinks when he lifts a hand to your throat. His optics glint. You close your eyes.

A cold, slick finger tilts your chin up. He commands you to look at him, and you aversely obey. The optics scan your face. You wonder if he takes a sick pleasure from causing harm. You loathe that he most likely finds fear in your eyes but you are determined to not make a sound.

"Officer," he says in a cold, dark voice that spears your heart. He studies the badge on your chest, reading your last name etched in brass. You clench your fists, still suspended by his one large hand.

"Who are you?" you demand.

He doesn't answer. He cocks his head with a flash of sharp teeth in a metallic grin. When he drops you, you nearly crumple to the ground. You're aware of the blood underneath your chin where he had touched you. When you try to reach for your handcuffs, he's already down the stairs and out the door, fleeing the murders. Trembling, you fumble for your gun, but you find the clip gone.

The killer animatronic left you alive.

#ahhhh lumi! you make me go feral!!! #brain worms are worming #devil eyes #<<< au title hehe #listen this is dark and grisly and gonna involve psychological horror as eclipse stalks you lovely little cop you #he makes it knows that he knows where you live #you later find the clip of your gun on your table as if you set it there that morning but no that's not right #you keep chasing him #he keeps finding you at night #you're certain he's gonna kill you one day but he keeps busy with targets--specifically ones that oppose the animatronic rights #and you slowly start piecing together the puzzle that is eclipse #okay rant over thanks for reading my word vomit #officer!y/n #killer!eclipse

[bloo-the-dragon]

So i was inspired by a whacky dream the other night and decided to add an alternate version of ‘Servant Sun’ from the shows episode where evil Eclipse won to my lil SAMS au!

So this variant of ‘Sun’ is a anthro sunflower called Sol who was owned by some bad people who would harvest his body parts to sell on black markets for medical uses (this is why he’s missing the petals on one side of his head in a couple of the scenes. Being a plant, he is able to regrow them though hence the scars)

He escapes one day but has a bounty robot sent after him to bring him back, and he soon runs into Eclipse in an alleyway (he was there for other business reasons) who he begs for help from.

Eclipse recognising the familiar situation, would kill the bounty robot and take the traumatised flower home, where he would introduce him to Lunar and then give them a shower like one would a stray kitten because he’s a lil grubby lad.

(Quick side note: At this point in the AU, Eclipse and Lunar would have found a stable home to live in so they wouldn’t have to worry about travelling with the new addition to the family)

Also shoutout to @sinistershepherd @bitterkarmaa for part of the inspiration behind this sad lil sunflower with their own version of the servant sun they named Rays (who is an adorable sad lad and i adore him)

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant oc #(kinda??) #fnaf sams #sams au #sams eclipse #fnaf eclipse #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #fnaf lunar #sams lunar #sams sun #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf security breach #sun and moon show #Bloo's Art #This lad has given me brain worms #i ranted quite a bit to some discord moots about him and his lore ghfgk #and the reason why he's an anthro flower of all things? #Mainly because i thought it'd be fun and also because i didn't want to make another dca themed robot lmao

[darkxsoulzyx]

Hey guys so I’m finally caught up and—

Candyland AU ( @dcandyland ) belongs to @garbagechocolate

#fnaf fandom #fnaf daycare au #fnaf au #fnaf daycare oc #dca candyland au #candyland au #candyland eclipse #goofy ah #choco gave me brain worms /pos #this goofy little au is so cool guys go check it out #blows up pancakes with mind

[soulless-bleach]

Eclipse fanart because it’s the only thing I’ve drawn outside of art school assignments

#fnaf ruin #fnaf daycare attendant #fivenightsatfreddyssecuritybreach #five nights at freddy's #fivenightsatfreddysfanart #eclipse #fnaf eclipse #I have brain worms rippp #I have sketches for me bleach fanart because of the new episodes

[garttengroddo]

its been a while since I last updated my sketchbook work here! these are from a sketchbook I had on me and completed a week ago, (it was no. 10 I hit the double digits in tracking :--))

I was actually attempting to study but by I mean by doing any form of studying besides anatomy, gestures, and figures. I have been finding very cool pieces on pinterest and I got really addicted to using refs and studying. I was also trying to utilize actually using my watercolors and mixed media etc

but theres also my usual character doodles as a treat :)

also YEAH the last fuckin image is that MEME!!!!

