#my life has been hectic

[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*)

(2024 summary here)

[raineandsky]

#120

When the villains caught wind of a new hero on the team, they’d all taken interest. When someone came back claiming he’s blind, it’d sparked a whole new debate.

Straightforward, they’d all said. He won’t even see us coming. They’d laughed at how easy it’d seemed.

The villain feels like they’ve stumbled on a pile of gold when they come across the hero. He’s running his hand along something on the fence in front of him, something that the villain will later realise is a braille description of the view ahead of him. A white cape drifts around his ankles, an equally white suit flattering against his typical heroic body, the lightest of smiles on his face as his fingers trace the patterns of dots along the railing.

The villain can’t help but grin as they slowly make their way towards the poor hero, so oblivious, so stupid. They’re barely a hair breadth away, their dagger practically unsheathing itself, when the hero spins towards them with a swish of his cape and a flick of a blade.

The villain barely reels back in time. Staying quiet doesn’t occur to them when they’re startled. The hero looks like he’s staring right through them, an arrogant smirk on his face.

“Ah,” he says brightly, “you’re one of those criminals I’m meant to be looking out for?”

The villain sidesteps, careful to keep their footing quiet, but it doesn’t matter. The hero’s head cocks towards them as they try to step out of his blade’s path.

“You’re almost silent,” the hero continues. A smirk adorns his face, intrigued. “Incredible.”

The villain is close enough to strike, the hero looking slightly too far beyond them to be right in his assumptions. The villain shifts in fast, their dagger poised. The hero dodges back and retaliates with a swing of his own.

The villain stumbles out of reach and the hero follows. The villain’s unprepared; they were expecting a hero who’s unsure who they’re looking for, where the villain is. They were expecting an easy plaything that they could stab when they got bored.

But this—the hero is nothing but brazen confidence.

The villain shoves their dagger up to meet his blade, throwing his arm out. They move in for another strike but the hero’s already recovered. His blade easily tucks under their arm and slices into their side.

Something of a strangled gasp escapes the villain before they can stop it. They stagger back, a hand touched timidly to the wound, their eyes flitting back up to the hero. He simply waits, his blade crimson and his eyes blank. How? How?

“Would you do me the honour of telling me who I’ve met?” he asks, as if this is nothing more than a casual meeting between friends of friends. The villain wants to snap him in half for the audacity.

“That’s none of your fuckin’ business.”

“Aha,” the hero says, almost a laugh, “You’re [Villain].”

The villain can only stare at him in horror. The hero seems to feel the tension in the silence, because he continues. “You’ve a bad mouth, favour in the blade, light on your feet.” A teasing smile. “And you’ve a smooth, caramel voice I haven’t heard in many like you.”

“Wh— Excuse me— You—” 

The hero just smirks, the stupid smirk of someone who knows he’s untouchable in every sense of the word. “Flustered by compliments, too,” the hero finishes with a laugh. “Good to remember for next time.”

“I’m not flustered!” the villain finally manages, “and my voice isn’t caramel. That isn’t a thing. You sound stupid.”

“I’m happy to be stupid if it means I can recognise you as the villain who speaks in caramel.”

The villain’s side is beginning to really ache. They need to be somewhere that’s not here when it inevitably gets worse. “Do what you want. I’m going home.”

“May I escort you to a prison cell?”

The villain barks a laugh, their side practically splitting with the forced fakeness of it. “As if you know where the agency is from here.”

“I always know where I am, [Villain].” A smile again, softer this time. Knowing. “You underestimate me for a characteristic I think makes me as interesting to you as you are to me.”

The burn in the villain’s skin is an ode to that. “Sure.” The villain turns on their heel before a thought occurs to them. “I’m going to walk away, loudly. Do me a favour and don’t fucking shank me when I do.”

The hero’s face twists back into a smirk. “As long as I hear you moving away. Until next time, [Villain].”

A blind hero! everyone had cried. It’s almost too easy!

The villain scurries away with a gash to the side and a slam to their ego, and they know now to know better than that.

[wolpchen]

have this little thing!!!! bunny tord :)

[shrimpfriedeggs]

[oc] there's something behind you!

[majimasleftasscheek]

goromiweek day 7: free day 🎀

[ask-moon-and-pebbs]

hello, moon! where’s Ruffles?

PS: I'm glad the alt text is helpful!

[samaraxmorgan]

My first time drawing Higuruma for the results of this poll!! It was a tie between him and Choso, I’ll start on the Choso version soon :)

More than welcome to repost with credit!!

[t-errifier]

also a little update ( don't read if you're squeamish )

my irritation on my piercing has turned into a full blown infection. it's causing me so much pain, which is part of the reason i haven't been so active lately. a ton of unhealthy colored pus came out of it the other day & i finally caved and called my doctor. i am on antibiotics now for it. but i got an emergency visit for tomorrow so that she can access the infection in person - to make sure that it isn't something more serious than what oral antibiotics can cure. big shout out to my cat for giving me her cooties on this one... but basically it hurts to sit, it hurts to move. the area is super warm to the touch & i haven't been feeling too lovely because of it. hoping that the antibiotics that she gave me will help out a bunch !! but, we go in tomorrow morning to get it fully accessed by a medical professional.

edit: this is a hip piercing not a ear piercing so it's like a big deal too ahkwlja, because whenever i move it fucking hURTS

[alexusprime]

guys no one talked to me i just finished watched dragon’s rising season 2 and what the hell

[hedwig221b]

hi !! Are you working on a new fic ? (just curious because i love your writing <3) if yes, what's it gonna be about ?

Hi, love! I have two wips currently.

One is a fusion of these posts: one and two, so it's gonna be a bone witch Stiles with alpha wolf Derek who guards him and doesn't let anyone near but Stiles is fine with it. So much pining and UST!

