i accidentally the apocalypse

I guess I just purposefully avoid drawing the same poses over and over again, so I sort of have to come up with something new everytime, and that is a thing that kind of gets a little easier each time you do it… I do look up references, but not that often; I’m aiming to be as independent as possible

So yes, I do a whole lot of sketching 

are u ok

Bloggers I’ve thought of recently:

1. you
2. Lettiebobettie
3. Garama
4. Fussgerecht
5. Garfieldminusgarfield

Unpopular opinions:

1. I don’t really like the leviathans ??
2. I don’t like Metallica, Guns n’ Roses or Iron Maiden just because I don’t like the singing styles of the vocalists
3. I think the SS uniforms from the old nazi reign are hot (sorryy..)
4. I don’t think piercings are pretty in general. Always an exception to the rule though
5. I don’t like playing games with a mouse or on a computer at all. It has to be a console, or I’ll pee on something.

You should go for what you think most people would understand. Submit the original art you like best, and you have put the most heart into. If you don’t have much original art (like me orz), pick the piece that you think most people would understand, and that takes as little explaining as possible.

Does that help? I don’t even know x)

pffffhaha you’re not the first tbh

Oh wowow I don’t know when I got this message but I tried to be as quick as possible, i didn’t take the time. and the OTP thing is a little vague, but as long as you use your imagination I guess you’ll have no trouble figuring it out.

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Castiel witnessed the planet teem with life underneath him. He shifted, his wings shuddered in the cold chill of the wind and he snuggled deeper into his coat. His breath flew from his mouth in a wispy curl of fog that evaporated as quickly as they came. The moist air was starting to drench his clothes, not that he acknowledged the clammy discomfort on his skin much. He had other things to care about.

He looked down onto the street below. People were so small, yet they seemed so big, so much like giants compared to his ever fading grace. But it wasn’t the power of their bright souls that left the angel with a painful jab of jealousy. Castiel watched a woman enter a taxi and could vaguely hear her tell the driver to get her to the airport as quick as possible. Looking further to the left, a man in a suit and umbrella in hand run across the road and nearly slipping on the wet leaves of a maple tree that had been shedding it’s red leaves for days by now. Down to the right, a little girl held an old woman’s hand, helping her over the road.

Why did all these people have such peaceful lives, with their ordinary happiness, with ordinary troubles, ordinary routines, that they could share with their ordinary friends and loved ones, while he was destined for something so much bigger?

Castiel closed his eyes, sucking in a breath. The air stung in his throat, the smell of rain was a constant, but a familiar sensation. He stepped closer to the edge of the tall building on which he stood, gazing down on the entrance of the motel. He followed the road underneath him with his eyes, passing the old woman and the girl, the running man with the umbrella, looking farther than the taxi that was now far away from the visual range of a human. He could still see the red rear lights of the yellow car, still hear the woman talking, most likely in her telephone, of how she would make it in time, she would see her son again…

Castiel looked back over the rooftops of the city.  The rain was pouring now, showering him and drenching him from head to toe in just a few seconds. Fog materialized over the landscape. He couldn’t see farther than the next building, and the girl and the old woman and the man with the umbrella and the woman in the taxi was now long gone. In those few seconds he had observed those little giants below him, he had somehow felt attached to them, and their departure left him hollow. Sad. The phone in his pocket started to ring, and the fog lifted, and he jumped.

It’s kinda weird to explain

you use, like, photoshop to paint in the wings frame by frame

and you need a lot of patience which i don’t really have

but it’s like drawing mustaches on people in the newspaper

only you draw the same mustache many times on the same picture

I honestly don’t know about the writing part (because the only time i had to write was during the vacation, which is growing shorter by the second), but I promise I’ll draw a lot more and maybe post a comic page or two. 

And yes, car references

car references everywhere

man, sorry i didn’t reply sooner i’m just an airhead who can’t get things done. :d But thanks a lot for appreciating me and my stuff, it makes me very happy knowing I inspire people. :> And do draw everyday; it helps with experience and all that jazz by a TON. :D And you’re a beautifully fabulous person who takes your time to appreciate others. Just continue arting and being awesome and I’ll go hide back in my wardrobe again…

Yes I am, going on 17 this October. ^^ 

Thank you very much :D

Oh thanks, I’m glad you like it. ^^ I plan on drawing some more from it, but I don’t know for how long or how much I’ll draw. But I have a plot in my mind that I might illustrate. We’ll see ;P

(I usually keep my fantasies and AU’s completely gen, but I guess I can add some destiel and/or wincestiel but I don’t know xDD)

seems like we’re

together alone

Oh it’s definitely cold here

I won’t say too much about the pancakes though. But we don’t use syrup on them as far as i know. and we like having jam and some sugar on them and then we roll them up and eat them like hotdogs.

Thank you very much <3 I have vowed to myself that I have to draw something every day, no matter what i’m doing or how inappropriate it may be… if you do that long enough, you’re bound to see some progress. ^^

oh and here’s some Sammy for you: