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Huntercorp!dean meets endverse!cas, gets a taste for him #destiel #destielau

I am so proud of this Claire doll I made as a gift for Kathryn Newton. She absolutely loved it. As did Misha, I guess, because he wouldn't give it back after our reverse grumpy cat op. 😆

@awomanredacted.bsky.social and @deanismybuddy.bsky.social absolutely made this op by supporting me. #RICC

Here is my contribution to Destiel Holy Week. A little preview of the Heavyweight prequel. Read it here: www.tumblr.com/valleydean/7...

Looks like I draw porn now.

*shakes head* I was such a nice, innocent artist...

Psht. Whatever. Can't wait to draw more! 🍆🍆🍑🍑

Go check out Cybersexual Healing on Ao3 by tfw_cas and Eyes_of_a_Tragedy archiveofourown.org/works/725256...

Digital art. Dean Winchester naked, is laying back with pillows behind him. He is tied up with brown and blue ropes. Castiel is between Dean's legs, leaning over him with their faces nearly touching. He is shirtless, wearing dark pants, and has black wings.

#destiel shibari anyone?

#spn #destielfanart

Digital art. Dean Winchester is laying on a bed, being held down by tentacles that are covered in eyes. Wing shadows are being cast onto Dean and the bed. There are tentacles teasing Dean's nipples, penetrating him, and wrapping around his cock

For Day 1 of Destiel Horror Week - the prompts were tentacles, eldritch horror, teratophilia. I never thought I'd draw tentacle porn but HERE WE ARE - excuse me while I go sit in the corner and think about what I've done 😅

#destiel #spn

Post by @bleuzombie · 1 image 💬 0  🔁 3  ❤️ 2 · @deancashorrorfest presents · Formaldehyde Kiss Author: @bleuzombie Artist: @kingdumbass Rating: Explicit Word Count: 16,059 Major Archive Warnings/Tags: Major Character Death…

Can I interest anyone in some Dead Dove today? Yes I’m serious about the necrophilia so please mind the tags.

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#supernatural #destiel #horrorfic #MCD #NecrophiliaLoveStory

A slim anthro panther crouching on ruins of a church. It's night, he's the color of greyish beige, very dark with spots of golden fur. He's spotted like a jaguar, have a set of horns that twist and point upwards, firey eyes and mouth and spikes on his shoulders.

#weretober day 12 - Hell cat
For my friend @bleuzombie.bsky.social ♥

I am obcessed with this character <3

#furry #furryart #BRart #art #weretober2025

Post by @bleuzombie 💬 0  🔁 1  ❤️ 1 · Suptober25 · Day Nine: Rainstorm || Day Ten: Power Outage Rating: Explicit Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Castiel/Dean Winchester Major Archive Warning: Graphic D…

Suptober25
Day Nine: Rainstorm
Day Ten: Power Outage

These are companion pieces but can be read as standalone stories. Day Nine is a rare fluff piece for me.

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#Suptober25 #DayNineRainstorm #DayTenPowerOutage #MurderHusbands

Here is the banner and my main art for @bleuzombie.bsky.social 's fic "Lavender Latte Cafe" written for the #spnspeeddatingbang on tumblr.
Read the fic here: archiveofourown.org/works/721942...

#spnfanart #spnfanfic #gadreelspn #deanwinchester #gadreel/deanwinchester #rareships #spnfamily

#weretober day 7 -Whale Shark

I got to design this gal for my friend @bleuzombie.bsky.social ♥ All hail the big girls

#furry #furryart #art #BRArt #weretober2025 #anthroshark

5 Oval shaped pins with gold outlines with an oval cutout in the middle with a yellow slideable star: Spoons: Lavender background Hunger Scale: Red background Migraine Scale: Blue background Speaking vs Non Speaking: Green background The first one has SHE, THEY, HE on top. At the bottom there's HER, THEM, HIM. White background.

Strawberry, Galaxy and Bats Wrist Braces

Strawberry, Galaxy and Bats Thumb Splints

Elbow braces in the strawberry, Galaxy and Bats patterns

It costs 0$ to Repost a Black disabled queer small business! It could lead to my next sale.

I sell pins, compression gloves, artist gloves, binders, hip braces, wrist braces, compression socks, walking sticks, elbow braces, bags, back braces & more!

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Post by @bleuzombie 💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · Suptober25 · Day Eight: Fortune Telling Rating: Explicit Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel Major Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Viol…

Late but here I am

Suptober25
Day Eight: Fortune Telling

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#suptober25 #DayEightFortuneTelling #MurderHusbands

✨️ Revelação de Merch! ✨️

Se temos um copo, por que não ter um porta copos também? Essa arte maravilhosa foi feita pela @kyuucia.bsky.social!

A pré-venda começa em 6 dias!

