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In hopes of getting out of my years long art block, I signed up for @deancasbigbang 2025. I was super lucky who got to work with imaginaryprotagonist who let me have loads of freedom and did nothing but encourage me until I actually had fun with it. The fic she wrote had me sucked in from the getgo! The fic is called Don't Trust Them (Trust Me) and you should go read it if you like somewhat dark stuff. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Suicidal Ideation, Illegal Drugs, Substance Abuse, Vomit Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Detective Castiel, Fake Dating, Slow Burn, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Homophobia (mostly John), Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Posting Date: October 22, 2025

Marlon “Mar” Williams

Marlon is the ultimate villain. While generous, loving, and self-sacrificial towards people he loves, Mar is a fanatic who sees any sacrifice worth it if it serves to achieve his long-term goal. In the Packrunners’verse it’s his pack and kids he’s fanatic about, but in other ‘verses he’s part of, he’s been fanatic about other things, and then his kids pay the price instead.

Mar is intelligent and has a predisposition towards mental illnesses, that’s been enhanced by a lot of early trauma. He suffers from chronic insomnia since his brain won’t shut off, and regulates that by taking drugs on and off. He feels things more acutely than most, repressing his feelings until it instead comes out in explosions of violent anger. He’s got abandonment issues that makes him possessive and controlling towards people he loves. He’s aware of it, and tries not to let those sides of him take over. Despite his possessiveness, he will let a loved one go if they insist on leaving him. Instead, he’ll withdraw and stew in self-pity and feelings of abandonment. He’s prone to grand gestures, and there’s literally nothing he wouldn’t do for a loved one or the cause he’s devoted himself to. His intelligence makes him able to figure out far-reaching and long-term consequences for actions, and helps him set up goals that can span over decades or even centuries. However, he’s got a huge blind-spot for personal relationships, and often misreads people when his feelings get too involved.

He’s ambitious in everything he does, always striving to be the best. He hates authority and rebels any force trying to get him to conform, but will act proper if it suits his purposes. He’s vain, and loves clothes, makeup, and jewelry. When he’s young he wears a lot of flamboyant attire. As an adult he has a more conventional style to suit his goals, abandoning visible makeup, colorful skirts, and eye-catching jewelry in favour of three-piece suits with “acceptable” accessories.

Marlon’s the ultimate villain, not because he’s evil and wishes harm to people, but because he’s fanatic about his causes and has a limited ability to empathize with people he’s never met. That’s why, even if he’s fighting for a good cause, he’s very dangerous. Whenever I write him, he’s born into privilege on the top shelf of the upper class. 

Marlon is tall, has light brown hair, and intense ice-blue eyes, and his flare is lilac. His hair is wavy/curly. When it’s short he’ll comb it when it’s wet to force it straight, but when he’s got long hair he’ll let it be and allow the curls to do their thing. At that length it’s common to see corkscrew locks in his hair.

Laurent Hale

Laurent belongs to the New York Hales core. He’s short, easy-going, and friendly. He’s a social butterfly whose job it is to sell drugs. He loves to swim, and therefore took a lot of damage from the EB50 pollution in the ocean, growing up. He’s getting treatment, but his body will eventually give up prematurely. Before he got medical treatment he developed an addiction to drugs that he used to combat fatigue and pain. His positive and chipper attitude comes from an acceptance of his inevitable death. He sees each new day as a blessing, and manages to hold onto that view even in the worst of times. His acceptance is a form of defeat that renders him free from envy, greed, or jealousy. His lack of expectation also means he takes a lot more joy in positive things that happens to him compared to his ambitious friends. He’s a great fighter, but hates hurting people. His only living close relative is his cousin Malicia Hale.

His flare color is blue.

Malicia Hale

Mentally unstable after losing many close family members as a child, then experiencing even more misfortune and loss of loved ones as an adult, she runs a high risk for snapping and succumbing to severe mental illness. However, if she gets stability, love, and support before it is too late, she’ll instead become a fiercely skilled healer dedicated to stopping others from experiencing the sorrow and anguish she had to go through. She loves to dance and is very good at it.

She’s suspicious and prone to bitterness. To gain her trust, you first have to prove your devotion and loyalty. A fierce and fearless fighter who, before chronic depression and trauma takes its toll, has the opportunity to find her calling as a field medic.

