#winchesters and bats

[koraesrambles]

Winchesters vs batboys pt 3

John and Bruce would hate each other. Just, no holds barred, absolute loathing on sight. John would think Bruce doesn't do enough to protect his kids, he'd be soooo judgemental of Bruce's no kill rule. John (at least in the graphic novels) went on a murder spree to kill anyone who knew that Sam had the potential to become evil later in life. John is a representation of everything Bruce hates. John does not believe in second chances. John believes his family's life is more important than other people's. John is willing to spill gallons of blood to keep his kids safe.

Bruce would be sickened by the fact that John thinks himself able to be judge, jury, and executioner. He'd be disgusted by the criminal activity John regularly engages in in order to survive (not everyone is a billionaire Bruce.) Bruce HATES guns and thinks that John fetishizes a weapon of destruction. He can't believe that John is okay with just murdering every monster he decides isn't redeemable.

They reluctantly bond over being paranoid bastards with contingency plans though. Bruce is sickened that John asked Dean to save Sam or kill him. John is downright condescending about Bruce's "my family is my failsafe" plan.

John is actually kind of impressed by Bruce giving his son Super Anxiety as a way to control him. He acknowledges that it is super messed up and definitely leaning toward super villainy, but he's impressed despite himself. Though he does think Bruce is a moron because now his son is kind of useless? Like, what was Bruce really trying to accomplish here?

The bats love each other but none of them are as codependent as the winchesters (who are absolutely in a league of their own when it comes to that). Bruce always needs to know where his kids are, but doesn't really stop them from going places. John needs his kids to be where he put them at all times. He needs to know that Sam is in the motel room and Dean is by his side. Even when Sam goes to college he's constantly checking up on him (which is very Bruce coded of him, honestly. "I love you so much and am terrified for your safety but instead of telling you this like a sane person I'm just gonna stalk you like a creep.")

When John finds out Bruce chips his kids with trackers, he acts like that's a horrible human rights violation but is also like 🤔 Dean also kind of likes the idea. Sam is horrified.

John and Bruce would come to blows regularly but also be subtly taking notes. John wants Bruce's resources. Bruce wants John's ability to control his kids.

[unlikelykidpost]

This is my first time posting here, but I really want to hear from my fellow POC. Is anyone else tired of reading stories where it’s all about the main character x reader? You dive in, expecting a really inclusive narrative, but then it hits you: “Their cheeks glowed pink!” Seriously? Where am I getting that rosy hue? Or when the character casually puts their hair into an easy ponytail—come on, it takes me forever just to get my hair in a ponytail! You know what I mean, right..??

It's frustrating when the story drops hints that suggest the 'reader' is white. It really grinds my gears, and I wish writers would stop doing that, or at least include a warning that the reader character is going to be white. I want stories to be genuinely inclusive and for writers to be more flexible in how they describe characters. It’s disappointing when you can tell that a writer based their characters on white experiences and WHITE PEOPLE. but thats all, thanks for listening to my ted talk!!

[raginghomosexual4ever]

Part 2 of my fav Wattpad fanfics list.

(Credits go to the owners)

1. I see you (Jack Frost x reader)

2. The flower kind (Atla reader insert) [AANG x reader( I think )]

3. Obsidian (zuko x reader)

4. A second flame (Zuko x reader)

5. Water lily in a sea of fire (Zuko x reader)

6. The girl no one knew (Zuko x reader)

7. The girl he won’t remember (Zuko x reader)

8. The girl they won’t forget (Zuko x reader)

9. Reborn in water (Zuko x reader)

10. Carved in rock (Zuko x reader)

11. Forged in fire (Zuko x reader) [ongoing]

12. Opposites (Sokka x reader)

13. Infinity (Mark Grayson x reader )

14. Rock on (Dee x reader metal family)

15. Complicated love (Dee x reader)

16. Betrayal (Jason Todd x reader)

17. As it was (Dean Winchester x reader)

18. The devil’s little game (dean x reader)

19. Tragedy (dean x reader)

[dark-dragon-8]

A Supernatural × Batman crossover where the Batfam are actual cryptids and the brothers are sent to hunt them, only to find out that these guys are pretty much immortal, god like beings whose only weaknesses are each other, the sun and some weird sentient manifestation of their home city that they seem to care about, and most of them already grew out of the second one, since, apparently, the sun only affects them when they're newborns/newly transformed/changed.

