Just Some Cas Sketches I Did While On Train I Guess?

Falling hard…

Beauty is in all collors, and all collors together! My little gift for everyone, wishing you all to grow and change and fly, like the butterflies! And to shine, like a rainbow after the storm! Happy Pride! Be proud!

Haven't done any traditional art in forever, so posting an old piece. A lil ol ink piece I did a few years ago

The self-hating Angel of Thursday

Supernatural Tarot pt.2

photo study with thee spn father and daughter duo

Screencap redraw from his demo! I really want his weapon 😭 give it to me mihoyo!!!!

umm uh i was so depressed amd uhh 😛😛😛

my lovely husbands

[ 5:59 a.m ] - MIYA OSAMU

“you ever sleep?,” you yawn, resting an arm on your roommate’s shoulder, looking at the screen he’s staring at - the time reading six a.m. he’s been studying all night. again.

”ya ever mind yer business?,” osamu answers, shoving you off, “yer up too, if ya didn’t notice.“

“hey, i just woke up!,” you walk over to the coffee maker, putting in some hot water, “but ya’ve been up all night,” you raise an eyebrow, “haven’t you?”

”whatever,” he mumbles, looking over at the piles of books, “leave ‘m alone,” -he picks up his textbook and waves it around-, “a’ve got assignments to do.“

”aight, grumpy ass,“ you scoff light-heartedly, stretching your limbs as you wait for your cup of coffee, resting your elbows on the counter. “ya want some?”

”how are ya so perky early in the morning?,” he turns to look at you, only getting a shrug in response. ”because i sleep,” you pick out another mug for him, “at night - like a normal person.“ pouring his share of the coffee, you set it down on the table, pulling a chair to sit next to him. you look at him carefully, observing.

osamu has always seemed interesting - from the day he’d moved in as your roommate, to now, when you’d say you’ve leveled up to friends.

his t-shirt is crinkled - the grey fabric decorated with some stains - probably something he was eating before. deep bags line the bottom of his eyes, the skin dark in contrast to his otherwise pale complexion. his hair are fluffy - in all their dyed glory; they look so soft, sticking out all over, messy strands falling onto his forehead - his signature put together look absent. his hair look like they smell good too.

you really want to touch ’em.

so of course, you being you, do exactly that.

“what are ya doin’?,” his muted voice speaks as you raise your hand to slowly place it on his head, your fingers extending.

”shhh,” you hold up a finger to your mouth, “just, hold on for a minute,” you tell him, grinning when osamu gruffs in acknowledgment, “fine.“

you stretch your hand nicely, running your fingers through osamu’s hair. it feels good, they’re soft — to be honest, you weren’t completely expecting them to be. after a solid five minutes, you‘re about to retract your hand - when his voice stops you.

“can ya-“ he hesitates, sighing as he sets down his textbook, “-do ya mind doin’ that a little longer?”

”sure,” you reply, walking over to the couch - osamu lets out an internal groan at the loss of contact, following you with his hands in his pockets, posture bent.

“c’mere then,“ you point to your lap as you sit up straight on the couch— perhaps trying your luck at flustering the man - which seems to fail as he simply obliges, placing his head on your thighs as his legs rest up on the couch.

you didn’t actually expect him to lay his head on your lap - you pause for a second, shocked, before he pulls your hand onto his head - making you resume.

“now yer choosing to be shy?,” his lips curve into a smirk on your skin, your hands moving to his forehead - almost instantly curing his headache and making him release a soft groan.

well so much for flustering osamu.

it goes on a while— sitting in silence until you hear a little snore, looking down to see osamu‘s body going up and down slowly, his arms resting under his head - he’s using your thighs as a pillow.

he looks so peaceful, so perfectly serene - something you’ve not seen in a while— a stark contrast to his usual deadpan expression, his lips form a pout; his nose slightly nudging you as his legs spread out behind him, falling off the couch (damned tall people with long legs).

your phone kept on the couch suddenly buzzes, causing you to panic and cut the call before it disturbs osamu. (he deserves some rest, after all). others can wait.

”goodnight,” you whisper, readying yourself to move— about to transfer his head onto a pillow - deciding to leave him alone, considering how he may get embarrassed later.

just as you start lifting up your knees— osamu’s gruff voice speaks up, hands gripping on tighter to you.

“stay.“ he’s never felt this comfortable - he feels loved in your arms; and doesn’t want you to let go.

and as you glance at his face, heart warming at his actions; kissing his forehead as you settle down - he can rest assured you won’t let go anytime soon.

you grin at the side of his head, yawning as your hands slip around him. it’s nice, to be friends with your roommate.

and maybe, just maybe, you could level up to something more.

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