j2_afterclass artwork
So I chose Aloha Summer for my prompt at j2_afterclass. The movie is about 6 friends who go to Hawaii for the summer and, well, hijinks ensue. I'm definitely not a drawer, I doodle from time to time but that's it. There is a definite difference. I don't claim to know anything about anything when it comes to art, this was just something fun and a new creative challenge for me since my writing muse has decided to go screw off somewhere.
There's a LOT more I wanted to do with this, but time dwindled down and then something else popped up that stole my attention, so I wasn't able to do as much as I wanted to. I have even started a little fic to go along with that hopefully if the Bastard decides to come back I'll finish at some point.
Anyway, yeah. Large images.
Used: Pencil, pen, watercolor pencils + photographs, a mixture of manipulation and hand drawn images.
Eyes are really hard. And smiles, too. Especially Jared's, the pretty jerk.
And the unfinished ones:
Looks nothing like Jensen. Actually, he reminds me of the suicidal doll w/no hands from Aqua Teen Hungerforce.
And chibi's! Which are a lot harder than I would have thought, even after the aid of tutorials lol
I imagine Jensen gave Jared a giant ass bag of candy or something.
That's it for now, there's a kiss but, eh. I'm hoping that once rpf_big_bang and the other big bangs I'm signed up for slow down I'll be able to work on it a little more.
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I'll Weave A Lei of Stars For You
PG13, Jared/Jensen + Chad, mentions of Steve and Chris
Disclaimer: Just a ~bizarre fantasy.
It’s overcast and gray, the water the same color as the sky that’s threatening rain. Probably torrential downpours and lightning because that’s just the kind of luck he has, but it’s the beach goddamn it, it’s Hawaii and he’s not going to waste his summer sitting inside. He’s not afraid of a little rain.
There are lifeguards on the beach too, after all. Jensen can see them from where he stands on the tiny front porch, not far off but with enough distance that he can’t see their faces clearly. Their orange shorts stand out in stark contrast against the gray of the ocean and sky, dark tans against the pale sand. One, sits high up on his wooden chair, mile long legs swinging and floppy brown hair caught in the wind. The other, short and looking like he couldn’t save a drowning gull let alone a person, stares up at him, mouth moving and arms flailing in story.
Jensen nods to himself, decision made, then turns and marches barefoot through his little rented bungalow to the bedroom. He, Chris and Steve have been planning this trip to Hawaii for he doesn’t know how long, and finally they’re here. Day one of summer vacation after high school found them packing up everything they’d need and nothing else, hopping on the next plane out of Dallas without a look back.
They’d gotten a good deal on the bungalows, two for one and Chris and Steve share the larger, the one with two bedrooms and huge living room, the one with the kitchen. Jensen doesn’t mind having to trek across the sand to get his meals, though, not with the view he has. It’s not like he’s much of a chef anyway, that’s always been Steve’s thing.
In the bedroom he strips off his cargo shorts and steps into the board shorts Chris had picked out at Target for him while he‘d been trapped in a final at school. They’re dorky, white with giant palm trees and they sit a little too low on his hips. Chris had leered and waggled his eyebrows, made a teasing comment about how they’d help Jensen finally get some ass when Jensen had tried them on. Jensen had huffed before kicking Chris in his and they ended up wrestling until they were both laughing and breathless. Secretly though, after, while they lay on the floor trying to catch their breath, Jensen had hoped his friend was right.
Jensen grabs a beach towel and his sunglasses before exiting the bungalow and making his way across the street to the beach. There are a few people parked in the sand, not many but at least he isn’t going to be alone. It’s still warm out, even if it looks like rain, and he imagines the breeze off the water is enough to cool someone down.
The street is pretty busy, typical American tourists making their way around the island, locals going about their day and used to the home invasion. Jensen barely side-steps a scooter halfway across the street, however, and he curses as the thing zips by him. He doesn’t let it bother him though, shrugs it off and marches over to lay his towel down. He kicks off his flip flops then plops down onto the towel and smiles.
Chris and Steve will probably start waking up soon, will start puttering around the little bungalow amidst their early afternoon wake up routine, and Jensen figures he has enough time to take a quick dip before heading back across the street for lunch. Maybe they’ll have time to grill before it rains, Jensen could go for some kind of burger.
