1. landofrunawayangels:

    Cover art provided by the lovely 22to22 who runs theleviathanshavetheangel.


    L1: Seems a downright shame…
    L2: Shame?
    L1: Seems an awful waste…
    Such a familiar face

    Winchester has…
    ‘Cause it can be traced…

    And we need a lift,
    Men to be erased…
    Think of it as thrift, As a gift,
    If you get my drift? No?

    Seems an awful waste…
    I mean, with the pain they cause
    They take the chance, when they see it,
    And they see it…
    L2: HAH!
    L1: Good, you see it!

    Take, for instance, all the things they’re doing to Dick!
    Fighting never better using only detergent and soap!
    And to think that it’s foolishly given them all sorts of hope!
    And I’m sure we can compare as far as looks!

    L2: Oh my good friend, what a charming notion
    L1: Well, it does seem a waste…
    L2: Eminently practical
    And yet appropriate as always!

    L1: It’s an idea…
    L2: Oh my friend, how we’ve lived in
    a hellhole all these years, I’ll never know!
    How delectable! Also undetectable!

    L1: Think about it!
    They must have left something
    We can use to get their shape
    Think of all them disguise

    L2: How choice,
    How rare!

    For what’s the sound of the world in sin?
    L1: What do you hear?
    What do you hear?
    What is that sound?

    L2: Those crunching noises pervading Heaven!
    L 1: Yes I can hear! Yes, I can hear!
    It all around!
    L2: Leviathans devouring men!
    BOTH: And
    [L1: Then] just you wait until we conquer them!

    L2: (spoken) These are desperate times, my dear, and desperate measures are called for!
    L1: Here we are, now! Found a strand of hair!
    L2: Who is that?

    L1: It’s Dean. Have a little Dean.
    L2: Is it really good?
    L1: Man, it’s too good, so lean!
    Then again, he does drown himself in his beer,
    So it’s fucked up here!

    L2: Lots of issues now?
    L1: They saved the world how?
    L2: Haven’t you got seraph, or something to chow?
    L1: No, y’see, the trouble with seraph is
    Ours we had there is unseen. Try the Dean!

    L2: A bit male model
    L1: Tattoos devil’s traps on his skin to keep the devils out
    L2: But really traps them in his head!

    L1: At least he can’t keep us out!
    And we can steal that ride of his!
    Trouble is
    We can’t clean the car windows!
    L2: Put some Borax on that!

    His brother’s rather nice.
    L2: But there is a price.
    L1: And hallucinations of devils
    make his psyche well on the ice!

    L2: Do you wanna trade?
    L1: So get this, you know I would love
    But, it’s still high above our pay grade!
    Anyway, it fades.

    But of course, these visions could go on for days!
    L2: Here’s a hellhound, from Crowley’s pound.
    L1: Oh, you liar, look higher,
    You’ll notice vampire!

    L2: You’re no fun! That’s from demon!
    L1: No, it has to be vampire — There’s fangs!

    L2: The history of our torturing
    L1: Now we’re on the rise,
    Oh we will crush all of those damn flies!
    L2: Is those that ruled serving those newer things!

    L1: Tons of pretty lives,
    So there should be plenty of disguise!
    L2: And now history seems to allude
    BOTH: That those new things will serve those that once ruled!

    L1: Now let’s see, here we’ve got spirit!
    L2: Ehh… too near it.
    L1: Dragon!
    L2: ‘S braggin’.
    L1: Rougarou
    L2: Bless you?
    L1: Horseman
    L2: Course, man!
    L1: Rakshasa?
    L2: The fuck?

    Werewolves play a tune
    L2: Howling at the moon

    L1: Then there’s also wraith
    But you don’t have a faith
    You’ve got to pick soon
    Give this one a run, they call it siren

    L2: You can use this one
    L1: This is fun, and it’s done
    Dragon, these ones have the wings
    Pretty little things
    L2: But still no Winchesters

    L1: How ‘bout this old thing?
    Wait, it’s from demon, Meg’s her name and
    You’ll see here, well, this girl’s mean
    Stick to Dean!

    Now, this one might be a little burnt
    But that’s what you get when it’s Ash!
    L2: No no no no no, I like a little more bang to my flavors.
    L1: So who do you want?!
    L2: Bring me Harvelles!
    L1: That blows!

    L2: At least, my friend, our revenge is sweet
    L1: What have you thought, what have you thought? Thought up right now?
    L2: I’m just so glad we can finally eat!

    L1: Yes, this is good, yes this is good
    There’s food and how
    L2: But fortunately, the world is ours
    To take, to ravage, and then to devour!

    L1: Since the boys don’t appeal to you
    How about their father?
    L2: No, not him either. He died a couple years ago anyway. So…
    L1: He really was a dead beat! Emphasis on the dead!

