Lesbiansupernatural - Supernatural Stuff

So I obviously HAD to draw this iconic scene from four letter word for intercourse by bendingsignpost on AO3

Link to the fanfic here

Went to the doctor for an ingrown toenail, walked out with a covid jab and an ecg.

(Also got a referral to someone who can deal with my poor toe that has been hurting for the past 1.5 years)

Love my doctor

Me: takes one day away from all social media to sleep and care for my mental health

Tumblr: (idefk whats going on at this point tbh, the cw are bankrupt? Billie eilish is a heller??)

Not to fucking MENTION how all these rules constantly change depending on the angle, oh the head is tilted down? NEW RULES. Oh the view is slightly above the head? ITS NOT THE SAME AS HEAD TILTED DOWN SO MANY NEW RULES

How the FUCK do people just KNOW where the eye belongs when drawing a face in profile????? With the straight on headshot there are RULES, the eyes are placed in the MIDDLE of the head vertically, fit an ENTIRE eye between them, AND an eye on either side (sometimes less depending on the lense zoom)

IT MAKES SENSE

But in profile??????, its still vertically halfway down, but THATS ALL YOU GET

HOW FUCKING WIDE IS IT

HOW TALL

HOW FAR AWAY FROM THE RIDGE OF THE NOSE

I absolutely HATE it here

I think it's really fucking rude of the world to force me to get up out of bed when I'm all warm and cozy just because I forgot to take my fucking meds

I think it's really funny how school, like 5 or so years ago, drilled the dangers of deepfakes into our brains. Theyd show a vid of obama talking and saying absolute bull and then reveal it was fake. This past year this technology seems to have become more widespread, especially with voice filters, and I just love the fact that I've never once apart from that time in school seen a deepfake or anything actually pretending to be real

Deepfakes today are like "oh heres trump rapping about having shat his pants with flashing lights" or absolutely insanely good fan edits

School really made me think deepfakes would be a big problem in my life, but it ended up just being used for memes, and I am HERE for it

Where do you find your 3D models for art? I can never find a good site?

I actually create them myself! I use an app called EasyPose, it's on appstore, but it's sooo long since I downloaded it so I can't remember if it's free or not, but I doubt its expencive.

Cas meeting his early seasons self and telling him not to wait, and to stop following heaven and start following his heart, to not waste the little time he has left doing things for heaven or keeping his feelings to himself.

Telling him that there is happines in saying, not just in having

The last hunt

“You ready to leave yet Cas?” Dean yelled into the empty motel room, Cas was showering off all the blood and dirt. The two of them had just finished taking out a vamp’s nest, it had been easy enough, with minor complications. Sam had gotten a call a few days back, a hunter who quickly realized he was in over his head. Cas and Dean had been nearby on a small road trip, Dean simply couldn’t believe Cas never, in his millions of years of life, had seen a zoo. Sadly, Sam had called before they could get there. It was alright though, they were able to help the hunter, who most likely, would’ve gotten himself killed if Cas and Dean hadn’t come to the rescue. And they still had all the time in the world to see the animals.

The sound of splashing water came to a halt, “Dean, I am an angel of the lord, you do know I can clean this all off in a millisecond, right? Why do you insist I spend all this time scrubbing in the shower?” Dean sighed. “I’ve already told you Cas, you haven’t showered in weeks! And I don’t believe that your powers actually remove all the dirt and stank, just finish up already, you still got to see the zoo!” As Dean finished his sentence a wet haired Cas exited the bathroom. “Whatever you say Dean.”

The two men walked out of the room headed for the impala. A loud bang filled the hallway, shattering glass. Dean spun on his heel, trying to get a look at what made the noise. Castiel touched his shoulder, “just a vase that fell, relax.” Dean struggled to believe him. They barely walked two steps before they heard it. A loud hissing noise behind them. Vampire.

Dean turned, machete already in hand, ready to chop the vile creature’s head off. He swung the blade, but all he hit was air. “Where did it go!” He spun, looking for the vamp. Behind him the vampire was holding Cas down, ready to take a bite out of his neck. Cas was struggling against it, but somehow the vamp had gotten the upper hand over the ancient angel. Dean charged with the machete. Chopping the vamps head of with a clean swing. The creature’s body fell limply to the floor, collapsing down besides Castiel. Dean released a puff of air. “Damn, I thought we’d gotten them all, but that’s gotta be the last one, right Cas?”