The whole reason they ended up in Gotham in the first place was because of some online rumors saying that there is a demon cult in the city, as well as Blüdhaven [it's true, partially, the Bat clan has had several cults and/or religions painting them as godly beings/saviours of Gotham throughout the years, still do (imagine the colonies from F'ing Demon Bats, only this time the cryptid part of them is actually real)] along with shrines for human sacrifices.

At first they thought the locals sold themselves to a Pagan God in exchange for their safety, that the shrines and "holy grounds" spread throughout the city were for blood and human sacrifices and the creatures were feeding on the souls of their followers or something.

Turns out, that couldn't be further from the truth. Yes there were bloody sacrifices at the shrines, but most of the time those were just grieving kids bringing their dead pets to silence's holy grounds for them to be healed, or taken care of, by the spirit and have their souls at peace. But, again, that was rare, and only occurred at the holy grounds themselves rather than the shrines people attended to daily.

Majority of those shrines were filled with books, art supplies, music boxes with ballerinas and, sometimes, you could even find a few trinkets and computer parts, as well as the occasional plates and plastic boxes filled with home cooked meals, sometimes they even put pots and kettles filled to the brim with savory goods and nice tea. Nobody ever touched the food, not even the poor and desperate, when asked why all the brothers received were looks of horror and hushed whispers about how "The bats don't like thieves" and "They'll stop coming by the shrine, maybe even destroy it if we do that"

Dean didn't like it, neither did Sam, they didn't like how the locals, people who barely even bat an eye when they see a dead body on their way to work, get so scared and terrified as soon as they hear of something that might displease the Bats. They tried asking around, trying to figure out what is it that makes them so scared of their dearly beloved deities, after all, they talk about them like such a wonder, like they're the best thing that ever happened to them. Hell, one of them is named Mercy and was revered for its compassion and understanding of those around them.

They only got their answer when investigating a place called Crime Alley. They locals were all the same, if not even more reserved than their city's counterparts, but there was one person, a young girl who couldn't be older than ten that said she'll be willing to answer their questions in return for some money and stories from their time as hunters. They were reluctant at first, but seeing as they haven't had much of an option, they agreed.

"So, Masey" Dean started

"Missy" she corrected

"Right, sorry, Missy, you said that you could tell us what's up regarding those demons"

"Deities" she said sternly, the man simply nodded "And yes, I can do that, but you'll have to do something for me first"

"And what would that be?"

"You said you were a hunter, right?" He nodded "And you also said you have some money. So I want you to give me two hundred dollars, cash, and a written story containing at least three of your adventures with your partner. You can't use big fonts, lie or omit any details from the story, it needs to be one hundred percent real and legible and needs to be at least fifty pages, understood?"

Dean was confused, confused and worried. Why would this child need a story about them hunting monsters? And why did she need it to be so long and accurate? Was she trying to sell them out to the Bats or something? Why was this so important?

A million questions flooded his head and looking at Sammy, he could tell the feeling was very much mutual.

"Um Missy" it was Sam talking to her this time "Why would you want a story of us hunting like that? We could tell you about our time together on the field, if you want, but why do you need that written so meticulously?"

The little girl shook her head before he even finished speaking "No, no, I need it written"

"How so?"

"For Passion, of course"

"Passion?"

"Yeah, Passion, the component watching over Crime Alley, it loves reading stories but only when they're worth it. It doesn't like when people give them stories only to please it or for it to give them undeserved attention. It needs to be good and interesting, a story about two hunters will definitely do that"

The two hunters met each other's eyes, both their expressions filled with worry, apprehension and suspicion.

"And why all the other rules? Why does have to be so long and accurate?"