Second one is abo... I'm so predictable lmao

But this is gonna be completely self-indulgent, because I've been craving abo 😳 so basically it's a combo of these posts: one and two, and also there's a snippet.

I hope you get the flavor, it's gonna be good and full of longing 💔

[dailyicarus]

DAY 160

as much as i've enjoyed drawing my little guy every day for the past half year, life has started getting in the way and busying my schedules !!

so from here on out, dailyicarus will now be running on a weekly basis !

thank u all for the love and support this account has gotten <3 i hope this change will not lessen your enjoyment of it !!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy day one of Chatember, starting it off with strong with the Thunderclan (Jin) leader, Jin Guangshan (Lionstar)

(Name and AU credits to @clintbeefwoods!)

[kittleskittle]

a moment of respite.

[kurtsascot]

i joined tumblr a little over a year ago and ive had ??? so much fun ???!!!! like being part of this fandom and making friends has been so lovely and im so grateful and im in such a better spot mentally than i was like a year ago im so :,)))

[septimusmoonlight]

any update on the ao3 front?

no updates yet unfortunately ✌️😔 august has not been. a relaxing month for me. but i'm hoping to make some progress this weekend since labor day is monday, so i'll at least have the time off my Normal Big Guy Job...........guh

[sheena-is-a-punk-rocker]

Rick knows his trauma brain is stupid, but at least he has Harley to keep him grounded

*shuffles in awkwardly after a whole ass year* heeeeey y'all, what's up? Finally finished this after promising it for like 6 months... Rick is scared of thunderstorms and Harley helps him through it.

The first thing Harley registers as she slowly wakes up is that it’s raining—heavily—and that the bedroom is about twenty degrees cooler. In fact, she’s actually cold for the first time all summer. It’s been an especially hot and humid summer in Gotham and she and Rick have been slowly dying.

She gets up to shut the window and feels a shiver run down her spine as she sees a flash of lightning outside. She holds her breath and counts the seconds until she hears the faint rumble of thunder. Oh she loves weather like this! It’s one of the only things she likes about summer, quite frankly. That and being able to stare at Rick’s tattoos and bare chest unabashedly since he insists on being hot and miserable shirtless.

She throws the curtains back all the way and has to fight the maniacal giggle she wants to let out at the next flash of lightning. She’s tempted to wake Rick up so he can watch the storm with her but one look at his peacefully sleeping face is enough to dispel that thought. He’s a human space heater so he’s been dealing with the heat way worse than she has. Just this morning she’d caught him standing in front of the open freezer door in just his boxers in an attempt to get some relief from the heat. They have AC but it barely works and despite threats of bodily harm their landlord hasn’t done anything to fix it.

She’s not sure how long she stands there, mesmerized by the light show outside, but she does register that the storm is moving closer. She hears movement coming from the bed when a louder clap of thunder hits, and turns to look. Rick’s tossing and turning, and she frowns—prepared to wake him up if she needs to.

The next clap of thunder—loud enough to shake the whole apartment—has him bolting upright in bed, clawing at the bedsheets in an attempt to free himself.

She springs into action immediately—tackling him back onto the bed. She clamps her legs around his and crosses his arms over his chest so he can’t move and counts to ten in her head. He stops struggling by the time she gets to eight.

She lets go of his hands and loops an arm around his chest. “You okay?”

He lets out a shaky breath and nods.

“Nightmare?”

Another nod.

“Wanna talk about it?”

This question gets a vigorous head shake in response.

Harley rolls over onto her back and coaxes Rick to move with her—so his head is on her chest. He clings to her and buries his face in her stomach. She reaches out to grab her tablet off the nightstand while her other hand moves to Rick’s hair—slowly carding her fingers through the sweaty strands as he relaxes into the contact.

She feels him stir sometime around four in the morning—just when her trashy romance novel is getting good. He mumbles something she can’t hear.

“Hmm? What was that, baby?”

He turns his head so she can hear him better. “I love you. So much.”

“Aww, I love ya too, baby!”

“I’m serious, Harls. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She snorts. “Baby, I’m pretty sure neither one of us would be functioning human beings without each other.”

He chuckles. “You might be right.” Several seconds of silence pass before he adds, “I know I’m broken, and you could leave any time you want, but you stay with me anyway.”

She nudges him. “Sit up for me, baby?”

It takes a monumental effort but he sits up with a sigh. She grabs his cheeks and presses her forehead to his. “Listen to me, Rick Flag, you are not broken—”

He starts to protest but she shushes him. “Sometimes your brain is an asshole, but baby, you’ve been through more trauma than anyone should ever have to deal with.”

��Most grown ass adults probably aren’t scared of thunderstorms though,” he grumbles.

She rolls her eyes. “Lotsa people are scared of storms, hun. You ain’t special. And it’s not even that you’re actually scared of storms—it’s an involuntary trauma response to sudden loud noises which makes complete sense because you were in the military.”

She can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he searches for an answer but before he can another clap of thunder shakes the windows and she can feel him tense up under her hands.

She coaxes him to lay down flat on his back and settles herself right on top of him so her full weight is resting on him—a surefire technique they both use to ground each other in moments like this.

He crushes her to his chest and buries his face in her hair. “What do ya need from me right now, baby?” she whispers in his ear.

“A kiss?” he whispers back, after a minute.

Her breathing hitches—that’s normally her line. She pulls back to look down at him. “You sure about that?”

His hand comes up to cup her cheek before he’s stealing another one of her lines. “Yes, now shut up and kiss me, Harls.”

And then she’s crashing her lips into his.

And after that they’re too busy being wrapped up in each other to pay attention to what’s going on outside.