#//i'll never leave you

[shoujo-brain-masahiro]

[Text>@kouslut:] I think we're out of soy sauce at home, and I was thinking about making hot pot for dinner. Are you busy after school? Shopping date?

Masahiro typed in the message while sneaking peeks at his classmates. While it wasn't exactly an inappropriate text, the fact that he was sending it to their math teacher wasn't exactly news he wanted everyone knowing. Especially since he had used the word "date." Hopefully Kousuke would be free, but if he wasn't he'd manage the grocery shopping on his own. It would just be more fun if Kousuke came with him. Spending time with his boyfriend was always better than being alone.

[abstractfrog]

Happy 1 year anniversary to Mr Sherlock Holmes! Here's a litttleee celebratory comic from me

[kendalroys]

My Lady Jane 1.07 "Another Girl, Another Planet"

[milkywayes]

objective: interspecies communication. status: successful [prints]

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[thepersonperson]

Do you know how funny it is that Sukuna is literally suffering from Gojo brainrot?

This may be an illustration of Gojo's brain damage from forcefully resetting his cursed technique, but since Sukuna is copying him (pose included), this is what his brain looks like too.

[seldompathic]

He'd risk it all for a snack

[shoujo-brain-masahiro]

Masahiro’s knee bounced erratically as he looked around the waiting room. Apart from him, there were at least a dozen other guys his age, all bright eyed and smiling eagerly as they waited for their turn to do their audition. While it wasn’t the first he’d been to, he was determined to make it be the last. It was awkward trying to achieve this dream that wasn’t even his, when he knew everyone else around him genuinely cared. He could tell in the way several of the other young men devoured the small script of lines they had been given, or kept watching the door with the hopes it would be their turn soon. It was something Masahiro had never felt as he waited at an audition. He didn’t think it was possible for him to want it.

Ever since he could remember, his mother had been trying to find ways to make a living without actually working. Megumi believed herself too pretty, too irresistible to men to actually work to support herself and her child. He had experienced every get rich quick scheme Japan had to offer. None of which had panned out. Each of which had left them increasingly more in debt. It had gotten bad enough that he had decided to go to work as soon as he graduated middle school, deciding that high school was a dream he couldn’t even attempt to wish for. 

He wasn’t able to bring home much, but between his late night job working at a local conbini and an evening job at a ramen shop, he managed to pay their rent. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough for his mother. No. She had read an article at the “salon” where she “worked” about some young actor who had gotten picked up off the streets by a talent agency and eventually built his family a house. Megumi had somehow gotten it into her head that he was just as talented as anyone, and could become a big star and fill their struggling bank accounts with money. But, after six months of attempting to appease her by going to auditions between his shifts, he hadn’t managed to get even a small background role.

Not that it surprised him. Luck and he had never been friends, never even acquaintances. The possibility that he could somehow land a role in a drama and break into the acting scene was almost laughable. No matter how hard he worked at anything, he would still fail in the end. It was his lot in life to be courted by the gloomy goddess known as Misfortune.

So, of course he wasn’t expecting to get this role either. It didn’t take a genius to realize that even if he did have that elusive “talent” people spoke of, he didn’t exactly have the appearance of a celebrity. Compared to the other boys in the room, he was almost invisible. He didn’t have lustrous dark locks, or a charismatic jawline. What he had was bleach blonde hair and numerous piercings (useful at keeping punks who wanted to pick fights early in the morning at bay). There was nothing about him that screamed “star power.” If anything, he looked like a washed up child star that had fallen into hard times with a rough crowd.

He was considering just getting up and walking out, determined to save himself the wasted time of another failed audition when a polite looking casting assistant called his name from the door. He stood up, trying not to notice the stares from the other acting hopefuls, and followed the assistant through the door, down a hallway and into another room. 

It was there, in a small booth that he came face to face with someone who was the opposite of him in every way. The man was tall, beautiful and carried himself in a way that said he knew all of this. Without even knowing who he was, Masahiro could tell he was an actor. He was too handsome not to be. 

When the man noticed him, he held out a hand and with a fixed smile on his face began to welcome him. Then he froze and looked him over. Masahiro could feel himself shrink from his gaze. He knew he wasn’t what anyone expected in an audition, and he honestly didn’t have the time or the money to try and fix that about himself. Every extra penny he had went to some kind of bill, or trying to fill his constantly aching belly. He couldn’t be what these people expected… but why did it hurt so much to see that confirmed in this man’s eyes?

