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And the fic is up! "A Prayer for the Departed and Destroyed."

I made this for the @mitskinaturalbang and my partnership with TakeThisWaltz. Our song inspiration was "I'm Your Man." The fic will go live on the 28th!

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Title: a prayer for the departed and destroyed

Author: TakeThisWaltz

Artist: BasketcaseBetty

Song: I’m Your Man

Posting date: April 28th

Rating: T

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Any archive warnings: None

Top 10 main tags: Post-Season/Series 12, Dean Winchester’s Season 13 Widower Arc, Hurt No Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts,Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Canonical Character Death, Angst, POV Dean Winchester, Grief/Mourning, Canon Compliant

Summary: Dean, lost and grieving after Cas’ death, stumbles upon a chapel in the bunker. He offers up a prayer to a being he believes in more than he ever believed in God, speaking to the empty air feelings he was unable to give voice to before it was too late.

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Find the artist here: basketcasebetty

Find the author here: watchinghimrakeleaves

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I made this for the @mitskinaturalbang and my partnership with TakeThisWaltz. Our song inspiration was "I'm Your Man." The fic will go live on the 28th!

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The fic is live! Go give it a read! Too Frail for Me to Touch

Art for my partnership with @artemis73 for the @mitskinaturalbang. The fic was inspired by the song Humpty <3. You can read the fic on AO3 starting on the 26th!

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My art for the DeanCas Wild West Fest! Check out the super rad fic by IncandescentUmbrage HERE

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Art for my partnership with @artemis73 for the @mitskinaturalbang. The fic was inspired by the song Humpty <3. You can read the fic on AO3 starting on the 26th!

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Supernatural/Blair Witch Project

Ye Mongrel Delvers

Crossover Universe: Blair Witch Project

Artist: @kingdumbass

Author: @nickelkeep

Tags/Warnings: Established Dean/Cas, Blood and Gore, Character Death, Historical Misinformation, Historical Lore, So Get This - Sam was right, Side Sam/Eileen, Cursed Objects/Locations, Vengeful Spirits

Summary:

Things should have been pretty simple when Sam and Eileen took on that bullshit case in Maryland. Dean didn't even think that they needed to go. It was an open-and-shut, don't even need to look twice, textbook example of some emo kid who had seen The Blair Witch Project for the first time and wanted to play copycat.

Until it wasn't.

Now, it's a race against time to find Sam and find out if there's any truth to the urban legend of the Blair Witch.

POSTING DATE: May, the 28th 2024

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Here is the art I made for @rewritetheages! I played around with charcoal and crosshatch brushes for these, so they are in a much different art style than I normally go for, but I think they turned out pretty neat.

The fic was written by the amazing @dwinchester1979 who absolutely deserves the awesome person of the year award! If not for them, I would have been stranded without an art program for the foreseeable future. TYTYTYTYTY!

The fic is set during the Yukon goldrush and features mushers Dean and Cas! Go check it out on AO3! Summary:

Thrown together by chance on trail to Dawson City, Dean and Castiel find themselves getting creative to keep warm. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be enough for Castiel, who for all appearances, succumbs to the cold.

Is anything really what it seems in a world where the sun never goes down?

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Here's some art I did for @mrbotanyb's 2024 Pinefest fic. A Hitchhiker's Guide crossover! Go check it out!

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yoooooooooooo! Go give this a read it's so great!

A Fabulous Evening’s Apocalypse |  Teen and Up |  62,235

Author: MrBotanyB  |  Artist: BasketcaseBetty

Look at it this way: Their trip to the far end of space and time to chase a (very) long shot at freeing Dean from the Mark of Cain could have ended a lot worse than it did. It wasn’t even the worst idea they’d ever had. The so-called Restaurant At the End of the Universe loops endlessly in time through the final hours of Creation while guests dance, eat, and drink until the very last of last calls. A consequence of it being a time loop is that anybody who visits can meet everybody else who was ever there. Even a centuries-dead witch who likes the challenge of lifting unbreakable curses.

