Nezumi and Shion really get me. I love them. Separately and together. What a team. Nezumi finally loses his shit to someone worth losing it for after years of trusting no one, loving no one…Shion’s his challenge and he could never overcome him. Shion, the boy is loaded with love that needs no “I love you”, he shows it to Nezumi… or tells him something else, that he’s drawn to him. They really care about each other and I’m reading the novel right now to learn about that deeper level of love and characterization behind the surface of the anime.
Angels who are adrenaline junkies, chasing danger just hoping it will make them feel alive, feel infinite again. Angels who don’t care about the pain or injuries their adventures may bring; it only helps them feel more like themselves.
Angels who smoke, drink, do drugs, because hey, this body is temporary and wasn’t mine in the first place so what does it matter?
Angels who go out in the desert on clear nights looking for the strange lights in the sky, who go off in the woods looking for cryptids, trying to find something else that isn’t supposed to exist so they feel less alone.
Angels who break any and all laws they find useless, shaking their heads at the petty rules and restrictions placed on humans and at those who form the governments, pathetic humans who somehow find themselves fit to be placed above the rest. Angels who are rebels on earth as well as in heaven, impatiently awaiting the nearest revolution.
Angels who spill the truth about themselves to whoever will listen after one too many drinks or one too many nights stuck inside their own head, who know how delusional they sound but can’t bring themselves to care anymore.
Angels who’ve expertly mastered playing the part of the human they’re wearing, sometimes feeling bad that they’ve deceived so many of their vessel’s loved ones who don’t know that their child, their sibling, their friend, is long gone and replaced by some unfathomable consciousness.
Angels who stay armed at all times, whether it be switchblades in back pockets or revolvers under mattresses. Angels who sleep with a knife on their bedside table just in case their past comes looking for them. Angels who feel naked without a weapon.
Angels with little to no empathy who’ve learned how to portray emotions and reactions as well as anyone who feels, who can almost understand the feelings on a logical and mental level but not entirely. Angels who form attachments with the mind, because they can’t with their heart.
Angels who are a far cry from the selfless beings humans write them off as, who don’t care what happens to humanity, save perhaps for a handful of humans. Angels who only truly care about one or two people, but would level empires for them.
Angels who abandon their charges because they’re beyond help at this point, because they’re uncooperative, because they piss their angel off one too many times.
Angels who recognize each other on the street, perhaps once friends, lovers, enemies. They don’t speak. Their eyes say everything their mouths don’t.
Angels who don’t want to go back to heaven, who would rather stay trapped in an endless cycle of human lives than return to the corrupt shell of what heaven used to be.
Angels who avoid religious establishments like the plague, because how dare any mundane soul claim to know the doctrines of the divine.
Angels who are depressed, who are sick of the empty feeling in their chest, who don’t know how to feel whole again.
Angels that know that even going back to heaven will never heal old wounds, that nothing with ever be the same after their family was torn apart by the war.
Angels who remember nothing of home or who they were, who have only a feeling of divinity burning in their soul as their guiding compass.
Angels who remember too much, who feel it eating away at them every moment of every day, who think their lives would be easier if they could just forget. Angels who resent the knowledge of who and what they are, but know they’d be lost without it.
Angels who were made to destroy instead of create, who lament that humans can’t see that destruction can be just as beautiful and pure and raw as creation.
Angels who don’t remember God, who never knew Him, who don’t care to. Angels who know they wouldn’t get along.
Ya think when they be fuckin geta ever sounds like a damn crow/bird cause he can’t get Kakarots full name out so he’s just repeatedly goin “kaka- KAaKAAAA!” really loud. WHY AM I THINKIN ABOUT THIS Wtf 😂 I’m sorry
Your art is so beautiful and cute and your friendship with rob is one of the purest things I've ever seen and I love how you love Cas and you're a wonderful human being???
I just wanted to drop you a note and let you know how much I absolutely love your drawing style and your Supernatural comics <3
thank you so much!! ♥ i really appreciate that!
WAIT WAIT IS THE SWAINGELS BOOK ALREADY OUT?? WHERE??? HOW MUCH IS IT???
NOOO IT’S NOT EVEN CLOSE I PROMISE
i’ll make a post about it when it’s closer to being released! it was supposed to be done by seattle, but i’ve had so many issues with kidney pain, i’ve had to take too many breaks;;;
but i might actually do a preorder for this one! now that medical bills have totally wiped out all of my savings i’d worked up over the past like 3 years, i gotta start from scratch. so. yes. preorders will be given a good shot, which means a lot more people will be able to get what they want!