apoptosis

i don’t wanna play this game anymore o()xxx[{:::::::::::::::> <:::::::::::::::}]xxx()o

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muggy makes me feel so maternal

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My contribution to this year's @destielaureversebb!!! Sci-fi.... Intrique.... Romance.... Get hyped🚀✨⭐️ and, as always, click for better detail.

It was truly fantastic getting to see this story come together and I must recommend that you go and read I See You Cowboy by the incomparable GhoulsnHalos on ao3!!!!

And of course, a huge thank you to the @destielaureversebb mods, without whom this wouldn't be possible!!!

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another episode without my one true love im going crazy im losing my marbles i miss him so much i feel sick. anyway heres some studies, maximus nation this ones for you

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Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “I see you, cowboy” 

Author: GhoulsnHalos Artist: @wellwatersurprise

Rating: Teen and Up Archive warnings: None Length:  28,000 words Tags:  Space Opera AU; Apocalyptic background; Slow Burn; Space Cowboy Dean; Detective Castiel Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

Commander Castiel Novak can’t make Dean Winchester, a man who moves through the galaxy like he’s serving penance to an invisible god, fit any criminal box. Investigating Dean uncovers corruption within the Coalition Police Corps.

Dean believes family comes first. Whatever it takes, even collecting ancient artifacts for Crowley, he’ll do it. He doesn’t get miracles.

The problem? The artifacts could trigger an apocalypse and Crowley isn’t the only one hunting them. Dean’s unwittingly caught in the crossfire; Castiel is as entangled too.

Does Castiel choose duty or truth? Does Dean allow himself to be saved, or become the saviour?

Excerpt: 

“The floor is yours, Mr. Winchester. Tell us everything in your own words and at your pace. No-one will question you until you’ve finished.”

“My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the holodeck, and frisky people of all genders.” Dean’s expression changes. A serious, yet definitely not regretful expression replaces the brash attitude. Dean holds Uriel’s gaze, staring straight at him and not the camera. 

The twisting in Castiel’s gut returns full force. Something is off. He can see no evidence Uriel has forced Dean into this confession. So what is wrong with the picture? He needs to get his hands on all the relevant files. Or maybe he ought to hear Dean out, in case Castiel’s suspicion of Uriel is clouding his judgement.

“I’m a salvage specialist. Looking for parts I can legally retrieve for my Uncle’s business. You tell me those vintage parts were someone else’s property, I’ll give ‘em back. Scout’s honour. No harm no foul, right. I bet Bobby would even spring a few credits for restitution. But I don’t know nothing about no Knights. Never heard the name Azazel Douchebag or whatever it was you...” Dean jerks his head towards Uriel with a scowl. “...said he was called.”

Dean sits as far back as the chair will allow, folding his hands together on the table. The little tug at the corner of his mouth suggesting a challenge to Uriel to prove otherwise.

It’s all a performance. Bluster designed to make people think he’s the carefree, space cowboy when Castiel saw the momentary softening in his expression when he mentioned Bobby. The man means something to Dean—more than the mere title uncle would suggest; Castiel would bet on it, if he ever indulged in such a thing.

Posting date: March 5, 2026

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redraw of my entry for the frigid fluid Halloween art contest from a couple years ago. sadly i didn’t win but i liked my design and wanted to see my improvement o(^▽^)o

in a way i feel like the original (right) has more character!

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best part of being an artist is making crossovers that no one cares about. anyway despite their similarities i think wordgirl would actually hate buffy-speak

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wanted to try something in the art nouveau style after seeing paris.... so enjoy a poster for my favorite album?

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He nearly flinched as the bat-doppleganger caught his arm. "We need to talk," "Bruce" said. "In private." Wolfish eyes cast a triumphant look at Wonder Woman. "Success!" he mouthed, flashing a thumbs-up as he steered the dazed couple toward the door. "Put it on my tab," he announced breezily to the maitre d', then hustled them to the elevators. "I've got a suite in this hotel, right?" he muttered.

"Fiftieth floor," said Bruce, not looking at Superman.

From “Kiss and Tell” by Mithen on AO3. One of the best superbat fics out there i really can’t recommend it enough.

