#isabel lovelace
the uss hephaestus is a ghost ship. it’s rotting from the inside. the ghosts of the hephaestus are so numerous that they have an order of operations. it’s haunted and no ghost belongs to it more than isabel lovelace. she is haunting the ship but she is haunted by her crewmates. around every corner she hears fisher’s laugh, sees fourier duck into her quarters, tastes the bitter tang of selberg’s experiments in the air. all of these things exist on the ship but they come from her head. and lovelace, she is part of the ship. her voice is literally wired in. when the Hephaestus dies, it’s her voice that plays out through the station. speaking to the next crew of individuals sacrificed by goddard, speaking to the damned. sometimes a haunting is a story left untold. sometimes it’s a dream unfulfilled. and sometimes it’s the force of a person too driven, too stubborn, too powerful to be constrained by the line between life and death. she is both alive and dead. part of her walks the halls of the ship and part of her speaks from within the walls, begging herself to remember what she is there for. begging herself not to change. begging herself to keep the fury, and by extension, the memory of isabel lovelace, alive.
If I had a nickel for every time a show I liked had a character die not on earth and come back as an exact clone while also featuring cosmic beings sending things back to mortals for the pursuit of knowledge for thousands of years I would have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice
back to school means more doodling instead of notes
variations on a theme
tiny little hc compilation, now in colour!
quick hc set! (left to right top row: eiffel, minkowski, hilbert, hera. left to right bottom row: lovelace, kepler, jacobi, maxwell.)
they didnt stop hanging out when kepler rescheduled things
cute lil captain lovelace icon
ive been meaning to make a comic for that one part in Time To Kill since i first heard it
Eiffel: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.
Hilbert: I’ve witnessed the dumb stuff.
Hera: I’ve recorded the dumb stuff.
Jacobi: I joined in on the dumb stuff.
Minkowski: I’VE TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!
the Gang (si 5 & the crew of the Hephaestus) try to plan a surprise party for Minkowski but they add her into the group chat and they only realize when she leaves
pov: your friend who you thought was dead is being possessed by aliens and just removed a guys hand
[image ID: a digital drawing of isabel lovelace from wolf 359. she is a black woman and is floating in anti-gravity. her hair is in locs ad is flowing up behind her. she is wearing a grey tank top and a green jumpsuit that’s tied at the waist. her eyes, mouth, and hands are all glowing blue with particles floating off of them. behind her is a the window of a space station, where a blue star can be seen. end ID]
Dominique Tipper would make the BEST Isabel Lovelace and nobody can convince me otherwise.
I mean
Just
LOOK AT HER!
hello I am incredibly obsessed with this scene that is all
hi I have some drawings for episodes 28-31
they’re some of my favorite episodes and I just. I have a lot of feelings
Isabel: Minkowski, do you know how long it takes until you start hallucinating from sleep deprivation?
Renee: I think-
Doug: Seventy-two hours.
Isabel: …How do you-
Doug, staring into empty space over the rim of his coffee cup: There’s a clown behind you.
Isabel: Why would you give Lambert a knife?!
Mace: He felt unsafe.
Isabel: Well, now I feel unsafe.
Mace: Would you also like a knife?
Renée: How did none of you hear what I just said?
Isabel: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.
Doug: I got distracted about halfway through.
Alexander: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.
Renée: Eiffel’s late again.
Hera: I woke him up at 8 and pretended it was 11.
Alexander: I wrote a fake schedule saying we started at 9 instead of 12.
Isabel: I set his clock to PM instead of AM.
Renée: You all may have overdone it.
Doug, bursting through the door: WHAT YEAR IS IT?!
Renée: While I’m gone you’re in charge, Eiffel.
Eiffel: Hell yeah.
Renée, whispering to Isabel: You’re secretly in charge.
Isabel:Obviously.