Supernatural/ J2 BigBang 2009: Art for 'If You're Out There'
This is my second year participating in spn_j2_bigbang, and once again, I had a blast. :D It's finally time to post, and I'm really excited and nervous at the same time! XD Anyway...
This is art for the story ' If You're Out There', written by the wonderful magicletters. I hope you had as much fun working with me as I had with you, bb. :D
Alright, here we go. Click on the pictures to see them bigger (just a warning, they're fairly ginormous. XD). Art contains spoilers for the story, so if you don't want to be spoiled, I suggest you read the story first. :3 Hope you all like!
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Scene Illustrations
On DeviantArt // Original Pencil Sketch
'Jared watches Jensen play with the hem of his shirt, hesitating to show the bruises on his abdomen. Jared has seen his dad's wrath before, but Jensen can't keep the shame and embarrassment from settling in his cheeks and causing them to blossom a brilliant red that stands starkly against his otherwise pale features. He lifts the thin material and winces slightly at the rush of cold air against his skin.
The marks are large and crimson, welts angry and swollen. The bruises wrap around his torso, disappearing onto his back and stretching over his protuding ribs. Jared doesn't realize Jensen has begun to cry until he hiccups, his breath catching in his chest and that's all it takes for his exterior to crumble. The tears that fall are hurt and terrified, and he lets his head fall to rest on Jared's shoulders.'
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On DeviantArt // Original Pencil Sketch
'A rush of cold wind seems to jumpstart Jensen's head again, and he remembers that he's standing exposed, his pants having fallen down to his ankles and his shirt lying in a forgotten heap on the ground. He slowly reaches down, pulls his pants back up before slipping on his discarded shirt, and slides down onto the cold concrete beneath him. He closes his eyes, pulls his knees close to his chest and rests his head on top of them. He's tired, so, so tired, and his limbs feel so heavy he doesn't know if he's able to stand even if he tried.'
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On DeviantArt // Original Pencil Sketch
'He stops himself just short of Jensen, resists the overwhelming need to wrap his arms around him, to hold him and never let him go, and settles for just cupping Jensen's face in his hand. He breaths in his familiar scent, relishes the sparks igniting underneath his fingers as they rest on his smooth skin.'
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(please comment if you take one, and don't hotlink!! Thank you!)
Constructive criticism and comments are love. :3
This is art for the story ' If You're Out There', written by the wonderful magicletters. I hope you had as much fun working with me as I had with you, bb. :D
Alright, here we go. Click on the pictures to see them bigger (just a warning, they're fairly ginormous. XD). Art contains spoilers for the story, so if you don't want to be spoiled, I suggest you read the story first. :3 Hope you all like!
Second banner - big
Scene Illustrations
On DeviantArt // Original Pencil Sketch
'Jared watches Jensen play with the hem of his shirt, hesitating to show the bruises on his abdomen. Jared has seen his dad's wrath before, but Jensen can't keep the shame and embarrassment from settling in his cheeks and causing them to blossom a brilliant red that stands starkly against his otherwise pale features. He lifts the thin material and winces slightly at the rush of cold air against his skin.
The marks are large and crimson, welts angry and swollen. The bruises wrap around his torso, disappearing onto his back and stretching over his protuding ribs. Jared doesn't realize Jensen has begun to cry until he hiccups, his breath catching in his chest and that's all it takes for his exterior to crumble. The tears that fall are hurt and terrified, and he lets his head fall to rest on Jared's shoulders.'
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On DeviantArt // Original Pencil Sketch
'A rush of cold wind seems to jumpstart Jensen's head again, and he remembers that he's standing exposed, his pants having fallen down to his ankles and his shirt lying in a forgotten heap on the ground. He slowly reaches down, pulls his pants back up before slipping on his discarded shirt, and slides down onto the cold concrete beneath him. He closes his eyes, pulls his knees close to his chest and rests his head on top of them. He's tired, so, so tired, and his limbs feel so heavy he doesn't know if he's able to stand even if he tried.'
***
On DeviantArt // Original Pencil Sketch
'He stops himself just short of Jensen, resists the overwhelming need to wrap his arms around him, to hold him and never let him go, and settles for just cupping Jensen's face in his hand. He breaths in his familiar scent, relishes the sparks igniting underneath his fingers as they rest on his smooth skin.'
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Icons
(please comment if you take one, and don't hotlink!! Thank you!)
Constructive criticism and comments are love. :3