Fanart (super_disney): My Favorite Martian (Sam/Dean, PG-13)
Title: My Favorite Martian
Artist: cassiopeia7
Author: ephermeralk
Disney Prompt: My Favorite Martian
Pairing: Sam/Dean AU
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sam's bare butt. (or is that an enticement?)
Media: Ink, Prismacolor / Copic markers, pastel pencil, paint marker, and a little Photoshop magic.
Summary: When a space capsule crashes onto the beach where astrophysicist Dr. Dean Winchester works as an astronomer, he expects a NASA astronaut inside, not a humanoid extra-terrestrial named Sam. And he definitely doesn’t expect them to have much in common -- like, say, being brothers. After all, his own brother Sam had died years ago in what was supposedly a house fire.
Artist notes: Any excuse to put Sam's luscious bod in a skintight silver spacesuit -- and strip him OUT of it, well, I'm all over that. And scholarly professor!Dean in a sweater vest and glasses?? If you think I wasn't all over THAT, you don't know me very well. :D To be honest, I chose My Favorite Martian -- not because of the Disney movie, which I had not seen -- but because of the original television show. I eventually viewed the movie to prep for the challenge, and wow, what a stinker. The only good thing that movie did was to have the actor who played the original Martian some fifty years ago make an appearance. The rest was utter dreck, a total disservice to the original television program* starring Ray Walston and Bill Bixby, whose onscreen chemistry wasn't as smokin' hot as Jared and Jensen's, but still awesome. So this is 85% TV show, 15% Supernatural canon, and 0% crappy Disney movie. And 0.00% stupid physical humor, dumbass car chases, or "funny" sentient spacesuits. *glares at Disney*
There originally was no real "story," as this submission was intended to be art-only, with captions below each piece, but after I decided this needed more story than I was able to supply, I appealed to a few flisties, and OMG, did they deliver. Hearts and flowers to the amazing dear_tiger, ephermeralk, cleflink, dugindeep, and hugemind (who actually holds an astrophysics Ph.D., bless her big brain -- dear God, I love my brainy flist!) for their input, suggestions, technical assistance, cheerleading, support, friendship, and all-around awesomeness. Sometimes, it takes a village. Eternal adoration to ephermeralk for grabbing the reins of this driverless stagecoach and steering it down an amazing trail, changing Dean's profession from science reporter to an astrophysics Ph.D., and slipping SPN canon into the mix. A bouquet of virtual roses to the inimitable quickreaver for helping me out of a sticky perspective issue (and then I didn't even use the piece, LOL. Sorry, bb.) And of course, hugs to my primary beta, maichan, for whacking me on the noggin tossing magic Tinkerbell dust upon my scribbles and helping bring them to life.
Last, but not least, all the hugs in the universe for dephigravity and his team of Mighty Mods, those who brought the super_disney challenge back to life. SO much love! *smish-smish-smish*
*Yes, I am old. No, I am not THAT old, and did not watch the show when it originally aired fifty years ago. TV-Land and OVGuide are your FRIENDS.
Shutting up now. Have some art! (Which contains STORY SPOILERS, SO BEWARE!!)
As long as Dean’s been aware of his own thoughts, he’s loved space. Actually, obsessed might be more accurate. His first real memory is of sitting on his mother’s lap, her stomach large and rounded out with his baby brother, watching his father -- the infamous astronaut John Winchester -- land on Mars. Seeing the American flag planted into hard rock, the color of ripe tomatoes. He’d been four years old. By that point, the feel of his dad’s thick fingers scruffing up his hair, or the sound of laughter was hardly in his memory. That was over thirty years ago now.
A lot has changed since then.
--
He stands up to gather his equipment, taking one last measurement in the early morning sky, when a streak of blinding, white-hot light followed by an overwhelming sonic boom bursts into his vision, practically shaking the atoms around him.
--
Sammy’s half-drowned by the time that he washes to shore, barely able to crawl out of the pod that carried him through the atmosphere.
