Iridescent Demigod

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Hey.

It’s been two years, but I’m thinking of posting on here again, especially since I’ve seen a few new notes. Thank you so much for supporting my work even though I’ve been gone for so long. 

I won’t be posting on this blog, though, I’ll be making a new one and reuploading a few of my more popular works.

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Alright, I will be working on moving posts over, but my new url is here!

Follow backs guaranteed!

Copy and paste version: https://iridescentarts.tumblr.com/

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Hey.

It’s been two years, but I’m thinking of posting on here again, especially since I’ve seen a few new notes. Thank you so much for supporting my work even though I’ve been gone for so long. 

I won’t be posting on this blog, though, I’ll be making a new one and reuploading a few of my more popular works.

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Pink

Doing a small study in a more cartoony style. I’d love some feedback.

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Taking a shot at a comic style thing.

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Blue

Oct 28, 2018

- I kinda get bummed about my art sometimes, but this one made me feel a little better about it.

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Practice with bruising, blood, and tears.

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Doing a study on Connor’s beautiful face

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Pink Connor [DBH] Commission

Requested by: @rapid-oxi-dation

"I want Connor in a pastel sweater and uggs" - Alex 2018 

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Lucille + Walk cycle

One of my other babies.

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Aenon(Nonny) + Walk cycle

Been working on pixel art lately. 

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Toby [June 6, 2018]

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Shivering (Destiel)

[sfw, cuddling, teeth rotting fluff]

This is post season five where there was a different ending.

Dean had never seen Cas tremble before.

Cas was always the strong type, even when he was scared or upset. He was the kind to stare you dead on with a glare while you tortured him, never batting an eye until he was truly afraid, but even then, he didn’t tremble. His eyes would widen and he’d swallow hard, but he never shook.

But as they sat here in the parked Impala in the dead of winter, Dean got to see him start to shake like a tiny dog.

Cas had only been completely human for maybe- six months now? After the shit officially stopped hitting the fan, Cas was completely wingless and neither Sam nor Dean had to be meat suits for either of their designated archangels because both of them were very dead now thanks to some heavy planning and complete stupidity nearing the end of the apocalypse. Well actually, their plan to somehow gank the two had been the end of it.

And since then? Life had returned to normal.

At least, as normal as it ever could be when you were a Winchester.

The only difference was their good old angel buddy was well- no longer an angel. He was entirely tied to his vessel now and it had been rough at him at first, but Dean, remembering that future version of his best friend, was sure to teach him the healthier human habits that Dean didn’t even follow. He’d even convinced him to not touch pills unless it was Advil or some shit like that.

Now, after all this time, Castiel was purely human. He slept, ate, and drank like a Winchester(more like Sam than Dean), and he even had deeper, more clear emotions come to his expressions as he started to get complete feelings like a normal person. He also spent a good deal of time with Dean now that he was around more. They’d gone from good buddies to best friends in an instant. Mostly because they shared a love for Doctor Sexy.

Sam had teased that they’d be making each other bracelets soon.

Until now, though, the only weather Cas’d had to deal with was rain, summer heat, and the softer cool air of fall, but as December started to sweep in the cooler temperatures, Cas had seemed much more- reluctant to go anywhere. He’d asked Dean four times in a row to go pick him up something and hardly left the motel unless they were on a case.

Dean hadn’t realized why until they were here, sitting in the switched off Impala while on watch out for a werewolf, and he literally heard Cas’s teeth chattering. That’s what made his head swing over to look over his friend and he got to see Cas shivering violently in his passenger seat.

“Dude, are you okay?”

Cas side eyed him, obviously trying to still his jaw, and nodded. “Y-yes, Dean, I’m f-f-fine.” His body did not show this answer, as the guy’s shoulders were tense and he was desperately trying to get a thin jacket to wrap around him like a blanket.

Dammit, Dean forgot to buy his adult best friend a coat, didn’t he? Then again, him and Sam usually just had their same jackets unless it got blizzard-y, but Cas didn’t like as many layers as he used to since he now had to dress himself. He hardly had any protection against the dropping temperatures. “You’re freezing, Cas,” Dean said, pointing out the obvious. “D’you want me to turn the heat on?”

“We a-already discussed this,” Cas retorted, almost sounding a bit resentful through his stuttered words. “You were the one- the one who said that we c-couldn’t have the werewolf hearing th-the car. It’s shown more developed h-hearing than most.”

Dean pressed his lips into a tight line. Cas wasn’t wrong. He had said that, so it was only fair that a cold ass Cas throw it in his face. Especially since Dean hadn’t noticed how cold he was sooner. Dean wasn’t sure what else he could do, though. Cas sounded pitiful and looked like he was gonna suffer from hypothermia in the next five minutes if Dean didn’t fix this. Really, there was only one good option: body heat.