#my art #sketchbook #I love magnus sm #he is my little worm... little brain worm that ruined my life #freak #nudity cw #parts of these were painted the night b4 the eclipse!! :3 #magnus has a brain that is beyond human comprehension

[quodekash]

I love you but 1) he just got there, and 2) if he leaves then he can’t have his Gay Little Moments and he needs his gay little moments

#and so do we #we need his gay little moments #they provide sustenance for our sad and hungry worms of the brain #without his gay little moments we would probably perish #quodekash rewatches the eclipse #the eclipse #the eclipse series #the eclipse the series #akkayan #ayanakk #firstkhao #khaofirst #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat

[movementsofmylife]

“My hands cupping their smooth warm face were very aware of the heat—like warming at a fire, like protecting a candle.”

Excerpt From Dead Collections Isaac Fellman

Think the meme expectations v. reality. Where this is expectations and Thua comparing Kan to a microwave is reality.

#that scene fucking killed me #the eclipse #dead collections #truly a good book even outside of my eclipse brain worms #queer trans vampire archivist #could not fuck up a premise that incredible #and he did not

[spacedace]

Had a dc x dp brain worm, feel free to use as a prompt <3

Sidenote, I decided to get fancy with the Ancients titles because of course I did lol

Shifting Where = Space (Danny)

Eternal When = Time (Clockwork)

Ever Onward = Speedforce (Ellie)

---

Bruce watched the footage again.

And again.

Again.

It didn’t make sense.

A week ago every television, radio, computer, phone - even the LED billboards - had been taken over to deliver a message. Across the United States. In every territory it held. Every military base. Down in the depths of the oceans where American submarines tried to creep past Atlantian patrols. In the endless cold white of Antarctica. Even far above in the International Space Station. Any place the United States Government had control over, any place one of its citizens found themselves. There was the message.

The face of an entity, human in shape but not in form. Hair as gleaming white as starlight, eyes bright as the twisting dance of the Aurora Borealis, skin as cold and blue as the tail of a comet. The entity wore armor as black as the depths of space with a crown to match, the later glinting and shifting with the twisting birth and death of galaxies. A cloak of nebulae danced down his shoulders, eclipsing the world beyond the entity entirely.

He named himself, jaw tight, expression serious.

High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms.

The Shifting Where. Son of the Eternal When. Father of the Ever Onward. His Epitaphs many and ever growing. The True Balance. The Bridge Between. The Devourer of Dark. The Last Child of Between. The Great One.

King of the Dead. King of the Infinite Worlds. King of so much more than Bruce had ever even known was possible.

King who had declared war. Who marshaled his endless armies. Who spoke of warnings, of efforts to reach a peace, of trying again and again and again to find a way to not plunge into violence and bloodshed. All things living come to call him King in time, he had no want or need to go out and hurry that along. But there were no options left to him now. He had tried for peace. He had been denied.

He would not see his people suffer any longer. Would not see those he’d sworn to lead and protect imprisoned by fools who had sworn themselves enemies to all the afterlives. Would no longer permit the vicious cruelty to continue.

The message was a final warning.

A final offer.

Three days, Phantom said. The United States government would have three days to release their prisoners, to begin the process of dismantling the laws that made death itself an illegal act.

If they refused, he would lead his endless armies personally in the war to come.

It had not been an idle threat.

Three days after the message, after Bruce and the rest of the Justice League scrambled to try and figure out just what it was it was all about, after Justice League Dark’s members shakily took turns explaining just how powerful the being that had gave that message was and how much danger the world was in should he and his armies march upon their world, war came.

Of all places, it began in a town in Illinois.

The sky shattered like broken glass above, Lazarus Green beyond, and the Dead poured out.

It started in Illinois.

It did not end there.

Bruce watched the footage of it all, eyes burning as he watched every second of CCTV footage, every shaky phone camera video, every news broadcast.

Most of them looked human enough. Changed in death, but recognizably human once. A pair of glowing teenagers on a motorcycle, a writhing shadow twisting about at their command sweeping chaos upon the battlefield. A young woman dressed to perform with hair a literal flame, burning bright blue and snapping furiously as she played devastation upon her enemies with her guitar. A child with corpse gray skin and luminescent green hair, flickering in and out of Bruce’s ability to see as if fighting against a law of existence to be visible, screaming orders to a skeleton crew from his place on deck of a 1700s ship that sailed through the sky, disappearing into clouds before raining down attacks from above.

There was more. Glowing skeletons dressed in the fashions of war spanning every culture going back millennia. Robots with weapons far beyond the technology they had even in the League. Creatures of myth and legend. Things of nightmares.

Leading them all, as he had promised, was Phantom.

He looked younger, smaller. Just a boy, really, a gangly teenager that hadn’t quite finished growing into himself. One holding power beyond anything Bruce could ever imagine, but still just a child as far as he could see, no older than Tim who’d just graduated high school. Frantic research found Phantom appearing as far back as human history, but those sightings had to have been after his death. Bruce can’t help but wonder how young the boy had been when he died, how much of that youth still clung to him through all these eons.

It wasn’t something he’d let him self consider normally, not with something like this.

A dangerous unknown appearing without warning and attacking with unimaginable power and seemingly endless forces. It was something that would normally eclipse everything else. Something that would make Bruce put aside the ache at seeing a face so young twisted in rage.

But.

He watched all the footage.

Civilians were put in the crossfire. Were shot at and endangered. Were left terrified and scrambling for safety in buildings that were rapidly being torn away by stray artillery.

But never by Phantom or his armies.

The dead, in fact, went very far out of their way to ensure civilians weren’t harmed. Sweeping people up out of the way of falling debris. Shielding them from attacks that would have most certainly killed a normal human. Some dead even helped evacuate, ushering a frightened and panicked populous to safety as gently as they were capable of. Some of the less human creatures - giant bear-like beings with horns and fangs and ice edging their burly frames - even rushed forward to offer medical aid.

When the sky shattered open and the armies of the dead swept in, they ignored the town below. They focused instead on what was discovered later to be the base of a secretive government agency. The dead’s fight focused on those individuals in sharp white suits, bearing weapons capable of actually injuring King Phantom’s people.

It was these agents that brought the fight to the streets to Amity Park. That fired recklessly and without thought or care to the casualties they could inflict. That didn’t seem to care if they killed a hundred civilians if it meant hurting just one of Phantom’s soldiers.

Bruce watched all the footage.

And again.

Again.

Phantom had declared war.

Phantom spoke in his message of being out of options, of attempting peace. Phantom gave three days time for the release of captives. Phantom lead armies who fought viciously but never once willingly harmed civilians.

Phantom declared war, but he didn’t want it.

“Amanda Waller has reached out.”

Bruce didn’t turn his attention from the screens before him, eyes burning as he followed Phantom as the King dove away from the middle of locked combat to shield a child from a pulse of green energy from something like a grenade another agent in white had carelessly thrown. The child was crying but unharmed. The left pauldron of Phantom’s armor cracked and shattered from a direct shot from the enemy he’d just been fighting that he’d turned his back on, a glowing green liquid uncomfortably like Lazarus Water dripped down from a smoldering wound.

Clark stepped up to stand beside him as he watched, face worn and tired. The League had missed the first battle, but they’d been quick to appear at the rest. Phantom and his army ignored them unless they put themselves purposefully in the way of the fight. They were, as Justice League Dark had warned, vastly out powered by the entities fighting. A hulking giant knight made of shadow riding a nightmarish steed had driven Clark six feet down into the dirt when he’d attempted to make his way to Phantom directly to try and talk to the king.

The depth Clark had ended up felt like a warning of what would happen if he tried to get close to the king again.

It probably was.

“She said they have intel for us.” A faint twitch of fingers, jaw clenching, voice flat in that way that told Bruce his old friend was fighting back anger with everything he had. “That she has options for how to deal with the insurgence.”

Bruce shut off the monitors.

He’d seen enough.

Now was time to get answers to just what, exactly, Amanda Waller and the US government had done to cause the Dead to rise and rage.

---

Part Two Part Three Part Four

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #bruce wayne #clark kent #danny fenton #amanda waller #ghost king danny #ghost zone goes to war #space core danny #ancient of space danny #i'm gonna make ancient of the speedforce Elle a thing if it kills me lol #it just fits so well #Bruce's dad senses are tingling #Fright Knight might have been able to bat Clark away but if Bruce gets within a 100ft of Danny it's game over #Bat-Adoption Papers deployed #BatFam up a new member (or three or six) #Amanda Waller is not going to be as persuasive as she thinks she's going to be when it comes to getting the JL onboard with her plans

[voidshrub]

OBJECTION!

