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Title: <\/strong> For the Blood is the Life
Gifter:<\/strong> <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Giftee:<\/strong> <\/a>quickreaver<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing<\/strong>: Samifer (or Boyking!Sam, if you prefer) and demon!Dean
Rating:<\/strong> PG-13
Warnings:<\/b> Blood, blood-drinking
Summary: <\/strong> Sam has a thirst and Dean provides. (Cris, one of your "likes" involved Boy King Sam and Demon!Dean ... and I know how much you like blood, so have some Demon Dean seducing Boy King Sam into taking a sip from the forbidden fountain.)


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Comments: <\/b> Welp, I really blew it this year. Missed the <\/a>spn_j2_xmas<\/b><\/a><\/span> deadline and ended up booted from the exchange. I just couldn't get the gift in on time, and even during the grace period, the disasters kept coming. From my sister contracting COVID, to me cracking my skull on the bathroom sink, to our dog dying, life kept shooting flaming, poisoned arrows into my ability to draw. So Cris, I am so sorry this is so ridiculously, scandalously, craptastically late, but here is your gift.

Apologies to my poor giftee <\/a>quickreaver<\/b><\/a><\/span>, long-suffering Mods <\/a>glovered<\/b><\/a><\/span> and <\/a>oddishly<\/b><\/a><\/span>, and indeed, the entire <\/a>spn_j2_xmas<\/b><\/a><\/span> community.

2021 sucked.<\/p><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/631348.html?view=comments#comments","category":["boy king!sam","samifer","demon!dean","fanart","christmas gifts","supernatural","spn-j2-xmas","cassiopeia's massive!fail"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/631207.html","pubDate":"Sat, 11 Sep 2021 12:12:29 GMT","title":"Twenty years ago today ...","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/631207.html","description":"




Today, I'm watching the sunrise in Chicago. On September 11, 2001, I lived in northern New Jersey and worked in lower Manhattan. Though that part of my life is long ago and far away, some things never leave you.


In August of 2001 ...
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... this was the view from slightly south of Colgate Pier on the New Jersey side of the Hudson.  Tom was playing with his new camera and shot this photo little more than two weeks before September 11th. It was a truly gorgeous view.  At the time, I lived about half a mile from Colgate and from my bedroom windows, I could see the the upper third of the North Tower(with the antenna) and part of the South Tower. At night, it was gorgeous.  Magical.

Tuesday, September 11th. Back home in Chicago, my brother Danny had undergone major surgery the day before, and my main concern was how he was doing. I'd planned to call him from work.

I got up and ready, fed Nimbus, grabbed my bag and left for work. It was a trip I made five days a week -- walk from my Jersey City apartment to the Grove Street PATH station and onto the train, then from the PATH terminal beneath the WTC complex, up the massive escalator structure into the mezzanine, out the Liberty St. exit of WTC 4 \/ South Tower, cross Broadway, and walk the three-and-a-half blocks to my workplace at the end of Wall Street. I'd made the same exact trip every day since 1996, and could do it in my sleep. So it was that my very last trip through World Trade Center was a blur. I wish I could say that I saw or did something memorable, that a whole and breathing WTC registered in my mind, that I turned around at the top of Liberty Street and looked back at the Twin Towers one last time, but no.  My mind was on getting to work so I could call my brother. And so, at approximately 0730 on September 11, 2001, I walked through World Trade Center for the very last time -- indeed, it was the last time I even made it west of Broadway until 2004.

Make the walk, get to work, log in, commune with friends, redo a software installation for yet another moron who shouldn't be allowed to touch a computer, SSDD.

"Hey -- a plane just hit World Trade Center." That's how it started for us, with Jonna calling out into the quiet office. The next sound was the tapping of a dozen keyboards as we all went online to see what was going on.

I remember the very first picture that popped up on CNN's site. It was just a hole in the side of the building. Not much smoke, no flames, it didn't even look to be that big<\/i> a hole. Just a hole. Some of the Level III techs were making jokes about stupid lawyers with more money than flight skills flying their expensive toys into buildings. From the conference room, we looked down at South Street, at all the FDNY trucks and ambulances racing towrds WTC. We didn't know that it had been a commercial jet.

A bit before nine, Pat, our department head, arrived. But instead of stopping to talk as she usually did, Pat went straight into her office, shut the door, and stayed there. She was crying. Understand, Pat was fearless<\/i>. Fierce and badass and scary. A "don't fuck with me or I will END you" sort of woman. And she was in her office crying. We later found out that she'd been exiting WTC when the first plane hit. We found out what she'd seen hitting the ground.

News filtered in that it had indeed been a commercial flight, that hundreds of people were probably dead. Nicholas called us into the conference room to request a moment of silence for the victims. He cried. Nicholas was the second New York badass that I had seen break down that morning.

It got quiet after that, there were no more jokes, and the department went silent, everyone still net-surfing, checking the news. I called my Mom in Chicago, told her something bad was going down in New York, that I was much closer to it than I liked, and that she should turn on the news. And so it came to be that from nearly a thousand miles and one time-zone away, my Mom ended up witnessing -- on TV -- more of what was happening, live-as-it-happened than I did, some 4 blocks west of the whole shebang. Of all that happened that day, that was the most surreal.

The second plane hit. I don't remember who called that one out.  General consensus -- this was no accident, we're under attack. Shortly thereafter, we had a visitor. One of the upper-level muckety-mucks from the 24th floor had come down from on high to call us all into an "emergency meeting."

Questions everywhere. Was New York under attack?
Yes.<\/i>
By who?
We don't know.<\/i>
Were we evacuating like the rest of lower Manhattan seemed to be?
No, you are not.<\/i>

Yeah, that corporate cow from Upstairs stood there and told us point-blank that we were going to stay right there and continue to "perform a valued service for our clients." Never, ever will I forget that phrase, or the silence that fell afterwards. At one point, Mike mentioned that people had families, and what if they left anyway. Her response? You could lose your job.<\/i>

Um. Yeah. Okay.

In the meantime, as Ms. 24th Floor is yapping on about Important Service and Dedication and Other Corporate Bullshit, we're all sitting in the conference room, looking down at South Street, Pier 11, and the Staten Island Ferry Terminal. Watching thousands and thousands of people board the outbound ferries. Watching what looked like all of lower Manhattan's workforce getting the hell out of Dodge.

But no, we<\/i> were told to stay and do our jobs.<\/i> Like anyone that day gave a rat's ass if their financial software was working or not. And whaddya know, by the time we were dismissed from that "emergency meeting" -- just in time to hear the news that a third plane had hit the Pentagon -- our phone system was dead.