#jayvik #jayvikzinebr

Post by @bleuzombie 💬 0  🔁 1  ❤️ 1 · Suptober25 · Day Seven: Surprise Rating: Explicit Pairing: Castiel/ Dean Winchester Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Major Archive Warning: Graphic Depictio…

Suptober25
Day Seven: Surprise

#Suptober25 #DaySevenSurprise #MurderHusbands #Smut

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Thank you soooooo much to @liztmeuw.bsky.social for making this adorable art to go along with my fic The Salt on His Skin! archiveofourown.org/works/57954550
#Destiel #Medieval #ArthurianLegends #CelticLore #Knights

Part II of a commission by @liztmeuw.bsky.social. Thank you so much! archiveofourown.org/works/57954550
#Destiel #Medieval #ArthurianLegends #CelticLore #Knights

Post by @bleuzombie 💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · Suptober25 · Day Six: Campfire Rating: Explicit Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel Major Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence Tag…

Suptober25
Day Six: Campfire

TW: Cannibalism

(Just a little bit. It’s fine)

#suptober25 #DaySixCampfire

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S.E. Ransdell's Curiouser & Curiouser: Tales from Beyond Volume 2 of S.E. Ransdell's illustrated erotic horror and dark tales from the other side- of the veil, of sanity, and of revenge.

Buy my book so I can support some more mutual aid needs, please? We can print the book, but we are so close to being able to pay more of the people who have been instrumental to getting us here.

ICE is doing a hell of a lot of harm in the Chicago area *right now.* I don’t mean to trivialize the national guard stuff, it absolutely is an irresponsible escalation, but the guard-centric convo around this really does understate what’s going on without any guardsmen.

#Folkhorror anthologies & collections perfect for #October

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Here's my fic for Day 5 of #Suptober25 : Lost

Fic: "Lost And Found"
Rating:
General Audiences
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

#spnfanfic #spnfanfiction #destiel

archiveofourown.org/works/71992386

A sketch of Dean in profile looking to the left. The background is gray with a red square in the middle.

the guy with the sad eyes and pretty face
#supernatural #spnfanart #deanwinchester

This video of Chicagoans intervening to save a man from being abducted off the streets by ICE is making the rounds on Instagram.

Community action works.

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Post by @bleuzombie 💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · Suptober25 · Day Five: Lost Rating: Explicit Pairing: Castiel/ Dean Winchester Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Original Character Major Archive Warning: Graphic Depiction…

Suptober25
Day Five: Lost

#suptober25 #DayFiveLost #MurderHusbands

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Supernatural Sex, War & Peace Pandorakiin Art by The Friendly Pigeon. The Alt Text for Pigeon's art is included on the final panel. “Show me your garden that’s bursting into life.” — Snow Patrol’s “Chasing Cars” — Castiel’s cheeks flushed. He quickly took interest in the chip of ice tink-tinking around the bottom of his whiskey glass. “If you could go back, would you do anything differently?” One eyebrow jumping straight up, Dean met his gaze, blindsided by the question. “Crossroads deal? Hell…?” A smile, real and fond, without pretense or obfuscating charm, came into being on Dean’s face. “No.” “Not because…” Dean shimmied his elbows on the rail closer… until their shoulders kissed. “Yeah. Exactly because. Easy as pie to see this would never happen without that. We’d never meet. Sam wouldn’t be here. Changing any choice along the way, no matter how small, could mean we’d never have ended up here.” “I’m amazed you feel that way.” Castiel’s eyes, big and bright, and right up close, had his heart thrumming faster and faster every moment that went by. “Hey, I’m not saying I would do it all over again. I just wouldn’t change it**—**any of it.” Putting on a lopsided smile, Dean winked, grinning as he tipped another sip of whiskey past his lips. He didn’t want to ask how much Sam and Eileen had to shell out for it. Forget “Nectar of the Gods”, this stuff could bestow immortality. “How about you…? God?” Dean emphasized. Cas shook his head. “No. I wouldn’t have profoundly understood why God needed to be cast down without that experience.” “C’mon! You were a colossal dick.” Cas’ grin was nothing less than shit-eating. “Still am.” “Fuck you, man.” Cas downed a whiskey sip with a, “Please, do,” chaser and a daring smile. Leaning in closer, his boring gaze demanded Dean come up with something.

