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she’s singing baby come home in a melody of tears while the rhythm of the rain keeps time.
I completely gave up on drawing rain and I used this gif
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lil doodle inspired by fruitjuicifer (◡‿◡✿) (want one?)
sooo, here’s my entry for danisnotonfire and amazingphil ‘s book that i submitted to them today!!
some new random little doodles (one day, I’ll finally start going digital again lol)
crappy 30 minute stress drawing of 2014 cas because it’s not like i have my hardest final tomorrow or anything
some sloppy doodles of iamnotdanisnotonfire ‘s sig. other in a couple different styles as practice for 2 upcoming projects I’ll be working on~
quick sketch of this gorgeous ray of sunshine (HA) to take a break from working on my header!
art fiesta
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Drawpile, session 1.
So apparently this is what happens when you give one canvas to a bunch of spn fanartists..
HELL YEAH THIS WAS SO FUN
i joined late so i didn’t really get to do anything but
that’s me
i saw a tutorial on how to do eyes and i have a different method of doing things so i’m posting this!! i made this a couple days ago for someone in a network i’m in because they wanted to see if anybody had any tips on drawing closed eyes so here we are ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(these originally were in the same god-awful red color as my last tutorial, but i had some self-respect and edited it to be black and white lmao)
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every time someone tells me to do something art related i go overboard and that needs to stop tbh
someone was doing that “take a video of you drawing” thing again so I decided to jump on the bandwagon ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
cool yes so ad-astra-castiel asked me to make this rebloggable, it’s something i posted to one of the nets i’m in about how i do eyes!! my hands were horribly shaky and i was rushing when i drew all this so i tried to clean it up, but that did basically nothing, so here you are - a really shaky looking diagram by yours truly
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wooo yes the first doodles in my moleskine (look @ that geometry and anatomical inaccuracy)
As they went, Cas’s eyes drifted over the many new pieces of art Dean had produced for his reintroduction to the art world.
They were different, incredibly different, than the massive canvases and full color angels Dean had painted before. These new pieces were a reflection of his life now.
On a tall, antique door was a stark black and white painting of the Eiffel Tower. A broken piece of drywall held a craggy image of the cliffs of Dover, England. An old weathered chunk of driftwood was painted with an image of the Golden Gate Bridge. And a battered black car trunk lid wore a bleak image of a city street in Baltimore.
Landscapes, cityscapes, scenes from around the world, painted on found objects, battered and broken, worn down by age. But what made the paintings truly remarkable was the single image featured in every last piece.
A full color, dark-haired angel - in a trenchcoat.
Dean had painted Cas into every one of the pieces. In the Eiffel Tower painting, the angel stood below one of the tower’s arches, head tipped back as he looked upward at the tower’s structure.
On the cliffs, he crouched, staring out at the water, head tilted curiously.
On the bridge, he stood in the middle, as cars passed, black wings arched above the oblivious drivers.
And in Baltimore, he stood at the door of an old firehouse, fist raised to knock.
Dean had named the series Thursdays. It seemed appropriate.
I got really inspired off of winjennster ‘s amazing fic, painted angels (which holy shit you should read if you haven’t already), so i whipped up something really quick. i had too much fun detailing and spent a bit longer than intended on this though, thanks to everybody who popped by at the stream!! and to camille, who told me to draw a dick on this:
here’s to you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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you taught me the courage of stars before you left; how light carries on endlessly, even after death. with shortness of breath, you explained the infinite, how rare and beautiful it is to even exist. â«Â [want a drawing?]
my first time drawing landscapes… i think i did okay ¯\_(ã)_/¯
for the glorious nic, glorioustiel (i’m horrible) on a separate post, because I was answering your ask and drafted it and it disappeared into the void :,)
okok so this is a quote from the incredibleincredible (incredible) fic named by rcmclachlan, which i finished a couple days ago and i just. oh man. oh man
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