“Dean.” Cas’s voice was strained, something was wrong. Very wrong. Dean, still high on adrenaline, crouched down beside him. “Cas? What’s up? The vampire didn’t bite you did it?” Cas just shook his head. Dean, growing more worried by the second, looked Cas up and down. A huge crimson stain was spreading quickly from underneath the angel’s hands, quickly colouring his shirt. Dean pressed his hand to the wound. “What happened? How could it get the upper hand on you like that?” “Dean. I don’t-” He was cut short by a coughing fit. That’s when Dean felt it, the wound. It wasn’t warm with blood as it should have been, rather it felt cold. Nearly freezing. Something was definitely very, very wrong.

Dean pulled up Cas’s shirt to look at the wound. He gentely removed his own hands before pulling away Cas’s, he flinched. “Ssshh, it’ll be fine,” Dean tried to reassure the angel. As he lifted the shirt, more and more blood gushed out from Castiel’s side. The skin around the wound was completely black, no not wound, a hole. Like someone had taken a massive piece of Cas’s body and ripped it out. Dean was in shock; how could a vampire injure Cas this much? Shouldn’t he have been able to heal himself by now? “Cas, why aren’t you healing?” Castiel drew a rattling breath before answering. “I think, it poisoned me.” His voice was filled with fear. This ancient being, who’d seen so much horror, but also so much beauty, finally realizing that his life was coming to an end.

Cas reached up to cup Dean’s face, “I think, this is it.” He gave a weak smile. Dean shook his head, “no, no it’s not, you can heal yourself, we’ll get help, you’ll be just fine!” Castiel looked at him, with his big sad eyes, so blue. So impossibly blue. “I need to, I need to tell you something, one last thing.” Dean was still shaking his head. Cas sat up as much as he could, Dean’s strong arms supporting him, his own hand still cupping Deans face. “For so long, I’ve closed myself up, closed myself from feeling, from feeling anything at all, from loving. Then you came along, you and Sam, with all your fights and your problems, but still, with so much love. Always with the love, the unconditional, unwavering love. And you changed me Dean, you helped me open up again, helped me to be open, open for love, for happiness. You made me realize that it is okay to with for things.” Dean’s hands pressed down on the hole in Cas’s side. “Shut up Cas, don’t do this, this isn’t goodbye, we’ll figure something out damn it!” Castiel’s face turned soft. “I know I’ll never have what I want, but you’ve showed me, that sometimes, just wanting, allowing yourself to want, is good enough, but I need to tell you. What I want – It’s you. I love you. Goodbye Dean” and with that, Cas’s body went limp in Dean’s arms, his hand sliding down from his face, leaving a bloody mark Dean wouldn’t notice before long after.

“Cas? CAS!” Dean kept yelling his name, not caring who would hear or what they’d think. Castiel did not answer. “goddamnit Cas, wake up!” He shook the limp body in his arms before picking it up. This was not the end. Dean carried Cas’s lifeless body out of the motel, the worried voices of other people in his path only a far away whisper. He had to get Cas back. Gently, oh so very gently, he placed Castiel’s body in the back of the impala. “You’re gonna be okay,” He pressed a soft kiss to the angel’s forehead. “I’ll get you back.”

Dean didn’t know where he was driving, but he was definitely going somewhere, and he was gonna get there fast. He drove and drove, until the houses became further between, and the road was no longer covered in pavement, but rather a bumpy path though the woods. When Dean found himself deep into the forest, at the bottom of a mountain, he killed the engine. “This will have to do.” He carefully lifted Castiel’s body out of the car, holding him in his arms, and started walking. Walking up the mountain.

“CHUCK! YOU SONOFABITCH GET DOWN HERE!” Dean yelled himself hoarse for a god that was no longer listening. “CHUCK, GOD, WHATEVER, YOU GOTTA SAVE HIM!” But no matter how much he yelled, or how far up on the mountain he got, God did not answer. “Chuck please! He died thinking that I didn’t love him back! You gotta fix this! YOU OWE ME!” God still didn’t answer. And after hours of walking and screaming, Dean realized the truth. Castiel was gone.

Drawing:

Supernatural Stuff

The last hunt

This is the longest I’ve ever spent on a digital drawing with a whooping 13+ hours so you better appreciate the shit out of it!! Currently s

(I am a drawer, not a writer, so if anyone feels like it, feel free to rewrite this better.)

It's like "damn its kinda cold out" cold if its less than 0°C, but for it to be like "shit its cold!" Its gotta be like -10°C

I live in norway

what temperature do u consider cold and where do u live? 👀