YOUR HONOR I FORGOT TO POST, I CAN EXPLAIN YOUR HONOR

(Hello again)

Ace attorney/These Guys cause I HAD BRAIN WORMS

Based on a Scroll x Eve fic idea from friendy friend @solalunar-eclipse (HELLO SOL HIIIII)

There would have been a whole entire court case!! Written like Ace Attorney!!! We both had the same image of Everette doing the objection pose, and then I kept going and the rest all spawned in :3

The scene would have been way more serious but I couldn’t help it…. They’re so silly…..

Eve (green) belongs to @e40536 and Scroll, Cinna and Maca belong to @brightgoat !!

#I’m gonna be brave this time (HIDES) #deltarune #ace attorney #bush art #pink addison #green addison #yellow addison #blue addison #addisons #I’d play a crossover like this tbh #cause I’m so normal about them ofc ofc #I was gonna do an additional drawing #of the main two handcuffed together cause it was gonna be part of the fic #just eve being all serious talking to someone when scroll interrupts by waving at them being all cutesy #Homework got to me first though haha

[kabra-malvada]

I did things?!!

I made this to destress cuz i luv all of yer bois :3

Sunflower Sun belongs to @daunsun I love sun flowers so much 💖 and when they mixed SUN? I died.

Cowboy Moon belongs to @castercassette I have a type and Cowboy Moon, he is IT.

Sour candy Sun and Blue Razzberry Moon belong to @suntimeswolliw I told ya. I liked ur bois and I wanted to draw them! :3

Alien Moon belongs to @maudiemoods Bruh, Ren, buddy. You have no idea the brain worms that u provoked me with this AU my brain is ruined, thank u.

This Eclipse design is from @starlightcloudbaby originally wanted to draw him on the Mafia AU (Check out "Sleuth jesters by @naffeclipse" a fic I 100% recommend) but since he doesn't have an official design I stuck to the OG. Also I adoreeee fluffy slivers 💖

Y'all have such pretty AUs hvadlivbdsñdb you all here rotting my brain thank u ✨🔥💖🔥✨

Anyways I'll go and pass out on the floor rn gg

#sunflower sun #flowershop au #sb cowboy au #cowboy moon #Sour candy sun #Blue razzberry moon #candy store au #alien moon #beings made of stardust #Eclipse #sleuth jesters

[melandrops]

Dark Side of the Moon and Their Fear Entities

Speak to Me - Stranger

It's the pounding heartbeat, the ticking clock and the man that sounds just a bit too distant to make out, the strange laugh that sounds inhuman, the rotors of plane as they grow closer. Something is deeply wrong but it's too early to tell what.

Breathe (In The Air) - Vast

The scream that starts it out, like the first jump off a skyscraper. The gentle melody, like flying above the clouds. For long you live, and high you fly. And when at last the work is done, don't sit down it's time to dig another one. The futility of existence, the inconsequentiality of life. But only if you ride the tide, and balanced on the biggest wave, you race towards an early grave. Even success in life leads only to one end.

On the Run - Hunt

The adrenaline inducing droning. The pounding footsteps and heavy pantings. The woman over the intercom. The sound of a plane flying overhead. Something is coming, and you have been running for a long time. It ends with a plane crash, and with someone still running. Will they ever gain enough ground to stop?

Time - End

You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today. And then one day you'll find ten years have got behind you. The sun is the same in a relative way. But you're older, shorter of breath, and one day closer to death. Warm your bones beside the fire. The tolling of the iron bell brings faithful to their knees. It all ends the same way.

The Great Gig in the Sky - Desolation

The woman who screams is reminiscent of a messiah, a woman who is larger than life and designed for greatness. She screams and mourns for the simple life she could have led, if she was just a girl. Life is beautiful and painful and too short for her. And ultimately she failed. I was never frightened of dying, she says as she strings the rope around her neck, unable to be who her people needed her to be.

Money - Corruption

What is money if not Corruption incarnate? Take it and run. It's yours. It sings a sweet song to you. New day, caviar, four star, daydream, think I'll buy me a football team. Don't give me that do goody good bullshit. The promise of it digs into your brain like worms and more, more, more.

Us and Them - Slaughter

The story of war, and of senseless violence. A state that promises its people it does this for the good of all of them. Innocent men who are only doing what they're told watching as their fellow man bleeds out and dies or burns alive. War is constant and merciless.

