#Lyc'sArt

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Imagine if Sukuna's Rabbit Escape had changed like Nue and Divine Dogs...🤔

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While one indestructible finger still remains, Sukuna can never die...

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Marble Heart

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Updated to add my first fledgling attempt at making digital art! Many mistakes were made. 😅

When is a Feather Not a Feather?

The original prompt inspiration. Format is like this because this was originally a series of tweets.

Dean’s brow knitted as he stared at his empty palm, ‘Cas, what am I holding?’ There was an invisible weight resting gently in his left hand, soft and subtle between his fingers as he tried to grasp it with his right. Whatever it was, it both did and did not exist.

Castiel tilted his head as he looked at him, confusion clear on his face, ‘one of my feathers’ his brow furrowed, ‘but you shouldn’t be able to see or feel it.’ Dean felt his eyebrows climb, ‘An angel feather? I didn’t even know you had real feathers; we’ve never seen them.’

Castiel frowned, ‘I don’t; it’s not a feather.’ Dean sighed with barely-concealed exasperation, ‘Cas, you literally just said it was a feather.’ The angel took a step forward and reached out as if to take it, but Dean pulled his hand away, ‘if it’s not a feather, what is it?’

A slight frown curved Castiel’s lips in frustrated, ‘It’s a piece of my true form.’ ‘A piece shaped like a feather?’ Dean clarified. ‘Yes.’ ‘A piece that 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 like a feather?’ he asked, a light, playful curl to his voice. ‘Yes’, Castiel replied curtly, already annoyed.

Fighting to keep the slight quirk from showing on his lips Dean pressed further, ‘A piece of your true form that acts 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?’ Castiel’s stony silence was deafening, and Dean basked in it with barely concealed enjoyment. ‘So, a feather then?’

Castiel huffed lightly, putting his hand out, ‘Just give it back Dean.’ ‘Why can I feel it?’ Dean didn’t realise the curiosity had been eating at him until the question had slithered its way out of his mouth unbidden. When the angel didn’t respond he prompted him again, ‘Cas?’

The smaller man threw his hands up in defeat, ‘Just keep it then Dean, do what you want.’ The hunter looked down at his hand, only to stare transfixed at the pale ghost of a downy shape that now lay shimmering in his palm, soft and iridescent. ‘Cas, why can I see it?'

When his question was met with more silence Dean looked up, surprised to see a shocked look on the angel’s face. ‘Cas?’ Castiel rubbed his eyes wearily, quiet for a long moment before he spoke, ‘It means our bond has grown more profound. It means that I…trust you intimately.’

Dean quirked an eyebrow slightly at the choice of words, but he still didn’t follow, ‘Why would that have changed in the last two minutes?’ Castiel sighed tiredly, ‘Because you’re an idiot...’ ...𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

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When is a Feather Not a Feather?

The original prompt inspiration. Format is like this because this was originally a series of tweets.

Dean’s brow knitted as he stared at his empty palm, ‘Cas, what am I holding?’ There was an invisible weight resting gently in his left hand, soft and subtle between his fingers as he tried to grasp it with his right. Whatever it was, it both did and did not exist.

Castiel tilted his head as he looked at him, confusion clear on his face, ‘one of my feathers’ his brow furrowed, ‘but you shouldn’t be able to see or feel it.’ Dean felt his eyebrows climb, ‘An angel feather? I didn’t even know you had real feathers; we’ve never seen them.’

Castiel frowned, ‘I don’t; it’s not a feather.’ Dean sighed with barely-concealed exasperation, ‘Cas, you literally just said it was a feather.’ The angel took a step forward and reached out as if to take it, but Dean pulled his hand away, ‘if it’s not a feather, what is it?’

A slight frown curved Castiel’s lips in frustrated, ‘It’s a piece of my true form.’ ‘A piece shaped like a feather?’ Dean clarified. ‘Yes.’ ‘A piece that 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 like a feather?’ he asked, a light, playful curl to his voice. ‘Yes’, Castiel replied curtly, already annoyed.

Fighting to keep the slight quirk from showing on his lips Dean pressed further, ‘A piece of your true form that acts 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?’ Castiel’s stony silence was deafening, and Dean basked in it with barely concealed enjoyment. ‘So, a feather then?’

Castiel huffed lightly, putting his hand out, ‘Just give it back Dean.’ ‘Why can I feel it?’ Dean didn’t realise the curiosity had been eating at him until the question had slithered its way out of his mouth unbidden. When the angel didn’t respond he prompted him again, ‘Cas?’

The smaller man threw his hands up in defeat, ‘Just keep it then Dean, do what you want.’ The hunter looked down at his hand, only to stare transfixed at the pale ghost of a downy shape that now lay shimmering in his palm, soft and iridescent. ‘Cas, why can I see it?'

When his question was met with more silence Dean looked up, surprised to see a shocked look on the angel’s face. ‘Cas?’ Castiel rubbed his eyes wearily, quiet for a long moment before he spoke, ‘It means our bond has grown more profound. It means that I…trust you intimately.’

Dean quirked an eyebrow slightly at the choice of words, but he still didn’t follow, ‘Why would that have changed in the last two minutes?’ Castiel sighed tiredly, ‘Because you’re an idiot...’ ...𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. Click here to read more from the collection📚