-steals @bulkhummus‘s sasha design like the not!sasha-
This is actually sort of a homework assignment that I did in less than two hours because reasons. If I were not very tired and very short on time for this, I would’ve probably at least shaded the darn thing.
I will post the image ID later.
The scene is from my favorite TMA time travel fix-it fic, Try Again by Ashlooloo.
Excerpt:
Standing just a few feet ahead of her is Jon, gazing out to the horizon beyond. Glowing, phantasmal eyes float around his head, looking in all different directions as they cast dots of teal light around the sand. He glances over his shoulder as she approaches, and she inhales involuntarily.
He's absolutely covered in scars. Little round things that mark the skin of his face, arms, and legs— anywhere there's exposed flesh that she can see, there's a cluster of faded spots. A white line stretches across his neck, and there are two more like it on both his right and left collarbone. His hand is disfigured by a shiny, pink mass— some sort of burn, by the looks of it.
He's wearing a loose poet shirt with a long V-neck that reveals one more scar— a fresh, angry looking line right at the center of his sternum.
She looks him over, brows furrowed in confusion. When she looks back up at his face, his eyes are different; on one side, the sclera is black, and his iris is the same teal as the eyes that crown his head in a cyclical halo. The other eye just— isn't there. It's a black void, any depth or lack thereof completely imperceptible to her.
"Hey, Sasha", he says breezily.