    L2: Who is that?
    L1: It’s Mills.
    Sheriff Jodi Mills.
    And now that I’ve got here, it appears
    apparently it’s blood she spilled!

    And we’ve just begun —
    Here’s the Bobby Singer, so greasy
    These idjits are easy! Have some!
    L2: Oh you have your fun.
    Cause you know that I’ll never go near that one!

    L1: Try the prophet,
    They make profit!
    L2: No, the prophets are truly
    Too wild and unruly!

    L1: Then psychic, just for some kick!
    L2: And what lives it appears we have won!
    I’ll come again when you have Winchester on the menu!

    L1: Wait, true, we don’t have them yet
    But I’ve found something you might fancy even better
    L2: What’s that?
    L1: Tan trench coat!

    L2: Have clarity towards the war, my friend!
    L1: Yes, yes, I know that now!
    L2: We’ll take it all, it does not depend.
    L1: Angel to man and how!

    L2: We’ll not discriminate great from small!
    No, we’ll be anyone,
    Meaning anyone,
    BOTH: Look like anyone
    At all!

  2. It’s been like eight thousand years since I drew dragons.

  3. From this morning’s livestream. boy am I rusty XD


  4. Anonymous said: I drew a Levi!cas using the tutorial and realized I followed the directions better than I thought. Because I realized I have to use my second favorite pen since I lost my favorite :v

    omfg. I hope to God you skipped step one, sweet anon. x_x I’m so pleased to hear you followed it, though! I’d love to see the result, if you would like to share. <3

  5. different body types=different centers of gravity=more varied movements, right? that’s the theory, anyway.

  6. boo!

  7. I just wanted to put together a collection of all the sketchy process that went into that illustration. Between the scale of the monsters, the perspective, and the sheer number of limbs and interactions with the environment, it was a really great challenge. The gif is just a roll through all the layers.

  8. Another commission for mukani, who asked for her angel Mitzrael getting in a fight. 

  9. a magnificent sketchdump of warmups for your viewing pleasure. 

  10. I love sphinxes a lot so here’s one floating inexplicably.


  11. theskoomacat said: This is absolutely awesome! Is there a possibility of you posting the drawing super-duper minimized so it's easier to understand how the left side looks?

    Sure! Here it is in all its glory:



  12. nomderonge said: Dare I ask what happened to the Novaks?


    amelia novak is irrelevant. claire novak, on the other hand, is of paramount importance. she is our Witness.

    come and see.

    (Best viewed with Chrome. If the embedded file doesn’t work, view the answer here! Code by samkatdiz and calix9)

    rebageling here for posterity.

  13. 22to22:

    (print: x)

    He doesn’t talk about it—what would he say?

    "Morning, Cas, how are you?" "Oh, y’know, my metaphysical being is pressing several hundred tons worth of weight down on my shoulders and my wings are calcifying and I’m going out of my mind with pain, the usual." 

    Even fantasizing it, he can see the other person’s eyes glaze over as they heave an impatient sigh. No one wants to hear him complain about how his worm-eaten marble heart is too heavy for him to carry without his Grace, how his mortal vessel’s body wasn’t meant to bear it without those big beautiful powerful wings and that mighty steel ribcage. They’re gone now, of course, wings becoming brittle and shattering to pieces at the slightest touch; the bars of his chest snapped, popped clean off, one by one, clattering in the trail of debris his decaying angelic body left behind him, until all that was left was that horrible stone monolith. 

    Well. That’s not entirely true. He still has one pair of wings left, the ones he had shown to Dean through thunder and the flash of lightning, but they’re too occupied holding up that big, terrible, cracked, crumbling heart of his. The hollow flightless bones are petrified, another set of fossils imprinted into the hunk of marble. His mobility is shot. Now he’s just waiting around for the nerves to finally die so he can ignore the fact he ever had wings at all.

    But nobody wants to hear about that. They’d rather he talk about the universal unconscious, about connecting the spiritual and the carnal in lavish orgies. The “fun parts” version of being a fallen angel.

    He’s tempted to take a buzz saw to between his shoulders.

    Bit of a blast from the past to let you know that this is now available as a print!


  14. skydark said: Hi! On your Ask blog there is a stunning piece of Levi!Cas standing on Dean's chest as he sleeps, is that available as a print?

    ah, unfortunately, no, not yet. I tried a printed version of it and, while the piece works really well scrolling to see it digitally, physically it loses a lot of its oomph. 

    I might try to work it into the original composition of Leviastiel’s full trueform (of which the piece in question is about 1/5th of) but the print would have to be pretty huge. :/ like, 30” at the least. (why did I have to make it so detailed?! OTL )

    You’re right, though, I like that piece a lot too—I shouldn’t keep it cooped up away from the world!

  15. perfect symmetry is boring anyway.