Dr. Sexy MD

Trollin' along a SPN thread on /cm/
see request for more Gabriel.
Prayers answered.

just a quick sketch. :)

Supernatural meets Sherlock Holmes?

Derppppy derp derp. I felt inspired by a little contest over on Deviant Art that I decided to partake in, I know I won't win  or come close to winning because my skills are FAIL but, I thought I'd test my creativity levels.
The basis of the contest was to meld Supernatural into Movie parody's I chose Sherlock Holmes that stared Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law. Except My Sherlock was Sam Winchester, and Watson was Dean Winchester and Adler, appeared as Ruby, I chose her because of all the links she had with Sam and how she was his vice for quite a while. And other reasons. SO! Here are the close ups and the final pic; also.. They are not watermarked; please don't steal them.
OOOH! and I tried to make them look kind of old fashioned with the crosshatching on the face...idk. 

*snerk*

In light of deleting my entire memory stick on my camera. I have provided some uplifting laughs.

Dean Winchester: What's starting? Where the hell you been? 
Castiel: [shoots an angry glare at Dean] On a bender! 
Dean Winchester: He's... did you say on a bender? 
Sam Winchester: Yea. He's still pretty smashed. 
Castiel: It is not of import. 

Sam Winchester: Leah is not a real prophet. 
Dean Winchester: Well, what is she, exactly? 
Castiel: The whore. 
Dean Winchester: Wow, Cas, tell us what you really think. 
_____________________

Samuel Campbell: Is this what you boys do? Sit around and watch porno's with angels? 
Castiel: We're not supposed to talk about it. 
_____________________________________________

Castiel: [while watching porn] That's very complex 
Dean Winchester: M-hm 
Castiel: If the pizzaman truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear? 
[pauses] 
Castiel: Perhaps she's done something wrong. 
Dean Winchester: You're watching porn? Why? 
Castiel: It was there. 
Dean Winchester: You don't watch porn in a room full of dudes. And... you don't talk about it. Just turn it of. 
Castiel: [Looks between his legs] 
Dean Winchester: Oh, now he's got a boner 
_____________________________

[as a happy, fat and very naked Cupid grabs and hugs the brothers and Castiel] 
Dean Winchester: This is a fight? Are we in a fight? 
Castiel: This is... their handshake. 
Dean Winchester: I don't like it! 
Castiel: No one likes it. 
_________

Castiel: It's starting.
Dean: Yeah, you think, genius?
Castiel: You don't have to be mean.
Dean: So, what do we do now?
Castiel: I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol... just wait for the inevitable blast wave.
Dean: Yes, well, thank you, Bukowski.
_________________________

Samuel Campbell: This Castiel? You're scrawnier than I pictured.
Castiel: This is a vessel. My true form is approximately the size of your Chrysler Building.
__________________________

you know,

I never considered myself to be a person that would hate, not really. I'm the type that would forgive a rapist if they raped me for hell's sake. But since I was little I've fought myself so much over this one person. Battled and battled against my nature and my own wishes to change. I have given more than enough chances. Been beat down, stood back up, repeat, repeat and repeat. It's all a big joke. When I decide I will really hate this person for real this time because it is the right thing to do, I am guilt tripped. So I choose to give another chance, and then I watch as everyone around me is plowed down. I'm so sick and tired of beating myself up over giving more chances or not, whether or not too love him anymore. So I decide again for the hundreth time that I can't love him anymore, it is beyond bitter tasting, it is beyond pleasantly vile. I mean I feel as if my whole purpose is to hate him and deny his existence. This is what I should stick too. And here I am battling in my head again whether it is good of me too do so. How can something that feels right, still sound wrong.

I don't want him dead, that'd screw up so much in the life around me with karma and hate spiraling through everything (in my opinion). I was happy denying he existed in the summer, got along really well. And now I want to go back to how it was, and I can't because his presence reeks throughout the house. Poisons everything I touch. Suddenly everything is uncomfortable and dirty. Everything is wrong, I'm stepping on egg shells again when I don't deserve too. I only want him to be gone. I wan't to go to bed in peace, I don't want to stay up later than he does when he comes back to the house because I'm afraid to go to sleep when he is awake and loose. I don't want to go off to another state worrying about my family, worried if my brothers are okay, wondering if my mother is getting smacked around and raped.

My heart breaks over and over, I can't rely on my mother, she doesn't know any better, and my brothers are too young, they can't deal with the burden I've been driven to insomnia with. My heart is lodged in my throat every time I need to say ' I told you so ' but never do. It isn't my place to guilt trip anyone into submission, I'm not cruel. At least I don't think that I am. I don't want to have to hate, but boy does it feel like the only solid truth in my soul. Or will I have a soul left if I let hate nest inside and eat me alive?  I feel like I hate with more passion than I have ever loved.


Any feedback.?

Epic pop

Wellll, I've made some more art.
first a sort of fleshed out doodle of Faust VIII from Shaman King using my friend as the face model.

Then a finished onto my AU story doodles.. I did a sketch of my manta in a bed. I have mixed feelings about this picture 

Finally I have a finished picture of my AU Manta and Faust VIII using Shun Oguri and Gaspard Ulliel as models 

As For my life right now. I have >50 days before I am scheduled to leave for Navy bootcamp in Great Lakes, IL. I'm nervous but I'm also really excited. Last night I went to a show at The Lost Horizon, wich is a bar and saw alot of great bands like Lacerda, Honor Bright, Short Notice, Groundbreaking Ceremony and Still Rings True and some others!. I'm also now obsessed with Supernatural.

First of all. I have been making art most everyday. I feel this burning urge to reach a peak of skill before I leave for basic training in March 2011.


So I am focusing on my portraits [ big surprise] and color. Mostly my new obsession is pastel, and specifically crushing/shaving pastel pigment sticks into a powder and applying in light layers with a brush.


I really love how delicate this technique and combination works, and I really wish I had more time to explore it. Subsequently due to lack of time I am rushing into bigger things than I am able to handle. Yes I am not afraid to admit that. Thus the rest of the picture is a bit of a disaster...mostly because I charged into it without regarding proper anatomy.


I will really try and upload more here but its going to be hellish for the next few weeks.. and then months.

I'm now confident that I am not signing my soul away to Satan by enlisting. The devil wouldn't have given me this much paperwork.