Fanart: LoM/DW Sam!Master Crossover Cover

[hughes]

For the past year or so (wow!) I've been hacking away at a hefty LoM/DW Sam!Master crossover longfic because the concept of Sam!Master is something I can't ever get over. So far, I'm at 29K words (BIGGER WOW) and still going strong (BIGGEST WOW???) even though I'm probably only about halfway done (WHAT HSFGSLFS). During this whole process, I've done a bunch of doodling/reference art for myself and while I was waiting to either post it with the finished fic or not at all, ferntree was an enabling sweetheart and talked me into sharing this particular image in LoM chat the other day.

This is meant to be an ensemble "cover" type image of the four principal characters in the fic (minus the antagonist, OR IS IT AAHAHAHA), mostly to INSPIRE(!!!!) myself rather than serve any real purpose sjghaks this is my working method, okay. Fic excerpts included because I've promised myself not to post any chapters before I'm finished with the entire thing, but do you realize how hard it's been to stop myself. (Also, while on the subject, I think I owe it to margo_kim to mention that she's the greatest beta ever. ♥)

Uh. Right. Fanart.

Crossposted: Dreamwidth, Livejournal

Notes: G-rated / worksafe / zero spoilers / wholesome all-around

Sam glanced from the Guv to the tall, lanky bloke sitting across from him. Gene waved his hand in a gesture that bordered between introductory and dismissive. "DI Tyler, meet DI Smith. From C-Division." The man turned in his seat to grin at Sam. He looked a bit odd, Sam thought immediately -- all big teeth and gawky angles, wrapped up in an over-tailored suit. But before Sam could take any further stock of the man, he leapt up, hand outstretched. "John Smith," he said. When Sam took his hand, the man returned the motion with a tighter grip than he was prepared for. "Sam Tyler, I've looked forward to meeting you." ---

--- Sam followed Smith's gaze and found his own hand, clasping his drink. "Your finger," Smith said. Sam realized he was tapping a nervous rhythm against the glass and stopped. He glanced up, a little confused, a little drunk. "Sorry, mate. Didn't mean to bother."