Any Colour You Like - Web

I have no explanation for this. It came to me in a vision from God. Picture Annabelle Cane as she weaves her tapestry of silk and lies and pawns.

Brain Damage - Spiral

The lunatic is on the grass. The lunatic is in my head. There's someone in my head but it's not me. Rearrange me til I'm sane. You shout but no one seems to hear. The oddly distorted laugh.

Eclipse - Eye/Dark

The sun sees it all. All that you touch and all that you see and all that you taste. It watches over all, leering over your shoulder and leaving no room to escape. Except that the moon can block the sun, just for a little bit. And everything is in darkness. Is that any better?

#tma #the magnus archives #pink floyd #this was not necessary in the slightest #but i think pink floyd as a whole is very aligned with the fears #dark side of the moon in particular encompasses a large part of what being human is #i kinda wanted to explore that just a bit #idk maybe this is silly but i like it #i really like the visual of agnes montague as the great gig in the sky #i had a bit of trouble figuring out any colour you like especially since theres no lrics #but it feels web to me #idk #i cant explain it

[bloo-the-dragon]

SAMS au where Eclipse and Lunar are dca prototypes from another pizzaplex that go on the run after it gets closed down to avoid being decommissioned.

So i should mention i’m actually not that big of a fan of the Sun and Moon show lmao but i always really liked Eclipse and especially Lunar and their dynamic from the october arc last year. But recently a new episode got released that showed a not evil Eclipse and i instantly got big brain worms dhfg

Which spawned this AU! It doesn’t follow the shows canon so theres no magic or anything and Sun and Moon are still in the main/canon plex from the game (unless freed already by whomever its free real estate tbh)

So Eclipse and Lunar were theatre/daycare attendant prototypes from a different pizzaplex which went out of buisiness so they go on the run. They would live almost constantly on the move, managing to survive by stealing car batteries for charge and Eclipse taking odd jobs to do tech work/maintenance for electronics to earn some cash for renting motels. (He would also take the odd shady job working as a hacker here or there and often commits tax evasion)

Eventually they would find a semi permanent home once they are certain they are no longer being tracked and Eclipse would find a way to bring in some earnings both legally (and illegally) by continuing to take odd jobs in the area while Lunar would start up his own youtube channel or something for extra revenue so Eclipse doesn’t have to keep taking shady jobs (and just because he loves playing games)

Eclipse keeps them both maintained but Lunar doesn’t like it and will always complain as he would have had poor experiences with maintenance in the past at the plex (this would also be part of why Eclipse learned to be so good at it so he could do it for them both)

(Btw i don’t really plan to do anything big with this au i just wanted to draw some quick doodles for the brainworms djghj)

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf eclipse #fnaf lunar #fnaf daycare attendant #sams eclipse #sams lunar #sams #sun and moon show #Bloo's Art #fnaf fanart #idk what to call this au uuhhh.... #just gonna call it the sams au for now ghfdgk #sams au

[darkwingswarrior]

Scandal

@phoenixdaneko and @darthsuki 's Collab au has given me brain worms (Eclipse Specifically because HOT DAMN Apocalipse)

There are gifs too this but unfortunately, Tumbler can't handle them

T-T

#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #<3 #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #fnaf eclipse #fnaf au

[just-a-drawing-bean]

Some followers are traumatized by your eclipse

I, on the otherhand, am traumatized by your moon (I think its yours at least-, if not...fak)

Specifically, this one (I downloaded the pic but didn't reblog and I can't find the post, so forgib me)

THIS GUY. THIS GUY MANAGES TO WORM IT'S WAY INTO MY BRAIN EVERYDAY!! WITHOUT FAIL! IM HAUNTED BY THIS MOON IN PARTICULAR.

SAVE ME.

I’m gonna cry lmao yes that was me sadly </3 I forgot about him

#ask response #sobbing #buff moon

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Starlight: 9 Oct. Suptober

"Ready?" Cas asked.

"Lead the way," Dean said, jamming his hands in his jacket pockets to keep them away from Cas's.

deancas ust, post-Tombstone au

Dean buried his face in the pillow and regained consciousness simultaneously. The pillow absorbed most of his groan.

"It's almost four twenty," Cas said, his hand on Dean's upper arm, near where he'd once left a palm-shaped scorch mark.