Mike was the only one of us intelligent enough to say "Fuck this," grab his stuff, and leave. The man is my hero to this day. The rest of us sheep stayed at our desks.  In shock?  Maybe.  Twenty years later, I'm still asking myself why I stayed.  I've NEVER been one for blind obedience and I respect authority only<\/i> when it gives me reason to, so with all the respect I did NOT have for Ms. 24th Floor, I should have been out that door right after Mike. But I stayed. We all<\/i> stayed. Personally, I think that a part of me was expecting the FDNY to work their magic and put out the damn fire so I could walk back to World Trade Center, catch my PATH train back to good old New Jersey, and go home. Another reason was that we were so isolated in our little techie bubble, in our secure department with our servers and software and all our windows facing south and east so all we could see was the East River and Brooklyn. The disaster unfolding at WTC was behind us. In 2001, there were no smartphones and we had no television access, no office phones, eventually not even cell service ... even our internet connection began clogging up as the entire East Coast and much of the world went online trying to see what was going on. We had no clue how bad things really were until well after the second tower had fallen.

Then internal company messages started coming in from our coworkers down in Delaware, concerned as to why they couldn't get through to us on the phones. And once again, people from miles away were describing to me what was going on some four blocks behind my back. I asked a favor, and that's how my mother in Chicago received a series of calls from Valerie in Delaware, assuring Mom that her oldest daughter was stuck in the middle of hell, but so far okay.

When the South Tower went down, we saw the boiling white dust cloud, but had no clue. A bunch of us were standing at the windows watching that big white cloud roll right down Wall Street, engulf our building and momentarily turn the outside black as night. We thought it was just smoke from the fires, that's how out of the communications loop we were.

Pat came by to tell us that we should get away from the windows because there could be another plane out there. It took all of my strength to avoid laughing in her face. If a commercial jet hit our little 24-story building, it wasn't gonna matter whether I was at the window or at my desk 20 feet away. But return to my desk, I did, considering for the first time how much danger we could be in. My genius masterplan for a worst-case scenario? Kicking off my heels and putting my trainers back on so I could run if I had to, and tucking my ID inside my bra so if the worst happened, the body would still be identifiable. Definitely not thinking straight, or I would have left when Mike did. Scared? Undoubtedly, but it was pointless to waste energy on being terrified when there was so much to process. Four blocks away, people were dying. Down in DC, people were dying. And who knew what the hell else was going on.  Were we at war? I don't remember being truly scared until after we found out the Twin Towers were actually gone<\/i> and I realized that the PATH station underneath WTC -- what I thought was my only way home -- no longer existed. And even then, my main worry was, if I couldn't get home, who would feed Nimbus.

Another massive white cloud turned to blackness outside our windows. We still didn't understand its meaning.  News came about yet another<\/i> plane crashing in Pennsylvania. And dear God, was this ever going to end? News finally trickled in that WTC was gone and how the hell were TWO 110-story buildings just ... gone?  We all just sat there stunned after that.<\/p>


We didn't get out of that accursed building until nearly noon when the NYPD came by and made<\/i> us evacuate. Take that<\/i>, Ms. 24th Floor!

I caught up with a fellow New Jerseyite who promised to get me home and I followed him to Pier 11 where we caught a ferry back to Colgate. On the way back, the ferry passed very close to the spot where World Trade Center used to be. Everybody jumped up and ran topside to see. That is, everybody except me and maybe three others. I guess realization was finally kicking in, because I didn't want<\/i> to see the aftermath. Then the ferry, instead of going to Colgate Pier where it was supposed to, was redirected to Riverside, a few miles further up the Hudson. It turned out that Colgate was being used as a rescue\/staging area for the Jersey-side cops and firemen. Except there was no one to rescue.

And when the ferry finally docked at Riverside and we disembarked, I turned around and finally saw. What should have been a beautiful clear view of lower Manhattan and the World Financial Center was nothing but an off-white dust cloud floating where something much more substantial had been.

In New Jersey, the entire PATH system was shut down, subway, Light Rail, buses, everything. It took me nearly an hour to walk home from Riverside Pier, but my New York-dwelling pals had it much worse. Imagine walking from lower Manhattan to Queens. I knew a few people who'd made that trek.  Hours and HOURS of walking.

Got home, turned on the TV, finally saw the horrors that had unwound right behind my back, cried for a while, then tried to call my Mom. The phone lines were wonky -- I could intermittently get onto the internet, but couldn't call anyone in New York, couldn't call my Mom in Chicago, couldn't call Walter down in D.C., couldn't even call my fella a half-mile away in Hoboken. But a call to Fay in London<\/i> went right through with not so much as a hiccup. And thank heaven for that, as she was on the phone to calm me down when the F-16s started roaring overhead and, alone in my apartment, I absolutely, utterly lost my shit because I had apparently reached my limit on "new and exciting" things for the day.

Still. I was far, FAR luckier than some that day. I made it home before dark, alive, and with all my parts intact. Entirely too many people in New York, in Washington D.C., and in a lonely field in Pennsylvania did not.

And that was my September 11, 2001.



Postscript the First:

Nearly a week later, lower Manhattan was locked down -- nobody that wasn't FDNY, NYPD, FBI, or who had legitimate proof of residence was getting in. The bridges were shut down, the tunnels were shut down, everything was walled off. Citibank sent all of us down to the Delaware office for the week that the city was off-limits. And so I got my first full night of sleep in days<\/i> at a hotel in New Castle, Delaware. A week after that<\/i>, coming back home, the first thing I saw from ten miles out on the Jersey Turnpike?  The dark plume of smoke snaking away from what remained of WTC, up and out and over Brooklyn. It had been nearly two weeks since World Trade Center went down and the site was still smoking.

First trip in to work, after everything was over, after Mohammed Atta's horrendous mug had been plastered all over every newspaper's front page. Waiting for the first morning ferry. Half-a-dozen people got off and walked past those of us waiting to board. One of the disembarking passengers was a man of Middle Eastern appearance who kept his gaze trained on the ground. The two men in front of me were directing nuclear hot stares at him and if looks could kill, the Middle Eastern dude would have been a smoking pile of ash. I wasn't even in the line of fire of those looks, and I felt the burn. No wonder the guy never raised his eyes -- he'd probably been getting that look from nearly everyone he passed.

Then, onto the ferry and to work. Ivory-colored dust -- the remnants of WTC -- was blowing in the gutters. Saw my first-ever glimpse of an armed Humvee -- going up Wall Street. Passed very young soldiers with very big rifles patrolling Pier 11 and South Street Seaport. Saw tactical NYPD on Water Street sporting the kind of weaponry you only saw in action movies. Saw plainclothes cops -- in the lobby of the Citibank building -- with big black guns in holsters. And sometimes not in holsters, sometimes being held. I've never seen so many guns in my life -- I'm not a gun person and the sight of all that armament was unnerving.

The WTC site burned for months -- until late December -- and the plume continued to drift back over Brooklyn. And still the "Pile" continued to burn. And burn. And burn some more. Some days, the smell in the air was hot metal, some days, burning paper, melting plastic, charring wood, some days, unidentifiable odors, but obviously something<\/i> was still burning. Some days, the air stung your nose, and the chemical tang stayed in the air for months.  And all the while, the EPA insisted it was perfectly safe for us to return to work, perfectly safe to breathe all that crap in. All I know is, my asthma came back with a vengeance after a couple weeks of that, and all these years later, I still have respiratory issues, so ... yeah.<\/p>

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October.