The winds have picked up and they blow hard from all directions, whip the water hard against the rocks of the cove, spit it cool against Jensen’s face. He closes his eyes to it, lets it all wash over him where he sits. He scratches the calf of his leg with the opposite foot, leaves gritty sand sticking to skin, and he feels goose flesh rise from the coldness of it, while he debates his next move.
He’s in paradise and he’s going to enjoy it.
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“Dude, there’s a tornado a-brewin’.”
“I don’t think there are tornadoes, in Hawaii, Chad.”
Chad stares up at Jared for a moment, eyes squinted in thought and Jared puts effort into not laughing at the face he’s pulling. The sky is pretty gray, though, and if not a tornado (but maybe, because Jared isn’t a meteorologist) then at least a really bad storm, or god forbid, a hurricane. He thinks they should maybe pack it in, call the main office and tell them what’s going on.
He tunes Chad back in, watches the other lifeguard wave his arms around in imitation of what Jared assumes is a tornado, but actually makes him look like he’s having some type of fit.
“I was watching a documentary one time, man. You shoulda seen these things, swooping in and picking up houses like they’re made outta cards. I don’t think it gives a shit whether it’s in Hawaii or in some bumfuck cornfield in Iowa.”
Jared nods, barely paying attention. A horn blares from behind him, high and annoying, and Jared turns in his guards chair to watch a scooter almost run over some poor guy. He doesn‘t look like he cares much, to Jared, just frowns slightly as he watches the scooter zip past before hitching his board shorts a little higher on his hips and continuing across the sand.
“Are you even listening to me? We’re talking about death and destruction here.”
“I hear you,” Jared says, not taking his eyes off the guy as he kicks off his sandals and sinks down onto his towel. He’s smiling slightly to himself, and Jared decides he’ll give him a few minutes out on the beach. He’d almost gotten run over after all, it was the least Jared could do. “We’ll shut it down in a couple of minutes okay?”
“Fine,” Chad huffs. “But when they’re plucking your ass out of a palm tree don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Jared focuses his attention back on the guy getting up from his towel and heading towards the water. He watches him quietly for a moment as he stands there, dipping his toes first and then moving in to ankle, knee and thigh deep.
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There's a LOT more I wanted to do with this, but time dwindled down and then something else popped up that stole my attention, so I wasn't able to do as much as I wanted to. I have even started a little fic to go along with that hopefully if the Bastard decides to come back I'll finish at some point.
Anyway, yeah. Large images.
Used: Pencil, pen, watercolor pencils + photographs, a mixture of manipulation and hand drawn images.
Eyes are really hard. And smiles, too. Especially Jared's, the pretty jerk.
And the unfinished ones:
Looks nothing like Jensen. Actually, he reminds me of the suicidal doll w/no hands from Aqua Teen Hungerforce.
And chibi's! Which are a lot harder than I would have thought, even after the aid of tutorials lol
I imagine Jensen gave Jared a giant ass bag of candy or something.
That's it for now, there's a kiss but, eh. I'm hoping that once rpf_big_bang and the other big bangs I'm signed up for slow down I'll be able to work on it a little more.
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I'll Weave A Lei of Stars For You
PG13, Jared/Jensen + Chad, mentions of Steve and Chris
Disclaimer: Just a ~bizarre fantasy.
It’s overcast and gray, the water the same color as the sky that’s threatening rain. Probably torrential downpours and lightning because that’s just the kind of luck he has, but it’s the beach goddamn it, it’s Hawaii and he’s not going to waste his summer sitting inside. He’s not afraid of a little rain.
There are lifeguards on the beach too, after all. Jensen can see them from where he stands on the tiny front porch, not far off but with enough distance that he can’t see their faces clearly. Their orange shorts stand out in stark contrast against the gray of the ocean and sky, dark tans against the pale sand. One, sits high up on his wooden chair, mile long legs swinging and floppy brown hair caught in the wind. The other, short and looking like he couldn’t save a drowning gull let alone a person, stares up at him, mouth moving and arms flailing in story.