The girl tilted her head, looking at them as though they've said something stupid "Because you're introducing yourself, maybe"

"I can't just tell you guys all there is to know about the Bat without at least one of the components acknowledging you guys and giving me permission to share that information with outsiders"

"And what makes you think it won't just kill us as soon as it realizes what we do for a living?" They might've been desperate, but that doesn't mean they're going to give an essay about their weaknesses and hunting methods to a freaky, probably homicidal spirit on a silver platter

"Because they like people like you, people who put their lives on the line in order to help those around them. Also" she leveled her gaze with Dean's, which was pretty impressive considering she barely reached his hip "Had it wanted you dead, you wouldn't have been able to take two steps inside Crime Alley without having a heart attack, or your head magically disappearing"

The two brothers tensed, the taller's eyes rapidly scanning their surroundings, hands fishing out a weird cellular device, probably an EMF reader or maybe a bottle of holy water, as the shorter failed to keep up his confident facade in front of the (probably) ten year old (because Dean isn't going to be spooked by a kid that hasn't even reached the double digits yet, he's 𝘯𝘰𝘵)

The little girl laughed, completely ignoring their - very justified!!! - panic "Relax, would ya? Passion doesn't kill people unless they feel like it's necessary"

They didn't seem to be very relaxed, she didn't care, she just told them to meet her again on the border of Crime Alley and its neighbor city in a week, before leaving.

Two hours later, Carrie Kelley was skipping into the main living room of Wayne Manor, where several of her siblings played video games and with their father reading the newspaper on the side, the perfect illusion of a normal, happy, completely human family.

She walked up to Bruce, sitting on the arm of his sofa as the last of her illusion magic slipped away

"Did you do it?"

"I offered them the deal, still not sure if they'll end up actually agreeing to it"

"Mn. You did well"

The young teen preened under the praise, thanking her father before going off to boast and scheme with the rest of her siblings, they were up planning contingencies and devising plans until Sundown.

[fallandfigs]

So yes, I’m a Hawkeye returns to surgical practice truther and it’s probably more logical for him to practice in Maine so he’s close to Daniel (only child of an aging father yada yada)…but I think it would be hilarious if instead, Hawkeye accepts a position as chief or thoracic surgery at Boston Memorial Hospital, rival hospital of Boston Mercy. Charles’ Boston Mercy.

And that’s how Charles and Hawkeye end up frenemies in Boston.

[wigglebox]

Suptober - Day 1 || Liminal [x]

[overrated-sheep]

no clever third option. can only save one. you can explain your reasoning UwU

[future-dregs]

I just really don't like this misconception of Dean that he's purposefully trying to beat the independence out of Sam.

Yeah he wants Sam to rely on him, he wants to be that provider, he doesn't want Sam to have to look to other people for satisfaction of his needs.

But he's not systematically, deliberately breaking Sam down to nothing. (I would argue he's not doing that anyhow) He relies on Sam for everything and moreover he LIKES it that way. Why would he want anything or anyone else when he's got SAM? He doesn't want to socialise without him, work or live apart from him. Sam satisfies Dean and totally fulfills him, and he wants to be that same person for Sam. To feel safe and secure he needs to know that he's needed and wanted just as much as he needs and wants.

Does this sometimes mean he does things that are unhealthy or abusive towards Sam? Yeah, sometimes. He's not perfect and he's not always right and that's what makes him interesting. You can be abusive, you can hurt someone, without wanting or intending to and that doesn't mean what you did doesn't count.

But this idea that Dean is like an abusive husband, intentionally and with delight destroying the independence and security of his spouse, misleading Sam and then pulling the rug, or deliberately being unpredictable so that Sam is constantly on eggshells trying and failing to please him because Dean is setting him up for humiliation and failure?

If it's for fun, or playing around with ideas or scenarios and dynamics? I get it, rock on.

And this isn't targeted at anyone in particular, but I see a surprising amount of people running with this idea like its gospel and frankly that just puts a bad taste in my mouth.

[golby-moon]

so @midnightsilver made the mistake of having a Halloween flavored banner making challenge thing for the supernatural art community that apparently exists and idk where along the line that turned into bat!TFW2.0 but. here it is I guess. let's call it superbatural

this was an interesting one to draw and by interesting I mean it made my brain explode a little. bat wings are hard even with my butchered rendition of them. also please don't look too closely at their weird little bat feet okay. also also sorry for giving bat!Sam a fivehead gfhjjk

flipped this for funsies. or maybe this was the original version and the flipping happened after. who can know :0

(10/25/24)

[a-fannish-disposition]

Distracting myself from work by contemplating The Characters (as you do), and ignoring the store radio with the ease of long practice.