Tom, Gloria, and I decided to walk the handful of blocks over to the WTC site to ... see.  NYPD wasn't letting anyone past Broadway, but you didn't need to cross, really.  It was all right there.  A massive, tangled mess of debris spread out for blocks. It had rained since the 11th, and some of the building's exposed steel skeleton was rusting. That's what broke my heart. World Trade Center, those massive silver-white monoliths, that symbol of New York City ... all that was left of those beautiful buildings was a heap, all jagged and broken with bits sticking out, and the rust made it look like the WTC remains were bleeding.<\/i> We cried.  And didn't stay long.

One morning, standing in the pre-dawn darkness waiting for the NY Waterway ferry, I looked across the Hudson and saw what appeared to be the shadow of both towers, rising darkly into the sky exactly where they were supposed to be. In the weeks that followed, I "saw" the image multiple times. A friend said it was the ghost of the Towers and I'm still not sure how serious she was. What had I seen?  Neurological misfire or hallucinations from stress and lack of sleep?  Maybe just persistence of vision -- my brain "seeing" something that it expected to be there. But dear God, that creeped me out.

At the time, I had wonderful, awesome, endless medical coverage, including mental health. It was shortly after my seeing-buildings-that-weren't-there incident that I began taking full advantage of it. And you know what? Xanax is a wonderful, wonderful thing. I think half of New York was subsisting on tranquilizers for a while.<\/p>


The utterly lowest point came in late October, early in the morning. About a dozen of us were standing at Colgate pier waiting for the first ferry when the wind shifted, blowing west across the Hudson and towards us. There was a smell. Not a good smell. An awful smell.  People were commenting on the odor, saying it must be from a backed-up sewer or suchlike. And then one guy opened his big mouth and stated exactly what it was.  Yeah.  I could have happily gone to my grave believing the smell was from a sewer, because once you've smelled that<\/i>, it never, ever leaves you.


Postscript the Second:

May, 2004.

I went back to the "Ground Zero" site to say goodbye, just before I left the East Coast for good. By then, the mess had been cleared up and the NYC subways were running again. And the weirdest thing?  When you exited the 1-9 subway station -- the one that used to be on the lower level beneath the South Tower -- well, all the shops that used to be down there were gone, obviously. In 2004, when you came through the doors from the subway station, there was the old familiar tile beneath your feet ... then suddenly, a clean-cut line between stained, decades-old tiles and pristine new concrete. You could see exactly<\/i> where World Trade Center stopped existing, and my God, was it a weird feeling to step across that line.

I said my goodbyes to New York City, hopped the NY Waterway ferry back to New Jersey, and a day later, I was on my way back to Chicago. And that was that.


September 2021.
It's now been two decades since that day. I've been back in Chicago for most of those years, but I still miss NYC and New Jersey. I miss seeing the Twin Towers in photographs of lower Manhattan. I miss my friends there. I miss my old apartment.

I wish I could be in New York today to properly pay my respects. To the World Trade Center, that constant presence in my East Coast life. To the nearly 3,000 people who died on September 11, 2001. To the first responders who gave their lives that day, and the ones who've suffered so horribly since then.  And always, always, to "The 343."

Twenty years ago.  Those memories have become more distant with time, but it takes surprisingly little to bring them all flooding back.  Today is not going to be a good day.


(Updated from my 10-year anniversary post in 2011.)<\/p><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/631207.html?view=comments#comments","category":["missing new york","september 11","real life","new jersey","twenty years later"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/630790.html","pubDate":"Wed, 14 Jul 2021 03:14:29 GMT","title":"Fanart: In the Morning Light, Let My Roots Take Flight, for the 2021 J2BB (J2, PG)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/630790.html","description":"


Title:<\/b> In the Morning Light Let My Roots Take Flight<\/a>
Author:<\/b> <\/a>zubeneschamali<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Artist:<\/b> <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing:<\/b> J2
Rating:<\/b> PG
Warnings:<\/b> Nudity, death by dragonfire.
Summary:<\/b> Jensen's a dragon who takes his role as the protector of the Valley of Arnl very seriously. But after a long and difficult winter, plus a stray wyvern trying to hone in on his territory, he's starting to become desperate. When he foolishly puts himself in harm's way, it's the last person he would expect who comes to his rescue. Now he owes that person a favor—a big one.

Jared's a wyvern who lost his sister to a miscreant lord who likes to hunt and capture dragonfolk for fun. He hasn't dared to try and rescue her on his own, but with a little help from a dragon and a fae queen, he might be able to pull it off. Now all he has to do is pretend to be the opposite of who he really is and hope he can fool Lord Pellegrino. Oh, and deal with a bridge troll named Chad along the way.

Link to fic: <\/b>LJ<\/a> A03<\/a><\/p>


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Jensen gets dinner.



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Jared to the rescue.


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Unexpected company.


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Fae Queen Danneel


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A Pellegrino barbecue.

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Happy ending.

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Artist Notes: <\/b>I fell in love with <\/a>zubeneschamali<\/b><\/a><\/span>’s wondrous fic at first sight, then shied away, as I didn’t think I could do justice to the fantasy element. <\/a>quickreaver<\/b><\/a><\/span> convinced me otherwise. Then, barely one week after snagging my prize in BB claims, my computer went to Macintosh heaven.  No computer, no scanner, no Photoshop. At least I still had paper, ink, and a tablet with which to photograph the art pieces and do some extremely rudimentary digital stuff. And as it turns out, I love drawing dragons. Who knew?

Thank you, wonderful Zuben, for capturing my imagination with your awesome tale of magic and beautiful flying beasts, for a great collaborative experience, and for being such a kind, understanding, and patient person. You RULE! Thanks also to <\/a>quickreaver<\/b><\/a><\/span> for convincing me to challenge myself. Finally, thanks to our longsuffering Mod, <\/a>wendy<\/b><\/a><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/630790.html?view=comments#comments","category":["j2bb2021","fanart","j2","dragons!!"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/630661.html","pubDate":"Fri, 12 Feb 2021 22:40:34 GMT","title":"Fanart: Walker (Cordell Walker, G)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/630661.html","description":"

I do love Jared's new show, so this had to happen sooner or later ...

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why yes, I DO suck at drawing cowboy hats, why do you ask?

.. shamelessly lifted from this:
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Title: <\/strong>Matters Of The Heart<\/a>
Author: <\/strong> KassandraScarlett<\/a>
Artist:<\/strong> <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing<\/strong>: Sam\/Dean
Rating:<\/strong> PG
Warnings:<\/b> blood, ichor
Summary: <\/strong> It was supposed to be a simple case; to take their minds off Lucifer and take a break from worrying about mom and Jack in the Apocalypse World. Sirens, despite their mind games, were actually pretty predictable once you got past the whole honey trap angle they had going.  Of course, once they got there, things turned out to be a bit more complicated than a siren and suddenly, there are actual secrets on the line.  Now Sam wants to know who Dean is in love with and Dean just hopes Sam never figures out that it's him.
Fic Link: <\/b>On A03!<\/strong><\/a>
Notes: <\/b> After art.<\/p>


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The siren laughed, a shrill sound. And Dean realized that he hadn’t missed her. His dagger had cut through her skin, if only barely.
But… she seemed completely unaffected… And the blood was gold.