Jensen nods to himself, decision made, then turns and marches barefoot through his little rented bungalow to the bedroom. He, Chris and Steve have been planning this trip to Hawaii for he doesn’t know how long, and finally they’re here. Day one of summer vacation after high school found them packing up everything they’d need and nothing else, hopping on the next plane out of Dallas without a look back.
They’d gotten a good deal on the bungalows, two for one and Chris and Steve share the larger, the one with two bedrooms and huge living room, the one with the kitchen. Jensen doesn’t mind having to trek across the sand to get his meals, though, not with the view he has. It’s not like he’s much of a chef anyway, that’s always been Steve’s thing.
In the bedroom he strips off his cargo shorts and steps into the board shorts Chris had picked out at Target for him while he‘d been trapped in a final at school. They’re dorky, white with giant palm trees and they sit a little too low on his hips. Chris had leered and waggled his eyebrows, made a teasing comment about how they’d help Jensen finally get some ass when Jensen had tried them on. Jensen had huffed before kicking Chris in his and they ended up wrestling until they were both laughing and breathless. Secretly though, after, while they lay on the floor trying to catch their breath, Jensen had hoped his friend was right.
Jensen grabs a beach towel and his sunglasses before exiting the bungalow and making his way across the street to the beach. There are a few people parked in the sand, not many but at least he isn’t going to be alone. It’s still warm out, even if it looks like rain, and he imagines the breeze off the water is enough to cool someone down.
The street is pretty busy, typical American tourists making their way around the island, locals going about their day and used to the home invasion. Jensen barely side-steps a scooter halfway across the street, however, and he curses as the thing zips by him. He doesn’t let it bother him though, shrugs it off and marches over to lay his towel down. He kicks off his flip flops then plops down onto the towel and smiles.
Chris and Steve will probably start waking up soon, will start puttering around the little bungalow amidst their early afternoon wake up routine, and Jensen figures he has enough time to take a quick dip before heading back across the street for lunch. Maybe they’ll have time to grill before it rains, Jensen could go for some kind of burger.
The winds have picked up and they blow hard from all directions, whip the water hard against the rocks of the cove, spit it cool against Jensen’s face. He closes his eyes to it, lets it all wash over him where he sits. He scratches the calf of his leg with the opposite foot, leaves gritty sand sticking to skin, and he feels goose flesh rise from the coldness of it, while he debates his next move.
He’s in paradise and he’s going to enjoy it.
---
“Dude, there’s a tornado a-brewin’.”
“I don’t think there are tornadoes, in Hawaii, Chad.”
Chad stares up at Jared for a moment, eyes squinted in thought and Jared puts effort into not laughing at the face he’s pulling. The sky is pretty gray, though, and if not a tornado (but maybe, because Jared isn’t a meteorologist) then at least a really bad storm, or god forbid, a hurricane. He thinks they should maybe pack it in, call the main office and tell them what’s going on.
He tunes Chad back in, watches the other lifeguard wave his arms around in imitation of what Jared assumes is a tornado, but actually makes him look like he’s having some type of fit.
“I was watching a documentary one time, man. You shoulda seen these things, swooping in and picking up houses like they’re made outta cards. I don’t think it gives a shit whether it’s in Hawaii or in some bumfuck cornfield in Iowa.”
Jared nods, barely paying attention. A horn blares from behind him, high and annoying, and Jared turns in his guards chair to watch a scooter almost run over some poor guy. He doesn‘t look like he cares much, to Jared, just frowns slightly as he watches the scooter zip past before hitching his board shorts a little higher on his hips and continuing across the sand.
“Are you even listening to me? We’re talking about death and destruction here.”
“I hear you,” Jared says, not taking his eyes off the guy as he kicks off his sandals and sinks down onto his towel. He’s smiling slightly to himself, and Jared decides he’ll give him a few minutes out on the beach. He’d almost gotten run over after all, it was the least Jared could do. “We’ll shut it down in a couple of minutes okay?”
“Fine,” Chad huffs. “But when they’re plucking your ass out of a palm tree don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Jared focuses his attention back on the guy getting up from his towel and heading towards the water. He watches him quietly for a moment as he stands there, dipping his toes first and then moving in to ankle, knee and thigh deep.
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