Not an official collab or anything, but I love this fic deeply so I illustrated a scene from it! crossposted on ao3 x

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The Long Haul

Story by: loverantiquities

Art by: wellwatersuprise

Here’s my contribution to this year’s @destielaureversebb! It was so lovely getting to work with @tragidean, who is such an amazing author seriously I cannot recommend this story (and all of her others!!) enough!

Castiel won’t kill him—not with the razor, anyway. Maybe with what’s hiding just beneath the water’s edge, but not the razor.

“You think I need a trim?” Dean asks with a grin. He plants his knees on the silty bottom, putting his head at Castiel’s stomach level. Castiel takes him by the chin, tilting his face up; Dean’s breath catches. “Cas.”

And this was the piece that started it all!

“Please,” he says, so close to a prayer that something sparks in his chest, so foreign yet like it’s always been there. As the light wanes, Dean looks up to see Castiel’s face, his brow pinched and eyes determined, lips pulled into a scowl. For a moment, Dear swears he sees the glimmer of a halo over his head, the broad, expansive shape of something translucent looming behind his back.

Please go check out “the long haul” here!!

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Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “the long haul” 

Author: LoversAntiquities @tragidean Artist: Wellwatersurprise @wellwatersurprise

Rating: Mature Archive warnings: none Length:  10,000 words Tags:  Western AU, Rancher Castiel, Cowboy Dean, 1890s Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  With an ongoing drought in Texas, Castiel is forced to sell a portion of his herd of longhorns to make ends meet on his ranch. Dean, a cowboy under his employ, agrees to travel with him to Kansas. Only, a few weeks into their trek, something unknown begins to pick off their cattle, and Dean has a sneaking suspicion it may not be the coyote Castiel thinks it is.

Excerpt: 

Dean spares a glance behind them, at the two oxen hauling their wagon at the back, at the thirty longhorns filling the space between them and their horses, everyone following in line without any need for wrangling or pressure. Just a neat, orderly group, no complaints, no wandering off. Even their two calves don’t seem phased by it all. “How do you do that?” he asks.

Castiel looks at him out of the corner of his eye. “Do what?”

“The whole…” He motions to the herd. “I’ve done drives before”—just two, but he knows how they work—“and I’ve never seen them this…”

“Calm?” Castiel snorts a laugh. Quiet, but there. “I’ve always had a way with livestock.”

You’re telling me. With the way they’re behaving, Castiel might as well be their god.

The sun looms. Two miles feels like a lifetime, like at some point, Dean committed some grievous sin and this is how God intends to punish him, by letting him bake under the Texas sky. On the horizon, though, he makes out the shape of what could be a house, or an abnormally large tree with the canopy ripped off. Shade, finally—and more importantly, shelter for the night. “Thank God,” Dean whines and pats Baby’s neck. “I can finally sit down.”

Castiel chuckles and shakes his head. He’s even more handsome when he smiles, something he shouldn't pay attention to or even consider, but out in the middle of nowhere with no one around for miles, he allows himself to indulge, even from a very close distance.

You shouldn't trust cowboys, his father’s voice echoes in his head. But Castiel is probably the best cowboy he’s ever known, and the only one he trusts with his life.

Posting date:  February 3, 2025

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they never really acknowledged it, but i know in my heart he missed his wings.

(inspired by thunderbird by they might be giants)

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nothing like a slushy when you’ve been forsaken by your kind and abandoned by your only friends haha right guys?

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what if you 🫵🫵🫵were lowkey 👀👀👀 a megstiel enjoyer 🤔🤔🤔 but castiel was never ❌❌❌allowed to be happy 😭😭😭

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scene from Supernatural s11e11 “Into the Mystic” redone in a pixel art rpg/visual novel style! i can only think in squares……

this was coded on Scratch and its actually up and running to be played, so if you’re curious you can find it here 😄

and if i may be so bold as to request….. a little commotion for the background‼️‼️‼️

hand pixel’d by yours truly im so proud. my magnum opus.

Individual Scenes Under the Cut

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a little bit of pixel art cas bc im trying to get into the pixel lifestyle. the pixel grindset even. it’s all about squares, you see.

bonus bc i think i’m funny but im not brave enough to post this with my whole chest

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am i… allowed to post ponynatural?? idk but i recently discovered this concept and i love it

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castiel’s female vessel my beloved