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What A Steal | Guardian | Playmate?
It’s Gotham, right. It’s hard, it’s unforgiving, it’s constantly warring for its soul between the Bat, the Rogues and political/capitalist monsters. They’ve survived big bads with bombs and bio-chemical weapons, constant terrorism, alien invasions, unfeeling corrupt officials, THE earthquake—Gothamites are wild. And they come together more often than not, protecting their own while the world outside turn fearful and judgemental eyes on their dark spires and unending rain. They put their trust in a prolific monster that puts himself between them and everything else because no one else will ever love them as much as he and his team does.
I think a lot about art that comes out of Gotham. The kind of affluent pretentious crap that gets bought by Mayor Hill or tycoons from Metropolis. The small popular studios that have small but powerful exhibitions of little known artists that reflect light and life in the corners of their city.
And I think about the graffiti. The illegal tagging, defacement of the Bowery stretching from corner to corner, the paint-covered walls of Crime Alley where the brick can barely be seen anymore. I think about the kind of artist Gotham would grow in that medium.
Not Banksy. Banksy adjacent, maybe.
Someone who’s survived the worst of Gotham and loves the concrete under their feet. Someone so removed from all the Waynes and the Vreelands and the Hills of the City; someone who grew up in the shadows of gargoyled buildings and in the arms of people who work to keep the city alive. Silent, anonymous, as enigmatic as Gotham’s protector. Plastering their opinions all over Gotham’s First National and beneath bridges between the islands. And I think there’s more than one. A small handful, never planning, never speaking, but passing quietly in the night with cans of spray paint and ladders.
The GCPD get calls about them from time to time, and their latest illegal work marring buildings in uptown. But it’s Gotham. Gordon and the Bat have bigger things to worry about with little time to spare. When it comes between an armed robbery or a tagger, one of these things is not like the other.
But I do think the Bat looks. Every so often, he’ll turn in an alley or a subway, and there it’ll be. And he’ll stand, for a breath of contemplation, and then he’ll disappear back into the night.
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ru-draws · 6 months
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A Horror Story
Guess what game I’m playing; 13 years, baby, let’s gooooo
Happy Halloween
from the Dark Place 🎃
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ru-draws · 9 months
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Choice
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Sheila gets two variations because I said so and she deserves it. I may have watched the movie a few more times now. And I may be rewatching the series. Leave me alone.
Not gonna lie, I’m fond of the GoCI variant coloring because reasons
Part 1 (x)
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ru-draws · 9 months
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Complications
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So, I saw the movie finally. I still have questions.
None the less, it was radiant.
I don’t know what these are, I just had to make ‘em— and I’m making more, I don’t know, I’ve been watching this nonsense for almost 20 years, damn it, I just dig in.
Part 2 (x)
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ru-draws · 1 year
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Weapon
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Happy Star Wars Day and May the Fourth Be With You 💫
Another of Maul, surprising no one. The sheer amount of pieces I have of this man is frankly ridiculous. Does that mean I’m going to stop making them? Absolutely not.
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ru-draws · 1 year
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No Place (Like Home)
Welcome Home! Does anyone else remember this show?
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Listen, I don’t compose anything, but when I do I have no self control, and that color palette got me like 🌈
@partycoffin thank you for this labor of liminal nostalgic terror love, and all the parts of my brain it scratches most satisfyingly
cross-posted from my TikTok @piecesleftover
Lyrics:
There’s No Place Like Home,
There’s No Place Like Home, (Hi, Neighbor! Welcome home!)
There’s No Place Like Home, (Hello, Neighbor! Welcome home!) x5
There’s No Place Like Home…
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ru-draws · 1 year
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Meanwhile…
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Wishing You The Best (In The Worst Way)
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Longest comic to date! I had endeavored to finish this by Valentine’s, but that did not even happen. Still, labors of love.
Song: My Kink Is Karma - Chappell Roan
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ru-draws · 1 year
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Slowly Learning (That Life Is Okay)
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A Little Night Music AU
I’m still writing it, never fear, it’s just slow going. I have this habit of writing completely out of order—especially since this story is based in music, and my song fixations are fickle AF.