He reached out and took his hand, shaking it as firmly as he could manage. “I’m Masahiro Setagawa, it’s nice to meet you. Are you the lead I’ll be doing the scene with?” It couldn’t hurt to be polite and deferential, even when he knew what the answer was going to be. “I have the script sample they gave me, so I’m ready whenever you are.”

There. He hadn’t flubbed his greeting or made himself out to be someone he wasn’t. Just firm, polite, and to the point. He had no doubt he would fail this audition as he had all the ones before, but there was no reason to take it out on this man. He didn’t know him or his situation, so polite was the way to go. It was the best way he knew how to keep his misfortune at a tolerable level. Just grin and bear it.

@shoujo-brain-masahiro

Kousuke had always thought himself a decently lucky person, one fortunate enough to have been born to a good enough family, into decent wealth, with a fairly good draw from the genetic lottery and a set of handy gifts at his disposal that he'd have called enviable if not for the fact that, as he'd been kindly informed around the time he had moved up to middle school, that would've counted as bragging and would have come off as "douchey". The thing was that, though he had for a short period of time considered himself something of an outlier, something of an exceptional genius of sorts who could succeed in just about any field so long as he put his mind to it, he'd come to see, with the little maturity he'd acquired over the years, that he was no different from everyone else or the norm, after all, and that he really had just had a little more luck than most people he'd encountered in his youth.

As time had passed, however, and his ego had inflated in tandem with his self-confidence crashing with the realization that he'd have had to accept his own mediocrity, what had come to light was that his luck was something of an extraordinary talent in and of itself, one with a will of its own that was dead set on ignoring its owner's desires. A force to be reckoned with, more than fate itself.

That was, at least, the only real, though dramatic, explanation he could have given as to how he had gone from being just another Math bachelor student at UTokyo to some kind of overnight celebrity.

It had started with a modelling job he'd taken for the fun of it along with a friend who'd pushed him into it, and it had ended with... being cast as the lead in some new drama that was, as the producer claimed, going to be a very big deal, after a bunch of acting roles he'd gone through as his popularity in magazine polls had incredibly surprisingly risen. Not that Kousuke didn't have a good idea of what he looked like or the fact that many people seemed to be into it, between the girls and guys he'd happened to frequent, but, in all frankness, he hadn't thought that would have been enough to make up for the shit personality he also knew he had, along with his pretty face. Not that he minded all that- being put on a pedestal to the point that it was hardly him people were looking at anymore, but rather a projection of what they believed he most likely was like based on what twitter had taken to calling his "angel face" and "very breedable" body or whatever.

He didn't mind any of that, in the same way that he hadn't minded dropping out of uni when he'd been asked to. Anything to make his life just a little less dull, even if it meant giving up the one thing he really had been passionate about since the start.

When he'd been offered the role in this upcoming drama his agent was oh so excited about, he'd known from the start that he'd have accepted the gig- for a number of reasons. The first of all being that it had honestly flattered him to know he'd been the first to be asked. The second that he was getting bored of the routine of mindless interviews, mind numbing work out programs and doomscrolling in his off time. The third that it would have possibly damaged his reputation to refuse.

When he'd been handed the actual pitch, he'd had a half panic attack over what the actual job would have implied, and had, for a moment, wondered if he had somehow accidentally come out to someone involved in production or some such, but, of course, that wasn't the case. It was just happened to be a story about two men. More importantly than that, his character had just the life he'd have probably found himself living if not for his sudden and unexpected scouting- a high school math teacher. That had most definitely ended up catching and holding his attention. Whatever the rest of the plot implied, he didn't quite care. He'd have done as he usually did- which was apparently good enough to be cast without even trying- and it would have all turned out well.

That was, of course, not what he had said to the many reporters and magazines who had begged for an interview upon the release of the news- that he'd be the star in the new awaited and anticipated drama that was to come out.