It didn’t work out like they’d hoped, but they didn’t die. And Cas did get stranded there for a bit but they got him back. Eventually. So it was fine.

That was then. And now, Sam and Dean are out of ideas for getting Cas out of the Empty. Dean has been thinking a lot about realizing important truths too late, and missed chances, and (very) long shots. And he wonders if the key to rescuing the Cas he lost might just be enlisting the help of the Cas he left behind nearly ten years ago.

If it doesn’t work, at least he’ll get to see Cas one more time.

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Pairings: Dean/Cas (Background Sam/Eileen)

Warnings: (No Archive Warnings Apply)

Tags: Crossover, Time Travel Fix-It, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

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Supernatural/Gremlins

Subsequent (de)Generation

Crossover Universe: Gremlins

Artist: @basketcasebetty

Author: dannigee

Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings, Dean/Castiel, canon compliant (mostly), set in season 5, case fic, idiots in love, the boys use their words (eventually), and their bodies, reduced powers Cas, Sam ships it, Lynn Peltzer is a BAMF, Gizmo was not harmed in the making of this fic, but some gremlins definitely were

Summary: Dean and Cas are fresh off a case and on their way home when a call from Sam sends them on a detour to Kingston Falls, Pennsylvania. Something is plaguing the small town, and its denizens, almost exactly forty years after they barely survived an outbreak of… well, no one can quite agree what it was. Some say “gremlins,” others say some are out of their minds, but Dean and Cas are determined to get to the bottom of it, like they always do. Maybe they’ll also figure out what they mean to each other, along the way.

POSTING DATE: May, the 16th 2024

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Supernatural/Cyberpunk 2077

Do Angels Dream of Electric Sheep?

Crossover Universe: Cyberpunk 2077

Artist: @basketcasebetty

Author: @entropic-saudade

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Endgame Dean/Cas, Minor Character Death, Cyberpunk, SciFi, Canon Typical Violence, (Aftermath of) Mind Control, Mercenary Dean, Sex Worker Cas, Body Modification, Crime, Families of Choice

Summary:

Night City, California, 2077.

After Dad’s death leaves Dean a clan of one, Dean decides to put life on the road in his rearview mirror and follow in his little brother’s footsteps to move to the so-called City of Dreams.

Unable to go the corpo route like Sam, Dean becomes a merc-of-all-trades: smuggling thought-to-be-extinct animals, stealing cars, running drugs, hunting cyberpsychos— anything it takes to make enough eddies to survive and make a name for himself before the lights go out.

When offered a lucrative job to relocate some missing property from Cloud 9, a dollhouse deep in the megabuildings of Westbrook, Dean takes it with little hesitation— only to find that the ‘property’ in question is one of Naomi’s ‘angels’, a doll named Castiel.

Finding the wayward doll is just the beginning, and as the job spirals far beyond a simple bounty hunt, Dean is reminded of what matters most as he discovers a corporate conspiracy lying beneath all the shiny chrome and neon lights of Night City.

Set within the open world of Cyberpunk 2077.

POSTING DATE: May, the 15th 2024

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This fic is seriously the best thing since sliced bread. I was absolutely tickled to have such a rad storyteller pick my silly little artwork. Go read it now!!!

We Got Werk to Do

Artist: BasketcaseBetty

Author: entropic_saudade

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Background Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy, Background Claire Novak/Kaia Nieves

Length: 28060

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Crack Treated Seriously, Drag Queens, Temporary Amnesia, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, Mentioned Canonical Character Death, Families of Choice, Declarations of Love

Summary: Dean stepped into the Empty, expecting nothing but darkness. Instead, he stepped onto the colorful set of the 666th season of RuPaul’s Drag Race, facing off against competitors with very familiar faces. When ‘Lip Sync for your Life’ is literal and ‘elimination’ probably means nothing good, Dean has to embrace all the things he’s been afraid to admit out loud to make a passable drag queen worthy of a season finale, all the while trying to find a way to get through to Cas and get back home.