She grew up in the criminal pack, the New York Hales, and despite its impracticality, refused to cut her hair. Her long glossy hair is widely admired by many. Her flare color is blue, and her primary eye color is dark brown, nearly black. Her features are too sharp to be considered conventionally beautiful according to Prog standards, but let’s face it, if she gets to be happy she’s gorgeous. <3

Marshall Adam Swift

Marshall of the New York Swifts. Tall, athletic guy who doesn’t talk overly much unless he’s completely comfortable in a company. He’s kindhearted and thinks before he acts. He’s hard to anger. Although not impulsive, he’ll never hesitate to put himself between his loved ones and danger. Emotionally stable and would make an awesome mate, if the other characters I write weren’t too damaged to be romantically drawn to wholesome people.

He’s far from an outcast in his pack, but unconsciously he’s searching for something different. He loves his pack but doesn’t really feel that that’s what he’s meant to do with his life and ultimately that’s why he ends up with his friends at The Sanctuary. Yellow flare, that he’s showing off in the pic at low luminosity.

Artist’s note: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING! Look, I’ve barely drawn any PoC in my life, and lately, the pressure to “do it right” has given me so high anxiety about backlash for not mastering it to perfection at the first try, I seriously considered not posting at all. I live in a small town in Sweden so I don’t see many black people IRL. I tried using a photo to pick a color palette but messed that up even worse. If you’ve got concrit about coloring or the hair or the lips - it’s welcome, okay?

Aiden Matthew Williams

Marlon Williams’ older brother. Outwardly he’s friendly, charming, proper, responsible, and strives for excellency to please his overachieving parents and grandparent. Inwardly he struggles with a lot of guilt and anxiety. He’s got a good sense of empathy. Most people think he could never do anything wrong, but his closest friends know he does a lot of drugs. He loves math and finds it relaxing. Most of his time is devoted to keeping an eye on his wildcard younger brother. A very skilled fighter that takes a lot of psychological damage from being violent. Has tendencies to become overbearing and angry when someone he loves put themselves in danger.

Light blond, proper haircuts, deep-set hazel-green eyes that appears to shift between hazel and green depending on his mood. In the Packrunner’verse his flare color is red.

I hated it with every fiber of my being. Worst part? I moved a lot, changing schools, and for some reason I ended up in classes just as they were about to read it 3 times! The book is tedious, boring, and all the characters are unsympathetic.

The only real joy I got out of it was making the art for the book report. No, we weren’t supposed to make art for our essays, experiments, homework and book reports, but I always did anyway and they couldn’t stop me.

So here. Have my picture of the dwarf, his lord, and his lord’s Machiavellian boots, then skip out of reading that absolute garbage that The Dwarf is.

Whoop!

This is my contribution to Stucky big bang this year and I’m telling you I’ve been cursed. Both Bangs I’ve participated in have been haunted by bad stuff happening IRL and I’m blessed by super patient writers.

I absolutely LOVED this fic, Never Broken by Neonbat. It hits close to home since not only have I lived with someone suffering from PTSD and severe depression, I work with people with different handicaps and mental disabilities. War vet Bucky, and Steve in a wheelchair both ticked boxes that fit in my personal life. I can seriously recommend you go read and am grateful for getting to work with Neonbat. <3

Rating: Explicit Fic Warning(s): albiest views, depression, suicidal thoughts, Sexual harassment(Not by Bucky or Steve), nonidealized disability, admittedly idealized care home because they deserve it xD. PTSD. Summary: Bitter, injured veteran Bucky Barnes enrolls himself into a care facility instead of wanting to be a burden on his sisters. He wants to be left alone and retreats into his room with the barest of human interaction. He never accounts on Steve Rogers to make the decision for him that they are friends and gets dragged along in Steve’s gravity. He never expects to care, never expects to look at a guy that should rightly be bitter and angry about his lot in life and see optimism and strength. More than that, he never expects to try after giving up.

Link to fic: Never Broken  Link to Masterpost

Art Master post for Dean/Cas Big Bang Fic: Combustion or Burning

I was really happy I got my first choice this year. I loved the fic and my writer was very patient with me when everything fell apart for me IRL, making the art take a lot longer than it usually would. But the fic was great, and I was very inspired by it despite running into an art block. I especially fell in love with young Dean and Sam, and their tragic upbringing. A huge thank you to Peppermiintplease for letting me be her artist.<3<3<3 Now go read her fic! (links will be up and running in a few minutes)

Author: peppermiints-please Artist: Coplins

Rating: Explicit Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester/Other(s), Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Summary: Dean is being chased by fires. Everywhere they live, there’s a fire, and it’s always connected to him. Dean does what he has to provide for his family, and John keeps them on the move. But when Sam goes away to Stanford, Dean’s left alone to run from the fires in the van he’s outfitted to live in. It’s only when he stops running and goes to college in San Francisco that he finds what he needs. And what he needs is the support of a dorky TA named Castiel, who gives him a reason to stay put. What happens when the fire catches up?