---

Casting had been proceeding decently, according to the people who seemed to care more than he did- meaning pretty much everyone, if he had to be honest- right up until the moment in which the director had decided that he'd have needed him in the studio to ensure there would be good chemistry between him and the one who was to be his co-star. He'd found the whole thing to be incredibly performative, to the point that he'd assumed the staff was hoping they'd lure some more popular actors in by swinging his name around. He frankly didn't believe in "chemistry", not when it came to something like a job. A decent actor would have been able to act, full stop. And he'd have done the same, because that was how he'd gotten to that point, not because he'd happened to be elevated by some chemistry magic when he'd encountered the actual stars of his field.

Whatever. His agent had thought it a great idea, for networking also- not that Kousuke thought he'd have needed any more vapid connections- and he had ended up accepting right away since, once again, it was his job to go along with whatever artistic velleity the staff would have wanted to pull. He was there to pretend hard enough to believe in it so that everyone else could be fooled into thinking there was something great going on, when, really, he always had just been some dude, with a decent enough face, and a disproportionate and almost unfortunate amount of luck to his name.

It had been boring, for the most part. Boring as in normal for the job- recite the few lines the casting script has in it and smile kindly at anyone and everyone who meets your gaze. The ground rules, to him. Most of the morning had gone by already, and Kousuke was really, really craving a smoke. Not that he could have- all the talking was straining his throat on its own, he'd have had to wait until the evening to finally- finally take a drag.

That was when a boy he'd have not thought older than 17 or so walked into the booth, led by the casting assistant. The man readily whipped out his smile to greet the yet unnamed boy as he would any applicant coming to him for their "make or break" session.

"Hey," he called with a practiced, easygoing wave. "It'll be my pleasure to work with-"

That was when his observation skills actually caught up with him and the autopilot deactivated, leaving him to remember where he was, what he was doing and wonder just what that young looking kid was doing there. Bleached hair and piercings. That sure was a look. And, now, he'd seen all kinds of styles from fellow actors, but all of them had been a product of a pr stunt mixed with their personal taste, with a LOT of care put into making whatever it was they were trying to pull off look professional despite its nature- whatever it was. That was not what he was looking at at that very moment. Most definitely not. That hair had been bleached at home and it hadn't seen a hairdresser in- not ever, if he had to guess. Was the kid even an actor? Was he actually there to try for the role? He'd been let in, so he could only assume that that was the case- he'd have rather mistaken a handyman for an actor than the opposite.

He recomposed himself, if only a little, deeply aware of the questioning look on his face. He didn't think he could really be blamed- the guy looked like a kid, and a delinquent at that. He had the look. But not the attitude. Admittedly, Kousuke was a little intrigued.

"Pleased to meet you...?" he tried again, extending his right arm for a casual handshake.

[tommowluvr]

[tomshivbaby]

guy who definitely remembers how to smoke a cigarette

[fairsweetlonging]

okay but post-canon luo binghe suddenly being atticwifed by an overly jealous shen qingqiu and feeling euphoric bc omg shizun can't stand the thought of binghe being with anyone else and is locking him up to be his only thing in the world!! shizun wants only him and no one else!!! shizun is guarding him like vicious dragon guarding its precious treasure!! he's living it up being shizun's house wife only, doing nothing but serving his husband and proudly wearing the chain like it's a second wedding ring and basking in the jealous attention like there's no tomorrow

but then it turns out shen qingqiu actually got hit with one of pidw's wife plot-pollen that made him act so jealous and crazy, and when it's over (either by papapa or time), shen qingqiu profusely apologizes and says he'd never do such a thing to binghe and it wasn't like him at all and binghe stands there like "oh..."

[shoujo-brain-masahiro]

@kouslut

The crowd was thick in the plaza, huddled tight together to catch a glimpse of the man performing near the fountain. Tall, dark haired and more than a little good looking, the performer barely had to do anything to command the attention of the crowd. Even so, his ability to juggle a set of daggers while not catching either his loose, puffy sleeves, or the folds of his trousers was incredibly impressive. Usually, Masahiro wouldn’t let his attention wander when given an opportunity as rich as this, but the performer was incredibly distracting. And surprisingly well dressed.

He wound in and out of the crowd with his hood covering his face, slipping his hand into bags, using his dagger to subtly cut purse strings and add it all to the growing loot in the bag hidden underneath his cloak. Evening performances like this were the perfect pickings for a thief like him. The sky was just beginning to darken, lamps were very slowly being lit, and because of the difficulty seeing the action in the fading light, the congregating mass weren’t paying any attention to other people in the crowd. Given his thin frame and quick hands, he could slip in and out of the masses before a performance was over.

