So this is just a personal reference I drew for a wing fic I’m writing. I just wanted a guide as far as coloration/size relation of all the angel’s wings in my universe.
I didn’t really use references (which is obvious in the fact that some of these are horribly inaccurate) but I figured I’d upload it anyway!
deancas high school au (ficlets welcome!)
“Hey, Cas!” Castiel heard a arrogant drawl behind him that could only be Dean Winchester.
Great. Since when was Dean Winchester in his Spanish class? As if his day couldn’t get any worse. And of course he grabbed the seat next to Cas, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and smirking at him as he sat down.
“Hey angel, you change your mind yet? Go out with me c’mon.” Cas pretended he couldn’t hear him but the slight blush that colored his face and the flick of his eyes towards Dean definitely gave him away.
Dean smirked again. Asshole.
“I know you want to, I’ve seen you lookin’. I’d let you do a lot more than look you know.” His voice dropped to a whisper at the end, and he leaned towards Cas, green eyes sparkling.
Shit, why the hell did he have to be so goddamn beautiful.
“Fuck off, Winchester. Why don’t you go charm one of the girls throwing themselves all over you. You’d get a lot farther a lost faster. ” He gave Dean his best glower and then looked forward again.
“You think I’m charming?” He could practically hear the smile in Dean’s voice and it made him irrationally angry.
Thankfully, the bell ran just then and he bolted out of there before Dean could say anything else. Dean Winchester was going to be the death of him.
“Hi, I’m Meg, I’m a demon.”
Where Angels are light and refraction, Demons are smoke and suffocation. A human soul is warped and becomes jaded in Hell and takes on it’s own attributes of malice, as well as the surrounding environment. The internal, “leftover” corrupted soul can be seen like burning fire through cracks left on their smoking bodies. Their outward appearance is a physical manifestation of the hatred in their souls, and varies WILDLY from demon to demon. Some are more pleasing to the eye; others are horrific nightmares that all but have destroyed themselves. Where Angels are the perfect beings, Demons are all the imperfections of the world, and because of this, they can hardly stand to even look at each other. The Grace and Light of more powerful Angels can destroy lesser Demons with a mere flicker of their glassy wings.
On Earth, demons travel in a smoky cloud and cannot manifest physically, much like angels. When they take over a human host though, other supernatural creatures such as demons and angels can see their true visage, even though to humans, they blend right in.
Meg bears a vulturine face and two “horns” that dissolve into smoke behind her. A sexual creature, she keeps a lot of her human body’s features, including her female gender, which was instilled heavily on her life. Her tail whips around like a dragon of old, dissipating like a black carpet behind her.
I didn’t know what I wanted for Meg when I first drew her, but I like her as this sort of, Egyptian goddess I see here. The animalistic properties of her needs and desires, plus the cruelty of her form complete. In terms of Demons, she is not the worst to look at, and she can use this, plus her strong sexual nature, to her utmost benefit among the Hell ranks. There is a reason Crowley calls her “whore”.
Swooning. That’s what I’m doing. I’m swooning.
“You do ever miss the Apocalypse?”
“No, why would I miss the end of times?”
Alright, so as some may or may not be aware of, I drew, a long time ago, what I envision angels to be like and pretty much all of my headcanons about their “true form”s.
Ever since then, I’ve wanted to draw more of Castiel, especially in moments that actually happen in the show. And while I’ve wanted to do other scenes (the anvil scene, “I don’t think you pronounced that correctly” and “please except this sandwich”, among others), I chose this one because it was such an interesting dynamic between two creatures who are not too far from human themselves.
If anyone wonders… Castiel’s “mask” is cracked because it is scarred forever from the pain Lucifer put on his mind and the subsequent time after that. It’s only now mending, and will never fully disappear. His Grace just isn’t strong enough to heal that wound. His wings are also folded currently. When “folded, the bottom two pairs sweep down and look like a “tail” of sorts.
About Demons: All demons manifest themselves differently because each demon is transformed in different ways. They are also basically a bunch of smoke; angels, being essentially light, wield one of the few weapons that can pierce through them and kill them. This is Meg: she is usually fully black, but the lines are where Crowley tortured her using the Angel Blade. Those marks never heal.
I will probably color this tomorrow and post the finished piece. Look at all my headcanons about things we can’t even see hrmmm. I think about this a lot, even if I don’t always put it on paper, haha.
I really love talking about these designs and may even adopt them for later use in my own stories in the future, so if anyone has any questions, hit up my inbox PLEASE, so I can gush and draw more angels and demons. I just have a lot of feels about things we can’t see.