#i really need to go fiddle with the Corel painter software i got from humblebundle a while back >>

[sharkface-daydreams]

i started thinking about what if locus buzzed his hair on Chorus but then he stops cutting it after leaving chorus and when it starts growing out it's kinda curly... and I about gave myself a heart attack lol

anyway I have no idea how to draw curly hair... or facial hair 😤 but I was working on this to see how different he'd look... for disguise purposes ofc

snippet of Locus disguising himself to go visit Wash at the hospital under the cut

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As 'Sam' he's able to visit the hospital. He acquired different armor (and helmet of course; tan like the rebels with deep green accents) and forged identification documents. He alters the way he walks, dropping his shoulders in approximation of exhaustion that isn't 100% fake, softens his voice, his steps. Tries to shake up his gait into something less severe and sturdy, more the rushed clip of a transport pilot who has timetables and places to be. Adopts mannerisms that feel uncomfortable to him, but may set others at ease and won't give off the "I murder people for money" vibes he's trying to smother. He's a little rusty but this isn't the first time he's had to pretend to be someone else entirely.

Before leaving the Reds and Blues, he'd let Donut help him put concealer over his major facial scar. He refused the eyeliner though. Donut thought it'd make his eyes "pop" but it won't fit the persona he'd been crafting. "Maybe another time," he told the crestfallen soldier. 

He was a damn fool getting so careless as to let anyone see his face while he'd been with the Feds. Even if it had been to spend more time with Wash, face to face. His love for the man had already made him make several careless mistakes, he supposed. He'd just have to adjust to work around them. His once-buzzed hair had grown out, curling slightly from the humidity, and a short beard disguised the shape of his jaw. Hopefully, it would be enough, and no one would look too hard during the short time he intended to be here. He swallowed nervously. As long as he didn't run into Emily, perhaps, he'd be fine. He didn't trust her hawk-sharp eyes to pass over his face without a second glance. 

He walked quickly down the hall towards the brightly lit nurses' station, thankful that 'anxious' was what he was supposed to be projecting. Anxious to see that his love was safe and healing and in good hands, that is.

"I'm here to visit David Washington?" Didn't use the rank signifier. (If they were dating, Major Washington would only be 'David' to him if his mind was consumed with worry of his condition.) Lilted his voice at the end to soften the statement into a question instead of a demand.The nurse looked skeptically at him, standing awkwardly in armor he wasn't used to wearing, pilot's helmet firmly on his head.

"Helmet off. You family? I'll need your ID and you'll need to sign in."

He sighed faintly, silently thanking Donut for his quick thinking with the foundation as he pulled off his helmet. He'd forgotten he'd used to do that to hide his scars. Hadn't needed to do so in a long while. He pulled out his falsified credentials and signed the visitor's log.

"Samuel, huh?" the nurse asked, smirking and glancing up at him. "You the boyfriend, then? We were wondering when you'd show up."

"Excuse me?"

She seemed almost giggly now. "He was completely loopy when he came in but kept asking where 'Sam' was, saying all sorts of sweet stuff about you. We thought you'd show up sooner."

Sam frowned, guilt furrowing his brows. "I came by as soon as I could," he said quietly. "Was on a long haul when I heard."

"Well don't let me keep you, then. He's in 509, just down this hall." She pointed down the hall behind the nurse's station and Sam thanked her with a nod and hurried off.

She summoned another nurse and they watched him leave, appraising his behind as he walked down the hall. It was usually a little hard to tell in armor, but there was no question that this man was hiding some top-tier cakes in there. She grinned, and the other nurse high-fived her. That's one piece of the betting pool they were definitely winning.

(The nurses absolutely had a betting pool on what Sam actually looked like and if he'd show up/was real and how long it would take him to visit… with a few other tiny things. Wash had only kept saying that he's ridiculously handsome and looked so pretty in the moonlight and had wonderful, steady hands and an ass that wouldn't quit… he'd be mortified beyond belief to find out he'd said these things out loud. Not that they aren't true but it's embarrassing and Sam will be embarrassed if he finds out he said those things.)