Hey there, I admire your work as an artist, so I thought I'd ask for some tips on how to draw faces from angles that arent front-on? :3
Hi! Thank you!
Sadly, I absolutely suck at giving advice or tips, because I just do it a certain way and hope for the best. So this is not a tutorial at all and I assume that you already have looked at some stuff before to figure out how to draw faces.
For this I’ll simply make a sketch to try to show you how I do stuff… So for this we need a volunteer.
Cas apparently doesn’t want to look at us, so hi Sam!
It’s easiest to work with references so you can always check back how it’s actually supposed to look whenever you need a bit of help.
So let’s get started!
So this potato with a target on it, is the basic head shape. Art teachers or students might not draw it like this, no idea, but this is what works for me most of the time.
I always try to put some “landmarks” for orientation in the face. Usually that’s the shape of the face and the nose/ brow.
Looks creepy but it’s a start. See how I’ve put in the major “landmarks”? It already looks like a face.
As you can see the edge of the nose and the inner corner of the eye kinda align. (Again, proper art tutorials will tell you tricks for how to navigate drawing the face.)
Something like this comes out. Now you just continue to build up Sammy’s face.
Sam’s kinda skeptical about what I’m doing. But I continue working with my sketch, always keeping an eye on the reference.
A/N: Happy Angst Appreciation Day. Reader is Eileen’s five year old daughter.
Sam stared down at Eileen’s body in shock; he couldn’t believe she was dead. He felt the tears begin to quickly build in his eyes while he observed the different injuries that she was covered in.
The brothers continued their conversation about what happened, how could she be dead? Why did the hell hound kill her? Why did this always have to happen to the ones that they loved?
Then Dean asked a question that stopped Sam’s heart;
“What do you think happened to Y/N?”
“We need to find her Dean.” Sam said in a serious tone that was laced with worry. You were only five years old; your mother was dead and your father was a hunter who wanted nothing to do with you, just another reason why Eileen always avoided other hunters.
“I know Sam, we will.” Dean assured him before turning to leave the morgue.
“No Dean,” Sam replied, gripping his brother’s arm, “We need to find her. She’s just a kid, who’s alone with the freaking British Men of Letters out there looking for all hunters. They wanted revenge on Eileen for the accident with the colt, who’s to say they won’t take it out on Y/N.”
Dean nodded his head, “We need to find Y/N.”
A few days had passed since Eileen’s death and the Winchester’s were no closer to finding you. They had checked every motel in the area Eileen’s body had been found. They checked data bases, security cameras, they couldn’t find you anywhere.
They hadn’t given up the search, but moved their hunt for you back to the bunker so that they could have a home base while finding you.
Summary: You went behind the boys’ backs in order to help them on a hunt, but you never thought that the backlash would be that bad. Pairing: SamxReader Words: 1356 Warning: Language. Angst. AN: This kinda hurt to write, but I also really enjoyed it. I wanna thank @skybinx-blog, cos it was a prompt sent in by her that inspired this one! It was originally one of my drabbles, but it seriously got away from me. But I can’t say I’m complaining. Especially since it’s Angst Day!!! :p Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!
It was a little scary how angry Sam was at you, considering
you’d only ever seen this kind of anger from him directed at the bad guy. You’d
always found it heart-warming, how passionate he got when it came to defending
civilians, but this… if you didn’t know him as well as you did, it’d be
You were sat at the head of the bed in your pyjama shorts a
shirt, knees pulled up to your chest as you watched him pace up and down the
foot of the bed. He’d been silent for almost five minutes, and you were
starting to get worried.
“Don’t,” he snapped, not even looking up at you as he shook
his head, “you don’t get to talk, Y/N.”
Making a small, huffing sound, you shifted slightly where
you sat. “I think I have a right to defend myself,” you muttered, a bitter edge
to your voice.
“Really? You think that?” he said, pausing in his pacing to
stare down at you with nothing but rage in his eyes, you could practically feel
it rolling off of his body in waves. “Cos from where I’m standing, Y/N, you just
stabbed us in the back!”
“No, Sam! I was helping you and Dean out, we needed the
“You went behind our backs and went to Crowley, Y/N.
Freaking Crowley! Now, Dean’s got a broken leg and the goddamn Colt is missing.
What the hell gave you the right to
use that as a bartering chip?” He was going red in the face now, and you could
feel true panic starting to rise in your chest, your heart pounding against the
inside of your ribs as if it were trying to break free.
Hello mates! You know I love angst, and, well, it just happened to be Angst Appreciation Day today, so yeah ;)
Characters: Older sister Winchester!reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester [mentioned], other members of the Winchester/Campbell family.
Warnings: Broken reader, implied depression, just overall bad mental health. If you think about what Sam and Dean’s been through, it’s not far of a stretch from the show, but just know that it’s angsty (not the most angsty thing I’ve written though, sorry.)
A/N: I feel like I got a positive response to some of my older sister stuff I did a while back, and I also just got some older sister angst feels, so yeah, here you go. Also, there’s a couple of paragraphs (and title) taken from this song: Circles (MNG Remix) - Eden Project. If you want, listen to it while reading this, it builds up the angst ;)
If I told you how this story end,
Would you change a step you take?
And if I could relive all of my days,
I’d live them all the same.
‘cause I’m scared, of all that I don’t know,
'cause I want it all but all of it ain’t gold.
And I’m scared, but I know it’s not for long
'cause I’m learning what I should’ve long before.
You sat on the carpet clad floor of the dark motel room, right by the door. It was the middle of the night, but it wasn’t not quiet — your brothers’ steady breaths filled the room, filled you up with calmness. You clutched the shotgun tighter, and the cold metal of the barrel your hands were wrapped around was slowly getting warmer by the heat you were exuding. You’re 24 years old and you’re the protector of this family. Always had been, and always will be.