For a moment, Dean was more than a little hesitant. And for good reason. Cas was a guy. Dean was a guy. Neither of them were gay- and cuddling? Well, Dean didn’t normally do that with anybody, but he especially wasn’t one to snuggle with a pal. But- but another glance at Cas let him know that it was the only good option.

He stretched out an arm. “C’mere, man.”

Cas’s brow furrowed and unrealistically blue eyes turned towards Dean, soaked in confusion. “I-I don’t understand, D-Dean.”

Right, the guy was not only a virgin, he probably also had never cuddled with anyone before. He should’ve at least understood the concept, though, because they watched enough television for Cas to have seen it before. “You. Come sit next to me.” When Cas still didn’t seem to get it, Dean sighed and added, “I’m gonna try and warm you up. Just get your ass over here.”

Cas hardly needed convincing. As soon as Dean said, “warm up,” his whole body seemed to light up and he was quick to scoot himself into the little crook of Dean’s arm. He didn’t lay down or relax, though, just sat rigidly underneath the warmth.

Dean wasn’t sure he liked that. Not because he wanted to cuddle with Cas properly, but it was uncomfortable. Like holding a log instead of a person. Plus, well, Cas was still shaking, he could feel it, so Dean was probably going to have to hold him closer- even if that meant putting himself well out of his comfort zone.

“Hey buddy, you gotta relax a little,” he told Cas. He used the arm wrapped around the ex-angels shoulders to tug on him a bit, trying to get him to come closer. Cas didn’t budge, though. “C’mon, you’re freezing.”

“I’ve- n-never done this,” Cas’s voice was quiet, embarrassed as if Dean didn’t already know that.

Dean couldn’t stop the smile that tugged on the corner of his lips. “It’s like laying down,” he told him. “You just gotta lean on me and get good and comfy.”

It was a slow process, but Cas tried to follow his words. He leaned into Dean’s side, his muscles melting as he followed Dean’s instructions. Something had to have clicked as he leaned closer because he started filling in the awkward cracks, burying his reddened nose into Dean’s shoulder and bringing up his hand to grip at the warm fabric of Dean’s jacket. They were both surprised by how natural this was.

Dean tightened his arm around Cas and despite his thoughts telling him that he should try to make this as platonic as possible, he rested his own head against Cas’s. The poor guy was still shaking for a few moments, but it started to ease as he absorbed Dean’s body heat to keep for himself. Soon, Cas was perfectly relaxed against Dean. Something was mumbled into his jacket that he couldn’t understand.

“Hm?”

Cas lifted his mouth off the fabric and repeated himself. “Thank you, Dean.”

A warm, fuzziness came over Dean’s chest and his smile widened, covering his face. After a short pause, Dean brought a hand up to wrap around the one holding onto his jacket. It was cold, he said to himself, that’s why he held it. And the best way to warm it was to tuck his fingers between Cas’s while he mumbled his response, “You don’t gotta thank me. I’ve got you, Cas.”

- - -

“You guys missed it?”

“Yeah, Sam, people make mistakes.” Dean was packing up their stuff to get moving. The werewolf was dead now, but it was no thanks to Cas or Dean. Actually, they’d completely screwed the pooch and Sam had to deal with it on his own.

“It almost killed me, Dean.” Sam was a bit irked since he’d gotten attacked while Cas and Dean were supposed to be on the lookout for the suspect. “What were you guys even doing anyway? Sleeping?”

Dean paused. They had fallen asleep, but it wasn’t like they’d planned on it. “Kinda.”

“Kinda?”

Sam got a shrug as a response.

“You know what,” Sam put his hands up as he spoke. “I don’t even care. Just no more missions for you two if I’m gonna be the one dying because of it.” And with that, he stormed off to pack his own junk.

Even though Dean should feel bad, as he stood there putting his beer into his cooler, he had a dumb grin on his face. He could easily recall last night when he woke from an unexpected nap to the sound of his phone ringing. He remembered looking over and getting to see Cas passed out on his shoulder, snoring softly and sleeping so peacefully, it was as though he didn’t have a single care in the world.

Dean liked to think that was the moment when he realized that he was in love.

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Photo of the sunset

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Wash It Away

[original, real life, rainy]

Rainwater is an unrelenting force of nature thats only goal is to soak everything and everybody no matter how hard you try to stop it. Well, Helena thought to herself, suppose she wanted to be soaked to the bone? All her life she’d struggled to pass through rain showers and escape dry, only to be soaked anyhow so why bother?