Unfortunately, Masahiro couldn’t manage to take his eyes off the juggler. His handsome face, that small beauty mark that drew in his eye with an inexplicable pull, the fluid motion of his hands, even the way he laughed as the audience cheered for him, all of it drew the young thief’s eyes and tripped him up. He was pulled in against his will, and it made him sloppy.

As the performer added another blade to his rotation, drawing gasps and more cheers from the crowd, Masahiro fumbled with a coin purse, nicking his fingers with the blade and stumbling into the man whose purse he had in his hands. He tried to mumble an apology and move on, but the man looked down at him and must have noticed the coin purse he hadn’t managed to slide into his bag yet. Masahiro panicked, trying to slip into the crowd and flee, but the man was quick, and strong, and grabbed his arm and held him in place.

“Don’t try to get away after stealing from me, whelp,” the man growled, tightening his hand around Masahiro’s upper arm. “I’ll demand your hands for this!”

Pure adrenaline rushed through him at the man’s words. He had always known that it was a possibility to lose his hands living on the streets the way he did, but actually coming face to face with the threat of it had him feeling like a rat being hunted by a cat at the end of an alley. He tugged his arm hard, trying to slip from the man’s grasp. The force of his pull had him stumble into yet another member of the crowd, and then another. As attention began to turn from the man juggling daggers to him, Masahiro found himself crying out in a voice strained with stress.

“Let me go! I’ll give it back!”

“No one steals from me,” the man shouted. “Empty your bag right now!”

Masahiro looked around frantically, desperate for help but knowing none would come. He was a petty thief who had been caught. Only sixteen years old and already facing his end. If only he hadn’t been so distracted, so sloppy. He cursed the attraction of the performer and his own ability to keep his head.

[ultravioletbrit]

“enough” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 405 words

Regulus goes quiet and James can feel his heart sink, he can feel it breaking and he can feel tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Why are you pushing me away?” James whispers and his voice breaks. Regulus stays quiet. “You have to give me something, Reg. I can’t… I can’t just… I won’t…” James hiccups trying to get his words out.

Regulus stays quiet but James can see his bottom lip quivering.  

“Reg…” James says and it’s barely a breath.

Regulus stays quiet for another moment then takes a shuddering breath.

“I’ll never be enough for you, James.” Regulus has his head down and he speaks so softly James almost doesn’t hear him. “I’ll never be good enough or be able to love you enough. I’ll never be able to love you like I should. Like you deser–”

James is across the room before Regulus can finish his thought. He has his hands on Regulus’ cheeks and is kissing him so fiercely Regulus stumbles back a bit. One of James’ arms moves to wrap around Regulus’ back to steady him and hold him close. The kiss is filled with passion and tears and love, and they don’t stop kissing until neither one of them can breathe.

When they finally break apart, James rests his forehead against Regulus’ and looks deep into his eyes.

“You are so much more than enough.” James tells him slowly and firmly, leaving no room for argument. “You are everything. You are my everything. I have never been loved the way you love me. Your love is everything to me.” James whispers.

“James…” Regulus has tears streaming down his cheeks. A moment ago, Regulus was trying to push him away, now he’s clinging to James like he’ll disappear if Regulus doesn’t hold him tight enough. But James isn’t going anywhere.

“I love you, Regulus. More than you could possibly know.” Regulus is staring into James’ eyes like he’s searching for a lie. But he won’t find one.

Regulus stays quiet for a moment then takes a shuddering breath.

“I love you, Jamie. So much.” Regulus whispers and drops his head on James' shoulder and melts into his arms.  

James holds him as close as possible and tells him over and over how much he loves him and how much he means to him. And he’ll keep telling him over and over until Regulus knows that he’s enough. That he’s everything.

[kendalroys]

My Lady Jane 1.07 "Another Girl, Another Planet"

[starry-bi-sky]

finally giving fem danyal her own au and fulfilling my 'danny is an animal whisperer' agenda at the same time: mother of monsters danyal 2.0

i say "2.0" because TECHNICALLY 'mother of monsters danyal' is an au I made back in June for Dark fem!Danyal (who I promptly named Layal). However, I haven't posted much for her yet, and I like the "mother of monsters" premise too much to leave it only to Layal. Plus Danyal in that au was going to become the mother of monsters anyway, just with significantly less world domination and mass extinction.

