they'll have to pry this tablet from my cold, dead hands

[aesc]

Okay, I can see myself becoming addicted to this thing. Not only does it make the basic work like erasing about... eleventy billion times easier to do, it means I can trace and doodle stuff and basically take what I've been playing with in my more recent graphics to the next step.

Want to see some trial sketches? Ha, yes, that's what I thought. I did one of the Impala and then one of Outcast!John, who is one of my favorite Johns of all time ♥ Both sketches are basically traces--a layer I drew into that was placed on top of the original image, with a few modifications. Because I am just not that good yet.



(imagine Castiel up there on the roof ♥)



Probably I should get some sleep now. Probably.

Comments

[villainny.livejournal.com]

You are so cute.

Zooooom!

[aesc.livejournal.com]

*is cute!*

And every now and then Dean will take a corner a little too fast, or suddenly speed up, or suddenly slow down--hey, it's not like Castiel's going to be horribly mangled if he tumbles off the roof and Dean needs to find some fun where he can on these trips--but when he eventually slows down and sticks his head out the window to look up and check on his weird-ass roof-riding angel, Castiel still sitting there, all unruffled and peaceful-seeming (even if his hair is a bit windblown).

"You know we were doing ninety when we blew by that cop," he says.

"I know," Castiel says tranquilly.

"That's breaking the law," Dean adds, for clarification. "The speed limit was fifty-five."

That bit of knowledge doesn't seem to bother Castiel at all, that he's used his these aren't the droids you're looking for mojo on an officer of the law. Instead, Castiel asks how long until the motel, and if perhaps they could go fast again.

Dean's life is very strange.