The arm there still itched sometimes, and when Dean would place his own hand on it it would tingle like a numbness leaving, like something was sparkling beneath the skin. 

His bedroom was mostly dark, save the pumpkin glow of a small nightlight on the other side of the dresser. Cas was sitting on Dean's mattress in his trench coat, the folds of which caught all sorts of shadows. 

"The temperature is–"

"If you say sixty nine, that's gonna be primo." Dean winked, though it mostly landed on the pillow too. 

"It's thirty eight degrees," Cas said, an edge of humor in his tone, "so you'll need to put on real shoes and a jacket."

"Roger that." Dean pushed himself into a seated position, half tangled in a blanket, and yawned. He started to stretch but stopped when it seemed like too much work. His forehead landed against Cas's shoulder. He yawned again and wiggled his toes until they felt more attached to his body.

"Okay," he said, "I'm getting up."

Cas stood first and though he didn't need to – he didn't, because Dean was an adult with sufficient balance, strength, and coordination – he held out his hands. Dean put his hands in Cas's and levered himself out of the bed. They stood there with Dean blearily yawning for a third time. 

For some reason, his treacherous mind chose to point out an obvious, if momentarily forgotten fact: Cas had been dead a couple of weeks ago. Dean clamped his eyes shut and swallowed the thought that burned like his eyes did.

Cas didn't seem to notice what Dean's brain was putting Dean through. He did note, after a long minute, that "The totality starts in three minutes." 

His comment was more effective than if he'd doused Dean with a bucket of ice water. Dean dropped Cas's hands and rushed to pull his jacket off the back of the desk chair. His fuzzy candy corn patterned socks made his boots seem a size too small, but oh well; he shoved his feet in and tied the boots up whipfast. He'd left a knitted hat in Frankenstein green, recently purchased at the annual Lebanon harvest festival, on the desk and popped that on his head, even though he'd been told it made him look, in Claire's opinion, like a worm.

It was warm, so who fucking cared.

"Ready?" Cas asked.

"Lead the way," Dean said, jamming his hands in his jacket pockets to keep them away from Cas's.

They hustled their way up the grassy knoll behind the bunker, breaths puffing silvery around them in the November air. At the highest point, furthest from any of the town's lights, they stopped. Dean, breathing hard, looked straight up and immediately got a little dizzy. He steadied himself by Cas's elbow, thankful as the world stopped spinning. 

The moon had turned to blood. 

"Oh," Dean said, awe punching the sound out of him. "Fuck off, it's red."

"You didn't see the photos in the article Sam sent a link to?"

"Well, yeah, but photos – I mean, anyone can make anything look like anything in a photo editor," Dean said, such an expert on the topic. He pointed. "It's like a big glowing tomato."

Cas's smile stayed in his voice as he said, "There must be a larger than normal amount of dust in earth's atmosphere. I've read it's been a dry autumn in many places. Some lunar eclipses aren't quite this crimson."

"That's not quite as poetic an explanation as people probably had in the past, huh." Dean glanced over at Cas and smiled. "You seen a lot of these?"

"Not many from this vantage." Cas looked away, something bashful crossing his expression. "Ancient Chinese believed the moon was being devoured by a celestial dragon during eclipses. They'd set off cannons to scare it away." He shrugged at Dean's small chuckle. "It was loud."

"I bet." Dean swayed closer, so his hip and arm rested against Cas's, and looked up again, anchored. "I can't believe how many stars we can see. Amazing how much darker it is out here than it is–" He broke off. 

It'd been over three decades since he and his dad had leaned out of a window in Lawrence and studied starlight, a million flickering pinpoints millions of years away, ago, still visible to Dean's young eyes despite the street light on the corner, the porch light shining onto the lawn Dean was never old enough to mow. No good reason for his throat to close off. He remembered the scent of John's cologne, something like pine trees and campfire smoke; in the next bedroom, Sammy had started crying and was soon hushed, Mary's lilting voice carrying through the wall as she sang, "Twinkle, twinkle…"

"Dean," Cas said. His hand had slipped into Dean's, squeezing softly. "We can go back inside, if you want."

Dean, startled, stared into Cas's eyes until he found an answer there to a question he'd never been brave enough to ask. He felt like crying, sure, but he definitely didn't feel like going back inside yet. The sky had just cracked open. He was already home. 

"No," he said, squeezing Cas's hand in return. "I'm awake now."

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