I'm Hellion Cat (or just Hellion or Cat, or even HC if you're freaky), I make art and talk about animals and my favorite shows and movies! I post everything in here because I can't be bothered to make a side blog.
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Thank you so much for commissioning me @samanddean76!
This was such a fun piece to work on, especially those tattoos and wings, and sastiel is such a fun pairing. If the image is anything to go on, the scene this is for will be so... MMMMmmmm.
I'll be sure to link the fic this is for once it's posted
for the Ropes day of Restraintstiel Week I present you scene from the prince x barbarian AU, formatted in the pulp romance novel format - tits out, shirt ripped, flowers đ¸
Aaand that's all for restraintstiel week. This one is a combination of dealer's choice of restraints; Cas being "restrained" by being trapped in the empty, and the other meaning of "free" as well. Can't keep Cas stuck forever, right?
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7
I know I know, this is a day late. I went on a day trip to the coast, and this piece decided to be difficult (not shown: the hour of futzing with the wings in the sketch)
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7
Bonus alt day 6 comic I drew in the car (petrification):
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This one needed an accompanying story, so below the cut you can read about it in my first fic:
Feathers and Iron
Deanâs toothy grin was unnerving, even to Castiel, who had seen all number of disturbing things, including Dean torturing souls in hell.
âRattle those chains all you want, Cas,â Dean sneered, âIâm not going to release youâ
Castiel continued to pull at his handcuffs, ignoring Deanâs comment. The metal rubbed against the thin fur of his wrists and cut into his skin. Castielâs already half-bare wings werenât faring much better, clamped shut and strung up at an uncomfortable angle by their own bindings. Even if he werenât bound by supernatural handcuffs, in his weakened state, Castiel may not have been able to break out of his restraints. He was no better than an ordinary cat at this point.
âDean, you can still be saved. Let us finishâ"
âDid you ever consider that I may not want to be saved,â Dean interrupted. âWhat if I like being a demon? What if I enjoy the power, the freedom?â
âThis is the Mark talking. You donât really want that, I know you, Dean,â professed Castiel.
Dean circled around Castiel to face him. âHow do you know that? How can you be sure that I donât want this, Cas?â Dean shouted as his eyes flashed inky black.
Castiel fell silent. He turned his gaze toward Sam, who lay unconscious in the corner of the dungeon, a syringe of human blood held limply in his paw. Sam had been overpowered by his brother before Castiel had arrived. If Dean had really wanted to hurt his brother, he could have killed him by now.
âI donât believe you really intend to hurt us, to hurt me,â finally replied Castiel, as he stared up into Deanâs eyes defiantly.
âYou think Iâm not going to hurt you? Iâm a demon! Youâre an angel! Albeit a sorry excuse for one,â Dean snarled, pressing in toward Castiel, intensifying their eye contact for what felt like ages.
The large German Shepherd pulled back with a curt exhale from his glistening nose, drawing the First Blade from where it was stashed on his belt.
âSammy, Crowley, Dad, you⌠You all think you know what I want, whatâs best for me,â Dean proclaimed as he paced back behind Castiel. âI can finally escape all of this, live my life for me.â
The rune-engraved manacle around Castielâs right wing was unlocked. The chain rattled as its tension was released and the manacle swung freely, replaced by the firm grip of Deanâs paw on the angelâs tattered wing.
Castiel followed Deanâs movement with his eyes, turning his head to keep his old friend in his field of view.
âWhy are you even here? Donât you have angel business to attend to?â Dean asked coyly, grazing his tongue across his blade. âYou donât really care what happens to me, I was just a âhuman in your chargeâ, well now Iâm not even human.â
âI am here because I do care, Dean,â Castiel whispered.
âHah! Weâll see about that!â Dean laughed as he brought the blade down on the shoulder of Castielâs wing.
The sound of tearing muscle and separating bone was inaudible beneath Castielâs screams. The First Blade, though effective at killing anything its edge met, was not the sharpest cutting implement, making it all the better as an instrument of torture. Castielâs eyes glowed electric blue, his back arched away from the blade as Dean cut, he continued screaming as the first wing fell to the ground.
The light that hung from the dungeon ceiling burst, raining sparks down around them. All light in the room was now that which Castiel emitted.
Dean continued to cut, moving on to the left wing. âDo you really care about me? Iâm a monster, Cas! And I always have been. I hurt everyone around me," Dean yelled. The light was reflecting off of Dean's blackened eyes.
The blade cut through the last of the flesh connecting Castiel's wing to his back.
