oh the feels

Okay but

Imagine Mycroft meeting Greg and getting a mark but it’s red

Imagine Jim meeting Sherlock and getting his first mark but it’s red and then meeting Seb and getting a black one

Imagine Gabriel having a red mark for Sam and desperately waiting for it to turn black and then Sam meets Lucifer and gets a black mark but Gabe’s stays red

Imagine Castiel having a mark for every human on earth and some are scars and some are red but only one is black

Imagine Dean never having a mark because of the way he was brought up until he meets Cas

Imagine if Sherlock has only one scar and then gets angry at the red mark he got after John

Imagine Sherlocks John mark was black but turned red after TRF and his face when he sees it


“Is there really nothing for me here, Jamie?” I held his eyes not letting him turn away from me.
He pulled himself gently from my grasp without answering and stood back, suddenly a figure from another time, seen in relief upon a background of hazy hills, the life in his face a trick of the shadowing rock, as if flattened beneath layers of paint, an artist’s reminiscence of forgotten places and passions turned to dust.

I looked into his eyes, filled with pain and yearning, and he was flesh again, real and immediate, lover, husband, man.

When the World Stood Still

Things didn’t change at first. It wasn’t instantaneous. Dean was too focused on trying to figure out what he was to really notice anything about him. Everyone liked to joke about how sparks “literally” flew when they met. But, that’s all it was. Actual exploding light bulbs, and actual sparks. Dean had been too busy preparing for a death battle to think about a romantic life with a creature from another world.

But that was a long time ago.

The shift started after the horrible, apocalyptic time-traveling nightmare. He’d eventually come to know Castiel. At some point he’d turned from Castiel, Angel of the Lord, into Cas. Friend, protector, and comrade. Cas had transitioned from a cold, untouchable source of ultimate power to someone warm and touchable.

After Cas brought him back from the future, it hit him. The Cas in front of him, his Castiel, was all he truly wanted. Sure, he’d gotten a kick out of the pot smoking, orgy planning, hippie Cas from the future, but he wasn’t really Cas. Future Cas had been broken. Destroyed by Dean, and everything that the struggle with Lucifer had done. And Dean couldn’t stand the thought of losing his Castiel. 

When the angel brought him back to the present, he felt so much lighter. Partially because there was still time to prevent the ultimate disaster. But mostly in that moment, he was just relieved to see Cas. The he shift happened the moment he realized how devastated he had felt in the future when he’d seen what Castiel had become. Even though it was the middle of the night when Castiel returned him to the present, the moment he saw the angel, everything changed. 

The entire world stood still, and all outside noise disappeared. The air crackled with anticipation, and Dean could taste honey floating on his tongue. Dean’s entire world held it’s breath when Castiel opened his mouth, and spoke in his soft, deep voice. 

“We had an appointment.”

With those words and the angel’s soft smile, the stars dazzled so brightly they cracked the surface of the pavement to reveal diamonds. Colors became more vivid, dancing under the streetlights. 

This was the moment that Dean Winchester realized that he had fallen in love with Castiel.


I wrote this instead of sleeping or studying for my exam tomorrow 😅 Destiel is my life. If you want me to write a Destiel fanfic for you based on a prompt, just shoot me an ask! 💙💚💙💚


Got that’s little comic done :D
(This still involves @ask-mary-the-ink-demon and @asksomecolouredink and Boris too)

As for the lyrics:
“I was fine, with the Bends who would come into their life now and again”
“I was fine, cause I knew that they didn’t really matter”
“Until YOU”
“I was fine, when you came and we fought like it was all some silly game”
“Over them, who they’d choose”
“After all those years I never thought I’d loose”

“It’s over, isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it over?”
“It’s over, isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t It over?”
“You won and they chose you”
“And they loved you and their gone”
“It’s over, isn’t it? Why can’t I move on?”

“War and glory, reinvention machines, freedom, their attention”
“In the studio my potential bold, precise, experimental”
“Who am I now in this world without them?”
“Petty and dull with the nerve to doubt them”
“What does it matter? It’s already apparent”
“Now I’ve got to be there for their experiment”

“It’s over, isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it over?”
“It’s over, isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t It over?”
“You won and they chose you”
“And they loved you and their gone”
“It’s over, isn’t it? Why can’t I move on?”

“It’s over, isn’t it? Why can’t I move on?”

(Also Boris is saying: “I know you don’t like hugs, but you look like you need one…”)