The Sword and the Flame - Art Masterpost

Okay, folks, it’s that time of the year again; Dean Cas Big Bang! This story is a Destiel take on the tale of Zorro. :D I had a lot of fun drawing their clothing and chose Castiel’s outfit to be a play on the clothes he wears in canon. Sadly this year I’ve had to deal with dad dying and the insane heaps of paperwork that brought as well as working two jobs with only one or two days off a month for four months so I didn’t have the time and energy to do all the scenes in this story that I wanted to. I appreciated working with such a sweet and enthusiastic author, so if sword fights and masked vigilantes on horseback is your jam I suggest you click the link and hop on over to the fic to read. ;)

The Sword and the Flame - by Scribo_Vivere

 Summary: The Fox of Spanish California has many enemies, but Capitan Miguel of the Spanish army is proving to be the most difficult to corral. Things only become more complicated when El Zorro finds himself falling in love.

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Dean/Castiel

Tags: Rape/Non-Con, Character Death Outside of Castiel or Dean Winchester, Minor John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Brief Michael/Castiel, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean Winchester, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, AU, Dean Winchester as Zorro

Who needs basic anatomy, amirite? ;D Oh. And I forgot to sign it because of course, I did. :P They were supposed to be simplified chibis but something went wrong along the way and I ended up with these hybrids.

A little cheer me up for @spnyoucantkeepmedown <3 A how they met Samifer AU.

Lucifer’s seen the boy around. He and his big brother moved here a couple of weeks ago. The boy’s big brother is a jock just like his own big brother but the boy himself? Quiet. Reclusive. Always toting around books. Long hair that makes him look like a boy band reject. And he has the most innocent puppy eyes Luci’s ever seen.

So maybe Luci’s been staring a little. So what? He stares at everybody. It makes people uncomfortable, which is fun. But this little fucker? He stares back. He doesn’t show any reaction when Luci makes faces at him, winks or does lewd gestures. He just stares. Maybe he’s like their cousin Castiel in Illinois, who either stare at people unabashedly or forgets that eye contact is an actual thing. Who rocks himself when he’s stressed, refuses to eat if he doesn’t get the same damn thing every day, hits himself in the head when he’s happy and freaks the fuck out if anyone touches him. It’s lucky Cas and his big brother Gabe live several states away or Cas with his adorable confused squint and gummy smile would deteriorate Luci’s bad boy reputation in the span of a week. He’s just too adorable and awakens something fiercely protective in Luci.

Luci hopes this boy isn’t like Cas because Luci would very much like to touch this boy. He’s one year younger than Luci and he might be the cutest boy in existence.

Luci’s squatting leaned against the edge of the sidewalk outside their school, smoking, when he sees the boy. He stares at the boy while sucking a deep lungful of smoke. The boy glances to his side, meets Luci’s gaze, and stops to stare back unabashedly.

“Yo, squid! Come here!” Luci calls out to him. The boy looks startled and looks around before looking back at Luci. “Yeah, you, bonehead! Come here!”

The boy hesitates for a beat before closing the distance books pressed to his chest. He stops six feet away with his head bowed shyly. He’s so pretty Luci hardly knows what to do with himself when he looks up at Luci through his boy band-bangs. “What do you want?”

Luci pats the sidewalk beside him slowly with a smirk. “Come. Sit.”

The boy hesitates for a beat then comes to sit beside him. Suddenly he frowns and juts his chin out. “I’m not doing your homework for you, if that’s what you think.”

Luci scowls. “Do I look stupid to you? I can do my homework myself, thank you very much,” he scoffs.

“So what do you want, Lucifer?”

That just isn’t fair. The boy knows his name already. “Your name, for starters.”

“It’s Sam. Sam Winchester.” Sam looks around seemingly restless or stressed.

“Wanna cut class and go hang in the park, Sammy?” Luci asks and takes a drag on his cigarette.

“Can’t say that I do,” Sam answers with a lopsided smirk and refocuses on Luci. He’s got dimples. Fucking dimples. Luci feels like letting out a happy sigh.

“What’s the matter? ‘Fraid your brother will see you hanging with the school bad boy?”

“Pfft. Hardly likely since he’s currently trading blowjobs with your brother behind the bleachers,” Sam deadpans. What the hell happened with the shyness?

“With Mikey? My Mikey? No way. He’s straight.”

Sam smirks lopsidedly again, all cocky and amused he plucks the cigarette out of Luci’s hand. “Oh yeah? Does he know that? Or did you forget to tell him?” he jokes before he takes a drag on the pilfered cig and hands it back.