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... the way Sam saw someone who resembled Jess, while Dean saw … <\/span><\/p>

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Notes:<\/b> First art of 2021!  This was an absolute adventure in which I learned new things about Greek mythology, i.e., Aprodite's daughter Peithos ... and how to best work with my awesome author KassandraScarlett despite our insane 11.5-hour time difference.  The final scene, between the Winchesters and the goddess Aphrodite, in which I was concentrating so hard on her shifting appearance, I forgot about the proper clothing.  That screwup is all on me -- I'm so sorry, Kassy!  Thanks for being understanding.  I cannot wait to read the completed story!

Thanks also to the DWBB mods for running this shindig.

Dividers:<\/b>

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Title:<\/b> Chevron Seven ... Locked
Artist: <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b>
Pairing:<\/b> Gen.
Rating:<\/b> G
Media:<\/b> Ink, marker, watercolor pencil, and a touch of Photoshop.
Summary:<\/b> Teal’c, Jack O’Neill, Samantha Carter, and Daniel Jackson at the SGC Gate.
Notes:<\/b> Last fanart of 2020! “Stargate SG-1” was one of my very first fandoms and this drawing was a LONG time coming. Drawn mostly for my buddy <\/a>pompeygirl27<\/b><\/a><\/span>, my partner-in-crime from back when AOL, Yahoo Groups, and a 56k modem were state-of-the-art internetting.<\/p>

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Honestly, drawing these dudes felt almost like cheating on my boys. And after a decade-plus of drawing Sam and Dean, I apparently forgot how to draw girl parts like ... boobs. Sorry, Samantha Carter! Teal’c, on the other hand, was no problem at all, bald head, Apophis’ serpent symbol and all. Jack and Daniel are friggin’ hard to capture. Considering that I’ve been an RDA fan since MacGyver<\/i>, you would think I could draw at least him<\/i> from memory. Alas, it was not to be, and despite half-a-dozen reference photos, my Jack O’Neill is a bit off. Ooops. Also, the original concept had SG-1 wearing their olive-green “away” kit, but lazy artist is lazy.

Rough-rough.
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...in which Daniel Jackson is apparently seven feet tall.




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Title: <\/strong> I Wanna Watch You Bleed
Gifter:<\/strong> <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Giftee:<\/strong> <\/a>stripytights<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing<\/strong>: Soulless Sam and Demon Dean
Rating:<\/strong> R for violence
Warnings:<\/b> Creature deaths, decapitations, blood, ichor
Summary: <\/strong>Purgatory is no match for the unstoppable force of Demon Dean and Soulless Sam (Title from Guns N’ Roses “Welcome To The Jungle.”)
Notes<\/strong>: Happy Holidays, <\/span><\/a>stripytights<\/b><\/a><\/span>! I went with several of your “likes” — Purgatory, Soulless!Sam and Demon!Dean, and warriors, plus the awesome prompt Demon!Dean and Soulless!Sam wreak havoc together. (It is my personal headcanon that Sam and Dean paid a visit to Purgatory specifically to re-kill the vampires responsible for Dean’s death.)  I hope you like your gift ... it isn't very "Christmassy," but there IS lots of red!<\/span>

Many thanks to <\/span><\/a>glovered<\/b><\/a><\/span> and <\/span><\/a>oddishly<\/b><\/a><\/span> for fearlessly modding this event year after year.<\/span>

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Comments: <\/b>This piece coincided with two new arting interests — more dynamic posing, and drawing with brush pens rather than my usual hard-nibbed ones. Gotta say, the brush pens, while something I still need to get used to when drawing faces, lent a surprising ease to rendering motion. Dearest <\/a>stripytights<\/b><\/a><\/span>, you are the test subject.

Thumbnail draft:
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Final ink:
<\/a><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/629388.html?view=comments#comments","category":["supernatural","demon!dean","spn_j2_xmas","fanart","purgatory","soulless!sam"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/629180.html","pubDate":"Thu, 26 Nov 2020 16:00:48 GMT","title":"Fanart: \u201cMagenta Feelings,\u201d for SPN_Reversebang (Sam\/Dean, R)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/629180.html","description":"

Title:<\/b> Magenta Feelings<\/a>
Author:<\/b> <\/a>ellerkay<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Artist: <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b>
Pairing:<\/b> Sam\/Dean, AU Sam\/Dean (and various permutations thereof)
Rating:<\/b> R (Art only)
Media:<\/b> Ink, marker, Photoshop.
Summary:<\/b> Sam and Dean let their doppelgangers stay with them in the bunker. After a rough start, they begin to form a friendship. But as it turns out, the fancy boys are interested in more.
Notes:<\/b> Notes after art.<\/p>

Link to fic:<\/b> On LJ!<\/a> On AO3!<\/a><\/p>



WARNING: <\/b>Art contains SPOILERS.
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Dee was already reaching out. “One piece won’t hurt,” he said.


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“That doesn’t look like a fire,” Dean grumbled. “Did they really not finish digging yet?”<\/div>

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... he didn’t even notice the sound of running water until he’d opened the door and taken a step inside.


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"I just…It would’ve been nice to be spoiled – like, one time, maybe – in my entire fucking childhood.”


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Flushed and bright-eyed, Samuel rested a knee on the chair between Sam’s legs,
leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips.


<\/a>
... the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of sex; ragged breathing and moans and the slap of flesh on flesh ...<\/div>

First and foremost, my most grateful thanks to The Marvelous <\/a>ellerkay<\/b><\/a><\/span> for choosing my prompt. She previously <\/span>pinch-hit one of my Reverse Bang pieces<\/a> from <\/span>a few years back<\/a>, and hoo-boy, it was awesome. <\/span>To say I am thrilled with her latest creation is the understatement of the century.

Anyhow, she took my silly “FancyChesters” prompt and transformed it into a funny, moving, beautiful, and absolutely adorable “missing scene” exploring what might have happened had the AU Winchesters stayed on in the bunker. I already adored the “Fancies” as they appeared on the show, but <\/a>ellerkay<\/b><\/a><\/span> made me fall in love with Samuel and Dee all over again. After SPN’s heart-rending finale, the distraction of finishing the art for this wonderful tale was something I needed.  I wish I’d had more time, because there are at least five other scenes I would have loved to draw. Thank you, Laura, for breathing such glorious life into this idea, for being a marvelous collaborator, and for being AWESOME! If you ever decide to revisit this ‘verse, I’d be thrilled to draw it for you.

Thanks also to J2 for their fabulous portrayals of the “FancyChesters” that made this possible, and to the awesome cat-herders<\/s> Reversebang Mods who keep this challenge going year after year after year. See you in 2021!


