[art masterpost] turn me around (take me back to the start)
Title: turn me around (take me back to the start)
Author: cards_slash
Artist: ambiloquy
Warnings: blood, non-explicit nudity, scars, implied drug use. art contains spoilers for fic.
Summary: Set in The End. When Cas dies the last thing he thinks about is Dean and the man that he’s become by 2014. It’s a story told in reverse (from end to beginning) of how they’d gone from angel-and-righteous man to the barely recognizable people they are on the day they die. What started out as a partnership against the incredible odds slowly gets turned into a co-dependent hateful mess.
i was super excited to tackle this fic because i love stories that mess with time, which in this case means working from the chronological end to the beginning. and also end!verse is my faaaave. like, usually i am terrible with sad endings, but with end!verse i am just, "ok yes good cry some more" haha. there is something weirdly comforting about going through a living hell together idk. plus, cards_slash was just an absolute joy to work with!
link to animated gif version (seizure warning)
ugh banners are the hardest haha. i am really pleased with how this turned out, though! this was the last piece i did, and for once it turned out almost exactly like it did in my head. it was hard to figure out what i wanted to do, but eventually i decided i wanted to show how cas has been losing parts of himself to his relationship with dean over the course of the fic.
or
something like that
1.
He was starving, (just dying), and Dean groaned against his mouth and tipped his head so their foreheads were together. They were both shaking with the effort it took to keep up the facade, Cas playing at ignorance and Dean playing at innocence and Cas smiled at him, "I always liked you best, out of everyone."
aaaaaaaauuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh why, why, you are both asshoooooles ugh
i don't really know how male bodies work oops :( i tried to use misha's naked torso as a reference, but then i got distracted by misha's naked torso, so unfortunately it didn't work as well as it could've.
2.
It was six-seven-eight-nine-ten more words before Cas managed to finish off the exorcism and the demons were too busy throwing their arms and legs around to try to stop him. The one that came the closest scratched his face as it fell forward and landed as nothing more than a dead body on the floor. Dean was heaving for breath, grabbing at the end of the rusted-serrated knife that was dug into his arm and he pulled it out and threw it to the side.
“You dumb son of a bitch,” Cas shouted at him. He slapped both of his (filthy, filthy) hands across the wound and reached forward to get the rags of clothes the dead bodies were wearing. He rolled them up and shoved it down against the wound as it bled out between his fingers and made his hands slick-and-hot and slippery.
i just really like coloring blood IDK red looks so good on all the thingssss. i also wanted to draw sarah, because ofc the first sarah i thought of was sarah blake (*-*), and ofc sarah blake is cool enough to survive in a zombie apocalypse, but i couldn't figure out where to fit her in.:-( it's okay, she lives on in my heart.
dean is really hard to draw, geez
3.
Cas made his peace with God and heaven and his life in a ditch by the side of the road. It was late-after-midnight with the air so bitterly-cold it was like the devil himself must have set up camp in one of the broken buildings inside the city. He was freezing-cold and floating-high on little pills he found in a medicine cabinet. (They belonged to someone called Mortimer French and that man was better off dead than medicated anyway.) The sky over his head was black-as-pitch (or demon eyes) and so covered in a cap of dark clouds that even if the moon and stars had bothered to shine he wouldn’t have known it.
this was one of those things where you realize that you could've drawn this scene in a totally different and probably more interesting way, except that it's almost four in the morning and you are already saving it as a .png. LIIIIIIFE maybe one day i will redraw this! i don't hate it, but missed potentialllll guhhhh. ONE DAY.
i'll probably add the detail shots tomorrow, because i forgot haha. and also i am pretty frustrated because there are so many other scenes in this fic that i wish i could've drawn, as well! i am just super terrible at the time management.:-( i'll probably add more illustrations here as i do them, though. ~no one can stop me~
anyway, i enjoyed drawing for this fic so much! it is actually super awful because the gaping holes in my heart that i acquired while reading still have not healed. definitely you should go check it out!!!
yes good okay that's
all
folks
Author: cards_slash
Artist: ambiloquy
Warnings: blood, non-explicit nudity, scars, implied drug use. art contains spoilers for fic.