Luci laughs in bemusement. Quiet, reclusive, book-nerd Sammy is a sassy little shit. Luci takes another breath of smoke while looking at the pretty boy beside him. He blows out smoke and smirks. “You wanna go tell them to fuck off because it’s our turn to have a go?” he suggests jokingly. He talks a lot of shit. 90% of what comes out of Luci’s mouth is usually pure bullshit but if Sam were to say yes he’d swallow the panic of risking a public spectacle and go with it.

“No. That’d be dumb. You know how big the risk of getting interrupted would be?”

Luci’s eyes bug. “That’s your problem with it?”

“Look. I’m just sayin’…” Sam mutters and looks at the ground cheeks getting an unmistaken tint of pink.

“Have you ever traded BJs with someone?” Luci wants to know and kills the cigarette by pressing the glowing cherry onto the tarmac. Sam glowers at him but doesn’t answer. Luci sniggers. “Have you ever even kissed anyone?”

Sam’s shyness returns with a vengeance. He refuses to look at Luci, hugs the books to his chest and looks at the ground with cheeks burning crimson. It screams ‘No’ as loud as any word ever could.

Luci sits looking at him quietly for a moment, biting his lip in thought. Luck favours the brave, right? “Hey, squirt, do you wanna cut class and go to my place to look at my book collection?” he asks. Sam looks up with a curious glint in his puppy eyes. Luci smirks cockily. “I do read, you know?”

Sam’s nervous all the way home to Luci. He doesn’t relax until Luci lets him into his room and he sees the wall to floor bookcases with books from every genre. By then Luci’s the one who’s nervous. Sam goes around the room dragging his fingers along the book spines, exclaiming delightedly with dimples of doom drilled into his cheeks and starlight in his eyes. Luci’s heart hammers so hard in his chest he feels like throwing up. He’s not used to this. Some dumbass boy turning his knees to jelly and his belly to a zoo just by smiling. But nobody can call Luci a coward. He’s a lot of things, but not that. So when he’s let Sam look around and marvel for a bit he sidles up to Sam and throws an arm around his shoulders casually, turning his head towards Sam with the cockiest smirk he can fake and says “So, you wanna read or make out?”

Sam’s breath falters and he turns his face towards Luci with lips slightly parted in surprise. He swallows, pulse racing so fast Luci can see it. “I don’t know. Tough choice,” he answers hoarsely.

Luci wants to kiss him so badly. He can feel Sam’s breath on his face but suddenly he’s unsure if Sam wants it or if he suddenly got scared. Fuck, but the guy hasn’t even kissed anyone before. He huffs. “No, it’s not.” Luci points at one of his bookcases. “I’ve got every book Terry Pratchett ever wrote over there. And over there you’ve got biographies of the most interesting people in history. And there you’ve got Koontz, King, Morrell, Clavell, and Clancy. And–”

Sam’s soft lips on his shut him up. It’s soft and chaste and makes fireworks explode in his whole being. He opens his mouth to taste Sam and is let in for a slow French kiss that has him floating on air. They break the kiss to stare at each other, breath coming in rough puffs and cheeks burning crimson. Suddenly Sam grins with a playful twinkle in his eyes. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna go with reading.”

Luci scowls and opens his mouth to protest but Sam sniggers and twists around to kiss him again.

Sam’s a teasing little shit. Luci’s about to learn that first kiss or not, Sam is a lot more than meets the eyes. It takes a full year for their big brothers to figure out that they’re dating since they’re much too preoccupied with their own on-off relationship. A decade down the line when Luci marries the now jolly giant of a booknerd he fell in love with, their brothers are their best men and nobody’s sure if Michael and Dean are currently dating or just banging each other out of spite. 

Unedited quick watercolour painting of Gadreel for  A MATE HE CAN’T REFUSE By @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell (posted individually for reblogging purposes.)

Illustration for  A MATE HE CAN’T REFUSE By @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell  (posted individually for reblogging purposes.)

Illustration for  A MATE HE CAN’T REFUSE By @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell  (posted individually for reblogging purposes.)

A MATE HE CAN’T REFUSE By @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

Here’s my art for Lucibae’s Michael/Gadreel ABO mafia!AU fic in the Rare Pair Rock Bang. :D I want to do another picture too, and I will (in time) but my dad died and turned my life upside down. Until further notice - enjoy this. ;) The story is littered with rare characters and has several rare background pairings. :D 

Fun fact: The angel in the painting in the room behind the couch is an old self-portrait. ^^ Luci is a teasing little shit gesturing for Mikey to move closer to Gadreel on the couch. ;)

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