whimsycatcher:

I squeezed in a scribbly Castiel between all the Merthur and Stucky I have going on behind the scenes atm. (Big Bang season! ^^) I haven’t done any SPN art in foreverrr… and my (very few) pieces in this fandom have so much time in between them that they display quite a style transition, haha… Anyway, even though I haven’t kept up with this show, Castiel will always have a special place in my heart!  (My Art /// My SPN Art)

tragidean:

Soothe [2.5k] (ao3)

It’s not the first tattoo Dean’s ever gotten, not by a longshot; the work below his navel and the ink decorating his arms is proof enough of that. But he’s never gotten something this big before, never something with as much hands on involvement, this much effort in just getting the planning done. For the last month, he’s been in and out of Sky City Tattoos chatting up one of their artists, a college student by the name of Castiel.

Fake name or not, his portfolio is one of the most impressive out of anyone Dean has seen in the city, most of his works some cross between watercolor and odd geometric shapes, along with hyper realistic three-dimensional tear-aways, all exposing either organs or living creatures, one even a gathering of butterflies breaking their way through to the surface. They’re beautiful, every one of them. It doesn’t hurt that Castiel isn’t so bad on the eyes either, all blue eyes and sharp cheekbones, arms and chest dyed every color imaginable, even down to the assortment of roses draped around his neck, both live and dead petals hidden beneath his clothes.

Not that Dean has been paying attention—but with the tank tops and the low cut shirts Castiel wears, it’s hard not to gawk.

Castiel is manning the register when Dean walks in that afternoon, glasses hanging low on his nose, dark hair just as windswept as ever. Dean swallows and clutches his satchel tighter, steadies his breath. He can do this. He’s dealt with new artists before—just not artists that make his blood pressure rise at the mere thought of them. Crushing is an understatement; it’s a downright miracle Dean’s face doesn’t turn red every time he walks in the shop.

“Winchester,” Castiel says from the counter when Dean approaches, his voice soothing in a way it shouldn’t be. From a radio jockey, maybe, but not from a tattoo artist in a shop beside the Ralphs. “Can’t say I wasn’t looking forward to seeing you again.”

Dean chuckles under his breath, somehow managing to keep his composure. “We still on for today?” he asks. The appointment has been marked on his calendar for the last week, each red x counting down the days until he could end up there, finally, with Castiel’s hands on him. One day Dean will ask him out—preferably when he’s not about to have a needle driven into his skin for the next few hours.

OH FUCK OFF HOW ARE YOU SO BEAUTIFUL>??? I AM OFFENDED LISA WTF ///*dinosaur voice* SO NICE///

OMG EMILIA I’M CRYING CAUSE I CAN HEAR STILL YOU SAY ‘’SO NICE’’ IN THAT WAY

lostinroadsuntravelled:

Late night sketching over my artistic inabilities.

achillestiel:

Off for a lovely family meal

achillestiel:

Bank Holiday Monday at work awaits! #selfie

askendcas:

“Cain said to the Lord, ‘My punishment is too great to bear! Behold, You have driven me this day from the face of the ground; and from Your face I will be hidden, and I will be a vagrant and a wanderer on the earth, and whoever finds me will kill me.’But the Lord said to him, ‘Not so; anyone who kills Cain will suffer vengeance seven times over.’ Then the Lord put a mark on Cain so that no one who found him would kill him.”  [Genesis 4:13-15]

queendanneelackles:

_{Bjoern Kommerell 2008}