(Excerpt from a far-away chapter) We’re Talking Away:
Moon stared at your phone—but to your dismay, he didn’t move to take it. For a moment, you were afraid Sun had been wrong—that not even this kind of olive branch would work.
When he finally moved, you nearly jerked back. He paused. Watching you. Reading you. Moon touched down onto the carpet. Then, he touched the phone at last. And he scrolled. For the longest thirty seconds of your life.
When his hand slid from the device, you frowned at his selection. It was the track you’d been looping since your talk with Sun. He’d been listening.
“…You sure? You’re not bored of this one yet?”
His eyelights shuttered briefly. Then nothing. If you didn’t know any better, you could have mistaken him for an elaborate art installation; standing like a mannequin in the neon light. His stillness in these moments still unnerved you just enough. Which was likely their intention, regardless of the fragile bridges you were rebuilding.
He lifted a hand—the lack of bells nearly startling you; an unpleasant reminder of how you got to this point. But you didn’t flinch. You promised. You waited.
Moon’s faceplate rotated, slowly, the gears clicking mutely. And slowly, gently, his fingers touched the edge of your phone again.
Tap. Tap.
You huffed.
“You’re the boss.”
You hit play.
As the first wave of synth drums pulsed in your fingers, Moon lifted off the ground once more. He regarded you, ever silent—his eyelights glowing across your face. You searched for words. Something, anything, to keep this moment from ending—to delay Moon from taking off into the dark again.
And then he’s soaring. Twisted up in that cable like aerial silk, swinging, tinny laughter floating over the familiar synthesized music. Something in your chest unclenched. You couldn’t help a smile as he passed just a bit too close, brushing your shoulder, the point of his hat nearly hitting your chin. He twirled, hooking the wire around his foot, and swung by again. Like he’s remembering how to fly.
Show off.
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ru-draws · 1 year
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I Wanna Hold Your Hand
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Oh, yeah, I’ll tell you something
And when I touch you I feel happy inside -
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ru-draws · 1 year
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Rise
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“It's easy for the dead to tell you to fight—and maybe it's true, maybe fighting is useless. Perhaps it's too late. But I'll tell you this…if I could do it again, I'd wake up early—and be fighting these—bastards…from the start.”
“…Wasn’t she great?”
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ru-draws · 1 year
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Elsewhere
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I like to think they saw snow somewhere, and just for a moment, rage gave way to wonder.
Happy Life Day 🌟
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ru-draws · 1 year
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The concept of Sith Kenobi won’t leave me alone. And while I love the swap of factions for him and Maul, bruv, Sith Obi-Wan AND canon Maul is burrowing itself into my drawing spaces, and I just—
Dooku managing to turn Obi-Wan on Geonosis?
The consequences of losing the Great Negotiator at the start of the War?
The consequences of an abandoned Anakin?
Renegade Ventress? Meeting this fellow fallen Jedi in Obi-Wan?
Savage and Feral very much alive, with their brother living in darkness on Lotho Minor?
Mother Talzin making plans?
Oh no. I have ideas. Oh no.
Oh no.
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ru-draws · 1 year
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Oh man, this has been months in the making. It’s finally done. This song only ever reminds me of the Opress brothers, and I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. (Tw: blood) Comic below~
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Roots
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Now I sleep and prep the next one because I can’t help myself, apparently. Click for full resolution!
Song: Roots by In This Moment
Lyric video
Original Music Video
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ru-draws · 1 year
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I Can See Him
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Twin Suns continues to be magnificent as it is soul breaking, don’t touch me
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ru-draws · 1 year
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Attempt
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“Your compassion is as nauseating as it is foolish.”
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ru-draws · 1 year
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Peace Is A Lie
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The Force Shall Free Me
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It’s sad lizard hours, bruvs.
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ru-draws · 1 year
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Loss
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My love for them knows no bounds.
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