This is the main strip I was excited to draw, where I got to cram all of the cameos I wanted to into 2 BIG, packed panels. If you're a cartoonist bummed that I didn't reach out to you, I WAS OUT OF ROOM! lol
Enjoy the cameos from my own Marjorie from "Marjorie of the Weirdlings", Bill, Frank, and Gnome 12 from David Reddick's "Legend of Bill". Lexii the Pixie from Sabrina Pandora's "Giant Girl Adventures", Miles and Kevin from Tauhid Bondia's "Crabgrass", "Pen & Ink" from the comic, "Pen & Ink" by Deon Parson, and also from SuprDee, Maria & Maricela from "Rosebuds". Last but never least, a certain precocious Toddler from George Gant's "Beware of Toddler"!
Thanks to them ALL for letting me play with their toys!
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I genuinely hope you see this, it says your blog doesn't exist in the search thing so here's hoping for the best that you get notified. But not only may you ask I am happy to deliver. :)
Denial is not a river in Egypt it's spelled differently
Masky is convinced that he hates you, ever since you joined the proxies he's been in nothing but constant annoyance and misery. The more he dwells on it the more he realizes it's all your fault.
You with your stupid hair that looks so soft, and eyes and laugh and smile. You and your infuriating pout and frown and tears. It's making his own job incredibly difficult, not to mention as the one who recruited you, you came to him for everything, he regrets it, he should've killed you. But somehow, some way, the thought of you dead was worse.
What was even worse than all of that was you were avoiding him, he used to have to beg you to leave him to his work, beg you to stop following him. But now it's been two weeks and he hasn't even seen you once and now you're hanging out with Toby? Toby, of all people, that's who you preferred over him. Hoodie he gets, Hoodie, if you warm him up to you enough is surprisingly sweet, but Toby? You were his recruit not Rodgers and that mood swinging maniac should be literally anywhere else than with you. You were annoying enough without Rodgers grubby hands on you and his annoying traits rubbing off on you.
He had given you a glare so intense and menacing hoping to deter you from Toby and back to him. Unfortunately for him the opposite occurred and soon you were sent on your first solo mission meaning he couldn't even keep an eye on you anymore. The entire house felt his rage. As he made sure it was filled with the screams of several unlucky contestants of torture playthings and anyone who brought him any form of paperwork would be horribly berated.
Eventually Toby approached him. "What's your fucking deal dick?"
Anger boils in his gut until he simply swung at Toby hitting him square in and breaking his nose.
"Feel better now? Why the fuck are you tormenting the entire house? We didn't even do anything to you." Toby didn't flinch, he figured his inability to feel pain is why he was sent to deal with him.
Masky shoved Toby aggressively away from him. "Why can't you keep your grubby little hands off of things that aren't yours. He's mine, was mine, is mine, and he isn't ready for a solo mission!" Masky hissed out through his gritted teeth. "Get to the fucking paramedic station."
"All this because you're worried about y/n? Dude c'mon. He's a big boy he can handle himself and doesn't need us looking over his shoulder all the time. Plus I taught him half of what he knows and you taught him the rest, he's fine." Toby rolled his eyes at Masky's tantrum over something so small.
"You shouldn't have taught him anything, you are reckless and careless and the reason he's going to come home hurt or not at all. I can't lose him okay I--" Masky cut himself off. "Go to the paramedic center now, before I take you there myself and throw you through their door."
Toby wiped more blood from his nose and shoved Masky away from towering over him. "Fine I'll go but maybe if you got over yourself and realized how you felt instead of making him feel inadequate and a burden he wouldn't have asked me for help to begin with." Toby said firmly staring at the masked man in front of him.
"Ex-fucking-cuse me, but what exactly are you implying?" Masky exclaimed infuriated as he picks Toby up by his collar.
"Jesus H Christ... Denial is more than a river in Egypt." Toby freed himself from Masky's grasp shooing his hands away as he left Masky's office. "Work yourself out man, stop taking it out on us cause your lover boy's out of town."
You returned a week later and were immediately requested to Masky's office, where surprisingly he hugged you, clinged to you practically. "You're safe, good." He'd then usher you behind closed doors and make you sit down offering you a meal. "We need to talk." Masky slid you a big stack of papers the second you sat down. "Sign these."
"What... Are these?" You'd ask thumbing through the pages absentmindedly. A look of disdain as you look at them.
"Consent forms, nothing too important. Sign." Masky said this the same way someone would talk about spam mail or permission slips.
"Oh, Consent forms." You almost signed absentmindedly before the words registered. "Consent forms for fucking what???"
"To be my assistant, permanently, meaning we do missions together and you are an extension of my authority as right hand to slender blah blah blah promotion, sign." Masky taps the stack of papers with his index. "...please."
"But you hate me? I don't want to bother you and I--" You began rambling and attempting to hand back the papers to Masky in refusal and you saw the other man's eyebrows furrow exasperatedly under his mask.
Masky took off his mask, his head in his hands, fingers entangled in his own hair as he looks up at you pleadingly. "Shut up, I don't hate you, quite the opposite sign. Please."
"THAT'S CODE FOR HE LOVES YOU AND WAS A MAJOR DICK WHEN YOU WENT SOLO CAUSE HE WAS WORRIED SO SIGN THE PAPERS" Toby's words were muffled from right outside the door but that didn't stop you from hearing and flushing red in a weird combination of confusion and awe.
"Shut it and scram Rodgers! These are private matters!" Masky hollers, sighing as he heard several scrambling footsteps before muttering lowly, "He wasn't wrong. I love you, I worry about you, so please. Please sign the paperwork."
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The time I took a chance to add to someone’s work, by making a Columbo lost episode include a British actor from a famous British horror movie. Along with writing dialogue to a scene where Columbo is talking to Dr. Rick Dagless. Probably would’ve felt a bit different as the lighting in the Darkplace series is much different.
In this hypothetical idea by Readful Things, its a lost episode that if I had a hand in writing, would’ve been a cultist-working-doctor that knew of Darkplace’s occult secrets in hopes of trying to summon something to ascend or whatever. Would’ve felt different too, since British Crime Dramas are different from American Crime Dramas.
More precisely, A Columbo episode is much different than a common crime drama.
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