He’s also not wearing a NASA uniform. Instead, Sam’s covered head to toe in a soft silver fabric that glows dully in the early morning light.
“Sam?” Dean asks, as he helps stabilize Sam’s neck and he lowers him onto the warm sand.
“Hmm?”
“You’re not from here, are you?”
--
“Ahh, it sure feels good to get out of that space suit.”
Bonus pieces:
The "infamous astronaut John Winchester."
Mary's fiery death.
[Stuff and nonsense.]All right, we all know that my scanner sucks, and TBH, I've been spending more and more time adjusting contrast and value to "fix" what the stupid scanner did wrong, but this newest layer of distortion is ridiculous. MARY DOES NOT HAVE RED HAIR. I DREW IT AS BLONDE, YOU STUPID SCANNER, BLONDE.
Argh! *starts saving pennies for purchase of new scanner*
First banner rough.
Dean loving his Sammy even in utero.
Astronaut John Winchester, first man on Mars. The photo ref was Neil Armstrong, first man on the Moon. Trés appropriate, no? ;) (Yeah, I'm a NASA!nerd, anyone who's visited this LJ for longer than ten seconds KNOWS this, so shush!) XD
Aaaand, it's the second super_disney event where I've drawn dudes in spacesuits. ;D
Sam's view out of the crib. How sharper than a serpent's tooth is the pain of drawing unconventional camera angles. Quickreaver helped me out with a marvelous perspective layover, but I ultimately dropped it. :(
1st rough sketch of Dean's discovery:
Final piece, pre-crop:
The Tush of Sam Winchester, before and after. I used to fear drawing the guys with so much as an open shirt, but somewhere along the line, became unable to draw an artset without including a shot of Sam or Jared's bare ass. What? Sam's body is teaching me to draw the male form properly. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. ;)
Lifted the title font from a screenshot of the original b&w TV show, then digitally stripped the background, cleaned up the lettering (you do not want to know how long that took -- talk about tedious), and gave it a more Martian-y makeover.
. . . yes, Photoshop does have its uses. And even old dogs like me can learn a new trick. Or two. :DDDD
Artist: cassiopeia7
Author: ephermeralk
Disney Prompt: My Favorite Martian
Pairing: Sam/Dean AU
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sam's bare butt. (or is that an enticement?)
Media: Ink, Prismacolor / Copic markers, pastel pencil, paint marker, and a little Photoshop magic.
Summary: When a space capsule crashes onto the beach where astrophysicist Dr. Dean Winchester works as an astronomer, he expects a NASA astronaut inside, not a humanoid extra-terrestrial named Sam. And he definitely doesn’t expect them to have much in common -- like, say, being brothers. After all, his own brother Sam had died years ago in what was supposedly a house fire.
Artist notes: Any excuse to put Sam's luscious bod in a skintight silver spacesuit -- and strip him OUT of it, well, I'm all over that. And scholarly professor!Dean in a sweater vest and glasses?? If you think I wasn't all over THAT, you don't know me very well. :D To be honest, I chose My Favorite Martian -- not because of the Disney movie, which I had not seen -- but because of the original television show. I eventually viewed the movie to prep for the challenge, and wow, what a stinker. The only good thing that movie did was to have the actor who played the original Martian some fifty years ago make an appearance. The rest was utter dreck, a total disservice to the original television program* starring Ray Walston and Bill Bixby, whose onscreen chemistry wasn't as smokin' hot as Jared and Jensen's, but still awesome. So this is 85% TV show, 15% Supernatural canon, and 0% crappy Disney movie. And 0.00% stupid physical humor, dumbass car chases, or "funny" sentient spacesuits. *glares at Disney*
There originally was no real "story," as this submission was intended to be art-only, with captions below each piece, but after I decided this needed more story than I was able to supply, I appealed to a few flisties, and OMG, did they deliver. Hearts and flowers to the amazing dear_tiger, ephermeralk, cleflink, dugindeep, and hugemind (who actually holds an astrophysics Ph.D., bless her big brain -- dear God, I love my brainy flist!) for their input, suggestions, technical assistance, cheerleading, support, friendship, and all-around awesomeness. Sometimes, it takes a village. Eternal adoration to ephermeralk for grabbing the reins of this driverless stagecoach and steering it down an amazing trail, changing Dean's profession from science reporter to an astrophysics Ph.D., and slipping SPN canon into the mix. A bouquet of virtual roses to the inimitable quickreaver for helping me out of a sticky perspective issue (and then I didn't even use the piece, LOL. Sorry, bb.) And of course, hugs to my primary beta, maichan, for whacking me on the noggin tossing magic Tinkerbell dust upon my scribbles and helping bring them to life.
