Inktober 19th drawing for Nightmares06 for a future story illustration.
Tag: size difference
October 19th excerpt:
Jacob was fascinated, by Sam’s words and by the fact that he was talking to someone who could use a laptop as a bench. That never got old, the size disparity between him and the extra-small folk he’d met. A lot of people came up to his chest and complained about his size. They had no idea what he looked like to someone like Sam.
Yet there he was, not hiding away. Jacob was grateful for trust, however tenuous.
I made an extra smol Jacob out of clay. For reasons. Unfortunately I didn’t have any lifesavers for a reference 😉
XD This is amazing, I love it so much. And funny you took it next to a ring that looks like that…
LMAO. What a great clay Jacob. That’s way too little for someone to be, and you’ve gone and illustrated in in as close to real life as we can get. I love it. XD
October 1st excerpt:
Stalking over to Dean’s boot, Sam pounded his fist on the thick leather and called up “Dean! Down here!”
In seconds, Dean was kneeling down again, the sight of him dropping down so fast and from so close nearly making Sam’s head spin. He jabbed a finger at the smudged mark. “Bowman found something that looks right, can you see it?”
Dean squinted, and after a long moment put a hand down on the ground near them, glancing around himself to see if anyone else was nearby, then going flat on his stomach. He peered closely at the ground before shaking his head. “Maybe… a smudge or something.”
August 25th excerpt:
“You haven’t hurt me before,” Jacob insisted. “Which, uh. Thanks, by the way. But y’know, being small doesn’t make me that fragile.”
“Dude, don’t give me that,” Dean complained, switching the way his fingers were placed to flatten Jacob’s hand out. Like this, Dean could see each individual finger. They were so thin compared to Dean, he could barely see them. If Jacob spread his hand out over Dean’s fingertip, he wouldn’t be able to cover it. That small.
Dean didn’t let his fascination keep him from caution while he looked to make sure none of the fingers (what he could see of them) were hurt, complaining all the way. “If I wasn’ so big, you woulndna got yourself in trouble. And that’s why we’re here, so we can make sure you stay safe from now on.”
July 1st excerpt:
Stan blinked quickly as he watched Dean step on, and it took him a few seconds to remember to breathe. For all his bluster and readiness to boss around people much taller than him, it was easy to forget just how small Dean was. His every movement, every shift of his minuscule weight, tickled Stan’s palm, and it was all he could do to keep perfectly still. In such a precarious position, Stan certainly didn’t want to knock Dean over with a twitch.
June 30th excerpt:
Breathing deeply as he sank into the armchair adjacent to the bookshelf, Stan hesitantly copied Dean’s hand position and moved it closer to the smaller man like a platform. “Don’t worry, I keep clean hands,” he quipped to hide his anxiety behind a smirk.
“Good, ‘cause the last thing I want is to end up smelling like Cheese Curls,” Dean quipped back, hiding his nerves the same as Stan, aided by the fact that his face, so much smaller than the others, was much harder to read. Thus far, he’d only ever allowed Sherlock and John to hold him.
I didn’t want to spend the inevitable eons coloring this, since this is all about getting practice actually drawing the dang stuff, but it looked weird as just line art so have some grayscale. (Also I realize Sawyer does not look super stuck but believe me he is, the doorway is v smol. Plus all my lines are shaky but hey, I guess that’s why I’m practicing.)
This AU is the cutest thing ever. I really love it. X3 Charlie and Sawyer belong to me, Oscar belongs to @neonthebright.
Send me a doodle request? I’m practicing digital only stuff on my tablet.
Artwork by @mogadeer
May 27th excerpt:
Dean lifted up the measuring tape and dangled it close to Jacob. “It’ll only take a second.”
Jacob made a flat look at the tape measure, and at the notepad Dean had dragged closer. “No thanks,” he answered, sidling away from both pointedly. He had a feeling that the number, no matter how close or far it was from his estimation, wouldn’t be very encouraging at all. He was still small enough for Dean to drop in a pocket. “I already know I’m not winning any height contests here, so there’s no need.”
Brothers Apart 