#or plots

[retour]

Startercall.

[jacksonwrcght]

It had been a hard session of physical therapy and whereas Jackson would normally go home and sleep it off. He knew that if he went home now he'd have his mothers worried eyes watching him like a hawk and he couldn't deal with it tonight. She stared because she cared and as much as he knew that... it was didn't mean it helped anything either. Jackson had found himself in one of the pubs, wheelchair and all as he took a sip of his pint. He was about to move to one of the smaller tables, not wanting to hog a bigger one when he was alone but his chair had other idea’s. Despite desperately wanting to be good at using it... he wasn’t. Struggling to reverse out from under the table and knowing he was making noise as the chair hit the side of it he gave up. It looked like he was parked there for the night. “You should see the wheelies I can do in this thing...” joking, even though he didn’t find his situation amusing in the slightest but he’d rather make a joke than have to deal with a hundred questions as to how it happened.

@secretsummerstarters​

[amimons]

Does anyone wanna drop some ML sugar in my askbox?

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[thelanterncity]

the beginning of season 2 is so good it’s all about family and business and parties and alfie solomons and lizzie being pure with her typing and secretarying and esme being cute and ada being amazing

[winchcstcrlcgacys-blog]

dean felt helpless. although it had only been a week since he’d woken up in the bunker – mouth dry, head woozy, and most alarming, completely, totally alone – he felt like he had begun to exhaust any options he could think of to find sam. he needed to find sam. if he found sam, they could make sense of whatever the hell it was that was going on – no matter how complicated – together, like they always did. but he’d called sam’s phone numbers – the ones he could remember, at least – over and over, to no avail. he’d prayed to castiel but got no response. he’d hoped for jack, even if there was a feeling -- one that he couldn’t make sense of, one that made his stomach churn -- telling him not to. what more could he do when he couldn’t remember everything he could do?

and, even though he felt helpless, dean hadn’t given up.

he wouldn’t.

he couldn’t.

he had spent the week investigating the bunker, looking through everything it had to offer him, from things that could help piece together his memories – photographs, journals – to things that could help him find sam – volumes of lore, books detailing magic. but when he came up empty handed, he decided it was time to expand beyond the bunker for help.

after going through his closet, dean retrieved the best black suit and tie that he could find in attempt to pass himself off as a respectable fbi agent – something he could recall had been helpful before when he needed answers -- and dressed himself accordingly. after completing the look by accenting it with a black trench coat, he tucked the most convincing, fake fbi badge he could find into one of its pockets near his chest, secured his gun in its holster at his side, and got into the impala. it wasn’t much of a drive before he reached the first neighborhood, his emerald eyes scanning the many houses it occupied. maybe it was a long shot to drive from neighborhood to neighborhood, interviewing people, but at least it was better than sitting on his ass. it was something.

“somebody has to know something, right?” dean muttered to himself as he pulled in front of a random house, the roaring of the impala’s engine halting as he pulled the key from the ignition.

once he got out, he made his way to the porch, and knocked on the door. when it begun to open, he pulled the fbi badge from his pocket and flashed it, “i’m agent shaw with the fbi. i am investigating something going on in the area and i’d like to ask you some questions.”

[talesfromthenorsesmouth]

Some rough sketches which began as a way of practising drawing Jenna in particular, since she is the Series 1/2 character I find most difficult to draw. Anyway, I started with ‘What if Jenna was a Formula 1 racing driver?’, which is always a good question to start with in any situation, which led to this:

(Yes I am not good at cars. Is her car called Liberator, or is she sponsored by the Concept of Freedom? Also yes.)

Of course, Jenna has a team behind her, so now here is a smudgy sketch of some of them:

Blake is Jenna’s chief engineer, of course. Vila is... team mascot and general dogsbody, also a useful source of information about any shady goings on in the competitive world of racing. This is a Blake’s 7 AU, after all- if there weren’t shady goings on, none of the characters would know what to do with themselves. 

(Vila is also far too smol here- perhaps he is standing on a lower step, or perhaps the artist struggles with relative size, honestly I think we will never know either way.

Anyway, while looking for reference photos, I found a lot of really fantastic images of drivers like Kay Petre, a Canadian-born motor racer who was racing in the 1930′s, so now the whole AU thing jumped back a few years, and here now we have Jenna in a racing car of the era, with appropriate headwear:

Of course there are still shady goings on. Jenna has a Past with a capital P, and perhaps something from that Past rears its ugly head. But Jenna still has a team who are not going to let her down. Cally, who got Jenna out of her old life, is particularly not going to let that happen.

Neither is Blake, who is also Jenna’s engineer in this time period. He met Jenna through Cally, as he and Cally have similar political leanings, and inclinations to active participation in those politics. Here are Blake and Jenna, mainly because I liked the pose:

(Very rough sketch done in a page corner, but one I would like to work up properly at some point.)

So basically, Jenna, Cally and Blake are trying to win races, avoid the Past and use their powers for Good. The last thing they need are a pair of con-men- but that’s fine, because there aren’t any con-men here, and-

Oh good God. Can you even do cons based around racing driving? Doesn’t matter, Avon and Vila are going to try. Of course, what is actually going to happen is they will end up helping Jenna, Cally and Blake, against Avon’s better judgement. 

There will almost definitely be a car chase and an attempt at sabotaging Jenna’s car, and other exciting moments, but in the end, Good will Triumph and everyone will go home and have a cup of tea and a sticky bun.

So that’s my attempt to string some doodles together into something. Here is a picture of Vila saying ‘zoom’ as a reward for getting to the end.

[kibutsulove]

Should I draw some Azula and Ozai today?? Hrmmm,.,.., I think yes !! Finish tmrw