#now i can ask “survived drawing the platinum jacket” to my list

[alkalilu]

Happy birthday, strawberry!

... Is that the first time I actually celebrate a blorbo's birthday with a drawing? I don't remember doing so with Alcryst and Tee doesn't have an official one...

Colored pencils on paper. Yes, that whole thing was done on paper.

[comicsatlasrp-blog]

Welcome to Comics Atlas, Ingrid  !! Your application for Selina Kyle / Catwoman with the faceclaim of Elodie Yung has been accepted !! We love how passionate you are about Selina and the attention to detail you put forth in every aspect of your application !! Please send in your account within 48 hours. Don’t forget to:

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selina had never been one for writing - she dropped out of school so young and while it was partially out of necessity, she was never really the school type. she could read and write, obviously, but she never quite saw the point of it - she always though oral and visual communication were far more effective. maggie, however, loved writing. she thrived in school and selina truly believed that her younger sister would be the first kyle to ever attend college. her specialty was always writing; anything creative, really, maggie took to quickly.

she and maggie used to write letters when they were seperated - or maggie would write selina letters and selina would use them to track her down so she could see her sister’s face - on a rare occasion she would send one back, but she was always paranoid that her foster family would intercept them. they were a great source of comfort to selina, though she wouldn’t admit to anyone besides her younger sister. maggie could always draw a piece of selina out that no one else had the luxury of seeing. maggie is the only person alive that could cause her to write a silly little letter that she was never, ever going to send.

sitting on her floor, luna curled by her side and jasper stepping on her lap when he felt he wasn’t getting the attention that he clearly deserved, selina carded through the shoe box full of letters sent back and forth to the adolescent sisters. most of them were opened and selina had read through them more times than she could count, but others were still sealed. those were the select few that sighing, she hunched forward to write another letter that would never see the light of day.

mags,

you’ve been gone for almost twenty four hours and i’m going out of my goddamn mind. i’ve looked for you everywhere - even went to that stupid cathedrall that brian used to drag us to. remember? of course you do, you still go there sometimes. i’ll never understand that, maggie. that place was awful. the nuns were such bitches and brian would always get so high and mighty about being in a house of god. but you still go back. why? you told me once that you found it comforting. if that’s true, why weren’t you there tonight?

seriously, maggie. where are you? i’ve looked everywhere and i can’t think of where else you could be. maybe i don’t know you as well as i thought i did. you certainly don’t know me as well as you think you do. always seeing the best in me - you see the best in everyone. most people don’t deserve that kindness, mags - i sure as fuck don’t.

i went out tonight, in the storm. i was looking for you but when i couldn’t find you i got.. restless. i always get restless. there was this guy - blonde hair, blue eyes, fuckin aryan fuck with a smug smirk on his face. you would have loved him, you always fall for guys you think you can fix.

you gotta stop that, maggie. you gotta stop letting men hurt you. just because maria and brian were fuck ups doesn’t mean that we have to be. brian always hated me because i looked like her and acted like her when she was being bitchy. but you were the best parts of her. you were light and happy and you wanted to help everyone. but you also let people walk all over you to keep from hurting them. and fuck that. i’ve always told you - rule number one, look after number one. you’re better than she ever was, you don’t have to take this shit.

but anyway, he talked me up - they always think they’re so goddamn clever, don’t they? and he had this watch - platinum, old, had to have family money. he was easy, all men are easy - they think with whichever head is harder at the time, but of course you know that. he took me home, i fucked him stupid. he was a drake, i think. or some sort of old gotham money. still lived on his family’s estate. and there was this safe in the office. when he was giving me the ‘look how rich and important i am tour’ he bragged about how it was uncrackable. he was practically begging for me to try it, maggie. i mean, honestly. uncrackable, i eat that shit for breakfast. it wasn’t that complicated, just a silly combination lock and the clearly whoever set up the laser security never met a gymnast before. had over six mil in there. six million dollars, maggie.

i remember when were were kids, i was eight and you had just turned three and brian was making us act like we were homeless so we could get some food. someone threw us a ten dollar bill and we cried for hours because we were able to eat for the first time in days. and now i’m standing in a safe with six fucking million dollars in it. it still shakes me sometimes, when i’m stealing - the first time i lifted a hundred dollar bill i was only nine, i think. i couldn’t stop smiling, maggie. nearly had a panic attack thinking about how much money, how much food we could buy, with the piece of paper in my hands. we talked about stealing some more and running away from him, buying our own house when we were in our teens. you remember that? you have to, brian found out and nearly kicked my teeth in for trying to use it to buy you a new jacket.

i know you hate it, what i do. you think it’s immoral and wrong. but you don’t get it, mags. i would say that i couldn’t get a decent job because who would hire a high school drop out with a laundry list of felonies under her belt. but i would be lying to you and i try not to do that anymore. it used to be for survival, you know that. and it still is, because i don’t know who i would be without it. it’s a rush, mags. knowing that i can do something, that i have something that nobody else does. no one can do what i do like i can. i like being like smoke, people can’t catch me and they never know i’m there until i’m long gone. and yeah, i like the money and the luxury but it’s more than that.

i hate them, you know. we hated them when we were younger but i think you let it go. but the rich. they looked at us like we were nothing. they pretend that they give a damn about us but they never do. they liked to smile sadly and spare a few dollars for street trash like us but they always look down on us. we were nothing but scum under their shoes. they used us; to feel better about themselves, as a campaign promise, as stories of boogeymen to their kids - you’ve gotta work hard, little timmy. you don’t want to end up like them, do you?

and i can take from them, i can take whatever i want from them and they’ve never been able to stop me. i’m better than them because they were born into this life and i’ve clawed my way into it. and i won’t apologize for that. i won’t apologize for being good at what i do. i won’t apologize for wanting more than what brian and maria had. i won’t apologize for the thrill i get when i hold something that poor little selina kyle never thought she would hold. doing that would be letting them win, and it would be looking back.

you’re the only thing that i let myself look back to, maggie. you’re the only thing that was good about that part of my life and you’re one of the only good things about this part of my life. because as much as i get a thrill from thievery and wrecking havoc on gotham and i stopped caring about much else besides the money, i still love my baby sister with all of my heart. you’re the best part of me, mags. you bring out what little decency i have left. i still need you, maggie. and you’re not here.

you don’t get to die on me, maggie. i’ve spent too much of my life protecting you and you’ve spent too much of your life fighting to let some pervy fuck or falling rocks let this be the end of maggie kyle. i won’t fucking allow it.

but where are you, maggie?

as the final strokes of ink stained the page, selina’s eyes were leaking tears. she didn’t make a sound - her cries were always silent - but her all of her cats were starting to gather around her, purring in distress of their master. the woman bit her lip, wiping her eyes before smiling down at her cats. “ it’s alright, babies, ” she cooed, scratching iris’ ears before reaching for an empty envelope. carefully folding and sliding the letter in place, selina set the paper back in the nearly always concealed box. a small orange stray she had just taken in hopped onto her lap, causing her to bring the tiny animal to her chest. “ it’s all going to be okay. ”