Sneak peek at some Session 2 chapter images from my Traffic SMP fan-season, Dog's Life! ... Specifically for out-of-session server hub drama, but there they are.
Plus a bonus Martyn I initially sketched for Chapter 17.
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sorry, got distracted shiny hunting in pokemon fangames and then a friend drew her trainersona so of course i had to do mine too
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For Sam Winchester Appreciation Week, Day 2: funny moment(s)
I just really love that line for some reason it always makes me laugh :)
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Jay's tiredness. Her perpetual exhaustion after getting her rest. Her reaching out to Ollie and caring for him because she needs him to know it wasn't his fault. Does she see herself in his self-blame? How much does she blame herself for what happened to Ava? For what's happened to her crew? She perks up when he's himself again, suggesting Alphonze be the ship, and she indulges in it. What else can she do?
She has to fix Alphonze, fix Ollie, fix the ship. Why did she pick up those tinker's tools? To make something new, or to fix something broken? She, herself, is a bunch of broken parts not yet assembled into something new. If she can fix the ship, or help the kid, or bring back her friend, maybe she can fix herself too. It's a project for later.
Gillion, childishly explaining the story to his grandpa. Jumping from beat to beat, out of order and barely decipherable. Excited to see him, determined to try. He's got him. He's got him. Things will be okay. He'll make it better, he'll wake up his Grandpa. Even if it takes bodyslamming him into the ocean of his own mind. Even if it takes watching his Grandpa forget things, unable to stop it.
Because he has to fix it. Gillion Tidestrider is a fixer. He takes care of it. "Tell me what you want so I can fight for it." He jumps into the ocean and nearly dies again to try and save Alphonze. He's still exactly what they made him, recklessly self-sacrificing because it's all he knows how to do.
We've seen Gillion and Jay fix. We've seen them be captains. Have a head on their shoulders. Now they have their own brokenness to deal with, and Chip takes charge. He's never fixed a damn thing in his life, or so he thinks, and here he is. Shoveling water out of the boat, writing a 'eulogy' and caring for his people, making sure the deck is clean and the sails are sturdy.
Meeting the new crewmate. Getting Drey. Reading a map, plotting a course. Captain of the Riptide Pirates, now a proper Captain. They need him, and he's not going anywhere. They can leave him if they want, if it's too dangerous, but he's not going anywhere.
The map to their destination. He took Jay from the shore, he pulled Gillion from the water. He's got them. Jay can fortify, Gillion can keep them afloat, and then there's Chip, silently taking care of his people.
Northern star, guiding light. A match in the darkness. A flame in the night. A map on the open ocean.
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There's a hole in my soul / I can't fill it, I can't fill it / There's a hole in my soul / Can you fill it? Can you fill it?
I took a break halfway through a sentence in my interview prep for tomorrow to make this because I was listening to music and my entire brain suddenly screamed "THE SPIRITLOOMS ARE OVER HIS SLEEVES" at me and. well. I couldn't exactly not do something with that when it all fits so perfectly, now could I?
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I keep forgetting to post this acrylic painting of Lambda (and a "horse"); I'm still not pleased with it, but it's not like it's ever getting finished.
The earliest photo I have of this guy is from September 26, 2023; the latest, November 8, 2023. I never did finish it nor will I ever, because this painting completely vanished over Thanksgiving break from my school's art closet and I have zero clue where it went.
Apparently over the break there was a leak (rainy weather; the building had multiple leaks throughout the month) in the closet and there was a good inch of water over the floor, including where I normally rested this after working on it. So, in all likelihood, it probably got water damaged and tossed out. Funny how that happens to the painting of my very water/sea-oriented OC.
I am sad of course that it vanished; hell, someone could've stolen the thing. I'd rather it got water damaged and tossed out than stolen, honestly; fits Lambda better. But since I felt like I was going nowhere with it, resigning myself to the disappearance didn't mortally wound me. But fitting, I suppose, that the last time I saw this was a day before my birthday, and he promptly up and vanished and probably got water damaged.
So, enjoy all that remains of this painting of Lambda: Progress photos.
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