“All right, okay. That, uh… that waitress… out in—” Dean shuddered at the memory. “That, uh, definitely had me questioning my life choices…” “Oh!” Cas winced, his voice rife with unattraction, holding up one hand as if he needed to physically push the vivid image of Dean’s memory out of his mind. For what little good it did, his eyes stayed squinted until the recollection cleared. The woman had a soul as sweet as the real strawberry milkshakes the quaint diner she staffed served. Either by accident of genetic design or badly-healed injury, her nose, instead of the unremarkable slant of most other human beings, she, in no uncertain terms, possessed the snout of a pig. Kind, beautiful eyes, a winning smile, a bit heavier than Dean’s usual dames, silky, flowing hair, breasts-every ounce of them natural-that could make Elvira green with envy; all of it for naught but for one godawfully unlucky accident of birth. “So fucking sue me, dude. She was funny as hell and she had a nice laugh, fun humour, and a great smile. It was just that unfortunate little thing with her nose goin’ on… and the outta control acne bloom on her ass and thighs… ‘Ey, I hadn’t gotten any for a while, so… y’know, I went with it. Add to that the cowboy hat and the whole reverse-cowgirl thing…” The memory of her unfortunate appearance faded long ago, he remembered the sensation of her around his cock best of all. “No one, and I mean fuckin’ no one else I’ve ever had could work their cooch on my dick like that. Not even Lise. Still remember it, clear as a blue sky. Whoever she found in this life, he’s one lucky sonuvabitch.” Smiling fondly on him, Castiel assured him, “I understand.” “I’m sure you do.” Cas’ tongue pulled whiskey lingering on his lips into his mouth. As the angel turned pensive, his gaze fixed on his glass until the moment he spoke. “No one else?” Dean grinned and laughed into his whiskey glass as he took another sip, shaking his head as his elbows found the railing again Continued...

He shifted his hips to weigh against Cas’, holding the glass in both hands. “Present company excepted.” Dean’s eyes drilled that truth into his mind, before leaning in for a light and sweet, if lingering kiss. He needed more of those lips like air but… later. There was time. Frowning, Dean swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. “I’d… uh, I’d have gone back to see Bobby sooner.” Cas roped a comforting arm over his back, kissing his shoulder through his shirt. “He would have liked that.” “Yeah.” There were tears underneath the word. “I know that now.” Dean took the comforting kiss to his temple, his eyes drooping closed. Dizzying need had him swaying on all fours, leaning heavy into Cas’ loving touch. Something the angel slowly, quietly, and softly but insistently gave him more of. Kisses wandered leisurely around his cheek and neck. Dean dropped his shoulder, laying his neck open, happy to bask under raindrop kisses. “What’s meant to grow here?” Dean sucked a hard breath in through his nose, waking himself up from pleasure’s dreamlike stupor. “Hmm?” Cas pointed a finger, waving it over the seeded yet barren stepped gardens Dean had mortared together, stone by stone culled from the plentiful lakeshore. “When it’s fertile enough—hopefully next spring—wildflowers. Black-Eyed Susan, daisies, fiddleheads, Queen Anne’s Lace, cornflower, thistles, columbine, milkweed, coneflower. Anything with a flower and hardy enough to grow.” The cabin was sizeable already. Building out onto even more of the land—here had to be a reason… “Why so much ground for it?” Dean cleared his throat. Biting his lip, he forced himself to look at Castiel. He wanted to see the angel’s expression as much as he was afraid of it. “Apiaries.” Bewildered was Cas’ first feeling. “We have…?” Dean nodded, beaming like sunshine. Bewilderment turned to innocent excitement under a thick varnish of burning desire. The timber of Cas’ voice hit rock-bottom. “Where?” Continued...

Grinning, Dean nodded his head toward the woods on the other side of the cabin. “North side of the property, by the treeline. If we’re lucky they’ll started building hives in the trees too. C’mon.” He kissed the angel in lieu of, “You’re welcome.” He stood up tall, his fingers slipping out of Cas’. Sauntering back to the floral oval framed screen door, Dean cracked it open, pausing. Fire in the hearth and candlelight lit the cabin, with twilight swiftly settling over the mountain lake valley. “If I can swing it, next year I want to try planting raspberries, maybe rhubarb.” Cas stopped cold. “No apples?” Dean’s garden growing without apples felt viscerally wrong. Dean shrugged off his disappointment. “Nah. Nothing I’d ever put in a pie will grow here. Ground’s too fallow. Even if I did manage to get a small tree going… too much effort for far too little reward. If I can get this garden to take for the bees’ sake, that’ll make me happy.” Dean winked and stepped inside. “I’ll get our jackets.” Cas’ bootfall on the step back up echoed the thwack of the closing screen door. A powerful urge cemented him in place. He… he couldn’t bear new life for the man he loved, but he could help it grow and flourish. He stepped back down and crouched down on one haunch. Undoing his cuff, he rolled back the sleeve. Turning up the vulnerable underside of his forearm, grace shone to life in his eyes. Filaments of light shimmered into being underneath his human skin, snaking through his human flesh, pooling at the tip of the thumb’s nail on his free hand. With some effort, he pooled a tiny, fluctuating well of grace under the skin of his upturned arm. Pressing the cutting edge of his thumbnail to his forearm, he slipped it across his skin, leaving an angry red divot a little more than an inch long behind. Into that trench of marred skin slowly pooled a miniature river of pure energy—the stuff from which all life is born, and to which all life returns. Grace. Continued...

Day Three•Garden

Show me your garden that's bursting into life.

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“If Dean Winchester pulled up next to a Cybertruck, what would he do? First, he’d [mimes rolling a window down], then he’d say, ‘You’re driving a refrigerator,’then he’d roll the tires, do a brake stand, and leave the refrigerator behind.” — Jensen
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