(Extremely) rough, down-and-dirty thumbnails:

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Final ink:
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Final color before Photoshop:
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<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/629180.html?view=comments#comments","category":["au!sam and dean","spn_reversebang","fanart","sam\/dean","dean winchester","fancy!chesters","sam winchester"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/628840.html","pubDate":"Tue, 24 Nov 2020 10:03:32 GMT","title":"Fanart: \"Kinda Cute for a Serial Killer...\" for SPN_Masquerade (PG, Cordell Walker\/Tom Hanniger)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/628840.html","description":"
Title:<\/b> Kinda Cute for a Serial Killer...
Artist: <\/b><\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b>
Pairing:<\/b> Cordell Walker\/Tom Hanniger
Rating:<\/b> PG
Warnings:<\/b> Blood
Media:<\/b> Ink, marker, and Photoshop
Original Prompt:<\/b> Walker has to work the case of murders committed by Tom Hanniger.
Summary:<\/b> Tom Hanniger seems to have won over Cordell Walker's heart, no pickaxe necessary.


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<\/p><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/628840.html?view=comments#comments","category":["cordell walker","tom hanniger","fanart","mbv","walker texas ranger","spn_masquerade"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/628460.html","pubDate":"Tue, 24 Nov 2020 10:03:31 GMT","title":"Fanart: \"Doin' the Bunny Hop,\" for SPN_Masquerade (R, J2)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/628460.html","description":"

Title:<\/b> Doin' the Bunny Hop
Artist: <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b>
Pairing:<\/b> J2
Rating:<\/b> Hard R
Warnings:<\/b> Sexual situations, bad bunny costumes
Media:<\/b> Ink, marker, and Photoshop
Summary:<\/b> Original prompt - "J2 role-play as strangers at a masquerade ball. Jensen teases Jared to the brink of insanity before they give in and dash upstairs to fuck like bunnies."
Notes:<\/b> Alas, it was the "fuck like bunnies" part of the prompt that grabbed me.  Behold baby's first porno. Please be kind...?

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Rough sketch (and the first thing that popped into my mind when reading the prompt. Heaven help me.
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<\/p><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/628460.html?view=comments#comments","category":["fanart","j2","spn_masquerade"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/628669.html","pubDate":"Tue, 24 Nov 2020 10:03:31 GMT","title":"Fanart: \"Interrogation 101,\" for SPN_Masquerade (PG, Victor Henriksen\/Dean Winchester)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/628669.html","description":"

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Title:<\/b> Interrogation 101
Artist: <\/b><\/a><\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b>
Pairing:<\/b> Victor Henriksen\/Dean Winchester
Rating:<\/b> PG
Warnings:<\/b> Sexual tension, implied possible noncon
Media:<\/b> Ink, marker, and Photoshop
Original Prompt:<\/b> Lilith doesn't attack that night. Instead, agent Victor Henriksen interrogates one of the suspects in hopes to get him to crack.
Summary:<\/b> Agent Henriksen always gets his man. Always<\/i>.

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Rough sketch (I knew what I wanted for Hernriksen and the desk lamp from the beginning; Dean, uh, came later):
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Inked lineart:<\/span>

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Final color sans Photoshopping:<\/span>
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<\/p>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/628669.html?view=comments#comments","category":["supernatural","victor henriksen","fanart","dean winchester","spn_masquerade"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/627960.html","pubDate":"Tue, 24 Nov 2020 10:03:30 GMT","title":"Fanart: #dinolove for SPN_Masquerade (R, dinosaur!J2)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/627960.html","description":"

Title:<\/b> #dinolove
Artist: <\/b><\/a><\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b>
Author:<\/b> <\/a>ashtraythief<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing:<\/b> J2 AU, dinosaur!J2
Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Warnings:<\/b> Frisky saurians, Chad Michael Murray
Media:<\/b> Ink, marker, and Photoshop
Original Prompt:<\/b> Chad is a paleontologist, vacillating between being amused and annoyed by the two dinosaurs who can't stop boning.
Summary:<\/b> The family-friendly Herbivore Trail is no longer so family-friendly these days. It's totally J2's fault.
Notes:<\/b> I have now drawn Diplodocus!Jared and iguanadon!Jensen having dinosaur sexytimes. <\/a>ashtraythief<\/b><\/a><\/span> has corrupted me.
Link to fic:<\/b> On AO3!<\/a>

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First rough:
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Final ink:
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Sans PS magic (I hate backgrounds, can you tell?) :
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<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/627960.html?view=comments#comments","category":["jurassic shenanigans","fanart","j2-as-dinosaurs","#dinolove","ashtraythief","spn_masquerade","chad michael murray","saurian sexytimes"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/628139.html","pubDate":"Tue, 24 Nov 2020 10:03:30 GMT","title":"Fanart: \"Girls' Night Out,\" for SPN_Masquerade (G, Billie and Rowena)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/628139.html","description":"

Title:<\/b> Girls' Night Out
Artist: <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b>
Pairing:<\/b> Gen or Billie\/Rowena -- however you wish to see it.
Rating:<\/b> G
Warnings:<\/b> Silliness, magic
Media:<\/b> Ink, marker, and Photoshop
Original Prompt:<\/b> "Billie being her badass self"
Summary:<\/b> Death and the most powerful witch in the world blow off a little steam.

\"\"<\/b><\/p>Final color sans Photoshopping:
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Pencil sketch:
\"\"<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/628139.html?view=comments#comments","category":["supernatural","fanart","billie","rowena","spn_masquerade"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/627549.html","pubDate":"Mon, 26 Oct 2020 05:00:48 GMT","title":"Fanart: \u201cThe Untouchables,\u201d for SPN_Cinema (Sam\/Dean, PG)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/627549.html","description":"

Title:<\/b> The Untouchables
Artist: <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b>
Movie Prompt:<\/b> The Untouchables
Pairing:<\/b> Sam\/Dean AU
Rating:<\/b> PG
Media:<\/b> Ink, marker, and Photoshop
Summary:<\/b> Crowley ruled Chicago with absolute power. No one could touch him. No one could stop him. Until the Winchester brothers arrived.
Notes:<\/b> Notes after art.<\/p>

<\/p>

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With bonus!Crowley, King of the (Chicago) Underworld:
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Notes: I adore “The Untouchables” and will fight anyone who denies its place in the pantheon of movie masterpieces. This project was originally slated to be J2, but Sam and Dean weren’t having it — this really is the Winchesters’s story.  Casting Dean and Sam in the Kevin Costner and Andy Garcia roles was a given. The Sean Connery role had to go to Bobby Singer. And Charles Martin Smith’s nerdy, Garth-y accountant pretty much drew himself. But DeNiro’s devilish Capone? Azazel was a strong contender ... but you know it had to be our Crowley.

One day, someone will actually write the Winchester version of this, and I shall love that person forever.