'Animal whisperer' Danny has been something I've been thinking about since my latest DP 'wolfpack au' post and it's! So fun to think about, and who no better to assign the idea to than Danyal Al Ghul? Who comes from a family infamously known for their love of animals and nature?

Fem Danyal is just purely self-indulgent. *gestures wildly at her* i just lomvb,,, her,,,, I've only really mentioned her in context of the 'Things in Threes' au/my first Danyal al Ghul au with the facial scar, but she's!!! I love her. She deserves her own au <33

So kill three birds with one stone! Make a post about it.

Anyways, Danny has a large lair. Similar to cult leader danyal, her lair is a giant mountain region resembling nanda parbat with a big temple/palace-like area built into the mountain. It's large, it's overflowing with natural flora, with its own mini-floating islands hovering over some areas, and it's also completely empty.

Danny takes one look at her lair upon first meeting, -- noting that it looked relatively smaller from the outside -- and promptly, with the elegance of an Al Ghul, goes "What the hell??" Because yes, while she does enjoy her own solitude and privacy, this is a bit ridiculous.

For heaven's sake, there's even a massive lake in there! What's she going to do with all this space? Can she make it any smaller? Why is it so big in the first place? This looks borderline like one of the mega-islands!

She finds out later that apparently, the amount of ectoplasm a ghost has can have an effect on the size of their lair. And since she has such a large core, her lair reflects that. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff, it's bigger on the inside so it doesn't take up "too much space" on the outside. Don't worry about it too much.

Danyal isn't totally opposed to having such a large lair, she's just... a bit baffled by it. It feels like so much wasted space is all. All this flora and no fauna to enjoy it with. It's practically eerie.

She decorates her temple-palace area, transforming rooms to match her needs as she sees fit. In the center of the inner gardens is a massive tree that she likes to climb, with twisting, winding branches. Sam and Tucker have honorary rooms, even if they can't safely leave the specter speeder for long periods of time, even with proper safety equipment. So does Jazz. Ali (Dani) has one too, but he can actually use that one, and Danny brought him to her lair so he could decorate it himself.

She has a personal garden, but for the most part she lets the flora exist as it is. Too much space to cultivate it en masse anyways.

Skip to a few weeks later, on her next visit to Clockwork. She developed a habit of going to see him semi-regularly just because. She enjoys his wisdom, and he has a lot of stories to tell, and when he's not being the cryptic and esoteric timekeeper, he's a bit goofy.

(pushing my dadwork agenda here,,, i think Danny deserves to go 'hey, Lord Clockwork, do you want me to buy you something' while she's at walmart, only to receive a singular glowing sticky note that says 'cucumber gatorade'.)

(She insists on referring to him with his proper titles even for the most mundane of things because it's proper, but Clockwork sees a future where she eventually calls him "Cee" and by all things in existence is he determined to get there. Anyways,,,)

On her next visit to Clockwork, just as she is about to leave, Clockwork stops her and goes; "Ah, I have something for you. Hold out your hands."

Danny does as such, and Clockwork doesn't give out things often, so her curiosity has spiked to the highest levels. He turns away from her for a moment, using his staff to summon whatever it is he needs, and when he turns around.

He drops a fish into her hands. Granted, a fish in a small glass tank. But a fish nonetheless. A small one, roughly about the size of her finger, with a blue-black, eel-shaped body and four sets of glowing eyes. She can see thin, almost translucent, but spiny fins down its back and the start of bioluminescent markings. It's swimming around in circles in its small container.

"Lord Clockwork." Danyal says all too calmly.

"Yes, Danyal?"

"What is this?"

"That is an adolescent leviathan, Danyal." She’s transfixed onto the tank, but she doesn’t need to see Clockwork’s face to hear the smile he’s stifling.

The myriad of emotions that runs through her all at once threatens to overwhelm her, and she can’t tell if the feelings are negative or positive. So she carefully closes her eyes to breathe in through her nose.

“Clockwork.”

“Ah, I see you’ve dropped formalities.”

She ignores that.

“Why have you given me an adolescent leviathan?”

She's expecting the trickster to look amused when she opens her eyes. Instead, he just looks endeared. "I know you're fond of animals," he says, "and you always look amazed when you come across an animal of the realms. So I thought you might enjoy taking care of the young beast, it's mother is dead so it has no one to care for it."