Tune randomly back in to see what's playing now, hear the line "if not for me then you'd be dead, I picked you up and put you back on solid ground" from 3 Doors Down's 'Kryptonite'. Think to myself (because tbf, almost everything does these days) "hey, this sort of reminds me of-"

Immediately recall that the next line is "If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?" and have to fight the urge to go lay facedown on the floor of the warehouse for a while. There truly is no peace, is there?

[deanstryker]

Dean & Samm and Vampire Bats requested by Jesse. My Edit.

[sweetpapercroissant]

he’s literally my guard dog wdym

[wetsandmemories]

me, every time I see a character with some clearly unhealthy coping mechanisms: let's go sweetie that's your new hone now. and

[sincerely-bats]

Warning for slight suggestiveness at the end, otherwise, purely fluff!

Splatters of red coated the bathroom counter, marring milky white hands covered in black latest gloves that crinkled with every dexterous bend of Magnus’s fingers as they smeared hair dye through thick strands of faded red where the roots were a darker brown, about an inch wide.

Hair dye day. “Dye day” as Magnus liked to call it— mostly because saying it out loud threw his companions off, or, at least it threw Dean off since he wasn’t quite used to Magnus’s antics yet- not like Sam was.

Magnus hummed as he stared at himself in the mirror. As he worked, the edges of his face, and outline of his eyebrows covered in a thick layer of Vaseline to keep the dye from covering his skin. It was gross… but het, at least it worked.

A vigorous knock on the door brought him from his thoughts, eyeliner rimmed eyes flicking to the left where the sound came from. “Yeah?” He called out.

“You almost done in there?” It was Dean, of course it was.

Letting out a sigh of what passed for disapproval escaped and Magnus shook his head. “Not really? I’ll probably be another fifteen or so-“

“You’re kidding me, right n-“

“Well, if you wanted me to be done faster, I think a good idea would be to send Sambo in here to help me out.” Magnus cut him off, humming at the exasperated huff the other man let out, followed by quiet grumbling which only made the bottle redhead snicker.

Magnus, of course, continued to shove his hand into the mixing bowl of hair dye that he had in front of him, taking a scoop of dye and smashing it into his hair, haphazardly smooshing it around to coat the strands with a focused expression, starting to zone out as he stared into the mirror.

“Mag, you asked for me?” Sam spoke up suddenly, having popped open the bathroom door, staring his boyfriend down with quiet appreciation for how he looked without a shirt on. “Can’t get the back, I presume?”

Nodding, Magnus hummed in reply, quickly snapping his attention onto Sam. “Mhmm, It’s always difficult for me— I also can’t tell if i got all of the top of my head.” He explained, offering a warm smile as he finished up the section he was currently mashing dye into like a child would mash mud in between their fingers.

Sam snickered at that. “Alright, give them here-“ He murmured, holding a hand out for the gloves, which, upon receiving them, he washed and dried off on the dedicated dye towel that Magnus had stolen from a different motel they had been at months ago.

Putting the gloves on, Sam looked around the counter and hummed in approval when he saw the hair dye brush long since discarded on the counter, barely covered in dye from an obvious half assed attempt to use it. “I will never understand your methods.” He mused affectionately, starting to paint the dye on using the brush and taking proper sections.

The redhead shrugged. “The brush just takes forever, and I kinda do sections, I just struggle to do it properly, but my method seems to work for me.” Magnus returned smoothly, shutting his eyes as he felt Sam carefully working dye into his every strand of hair.

“Still…” Sam murmured, focused as he worked, how did you ever make sure you got every inch covered without missing any part of it?”

“MM, dump dye into hand, mash it around to cover the majority, take rest of dye even if its too much, smoosh that all through the hair until it’s coated and then use a comb or brush to work the dye through every strand?” He offered in explanation, cracking an eye open to look at Sam in the mirror.

The brunette let out a low whistle at that. “Well, that’s definitely a… method, I guess. Whatever works for you, wolfie Sam chuckled, leaning down and kissing one of Magnus’s shoulders before glancing into the mirror himself, eyes momentarily locking on the silver bullet necklace around his boyfriend’s neck.