Many thanks to my tireless beta <\/a>quickreaver<\/b><\/a><\/span>, who lent her artist’s eye and corrected my messes. Thanks to the awesome and fabulous movie-loving <\/a>spn_cinema<\/b><\/a><\/span> Mods who make all this possible. Finally, thanks to Brian DePalma for filming this beautiful love letter to 1920s-era Chicago.<\/p>


Inspiration photo:
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Banner art progressions:
Cleaned-up mess of a 3rd draft.  Perspective, how does it work?
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Jim B. looks more like Benny.  Oops.

Once J2 morphed into the Winchesters, a weapons adjustment became necessary.
(Bobby ended up carting a tommy gun instead of his regular shotgun because your artist was bored.)
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Also, background?  Who needs a background with all this going on?  Certainly not your lazy artist!
*erase-erase-erase*

Final ink:
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Final color before Photoshop:
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Crowley and minions in-progress.
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<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/627549.html?view=comments#comments","category":["spn_cinema","fanart","supernatural au","crowley","john winchester","sam winchester","bobby","dean winchester","garth fitzgerald iv","spn"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/627241.html","pubDate":"Tue, 20 Oct 2020 08:00:09 GMT","title":"Fanart: \u201cDevil Child,\u201d for SPN_Eldritch Bang (Sam and Dean Gen, PG)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/627241.html","description":"\"\"

Title:<\/b> Devil Child
Author:<\/b> captain-sodapop<\/a>
Artist: <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b>
Pairing:<\/b> Sam and Dean, Gen
Rating:<\/b> PG (Art only)
Media:<\/b> Ink, marker, and Photoshop
Summary:<\/b> Sam and Dean find themselves in Leeds Point, New Jersey, on a thin lead for the Jersey Devil. The hunt in the Pine Barrens only brings them confusion, however, as they begin to unravel the story of a disgraced mother and her child, and the night that ruined them.
Notes:<\/b> Notes after art.

Link to fic:<\/b> On AO3!<\/a>





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Mrs. Leeds gives birth to a cursed child.


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Sam and Dean enter the Barrens for the first time.


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Mrs. Leeds’s ghost.<\/div>


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Thanks to my lovely author Captain-sodapop, who wrestled mightily with her school schedule to get this done.  Life disasters notwithstanding, we made it to the finish line, bb!  Thank you for writing such an atmospheric, art-inspiring story -- I can't wait to read the full version!   Abby, you're a darling to work with -- creative and helpful and just awesome —- thanks for such a fun collaboration!  It was an honor to work with you.  Now rest up -- in the two seconds of peace you have before midterms, that is.  \ud83d\ude08

Thanks also to the <\/a>SPN_Eldritch Bang<\/b><\/a><\/span> mods for running this delightfully creepy shindig, and thanks to the person on my Twitter TL that posted about his event and got my attention. Finally, thank you New Jersey, for being weird enough to have your very own devil.  I lived in NJ for close to a decade, and visited the Barrens twice (though never at night 'cause I'm crazy, not stupid), so I just had to grab this “Winchesters meet the Jersey Devil” story.<\/p>



In-progress banner with font test.  In which idjit artist didn't notice her failure to capture Baby's voluptuous curves until AFTER doing all that inking and shading of her rear bumper ... grrrr.
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Lazy artist didn't want to re-draw all the detail of Baby's back end, and ended up inking overtop the existing piece to return the Impala's lines to a more respectable voluptuousness.  Bless you, Staedtler brush pen, gouache, and white gel pen, bless you.  Bless you, Canson marker paper, for not buckling under the onslaught.<\/p>


And fark you, trees.

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Digitally erased those most UN-happy trees in Photoshop.  Took a reference photo of the tree-lined road ...<\/p>

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... filtered it to look a bit less photograph-y ...

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... blurred the edges of the tree-line for a more eldritch (heh) glow, removed the daytime sky and replaced it with a blue\/black gradient layer ...<\/span>
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... added the artwork of the Impala and the Jersey Devil crossing the full moon ...
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... cleaned up the rough edges on Baby's cut-and-paste job, swore a whole lot, and four hours later, with an aching wrist from all the mouse work ...<\/span>
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... Voila. My first true hybrid of conventional and Photoshop art. Bless you, Photoshop. Bless you, <\/i> Advil and wrist brace. Thank heaven I mouse with my right hand and draw with my left.<\/span><\/p>


All because I wanted to save time by not redrawing Baby from scratch.  Artist logic is nonexistent.<\/p>

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_______________________<\/p>

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Sam and Dean are observed as they enter the Barrens, pre-crop. My brand of arting is messy:
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____________________


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The boys encounter a “budget Ghostbuster.” (Replaced in favor of the flashlight piece.)

_______________________<\/p>


Rough sketch of Deborah Leeds's ghost, the first "final" version, and the reject that ended up the winner:
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After scanning the drawing, I tried to use the PS function "outer glow" on her, but couldn't figure out how to get rid of all the little glowy orbs that were also generated. (Erasing them worked at first, but once I flattened the piece, the darned things came back.)  Rejected it and moved on with a version in which the glow was digitally painted in.  Later, clearing out the rejected files, the orbs caught my eye again, and were rescued from the "delete" pile.  Yay for Photoshop accidents!<\/p><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/627241.html?view=comments#comments","category":["fanart","dean winchester","spn","sam winchester","spn_eldritch bang"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/627196.html","pubDate":"Mon, 19 Oct 2020 11:51:03 GMT","title":"2018 SPN_Reversebang - \u201cVirtual \/ Reality\u201d (Sam & Dean, G)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/627196.html","description":"\"RBB2018


Title:<\/b> Virtual \/ Reality
Original Prompt:<\/b> E3009, “Virtual\/Reality”
Author:<\/b> The Awesome and Most Excellent <\/a>ellerkay<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Artist: <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b>
Pairing:<\/b> Sam and Dean gen
Rating:<\/b> G (Art only)
Media:<\/b> Ink, marker, and a whole lotta Photoshop
Summary:<\/b> In a thrift shop, Sam picks up a virtual reality headset which shows him what he wants most: Dean. He can’t stop himself from returning to the virtual world again and again.

Fic link! (LJ)<\/a>
Fic link! (A03)<\/a>

A\/N:<\/b> Color me thrilled!   A dozen virtual roses, a boatload of gratitude, and all the love in the universe to my outstanding pinch-hit author <\/a>ellerkay<\/b><\/a><\/span>, who swooped in at the last moment to save the day. Not only did she deliver a story super-fast, she wrote an awesome tale containing pretty much everything I love about Supernatural<\/em>.  Sam & Dean, angst, brotherly feels, dark magic and cursed objects, all topped by a lovely old-school SPN feel.  I only wish I'd had the time to illustrate all the scenes this story deserves.  L., my dear, you rock, you truly do.  Thank you for stepping in!

Thanks and love to my brother Danny, whose own pair of VR goggles inspired the initial prompt.

Finally, mucho thanks to the <\/a>spn_reversebang<\/b><\/a><\/span> mods for their hard work behind the scenes.  I quite literally could not have finished this Bang without them.



Art is below.  If you haven't already read the great fic — please DO — note, ART CONTAINS MAJOR STORY SPOILERS<\/b>!