Summary: Set in The End. When Cas dies the last thing he thinks about is Dean and the man that he’s become by 2014. It’s a story told in reverse (from end to beginning) of how they’d gone from angel-and-righteous man to the barely recognizable people they are on the day they die. What started out as a partnership against the incredible odds slowly gets turned into a co-dependent hateful mess.
i was super excited to tackle this fic because i love stories that mess with time, which in this case means working from the chronological end to the beginning. and also end!verse is my faaaave. like, usually i am terrible with sad endings, but with end!verse i am just, "ok yes good cry some more" haha. there is something weirdly comforting about going through a living hell together idk. plus, cards_slash was just an absolute joy to work with!
link to animated gif version (seizure warning)
ugh banners are the hardest haha. i am really pleased with how this turned out, though! this was the last piece i did, and for once it turned out almost exactly like it did in my head. it was hard to figure out what i wanted to do, but eventually i decided i wanted to show how cas has been losing parts of himself to his relationship with dean over the course of the fic.
or
something like that
1.
He was starving, (just dying), and Dean groaned against his mouth and tipped his head so their foreheads were together. They were both shaking with the effort it took to keep up the facade, Cas playing at ignorance and Dean playing at innocence and Cas smiled at him, "I always liked you best, out of everyone."
aaaaaaaauuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh why, why, you are both asshoooooles ugh
i don't really know how male bodies work oops :( i tried to use misha's naked torso as a reference, but then i got distracted by misha's naked torso, so unfortunately it didn't work as well as it could've.
2.
It was six-seven-eight-nine-ten more words before Cas managed to finish off the exorcism and the demons were too busy throwing their arms and legs around to try to stop him. The one that came the closest scratched his face as it fell forward and landed as nothing more than a dead body on the floor. Dean was heaving for breath, grabbing at the end of the rusted-serrated knife that was dug into his arm and he pulled it out and threw it to the side.
“You dumb son of a bitch,” Cas shouted at him. He slapped both of his (filthy, filthy) hands across the wound and reached forward to get the rags of clothes the dead bodies were wearing. He rolled them up and shoved it down against the wound as it bled out between his fingers and made his hands slick-and-hot and slippery.
i just really like coloring blood IDK red looks so good on all the thingssss. i also wanted to draw sarah, because ofc the first sarah i thought of was sarah blake (*-*), and ofc sarah blake is cool enough to survive in a zombie apocalypse, but i couldn't figure out where to fit her in.:-( it's okay, she lives on in my heart.
dean is really hard to draw, geez
3.
Cas made his peace with God and heaven and his life in a ditch by the side of the road. It was late-after-midnight with the air so bitterly-cold it was like the devil himself must have set up camp in one of the broken buildings inside the city. He was freezing-cold and floating-high on little pills he found in a medicine cabinet. (They belonged to someone called Mortimer French and that man was better off dead than medicated anyway.) The sky over his head was black-as-pitch (or demon eyes) and so covered in a cap of dark clouds that even if the moon and stars had bothered to shine he wouldn’t have known it.
this was one of those things where you realize that you could've drawn this scene in a totally different and probably more interesting way, except that it's almost four in the morning and you are already saving it as a .png. LIIIIIIFE maybe one day i will redraw this! i don't hate it, but missed potentialllll guhhhh. ONE DAY.
i'll probably add the detail shots tomorrow, because i forgot haha. and also i am pretty frustrated because there are so many other scenes in this fic that i wish i could've drawn, as well! i am just super terrible at the time management.:-( i'll probably add more illustrations here as i do them, though. ~no one can stop me~
anyway, i enjoyed drawing for this fic so much! it is actually super awful because the gaping holes in my heart that i acquired while reading still have not healed. definitely you should go check it out!!!
yes good okay that's
all
folks