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@venusmoon314
Hello, I’m VenusMoon!
Hey, I make art. Multifandom fanart and OCs mostly.
Requests, Colabs, Trades, and Commissions open :]
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Something something you ride that dragon sokka
Closeup and bonus scribble:
IM COOKINGGGGG
Wanted to do their respective family portraits to show the differences in family dynamics
The Heukchi’s are a small family but content with each other; a very trusting and tight knit family.
The Straton’s are stern and cold, with a much more staged and “proper” portrait showcasing this. Calcifer is already an angry child, and Elizabeth is already being favored in terms of affection and intimacy with the family.
Family is…complicated

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Playing with them like dolls
Some thoughts on Destiel and the divine and the profane
Dean is a faithless man. He knows that. He is dirty and impure and everything an angel should hate and seek to cure.
Castiel is an angel. A servant of the Lord. But his God is gone, and he is Fallen. So what is there left but a broken thing with the name of something divine. What is there left but a servant with no one to serve.
Castiel was Dean’s saving grace. The being that pulled him from hell, yes, but also the angel that helped him understand what family meant beyond empty duty. How to believe that he was worth saving.
Dean was Castiel’s saving grace. The broken and bloodied man had taught him what it meant to be human. How to live for himself. How to deal with absent fathers and the emptiness they left.
Dean changed Cas, on a level so fundamental it may as well be some shift in the forces holding his quarks together. His humanity, his unholiness, had stained Cas’s hands irrevocably with love and blood and disillusionment. Dean was an anchor bringing him low but also keeping him in place, a settling force that made its way into his bones, settling his restless wings and giving him a purpose. He was something to serve, to deserve unending loyalty, to love with his entire being. That was how Dean became Castiel’s God.
Castiel changed Dean, in a way so fundamental it must have somehow rewired his synapses. Even through his lack of faith, his refusal to believe in something higher, Cas’s divinity had stained him in a way deeper than the handprint on his shoulder or the sigils carved into his ribs. Castiel became the person Dean could trust more than himself, trust to always do the right thing, trust to do what was right for Dean and what was right for the world. Someone he trusted to never hurt him without reason. Castiel was the first person he had ever prayed to since the night of the fire. He was the first thing worth praying to. That was how Cas became Dean’s God.
In the wake of absent fathers and wandering duty, the two built something for themselves in the names of each other. They made churches dedicated to whispered words and clasped hands, light shining through stained glass of spread wings and dripping blood. Balled fists, rifles, daggers became the crosses they wore around their necks like a shield against the cruelty of the world, a trench coat and a leather jacket their clerical vestments. Choirs were found in whispered prayers and thunderous voices, sermons preached of a Godhood neither knew they possessed but that the other held onto like a rock against waves, with bloodied knuckles and blistering palms.
When the divine loves a man profane, that love smears his divinity. But, so too does a love for the divine do the same to profanity. To be close to something holy is to be stained by it, its essence smeared across your soul.
Somewhere in the melding of holy and unholy, the staining of each other's touch, the muddling of what once was pure, within swirling messes of conflict and cautious harmony, there is found something new: humanity. For between heaven and hell, what is there but the world? Between heaven and hell, what is there but people? Between heaven and hell, what is there but love.
A messy drunk n flirty mentos sketch for yall <3
I love lying ab not finishing smthn
In the aftermath of primal scream therapy…
(Click for higher quality, the grain gets funky at smaller scales apparently)
For Good (original broadway recording) but Destiel…
“Like an handprint on my heart”
Dean praying to Castiel even after he knows the angel is long gone, ripped away from him by the Dark
And he’s gone but Dean sometimes feels like he’s still there somehow, like maybe Cas can still hear him
And Cas does hear him, loud and clear
He holds onto Deans voice like a lifeline, yelling, praying back even though he knows Dean can’t hear him
And Dean can’t hear him
He’ll never hear Cas again…

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Thinking about the intimacy of desecration
ALSO the idea of desecration through love
Dean doesn’t pray to God, but he’ll pray to Cas
To Dean, Cas is better than any uncaring God he’s never seen
He trusts Cas to take care of his little brother
He’s never put that trust in anyone but himself before Cas, and even sometimes his trust in himself wavered like it never did with Cas
But Cas is better, holier, closer than any God Dean has ever heard of or met
It’s the concreteness of going through hell, or purgatory, together and coming out the other side still undying loyal
Because an angel is nothing if not loyal to its God
A messy drunk n flirty mentos sketch for yall <3
The Good Lord Speaks Like a Roll of Thunder…
They run The Pitt…
Timelapse under the cut :]

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This trio brings me so much joy
I’m drawing these silly guys to distract myself from the most recent episodes ending