Oh.

"But, if you don't like it," Clockwork's hands reach out for the tank, "I can simply take it back--"

Danyal shifts the tank out from his reach and hugs it possessively. "I never said that. How do I care for it?"

And so clockwork gives her a list, and when Danyal returns to her lair, she sets up a large tank in her room for the leviathan to swim in -- it's much too small for the lake right now, she thinks. She'll feel better if it's somewhere she can find it. She names him Suhā.

Suhā grows quickly, and by the end of the mortal month she transforms one of the rooms into a large pond for him to swim around in. He's a very loyal beast, recognizing her as it's mother of some kind. Danyal takes great care ensuring that her beastie gets quality care, and Suhā swims to the surface to see her when he senses her in the room.

It spirals from there. Somehow, Pandora catches wind that Clockwork gave her a leviathan, and so the next time Danyal visits the Greater Athens, she gives her a baby chimera. It's eyes are still sealed shut, Danyal can't bring herself to say no. She names the little beastie Firas.

Frostbite hears about it too, and not to be outdone, gives her an animal she's never even heard of. Infinite-realms born, apparently. A fox-like creature with two small horns like an impala, four eyes, and tall legs. The name isn't something she's quite sure how to write down, and she's positive that her friends won't be able to comprehend it. She names her Eira.

Getting the three of them used to each other was... interesting. Suhā tried to eat Firas when Danyal first introduced the two, and they've hated each other ever since. Firas and Eira are seemingly getting along. Her island already feels full enough with the three of them on it.

Of course, that's not the end of it. With her luck, she begins stumbling across other monsters. Realms-borne or otherwise. An injured hydra in the Grecian islands that, through lots of trial and error, Danyal is able to rehabilitate and heal. It routinely comes to visit her afterwards.

A griffin with a broken wing that she moves permanently to the island that likes to keep to itself, but tends to come down when she's near. It gets along best with Firas.

A panther-like monster from the Shades Woods that had six legs and three tails, with ends that reminded her of a venus flytrap. It stuck around the heavy foliage and she can only make out where it was when she saw its golden eyes reflect.

She befriends a young indrik with its leg injured, and much like the hydra it follows her back to her island, and stays there in the mountains. It comes out when she's alone, much like her other beasts.

She receives two more leviathan -- one from clockwork, and one she finds herself while exploring the deeper and darker recesses of the Ghost Zone. It was huddled against the carcass of its mother, and she managed to befriend and get close enough to it to bring it back to her island. Suhā is fully grown by then, with a head bigger than Danyal herself and he still likes to stick her head out of the water for nuzzles when she's near.

He's not very happy with his new siblings, but he's not trying to eat them when she's not looking. So she calls it a win in her book.

And it's not just large beasts either; smaller animals begin popping up when she's not looking. Bird-like creatures and small mammals, and she swears she saw a doe (or something resembling a doe) grazing in the forest while she was walking by.

She takes back with her a lone snake egg once, and it grows so big it wraps around her island and sleeps with its massive head on the mountain beside the temple, like some smaller breed of Jörmungandr.

And on and on it goes. Some of the beasts she comes across never step foot onto her island, some of them follow her back, while others she has to carry back. Not all of the ones that follow her stay, and Danny rehabilitates the injured and releases them when they're fully healed.

It's hectic, and busy, and frankly she loves it. Some of her rehabilitated beasts return to visit her, or to have their children somewhere on the island, or whatever it is they need to do.

She becomes a bit infamous for it. She goes to visit Dorathea once, and as she's walking through the streets she can hear some of the denizens whispering while she walks past.

"Is that her?"

"Her highness' friend? Yes--"

"--that's the one--"

"--Mother of monsters--"

Danny's not sure how to feel about that.

Although, she can't say she's opposed.

Danyal Al Ghul, Mother of monsters, raiser of beasts. It has a nice ring to it.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

At the start of this project all I wanted was to 'learn how to draw' using comics as a medium and the MDZS audio drama as inspiration.

I've come *very* far from making simple, 3 panel black and white comics, and I truly do intend to go even further. Thank you to everyone who cheered me on throughout 2023, it has been an incredible year in so many ways I never could have imagined. I look forwards to drawing throughout 2024 B*)