You have been warned.  ;)

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Sam tried to jump to his feet. He had to stop him.
“Please, Dean, no,” he begged.<\/div><\/div>

<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/627196.html?view=comments#comments","category":["supernatural","spn_reversebang","dean winchester","sam winchester"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/626853.html","pubDate":"Mon, 12 Oct 2020 05:00:50 GMT","title":"Fanart: \u201cThe Road-Trip Warrior,\u201d for SPN_Cinema (J2, PG)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/626853.html","description":"

Title: <\/b>The Road-Trip Warrior
Artist: <\/b><\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Movie Prompt: <\/b>The Road Warrior \/ Mad Max 2 (1981)
Pairing: <\/b>J2
Rating: <\/b>PG
Media:<\/b> Traditional (Ink & marker) and Photoshop graphics
Summary:<\/b> Somewhere between Vancouver and Austin runs a road trip of epic proportions. The fate of mankind depends upon one Texan’s caffeine intake — just one coffee can make the difference between safe travels and Armageddon.<\/p>

Notes: <\/b> Notes after art.

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<\/p>
The project began as a straight takeoff of “The Road Warrior,” with Jensen as Max and Jared as the stork-like Gyro Captain, pet snakes and all. Then news broke about J2’s road trip from Vancouver to Austin, and ... I wish I could say that the idea burst forth like Athena from Zeus’s noggin, but inspiration didn't strike until late one night while watching a con video in which Jensen cradled his Starbucks for dear life.

Thanks, as always, to the awesome <\/a>spn_cinema<\/b><\/a><\/span> mods for running this fabulous movie playground and giving us the chance to recast Jared and Jensen into roles they were born to play. Thanks to George Miller for making the original movie, and most of all, to J2 for making that road trip.

Should I ever again entertain the idea of drawing black leather, for the love of all that’s holy, stop me.

First rough sketch, snakes and all:
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... Jensen copped an attitude between draft and final piece, because of course he did.

<\/p><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/626853.html?view=comments#comments","category":["spn_cinema","fanart","j2"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/626614.html","pubDate":"Tue, 06 Oct 2020 03:00:22 GMT","title":"Fanart: \"Let\u2019s Talk About Sext,\u201d for cherie_morte (PG, J2)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/626614.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Let\u2019s Talk About Sext<\/a>
Author:<\/b> <\/a>dugindeep<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Artist: <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b>
Pairing:<\/b> J2
Rating:<\/b> PG (Art only)
Media:<\/b> Ink and marker
Summary:<\/b> Let's talk about all the good emojis and the bad emojis that may be.
Notes:<\/b> Happy Birthday to the most lovely and darling <\/a>cherie_morte<\/b><\/a><\/span>!


<\/a><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/626614.html?view=comments#comments","category":["fanart","j2"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/626375.html","pubDate":"Mon, 28 Sep 2020 16:54:51 GMT","title":"Fanart: \u201cOnce Upon a Time in the West,\u201d for the SPN_Summergen comm (G, Sam, Ruby, Michael!Dean)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/626375.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Once Upon a Time in the West
Recipient:<\/b> SPN_Summergen comm
Artist:<\/b> <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Summary:<\/b> Newly elected Sheriff Sam Winchester toasts saloonkeeper Ruby, as Michael!Dean pops in for a bit of mischief.  Or maybe just for a drink.  He's a bit dramatic sometimes ...
Warnings:<\/b> None
Media:<\/b> Ink, Copic and Prismacolor markers, and a dash of Photoshop
A\/N: <\/b>Although my recipient dropped out of the exchange, their prompts were super fun to realize. Ruby! Sam! Old West! Michael!Dean! The only things I couldn't quite work in were the were-creatures and the abduction. But maybe Michael!Dean's in town to do a little abductin' ... who knows?

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The sixth-seventh-eighth (I think!) and final draft.  This piece went through SO much drama and re-drawing, it's not even funny.  Also. I am sadly out of practice drawing Ruby.  Whatever happened to the Teensybang?
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"Non-photo blue" pencil shows up just fine.  Oops!

Edited and tinkered-with to the very end.
The barrel over Jared's shoulder was bugging my sense of balance, so ... Photoshop to the rescue!
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<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/626375.html?view=comments#comments","category":["spn-au","old west","fanart","sam winchester","supernatural","michal!dean","dean winchester","silverado","spn_summergen","ruby"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/625900.html","pubDate":"Sun, 21 Jun 2020 00:22:58 GMT","title":"Fanart: Daring Love, for Ashtraythief (J2, G)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/625900.html","description":"There really is no other way to explain this, so ....

It's all the fault of Twitter, a shy llama named Paco, and <\/a>ashtraythief<\/b><\/a><\/span>*, so blame her.

*with additional pestering from <\/a>dugindeep<\/b><\/a><\/span>, so blame her, too.


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Title:<\/b> Thyme of My Life
Author:<\/b> <\/a>dugindeep<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Artist:<\/b> <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing:<\/b> J2
Rating:<\/b> PG (art only)
Warnings:<\/b> None
Summary:<\/b>
Jared knows he’s better than what everyone tells him - his parents, his boss, and everyone at Morgan’s Restaurant. He finally gets the chance to prove it to them all when he nails a spot on Masterchef, the biggest home cook competition on TV. This is the one big shot he’ll ever get and he has to do it on his own as he leaves behind the only person who believes in him, his best friend Jensen.

With Jared gone in LA and cooking for his life, Jensen is stuck back on the East Coast with more distance between them than ever. It’s also the first time Jensen really acknowledges why he has such a soft spot for the kid and finally realizes what they could mean to one another.<\/i>
Link to fic: <\/b>LJ<\/a> AO3<\/a>
Link to art:<\/b> LJ<\/a> Dreamwidth<\/a>

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“It’s Roché’s recipe, but I added a few extra things.”


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“What’s wrong with the bacon?” Mom asks from the doorw<\/span>ay, arms crossed. <\/span><\/div>
“Gonna tell us how we can’t cook anything here?”<\/div>




“This should be on the menu.”<\/span>




Jensen drags Jared into the backdoor of the restaurant, a bandana covering the kid’s eyes. Still, there’s a growing smile on Jared’s face, so Jensen’s sure it’s obvious exactly how they’re stepping up and turning left and then another right, the exact path to the kitchen Jared takes every shift.



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“And your chance to win it, starts right now. We want to see your signature dish. Show us your personality on a plate. We want to taste what drives you to be the next Master Chef.”



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Finally, he looks up as he pours the wine and the pan sizzles. There’s the solid glug glug glug<\/i> of the wine before it splashes up the sides and he realizes he’s frozen in place, knows he’s over-pouring, and yet he can’t believe his eyes.


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Jensen settles in next to him ...  His voice gets soft as his eyes roam Jared’s face, and Jared’s stomach twists with the warmth in that look. “I really wish I could’ve tasted it. It looked amazing.”


