Credit To The Artist Of This. Punk Cas And Nerd Dean. I Like It. ☺️

The blood moon is framed by the statues of Hera and Apollo in Athens, 27 July 2018 (x)

Person of the Year

Watercolour, Colour Pencil and Gimp, 9 hours

Do not use without my written permission. This also means, do not upload/post any of my works to other sites/social media.

art tips post

for all the artist following me

Have two sketchbooks: One for finished and high-quality art (stuff made with Prismacolor or Copic if you use that or art for your portfolio) and the other sketchbook for more messy doodles. This way you have a place to try new things and mess up as much as you need. When I only had one sketchbook I was scared to draw in it because I didn't want to mess it up

Do studies. I cant tell you how much I've improved just by doing studies of shoes, hands, noses, and all that. This works for when you have art block too since you’re not really making stuff up and just learning how real things work.

Learn from others. I’ve never taken a real art class because 1. I can’t afford it and 2. there’s no good art classes/programs at my school. I’ve been following several artists and learning from them over the years and they’ve helped me tremendously. Just please do not steal art because that is never okay.

Break down concepts. If you notice there’s something wrong with your piece then figure out why. You can’t get better if you leave mistakes and don't try to understand whats going on. If the color is weird figure out if the values look right or maybe its the saturation of the color.

Watch youtube tutorials. Here are some youtubers I think are pretty good art teaching all things art: Draw with Jazza |  DrawingWiffWaffles |  Proko |  Baylee Jae

Have an inspiration folder/blog. Sometimes you just need a collection of starry nights or a misty forest or even a French bakery. All of those things can help you get inspired to draw. It could even be completely unrelated to what you plan to draw.

There are no dumb ideas in the creative process. If you want to draw a lizard in a dress go for it! If you want to draw various pastries with faces do it! Don’t let the thought of it being too dumb stop you because if I’ve learned anything in my several years of drawing it’s that an idea can lead to another and another and another and you may get a really good idea just from doodling dumb things.

Here’s a few things that can get you started on drawing better:

Dynamic poses | Dynamic clothes | Dynamic figure drawing

COMPOSITION | PERSPECTIVE | CONSTRUCTION

Anatomy:

Legs

Arms

Hands

Heads

Body (Female) (Male

Color Theory

Improving your sketchbook

Most importantly, don’t give up! You may not immediately get notes or followers but it’s more important you get better than to have popularity. How do you think those popular artists got to where they are now? To be good you’ve got to work at it.

Inktober day 28 : Gift

ITS EUROVISION DAY

Another Dean with Cas’ grace for the books. 

Awesome Destiel Bloopers

Space Shuttle Endeavour leaving our Atmosphere. Pic taken by NASA’S Shuttle training aircraft.

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I’M DONE

Title: The Wireless Author: almaasi Artist: DGiggity Rating: Explicit Pairings: Dean/Cas Warnings: Alternate Canon, Carnival, Fluff, Romance, Solarpunk, Kissing Booths, Tent Sex, Tattooed Castiel, Angel Wings Posting Date: 10/10/2017

Summary:  Cas Novak hosts a popular radio show, entertaining hunters with his psychic powers. But, in a world where monster-hunting is commonplace, he harbours a powerful secret: he’s not human, but an angel, surviving in a society unsympathetic to his kind.

For six years, Cas has read out news stories describing a particularly impressive man: Dean Winchester, distinguished hunter and accidental prophet of God. Not by chance, Cas meets Dean at a sunny autumn carnival, where Dean’s taken a job at a kissing booth. One kiss - perhaps two - and they’re already old friends, sharing fairground food, a carousel ride, another kiss on the ferris wheel…

Finally, safe in the tent Dean shares with his brother, Castiel feels comfortable enough to reveal those unknown pieces of himself. But come morning, bigger events separate the trio: an ancient beast is waking up, and a fearful world desperately needs to be united. Now Castiel has a reason to confess his true nature, broadcasting live on Hunter Radio. Of course, Dean is listening. And it’s only a matter of time before he replies.

- - -

Castiel shifted in his seat, tailcoat sliding on the plastic bench. He made sure his feet were steady in the metal footwell below; his stomach was already doing flips of excitement. “Oh, man,” Dean breathed, eyes turning upward, glazing over as he stared at the ferris wheel’s inner framework. “I forgot I’m afraid of heights.” “Too late now,” Castiel smiled, as their cart lifted off the ground, going backwards. The next cart gradually approached the ground, and once there, the wheel mechanism paused to let those passengers off, and to let the next couple on. Dean breathed out through pursed lips. “It won’t be so bad once you’re up there,” Castiel said softly. Dean sneered. “Yeah, right.” “What could distract you?” Dean did look around, but his eyes lighted on Castiel’s mask. “Your face could,” he said with a quick smirk. “You, uh, feel like unmasking yet? Nobody’ll see you but me.” This time, Castiel removed the mask without hesitation, leaving it on his lap. He was confident Dean could not see his scars, as he’d taken his seat so his scars were furthest from Dean’s sight. “Hey,” Dean said, batting his hand at Castiel’s thigh. The wheel moved again; they began to rise once more. Their cradle swung gently on its support, rocking them forward and back by a few inches. “Cas, look at me?” Castiel turned his eyes to Dean’s knees, but didn’t angle his face far enough that Dean saw the purple makeup or all the mica stars adorning his ruined skin. “Hey,” Dean said again, more gently. His hand smelled of rose bathroom soap; he placed his fingers against Castiel’s chin and eased his face around so their eyes met. Castiel gulped, monumentally insecure under Dean’s scrutiny. “Why don’t you want anyone to see?” Dean asked. He looked at Castiel’s makeup, then into his eyes. Castiel peered back and saw the rainbow illumination just touching against Dean’s skin, neon pink, then violet, then blue. “Don’t you hide your scars?” Castiel asked back. Dean grinned. “Nah. Battle wounds, man.” He showed Castiel the underside of his forearm, fingers running over a jagged scar, healed badly. His fingers slid up to his right hand, over his knuckles: the light from the ferris wheel threw a pale line into focus, slashed between his bones - and Dean moved on, showing Castiel a still-healing streak across his left palm. And then Dean closed his fist, eyes turning back to Castiel’s. “You read fortunes. Guesswork, you said. But I’d bet anything you know as well as I do, Cas: people tell their story without saying a word.”