Sam still hated that Magnus wore that, but he wouldn’t argue about it again, not after the last time. He understood the redhead’s need to keep it on as a reminder of what he was… both human, and also werewolf.

Magnus caught where his gaze went and sighed gently. “It doesn’t hurt much anymore… I’ve gotten used to it, y’know?” He offered gently, looking back at Sam with a soft expression. He would have leaned back against the man, but he didn’t want to get dye on the man’s clothing.

That response earned a sigh from Sam. “Not the point, Mag… I just hate that you feel like you need to wear it…”

“You didn’t seem to worry much when you saw Garth wearing one-“

“Garth isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Point taken…”

“Tilt your head forward a bit.” Sam murmured, gently nudging the shorter man to do so, and humming when. He complied, working the last of the dye into his hair in the background before doing a once over to make sure all of Magnus’s hair was properly coated.

Sensing the dyeing section was over, Magnus hummed and set a timer on his phone for the twenty minutes he would need to keep it in. He knew the previous conversation was over now, and he didn’t fight to continue it, for both of their sakes.

Sam took the gloves off, turning them inside out as he did so, so that he could tuck them into the box that used to hold the dye, gently placing a few kissed along the shorter man’s shoulders and neck as if to silently affirm that he cared.

Magnus leaned into the kisses, relaxing a fraction and letting out a gentle hum in reply. “Thank you for doing my hair, baby-“

Sam shook his head. “No problem, wolfie.” He replied fondly, shifting to kiss his cheek before absently helping to clean up all the splattered dye from the bathroom counter and sink while Magnus cleaned the dye and Vaseline from his skin.

Once everything was cleaned up, they both left the bathroom, finally letting Dean have the bathroom.

——

Magnus hummed as he watched the water run clean, holding up a hand to give Sam a thumbs up, sitting up from where he was leaned over the edge of the tub, winding his towel around his head and twisting it so he could get the towel to stay in place once he fully lifted his head. “That was easier than blindly washing it in an actual shower…”

Sam nodded his agreement and hummed gently as he watched Magnus finally raise his head fully, using a few clips in the back of his towel to pin it in place. “Well, I didn’t mind helping. You know that.”

The redhead nodded and hummed, kissing his cheek. “Well, I always appreciate the help, and if *you* need help with anything…. I’m always willing to help…” Magnus hinted flirtatiously.

“Oh yeah?” Sam returned playfully, giving Magnus a gentle kiss that deepened slightly.

“Guys! I am *right* here-“ Dean complained from where he had been preparing to head out to go grab everyone dinner, having paused mid tying of his boots, staring at both while making a face.

Pursing his lips, Mag glanced over. “Last I checked, you were heading out?” He reminded with a playful tone, grinning a wolffish grin.

Sam snickered. “He has a point, Dean…“ He added absently.

Dean shook his head. “Just… at least wait until I’m out of the room. It’s common courtesy, man.“ He exclaimed in displeasure, already standing to grab his wallet and keys, shaking his head. “I’m leaving now.”

“Bye~” Magnus chuckled, watching Dean leave before glancing back over at Sam. “So, where were we?”

The brunette rolled his eyes and chuckled, kissing Magnus’s forehead before pulling him into a kiss. “Let’s figure that out…” He grinned softly against his lips.

Thank you for reading. I struggle to even want to write nowadays, and because of that, I feel like my writing isn’t as good as it used to be, so now I have a tendency to quit writing because all I can think about is hating everything that I type, and I can’t see anything good about it, but, I guess.. y’know, thank you to Sam Winchester for infecting my brain and making me push through to write something, I GUESS????

Anyyway, here is the tag list: @tex-treasures, @sugar-and-pearls

If you would like to be added to the list, let me know in the comments!

[leatherjacketed]

Cain is a relatable character because I, too, would give Dean Winchester whatever the fuck he wanted after he spread his legs on a kitchen table in front of me, even to the detriment of the world

[mercsandmonsters]

Does anyone know the artist behind this fan art of Sam Winchester as Louis de Pointe du Lac from Interview With The Vampire at all? I've Google Lens searched this and couldn't find anything, and I'm starting to think the artist disappeared into thin air, taking all their art with them. I want to give them proper credit for when I get this as a tattoo.