You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons.
Jason? Aware of none of this.
He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout.
Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen.
“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.”
[ID: A digital drawing of Sam from The Magnus Protocol on a gray background. He is a fat Arab man with brown skin and short curly black hair and a mustache and body hair. He's wearing dark red boxers and a cream robe hanging off one shoulder and black earrings. He's sitting slouched with his hands in his lap and his head tipped back slightly, hair ruffled. His eyes are closed and his cheeks are flushed, and little bubbles pop near his head. He looks very sleepy. end ID]
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i am SO glad i already had this sleepy sam on hand. i was gonna post it with a matching alice but i suppose she will simply have to wait
(i blame @franouo for this. you’ve influenced me😔✨🧚♀️)
i just think they’re so sweet and… stuff 😁✨🧚♀️🦋🪄❤️✨✨✨✨✨
i draw brienne like this to give a little reference to the books , if you’re curious about her scars and freckles. i also don’t think larissa would have any scars , and in this universe i think brienne would be juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust a smidge taller , not by much , but enough.
“She looked up at him, her face so trusting and hopeful and open that he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars. Such terrible things that it was a sacrilege for his fingers to skin, tainting her with his presence.”