She had brought her umbrella to work today, having been forewarned by the news that the weather today was going to be a cold rain with a dash of light winds. When she had finally finished wrapping up the last of her report for the day, a thought came to mind, “My life is pretty boring, huh?” She spent her days in an office waiting for phone calls and getting coffee for her superiors. When she got home, she found herself in an empty house surrounded by silence. She’d picked up a boring routine on life.

That brings us back to her point: Helena was not the interesting person she’d hoped to be. She wanted to be a writer who told tales of love and woe, or a singer who bounced around on a stage in front of thousands belting out notes she knew by heart, or maybe even a surgeon who held lives in her hands every day and had to do so with a strong-willed determination.

Instead, she was a lowly office worker.

She sighed and began to gather her things: a purse, a coffee, and, of course, her black umbrella. When she reached the front door of the building, she found herself upset by the fact that the news had predicted right. Big drops of water splashed against the window, threatening her of the soaking that was bound to come.

She had to throw away her caffeinated drink in a nearby trash with the thought she’d probably be more comfortable holding the umbrella without it. Then, her hands moved in a familiar motion, opening the umbrella as she stepped through the door. Another day, another rain. Might as well keep from getting a cold.

Before the umbrella was above her head, though, several hefty drops splattered across her face, making her nose twitch in surprise. It brought back a small childhood memory of playing in the rain. Back then, she was a playful child. When it would rain, she’d pull on her yellow galoshes and coat and go stomp in puddles until her mom scolded her for being muddy. Even back then she shielded herself from the rain as best she could with a big, waterproof hat, but it would still occasionally stun her when it penetrated her defenses.

Sad nostalgia passed over her, bringing her boring life back to her attention. How would young her feel about what she’d become? A tame, boring woman who fell into the routine of society like a cog in a machine. Of course, she’d be appalled.

Promptly, Helena closed her umbrella. She decided then and there to walk home and let the rain soak her, initially believing it would simply cleanse her of these thoughts. Her brown locks and clothes were quickly soaked by the stormy weather. It chilled her skin but felt oddly like a form of freedom.

The streets of her quiet, little town were very empty. Most of the time they were, but it was especially apparent when it was rainy. The raindrops had brought her a bit of giddiness, quite like childish excitement she got as a child. Even though shyness would normally hold her back, today, she began to sing as she walked, absorbing the life-changing feeling in her soul with music that made her feel good. One could almost describe this bit of happiness as euphoric. If only she felt like this every day, not just right now.

The storm, however, was obviously not in the mood to indulge the singing little lark, and dissipated about halfway through her walk. The sun came just as fast as those raindrops had cleaned Helena of sorrow and made the world shine anew. Houses, streets, and cars she’d seen thousands of times now glowed a heavenly glow.

Her singing stopped soon and a sudden embarrassment that she had done it in the first place settled a soft pink over her cheekbones. Right back to her reserved self, she supposed, but it wasn’t like she could control it.

Suddenly, a hand on her shoulder made her jump. She quickly turned and found herself looking into a pair of beautiful blue eyes that were paired with soaked, long, blonde hair and an amazing, albeit dripping, grin. “Was that you singing just now?”

Helena took a long moment to compose herself, having to figure out the words that had been said to her by such an angelic woman. “Um, yes, sorry,” she answered softly.

“That was beautiful!” the woman exclaimed in return. She had an air of childish excitement about her, just like Helena probably had only a moment ago. “Absolutely gorgeous. Where did you learn to sing like that?”

“Nowhere,” Helena quietly returned. Her voice seemed to be locked up. “I-I mean, I’ve never really learned how I’ve just sung my whole life.”

The woman had an immediate look of shock, then switched to a warming smile. “Hearing you sing made me feel like I’d been touched by an angel.” This was so honest, so pure, it was surprising to hear.

“Oh, well, thank you, I suppose.”

“My name’s Stormy,” the woman continued. “I’m in a band... well I’m making one. Can I ask you to be our singer?”

“Your singer?” Helena had to register this, too. A singer in a band? But she was only an office worker a minute ago. Was this fate calling out to a lost person? It seemed too perfect to be true.

“And while I’m at it,” Stormy continued to smile. “You’re pretty cute, you know. Is there any chance I could take you on a date?” Cue a wink.

Without missing a beat, Helena jumped to answer. “Yes.” A pause. “Yes, to both. My name is Helena, by the way.”

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Pink Haired Beauty

uncensored under cut! This was commissioned by @rapid-oxi-dation

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Belly Dancer

simple, yet I really ended up liking it

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