"Everyone I loveâŚ"
Castiel slumped into Dean, the loose wing still hanging by the chain that bound it, as his wrists were released from the cuffs.
"I'm so sorry, Cas. So, so sorry," Dean whimpered as the blackness of his eyes faded. He brought them both to the floor.
Catching his breath, Castiel muttered, "like you said, I wasn't much of an angel anyway."
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Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7
This one needed an accompanying story, so below the cut you can read about it in my first fic:
Feathers and Iron
Deanâs toothy grin was unnerving, even to Castiel, who had seen all number of disturbing things, including Dean torturing souls in hell.
âRattle those chains all you want, Cas,â Dean sneered, âIâm not going to release youâ
Castiel continued to pull at his handcuffs, ignoring Deanâs comment. The metal rubbed against the thin fur of his wrists and cut into his skin. Castielâs already half-bare wings werenât faring much better, clamped shut and strung up at an uncomfortable angle by their own bindings. Even if he werenât bound by supernatural handcuffs, in his weakened state, Castiel may not have been able to break out of his restraints. He was no better than an ordinary cat at this point.
âDean, you can still be saved. Let us finishâ"
âDid you ever consider that I may not want to be saved,â Dean interrupted. âWhat if I like being a demon? What if I enjoy the power, the freedom?â
âThis is the Mark talking. You donât really want that, I know you, Dean,â professed Castiel.
Dean circled around Castiel to face him. âHow do you know that? How can you be sure that I donât want this, Cas?â Dean shouted as his eyes flashed inky black.
Castiel fell silent. He turned his gaze toward Sam, who lay unconscious in the corner of the dungeon, a syringe of human blood held limply in his paw. Sam had been overpowered by his brother before Castiel had arrived. If Dean had really wanted to hurt his brother, he could have killed him by now.
âI donât believe you really intend to hurt us, to hurt me,â finally replied Castiel, as he stared up into Deanâs eyes defiantly.
âYou think Iâm not going to hurt you? Iâm a demon! Youâre an angel! Albeit a sorry excuse for one,â Dean snarled, pressing in toward Castiel, intensifying their eye contact for what felt like ages.
The large German Shepherd pulled back with a curt exhale from his glistening nose, drawing the First Blade from where it was stashed on his belt.
âSammy, Crowley, Dad, you⌠You all think you know what I want, whatâs best for me,â Dean proclaimed as he paced back behind Castiel. âI can finally escape all of this, live my life for me.â
The rune-engraved manacle around Castielâs right wing was unlocked. The chain rattled as its tension was released and the manacle swung freely, replaced by the firm grip of Deanâs paw on the angelâs tattered wing.
Castiel followed Deanâs movement with his eyes, turning his head to keep his old friend in his field of view.
âWhy are you even here? Donât you have angel business to attend to?â Dean asked coyly, grazing his tongue across his blade. âYou donât really care what happens to me, I was just a âhuman in your chargeâ, well now Iâm not even human.â
âI am here because I do care, Dean,â Castiel whispered.
âHah! Weâll see about that!â Dean laughed as he brought the blade down on the shoulder of Castielâs wing.
The sound of tearing muscle and separating bone was inaudible beneath Castielâs screams. The First Blade, though effective at killing anything its edge met, was not the sharpest cutting implement, making it all the better as an instrument of torture. Castielâs eyes glowed electric blue, his back arched away from the blade as Dean cut, he continued screaming as the first wing fell to the ground.
The light that hung from the dungeon ceiling burst, raining sparks down around them. All light in the room was now that which Castiel emitted.
Dean continued to cut, moving on to the left wing. âDo you really care about me? Iâm a monster, Cas! And I always have been. I hurt everyone around me," Dean yelled. The light was reflecting off of Dean's blackened eyes.
The blade cut through the last of the flesh connecting Castiel's wing to his back.
"Everyone I loveâŚ"
Castiel slumped into Dean, the loose wing still hanging by the chain that bound it, as his wrists were released from the cuffs.
"I'm so sorry, Cas. So, so sorry," Dean whimpered as the blackness of his eyes faded. He brought them both to the floor.
Catching his breath, Castiel muttered weakly, "like you said, I wasn't much of an angel anyway."
Saw your cat/panther Cas drawing and, first of all, gorgeous. Now I hate to be that guy (but I love to be that guy) but is Cas' true form a leopard or a jaguar? Since "panther" isn't really an animal but really a name we give to leopards/ jaguars with melanism. Just curious if you had thought about that :3
LOVE YOUR ART!!
@hellion-cat hey look, I found a fellow furry
Cat asked me this same question. I imagine Cas would be a jaguar. he has the vibe
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