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My art piece for the DCRB! Inspired by Rupaul's Drag Race. Check out the awesome fic by @entropic-saudade HERE! It's all about Dean collecting Cas from the empty only to find himself in the middle of Drag Race. And things are sure not what they seem...

Banner created by Saudade

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Dead West

By IncandescentUmbrage Art by BasketcaseBetty

Coming to Ao3 on April 25th, 2024

Rated M | 20,000 words | Graphic Depictions of Violence

Inspired by the Dread Nation duology by Justina Ireland, it's the tail end of the 1800s and the dead have just risen. Farmer Dean must make his way from Kansas to California to find law school student Sam and look after him in this terrifying new world. On the way, he meets a preacher--one Castiel Novak--stranded in the desert, and the two team up to watch each other's backs on the journey. It seems the preacher has many secrets, though, and each one shared draws Dean in more. It soon becomes clear that it's not just the undead he'll have to contend with, but his own heart as well.

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The dead rose on a Thursday.

Dean will always remember the day, because he’d just returned to the Winchester family farm, now his after his father… well, the farm had come into his care, anyway. The fields were his to tend, and he’d finished plowing a day earlier than planned, which Cain had remarked upon when Dean had returned to him his kindly lended plow and oxen. Thursday, instead of Friday.

Dean had just gotten Baby settled back in her pasture when he noticed the desiccated corpse of an old farmhand, in defiance of all rationality, shambling across the field toward him. His rotted clothing hung in tatters from limbs long since shriveled to bone and brittle sinew, and his uneven, dragging footsteps left a jagged wake in the neat, even rows Dean had plowed into the soil just that morning. A bloodcurdling cry rattled up from his throat, raising the fine hairs on Dean’s arms and nape.

“Roy, whoa, slow down there,” Dean called, attempting to reason with the man.

It was about as effective as whistling into the wind.

Dean tried a rock next. His aim flew true even without the slingshot he’d carried around as a youth--and, later, bequeathed to his baby brother Sammy--but it did little more than split the paperlike skin still clinging to the rounded front of Roy’s skull before bouncing off uselessly to the ground.

Fresh out of other ideas, Dean ran for the house, and his rifle. He grabbed it from its spot by the door, and ran back out to the porch he’d helped Pa build. Snugged the butt of it against his shoulder, squinted down the sight. Roy was making his way, slow and unsteady, out of the near edge of the field to the track leading up to the house.

Dean aimed for a knee, first. Down Roy smacked into the dirt, sending dust pluming up around his prone body. His responding cry sounded almost indignant, if such a thing were possible, and his clawed fingers reached out, digging into the ground to drag himself forward. From this angle, the gaping wound blasted through the back of his ribcage was just barely visible, peeking out through grisly, mud-stained ribbons of shirt fabric. His empty eye sockets never left Dean, standing there at the top of the porch steps.

Dean clenched his jaw against the wrenching hurt of the decision he was left with, not for the first time in his life. He raised the rifle back to his shoulder, nestled his cheek against the smooth polished wood of the butt. Rested a reluctant finger on the trigger, pulled on an exhale already heavy with sorrow.

Crack.

And Roy rested again, with a new hole between his absent eyes.

What in the hell.

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Good Omens Minisode Minibang: Reverse Bang Edition

This collaborative event invites artists to create your own historical minisode artwork--or put your own spin on one of the existing canonical ‘sodes.

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How it works:

Artists will create an art piece revolving around the theme of Good Omens historical minisodes. Then, in May, all artists will be anonymously paired with an author who will create a short story of at least 3k words based on the artist's piece.

Everyone is welcome to join, whether you are a seasoned pro at fandom events or are brand new to the concept of bang collaborations.

For more info, check out the rules and FAQ linked below.

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Rules || Schedule || FAQ

Sign up here (The form will open March 1st)

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Art created for the SPN Fantasy Reverse Bang! Inspired by A Midsummer Night's Dream.

Check out the accompanying fic written by @wolfiepyxie HERE