SO. I haven't talked about this project much in recent days because I have no plans to write its novel any time soon (I will some day! I just have too much on the go at once rn and this one is one I can safely table and not lose the vibes for)
BUT a conversation with @aninkwellofnectar in her discord recently inspired me to finally work on redesigning the main character and my oldest OC, Sapphire! (this is why I was so drawn to WTSA because STAR PRINCESS????? HELLO??? MY BABY IS A STAR PRINCESS)
Those who know me (especially those who've known me for longer than a couple years) will know she was originally a self-insert fanfic OC but for her novel I knew I wanted to make her a black woman due to two factors:
not enough feminine black princesses, especially in fantasy romance which is what this will be
she's a star princess/being of fire so it Just Made Sense that her physical form would be darker
I wanted to
So here it is! The first redesign of Princess Shuk'arna "Sapphire" Balmore, first of her name, middle child of the Balmore line, bastard daughter of Queen Lilian II, High Healer of the Estofel Army
@smallvillecrows @thescarletblaze LOOK AT HER
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The Hub || Quantum Leap x Torchwood
Fandom: Quantum Leap (2022), Torchwood
POV: Ian Wright
multi chapter, check the AO3 Link for more when it arrives
Summary: In which Ian finally visits the Torchwood hub -- and meets a couple of new faces.
It was a cold spring morning in Cardiff when Ian found themself standing in one spot for a very long time.
Well. Standing in one spot wasn’t the most accurate descriptor. Rather, they would approach the paving stone marked in the photo Jack had sent them, hover nearby for a minute, then chicken out and pretend they were staring at a pillar or something equally touristy.
It wasn’t that they didn’t believe there was an invisibility cloak or something around the stone, nor that it was a secret elevator. This was just… new. A whole new place in a whole new country and what if nobody liked them? What if they weren’t actually smart enough to help? What if they didn’t understand a word each other was saying through their accents?
Oh my god, just go in already. Ian could practically hear Jenn chiding them; imagined her shoving them forward like a baby bird out of the nest. If they backed out now they’d never hear the end of it.
Holding their breath and closing their eyes like the perception filter might zap them, Ian stepped into the hidden elevator.
Nothing happened. They waited, braced for impact, but nothing changed. Slowly, they peeked an eye open. They were still there, stood like an absolute dummy in the middle of an empty city square in Wales.
Until they weren’t. With a violent lurch (and a deeply undignified squeak), the ground pulled them down into the depths. Cold coastal air gave way to deep warmth and Ian's eyes widened as they were slowly lowered into the enormous underground base. The moment the elevator stopped and they could catch their breath, their heavy coat was off and slung over their arm to join their laptop bag, and they stepped off of the concrete platform, watching it rise back up with a silent note to figure out how the heck that thing worked later.
“Took you long enough,” Jack’s voice was teasing as he hopped down to greet Ian, swiftly taking their coat and hanging it nearby, “Looked like you were about to quit for a minute.”
Ian felt their cheeks flush, “Wh-uh- you-.. You saw that?”
Jack only beamed in response, shooting them a wink and beckoning them to the main bulk of the hub.
It was clear this place had been under reconstruction for a while now. Every surface was littered with cables and diagrams; old monitors, burnt and destroyed almost beyond recognition, were lined up on the ground while newer flatscreens were half hooked up and balancing vicariously on whatever was nearby.
“Welcome to Torchwood, Doctor Wright!” Jack continued, spinning to grin at them again, “Bit of a fixer upper but we’re working on it.”
“It’s… impressive,” they hummed, gazing up at what looked like an enormous engine or power core of some kind that the hub seemed to be built around. Ian could only imagine the kind of power a machine that size held — it was reminiscent of some of the engines housing the quantum core back in LA.
“Rift manipulator,” Jack hummed, “Housed inside the water tower up above.”
"It helps us monitor and control the space-time rift this hub is built around." Another voice, curt and feminine, startled Ian for a moment -- they were so taken in by their surroundings they had almost missed the two other figures in the room.
The person in question was someone who seemed (though Ian would never assume) to be in her thirties, her slight frame almost completely hidden by the frankly unnecessary trenchcoat she was wearing. She pushed to her feet from where she was crouched by a circuitboard, tossing a bit of.... something aside and turning to regard Ian with piercing green eyes.
"Here's who you'll be working with while you're here," Jack hummed, "This is Sapphire, and that's Oscar."
He gestured to the other figure, blue-eyed and freckled with a small scar on his left cheek, who glanced over with a politely awkward wave.
"About time you arrived," Sapphire hummed, tucking a strand of bright red hair behind her ear and offering Ian a smile, "Oscar has repaired the physical side of things but he's rather out of his depth on the coding and I need a second pair of eyes. I hear there's no-one better. Well," she added before Ian could think to respond, "no human."
"No-.. wait." Ian blinked, her words settling slowly amid the overwhelming amount of data between their ears right now. "Y-you're... not human?"
"I am!" Oscar interjected cheerily, shrugging, "Sort of. Half."
That explained his accent, Ian thought -- hovering somewhere between Irish, Southern American and something they couldn't for the life of them pinpoint. Sapphire's voice appeared British at first listen, but now they were looking for alien discrepencies there was something not quite right about it, almost like she'd learned the accent deliberately.
"I am not," Sapphire clarified, seeming to sense their confusion. "Do you need to sit down?"
Ian blinked again, nodding absently and plopping down into the seat Jack rolled over. Aliens are real. Aliens are real. The team back at Quantum Leap were going to scream when they found out Ian was right the whole time-- except they wouldn't, because Ian couldn't tell them. Damn.
Still, a swell of excitement replaced the overwhelm, Ian’s gaze lifting to their new acquaintances. “This is the best day of my life. Wh-where are you from? Why are you here? Why do you look human, I mean the statistical probability of that is—“
“Slow down,” Sapphire laughed, patient even as Ian felt their cheeks reddening in shame. First contact and they were blowing it already. Still, Sapphire was beaming, her eyes glittering with joy as if their own excitement was contagious. “Unfortunately I can only answer one question at a time.”
“Alright, we can blow their mind while we work,” Jack interjected, winking at them all and earning a groan from both alien acquaintances that told Ian he was fully aware of the double entendre. “Ian’s only here on timeshare so we’re working double time.”
“I can quit whenever I like, you know,” Sapphire huffed, stepping back to her station with a haughty sway.
“You can’t stay away~”
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