Last, but not least, all the hugs in the universe for dephigravity and his team of Mighty Mods, those who brought the super_disney challenge back to life. SO much love! *smish-smish-smish*
*Yes, I am old. No, I am not THAT old, and did not watch the show when it originally aired fifty years ago. TV-Land and OVGuide are your FRIENDS.
Shutting up now. Have some art! (Which contains STORY SPOILERS, SO BEWARE!!)
As long as Dean’s been aware of his own thoughts, he’s loved space. Actually, obsessed might be more accurate. His first real memory is of sitting on his mother’s lap, her stomach large and rounded out with his baby brother, watching his father -- the infamous astronaut John Winchester -- land on Mars. Seeing the American flag planted into hard rock, the color of ripe tomatoes. He’d been four years old. By that point, the feel of his dad’s thick fingers scruffing up his hair, or the sound of laughter was hardly in his memory. That was over thirty years ago now.
A lot has changed since then.
--
He stands up to gather his equipment, taking one last measurement in the early morning sky, when a streak of blinding, white-hot light followed by an overwhelming sonic boom bursts into his vision, practically shaking the atoms around him.
--
Sammy’s half-drowned by the time that he washes to shore, barely able to crawl out of the pod that carried him through the atmosphere.
He’s also not wearing a NASA uniform. Instead, Sam’s covered head to toe in a soft silver fabric that glows dully in the early morning light.
“Sam?” Dean asks, as he helps stabilize Sam’s neck and he lowers him onto the warm sand.
“Hmm?”
“You’re not from here, are you?”
--
“Ahh, it sure feels good to get out of that space suit.”
Bonus pieces:
The "infamous astronaut John Winchester."
Mary's fiery death.
[Stuff and nonsense.]All right, we all know that my scanner sucks, and TBH, I've been spending more and more time adjusting contrast and value to "fix" what the stupid scanner did wrong, but this newest layer of distortion is ridiculous. MARY DOES NOT HAVE RED HAIR. I DREW IT AS BLONDE, YOU STUPID SCANNER, BLONDE.
Argh! *starts saving pennies for purchase of new scanner*
First banner rough.
Dean loving his Sammy even in utero.
Astronaut John Winchester, first man on Mars. The photo ref was Neil Armstrong, first man on the Moon. Trés appropriate, no? ;) (Yeah, I'm a NASA!nerd, anyone who's visited this LJ for longer than ten seconds KNOWS this, so shush!) XD
Aaaand, it's the second super_disney event where I've drawn dudes in spacesuits. ;D
Sam's view out of the crib. How sharper than a serpent's tooth is the pain of drawing unconventional camera angles. Quickreaver helped me out with a marvelous perspective layover, but I ultimately dropped it. :(
1st rough sketch of Dean's discovery:
Final piece, pre-crop:
The Tush of Sam Winchester, before and after. I used to fear drawing the guys with so much as an open shirt, but somewhere along the line, became unable to draw an artset without including a shot of Sam or Jared's bare ass. What? Sam's body is teaching me to draw the male form properly. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. ;)
Lifted the title font from a screenshot of the original b&w TV show, then digitally stripped the background, cleaned up the lettering (you do not want to know how long that took -- talk about tedious), and gave it a more Martian-y makeover.
. . . yes, Photoshop does have its uses. And even old dogs like me can learn a new trick. Or two. :DDDD