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p3ngu · 5 days

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Reuploading that post because it did pretty poorly last night (sorry) (it's worth a try) (long time no posting I hope everyone is doing well) (I'm watching TOS Star Trek to see is the fandom legends about Spirk are true and I must say: Spock is quite endearing, I get it).

#Pengu talks

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p3ngu · 1 month

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Broken (The Worst Is Over Now) | Rated: T | 45,229

Author: Trenchcoat_Paradigm | Artist: P3ngu

Dean almost couldn’t believe it when he saw that huddled body swaddled in a tan trenchcoat sitting in the middle of the dungeon floor. Cas was back. After months of searching, digging through the archives to find a way to drag his ass out of the Empty, they had finally done it.

But something was wrong.

This wasn’t the Castiel that smiled up at him with a tearful goodbye after revealing his true happiest moment. This was a wild, snarling beast of a man, warped and twisted, feral thanks to the damage of the Empty. A man who would probably rip out Dean’s throat rather than confess his love.Even when Dean breaks through that wild exterior, he discovers that Castiel still thinks he’s trapped in the hell that is the Empty. That nothing around him is real.

Dean just has to get through to him.

Link to fic | Link to art

Pairings: Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen

Warnings: None

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix it fic, Angst With Happy Ending, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Human Castiel.

Submitted by: Trenchcoat_Paradigm

#It's hard to believe it's already been posted!#This was lots of fun #and a challenge! I have no practice drawing irl people #I had to look at quite a few references of Cas and Dean #and I still had to go back before uploading the final pieces and fix quite a few things #i hope everyone who gives the story a try enjoys it!#Trenchcoat Paradigm deserves all the credit #A few doodles can not compare to the 9 chapters they wrote!

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p3ngu · 1 month

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"That feral look in his eye, that raw snarl, the pure rage that twisted his face… what the hell had happened to him?"

My part of the collaboration with Trenchcoat_Paradigm for @deancaspinefest !!

Do give their story a read! It's got a bit of everything: angst, a sneaky dog and cuddles. I had the pleasure of enjoying the story while it was still a draft and I enjoyed it enormously!

I have not been part of an event like this one in a very long time, and although I only watched Supernatural for the first time this past summer, I couldn't help applying. It was a lot of fun :)

#Supernatural #Dean Winchester #Castiel #deancas #fanart

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p3ngu · 2 months

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Hey guys!! It's almost the TENTH YEAR ANNIVERSARY of s1!!

I am super excited to (re)announce In the Name of Love!

This is a 1000000000% FREE Zine to show our love/appreciation for Boueibu as a whole

Application here

This is open to all and I'm only asking for applications so we have you all in one place

The application timeline is actually pretty open so if you "miss" it, send me a message and I can hook you up with it all

Again this is FREE. I am getting NO MONEY for this. I just wanted to do something fun and big for this show turning TEN!!!

This includes ALL of Boueibu. Even Pre-s1!

You can crossover HK And Love if you wanted or whatever! This is just a appreciation zine ♥️♥️♥️ please have fun with it!!!

The emails are just so I can send you the discord link and nothing else! Nothing else to your inbox 😂

#mmmm #Looks fun #reblog

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p3ngu · 3 months

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Broken (The Worst Is Over Now)

Author: Trenchcoat_Paradigm | Artist: P3ngu

Posting on Friday March 29

Dean almost couldn’t believe it when he saw that huddled body swaddled in a tanned trench coat sitting in the middle of the dungeon floor. Cas was back. After months of searching, digging through the archives to find a way to drag his ass out of the Empty, they had finally done it. But something was wrong. This wasn’t the Castiel that smiled up at him with a tearful goodbye after reliving his true happiest moment. This was a wild snarling beast of a man, warped and twisted feral thanks to the damage of the Empty. A man who would probably rip out Dean’s throat rather than confess his love. Even when Dean breaks through that wild exterior, he discovers that Castiel still thinks he’s trapped in the hell that is the Empty. That nothing around him is real. Dean just has to break through to him.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

It was no longer bubbling as the mass took a more solid form, going from a puddle on the ground and growing into an arching peak. Shoulders, something in the back of Dean’s mind told him. It looks like shoulders, and a head.

The breath was stolen straight from his lungs as he realised that his theory had been right on the money. The form continued to shift into something that looked almost human. The black ooze melted away, almost like it had been absorbed by the thing it had produced. “Not a thing! A person hunched over, crouching.” His shoulders curled in on himself as he sat crouched to the floor, his back facing them. An oddly reminiscent pose that Dean had seen only once before, sat at the river side in the greying afterlife of Purgatory. The tails of tan trench coat pooled around him dusting the floor, the muss of dark hair just visible from where his head bowed, disappearing behind the huddle of shoulders.

It was like he was experiencing some kind of outer body thing, not feeling anything but just left watching. His legs felt heavy, like magnets were keeping him tethered to the ground and it was sheer willpower alone that he didn’t fall to his knees at that moment. Every emotion he had been keeping at bay the past months battled for attention inside his head, but their fighting war was counterintuitive, not being able to focus on a single thing essentially made him numb. He just stared blankly at the unmoving huddled figure in the middle of the dungeon floor.

He didn’t even realise he had moved until he was on top of him. Hand tentatively reaching to lay on his shoulder. A solid warmth beneath his palm and a breathy whisper escaped his lips. “… C… Cas?”

It all happened so fast that Dean didn’t even have time to process it—not until the shackles were around Castiel’s wrists.

That tanned shoulder flinched away like he had been burned, as eyes bluer than the midday sky turned sharply to consider him, but they soon clouded over with a dark storm of fury. His lips pinched into a snarling grimace as he lunged at Dean with a spitting and foaming-at-the-mouth feral roar. A hand locked around his throat as Dean was rushed backwards head colliding with the solid concrete wall and those fingers around his windpipe squeezed tight.

He saw his own panicked look in the dark of his eye as he gasped for air, not clouded over like a demon, they were still blue—beautifully blue—but there was something else to that stare, a haunted fearful look that Dean almost didn’t recognise beyond the fury.

Dean didn’t even fight back.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Friday March 29)

#That's me!#Yes I have watched Supernatural #Cas is difficult to draw I am trying my best over here

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p3ngu · 3 months

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