mythical-cupcake:

neonthewrite:

mythical-cupcake:

So I think it’s been what 5 years since I’ve last drawn @neonthebright ’s character bowman? She’s always been one of my favorite writers and I wanted to throw something special her way. So, here’s my drawing from 2012 and my one from today, 5 years later.

H…

Holy SHIT

Somehow I never knew that old drawing was yours (I still have it and it gets moved to new computers whenever I get one, I love it).

The progress is incredible and also I’m practically vibrating with excitement over some surprise fanart. Look at him. He’s ready to go. This is amazing and I’m so grateful ;w; 

I can’t believe you still have it wow! And yeah I kinda hid who I was after I switched from deviantart to tumblr (had some sketchy people on there and didn’t want to advertise the move so I’m not surprised you didn’t know XD ) I’m so glad you like it though ❤

November 7th excerpt:

Right after spotting Sam, Jacob’s eyes flicked to the bundle of money next to him. It was big enough that Sam would have a hard time wrapping his arms around it, whether or not he could lift it. A willowy sprite like Bowman would have even more trouble. Even with Sam only standing at four inches tall, that amounted to a lot of cash.

Holy shit. Sam’s loaded.

November 3rd excerpt:

“When you’re out, you should stop at the library,” Sam mulled, glancing at the books they had. “Nothing here is really going to do us any good. And pick up a paper at the store to see what’s going on in town now.”

Jacob nodded blankly. A part of him focused on how casually Sam listed off what they needed. Things like library and newspaper weren’t in Bowman’s vocabulary at all, but just like when he navigated the laptop with ease, Sam didn’t even have to think about it. He just knew what to do next. Jacob was glad to have him around, because he never would have found anything on his own.

“Can do,” he said appreciatively. Odd as the errands were, he could actually do them. Better than spinning his wheels on research he didn’t fully understand. “I’ll wash up and head out … ” his eyes strayed to the notebook he’d kept next to the laptop. “If there’s something specific I should look out for at the library, jot it down?”

October 18th excerpt:

Jacob reached out to close the phone with a click of plastic against plastic. He pondered the conversation, finding even more questions in it that he could ask. Who’s Walt came to mind, but he knew better. Sam had hardly talked about any of the other people in his life; Jacob wasn’t going to ask him about someone unless Sam started that conversation.

It was weird. Sam was the same size as Bowman, but the similarities stopped there. With Bowman, it was hard to get a word in sometimes.

With Sam, awkward silences could pop up out of nowhere. He was an enigmatic little guy.

Inktober 15 2017 Paybacks A Bitch

wolfie180g:

Inktober 15th 2017   I almost never do comics so this is a learning experience for me! what do ya think?

Part one: https://wolfie180g.deviantart.com/art/inktober-13-2017-Dean-Sleepin-709588246

Part two: https://wolfie180g.deviantart.com/art/Inktober-14-2017-Wet-Willy-709928614

Part three: right here :}

Another night that Bowman spent at the motel sleepover: https://wolfie180g.deviantart.com/art/Inktober-5-2017-Wake-up-Dean-708206353

Inktober 15 2017 Paybacks A Bitch

October 15th excerpt:

Going back to the beginning of the book once more, Sam propped it against his chest as he walked closer to Jacob. He read it out loud, watching Jacob’s fingers punch in the numbers as he spoke. “You’ll want me on the line,” Sam warned before Jacob hit SEND. “Bobby takes as kindly as Dean to strangers calling him.”

Jacob smirked and let that be his show of understanding. He remembered his first phone call to the brothers, laced with distrust for him even having their number until he revealed he was Bowman’s friend.

Artwork by @homeiswheretheheartsare


Once everyone had their drink in hand, Dean offered up a toast. “Here’s to getting our resident Sasquatch back to properly towering over everyone around.”

“A-goddamn-men to that,” Jacob agreed, lifting his silvery handmade cup in cheers. He was so, so ready to get back to normal after his misadventure. Bowman shifted his own bottle cap (which was like a washbasin to Jacob) in an awkward imitation of the others, glancing at them to make sure he got it right.

Jacob had to chuckle. Bowman at least knew what a toast was because he’d had it explained to him before. Multiple times. He was shaky on the purpose of some human traditions, and Jacob was often at a loss for what to tell him. After all, a lot of human traditions came out of freaking nowhere.

Of course, in such cases, Bowman was never short of commentary on how silly that was.

Jacob took a drink, slowly savoring the mix of flavors in the beer. It was a local brew, and one of his favorites. Now that they were all past the mix up at the store, he had a chance to appreciate the fact that Dean had taken him up on his recommendation. Bowman took a drink of the stuff too, and Jacob grinned to see the sprite’s usual appreciative reaction to it. Seeing it in such a scale was interesting, too.

Bowman smirked, taking a second drink of his beer before speaking his mind. “Yeah, we gotta get Jacob back to normal before being the tallest goes straight to Dean’s head.”

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Oh man! XD I can’t imagine how unimpressed with this idea Jacob would be once Dean popped up with it with that shit-eating grin on his face. Those little swords were great when making sets as a kid, but when he’s small enough to use one for a weapon… not cool, Dean. Not cool.

Having a cup his size to drink out of might be cool, but could it outweigh the groans of exasperation for those little swords? Who even knows. Poor Jacob would rather no one give Dean these ideas, please.