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There’s a sudden pang in Jensen’s chest and he sets his hand to it before he realizes it. Even more delayed of a realization is the feeling that he misses Jared and wishes the kid was back here in this apartment, in Jensen’s kitchen, cooking that burger for him. He wishes he could witness Jared’s skills up close and poke and prod at the kid to get a smile or a blush out of him.

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“Hey,” Jared says with a meager wave, even as he fumbles with the straps of one of his bags.


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“You were one of my prep cooks and you left to go chase a dream out in California. And now you’re back and want to just get right back to the prep table? I just can’t stand for that.”<\/p>

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Morgan pulls something off end of the prep station and flaps out a white piece of fabric, straightening it until Jared makes out the shape of a chef’s jacket and there on the breast, in a maroon that matches the Morgan’s logo, five elegant letters.<\/div>
Jared.<\/i><\/div>



Artist notes: <\/b> Between my brother passing away in April and the COVID quarantine mess, it's been a crappy time at the House of Deb.  Honestly, I had considered letting this year's J2BB pass without my participation, then figured it might be better to spend time drawing pretty boys than it was to spend time straing at walls and crying.   And then I saw the prompts.  Nope, wasn't gonna let THOSE prompts slip past, oh no.

I submitted my claims, and snagged <\/a>dugindeep<\/b><\/a><\/span>.  For the second time. :D  We'd worked on a J2BB waaaay back in 2013 (Your Signal in the Distance<\/a>), and not only did our first collaboration go like gangbusters, we became friends in real life.  And when you're in mourning, depressed, and uncertain of your artistic abilities, it's always better to partner up with a familiar face, with someone you know has your back.  So thanks, Amy.  Thanks for writing such a wonderful story with such magnificent arting opportunities, thanks for your eternal patience with your emotional, slow-moving artist, and most of all, thanks for being a friend.  You, my dear, are awesomesauce squared!   Many thanks also to our lovely Mod, <\/a>wendy<\/b><\/a><\/a>

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ROUGH rough draft.

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... not much better.

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Anatomy, how does it work?  This pose was drawn at Amy's request.
Amy is lucky I like her.  ;)


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Title:<\/b> It Happens for the First Time on Dean's 21st Birthday<\/a>
Author:<\/b> <\/a>amypond45<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Artist:<\/b> <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Art:<\/b> LiveJournal
Fandom:<\/b> Supernatural<\/i>
Characters\/Pairings:<\/b> Dean Wincester\/Sam Winchester
Rating: R<\/b>
Word Count: <\/b>1,906
Warnings: <\/b>Underage (Sam is 16, Dean is 21)
Summary: <\/b>“I’ll be there for your birthday, son,” Dad promised, but Dean knew better than to believe that. John had missed all but four of his birthdays, and those had all been before Mom died.
Artist Notes:<\/b>  This was anything but "quicky," and for being a day late and several dollars short, I apologize heartily. I really, really wanted to do more art, but life interfered in a big way. <\/span> I adored this story, especially the scene on the couch (although I probably shouldn't have used all that yellow, as my scanner rebelled majorly. O_O  I do believe I may re-do this one with a more scanner-friendly background color!)

Amy, thanks so much for your inspiring words ... and for your incredible patience.<\/i>

I hope you like.


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Artist: <\/strong>\"[personal<\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span> 
Pairing: <\/strong> J2
Rating: <\/strong>G
Warnings: <\/strong>None
Originally posted at the Be Mine Valentine's Comment Meme.<\/a>

Summary: <\/strong> Prompt from Anonymous: Cocky fighterpilot!Jensen introduces his boyfriend -- the sweet, gorgeous-but-clueless former-stormtrooper!Jared -- to the ancient tradition of Valentines.
A\/N: <\/strong> Dear Anonymous,
"Cocky fighterpilot!Jensen" and former-stormtrooper!Jared," celebrating Valentine;s Day in a galaxy far, far away? Wild horses couldn't keep me away. Thanks for such an irresistible prompt -- I hope the fill is to your liking! ♥

\"\"<\/a>\n\nThis entry was originally posted at https:\/\/cassiopeia7.dreamwidth.org\/573863.html<\/a>. Please comment there using OpenID<\/a>.<\/span>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/625111.html?view=comments#comments","category":["fanart","j2"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/624693.html","pubDate":"Mon, 27 Jan 2020 15:45:48 GMT","title":"Fanart: A Violation of Expectancies (SWBB)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/624693.html","description":"

Title: <\/b>A Violation of Expectancies
Author: <\/b>\"[personal<\/a>firesign10<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Artist: <\/b>\"[personal<\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Fandom\/Genre: <\/b>SPN
Pairing(s): <\/b>Sam\/Dean
Rating: <\/b>G (Art only)
Warnings: <\/b>None
Summary:  <\/b>Rowena drops a bombshell on Sam—he's a witch. Sam's dealt with a mysterious power within him since he was a child. He's got to begin a new phase of his life...but first he needs to re-evaluate at his past with a new perspective.

Notes: <\/b>Notes after art

Art Link(s):<\/b> LJ<\/a> | Dreamwidth<\/a>
Fic Link(s):<\/b> LJ <\/a>| A03 <\/a>


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Artist notes: Love me some witchy!Sam! The idea for the banner jumped up and bit me before I was even halfway through the story. It didn't quite come together the way I wanted, but it was fun to do. Many thanks to my author \"[personal<\/a>firesign10<\/b><\/a><\/span>  for writing the lines that gave birth to the image! Thanks also to my beta \"[personal<\/a>quickreaver<\/b><\/a><\/span>  for saving me from myself! ♥<\/a>\n\nThis entry was originally posted at https:\/\/cassiopeia7.dreamwidth.org\/573496.html<\/a>. Please comment there using OpenID<\/a>.<\/span>","comments":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/624693.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/624461.html","pubDate":"Wed, 25 Dec 2019 05:30:03 GMT","title":"Gift-Wrapped, for Dugindeep (PG, Jensen\/Jared\/Danneel)","author":"cassiopeia7","link":"https:\/\/cassiopeia7.livejournal.com\/624461.html","description":"
Title:<\/strong> Gift-Wrapped (Art)
Gifter:<\/strong> <\/a>cassiopeia7<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Giftee:<\/strong> <\/a>dugindeep<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing<\/strong>: Danneel\/Jared\/Jensen
Rating:<\/strong> PG
Summary:<\/strong> Some gifts just beg to be unwrapped early.

Notes<\/strong>: Merry Christmas, Amy!  I hope you like this (very) loose interpretation of your prompts.  Gotta admit, I saw "Danneel\/Jared\/Jensen" in your prompt list, and became a bit obsessed.  Then things got all Christmassy.  Let's pretend they're undercover cops returning from a glamorous assignment, eh? ;)

Many thanks to <\/a>quickreaver<\/b><\/a><\/span> for the beta, to <\/a>cherie_morte<\/b><\/a><\/span> for the brain-picking, and to <\/a>glovered<\/b><\/a><\/span> and <\/a>oddishly<\/b><\/a><\/span> for fearlessly modding this event year after year.

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