HI BUD, FINALLY FINISHED MY PIECES I WANTED TO SHOW YOU here are my sketches for your lady reaper, please enjoy~
1. Plays of the Past. MK and Co with Júhua watch a play, and a shadow watches them...
2. A Deal. Wukong and a reaper start to converse. Tired, friendly banter ensues.
3. Júhua's past includes a certain hooded stranger, who may play a part in the future, a sinister one ... (pay attention to the color of the pen used for each panel, word, and flowers. They mean something. You can ask. I busted my ass looking up chrysanthemum flowers and drawing them. Please remember this attempt of a pretentious, flowery comic is my first one.)
Enjoy! I hope they're satisfactory. How do you feel about the upcoming s5 of LMK? If they really gave SWK a reaper acquaintance, a neutral party towards him at least, how would it make you feel? Eat your meals regularly and sleep early! Have a good month!
AYYYYY WAY TO GO BESTIE
lmao the Plays of the Past sketch is so funny 😂 and then Macky’s little mini panic seeing Júhua 👀 (ngl I thought of Dr. Doofenshmirtz when he was like “a reaper?…..BLACK REAPER’S DAUGHTER REAPER?!” and laughed a little too hard at that 😅) also, is that Tang giving a side-eye in that sketch too??? 😂😂😂
THE DEAL!! tbh loved writing that little scene between Wukong and Júhua 🥰 writing a dash of banter to establish what their dynamic is like, writing a hint of sunburst duo angst bc I am weak to them T^T, and spilling swk character study 💅
OMFG THE FLASHBACK IS 👌👌👌👌 SO GOOD DEARY IN LOVE
Júhua drawn in yellow to contrast her old mentor 🤧 yellow being her name and something her mother gave her AND IN THE NEXT PAGE IT IS MOSTLY WHITE AFTER SHE GIVES HIM HER MOTHER’S DEFINITION OF HER BECAUSE HE IS NOW REDEFINING IT 🫠
like bro, I haven’t even told you her whole backstory and yet you hit the nail so well wtf T^T (yes, I did see the mother cameos!!!! the first one shown with yellow and Júhua looking so innocent and with admiration. second one is white and walking away and Júhua’s face is blank and ahhhhhhhhhhhh 🫠)
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The flat is dark and quiet when Raum comes home—suspiciously dark and quiet.
The silence stretches as he makes his way to the living room, but the automatic lights in the hallway reveal some black and gold party balloons set up in the corner, a hint of an impending doom.
When Raum makes it to the kitchen and turns the ceiling light on, he finds Anton standing in full view, surrounded by birthday decorations. There are more balloons, more black and gold that match the theme. Anton is wearing a golden birthday hat and holding a bottle of champagne that he pops, making resigned eye contact that reads: My apologies, I was made to do this.
"Surprise!" Nezumi springs from behind the counter, also sporting a golden birthday hat. He's wearing the brightest smile and holding a pug puppy with a golden bow around its neck. "Happy birthday, Daddy!" he chirps and trots towards Raum, singing a quick:
"Happy birthday to youuu~
Happy birthday to youuu~
Happy birthday, Daddyyy~
Happy birthday to youuu~"
Nezumi lifts the puppy to Raum's face. The puppy wiggles and tries to lick Raum's nose. "I couldn't resist when I saw him. Look at his wee wittle face. He has your eyebrows! Look! Look!" He brings the pug closer, and as it gets more excited, it manages to reach its tongue to Raum's cheek. Then it pees itself.
"Awww, I think he likes you," Nezumi laughs and wraps the pup in its blanket—a fuzzy blue with yellow letters that spell the pup's name. "His name is Corvin, and he's the cutest baby; just look at that adorable scowl. Hihi. Reminds me of someone." He flashes Raum a pointed glance. "But no matter. If you don't want him, Anton will take him."
Judging by Anton's expression, he was informed of none of this. He pours two glasses of champagne and sets them on the kitchen counter, looking like he wishes he could be anywhere but here.
"So. How was your day? Let me. Let me." Nezumi sets the pug down and ushers Raum to the table. "I have a cake ready, and then we'll drink and sing karaoke! Anton promised to sign a duet with me!"
Again, Anton pauses opening the fridge, halfway pulling out a massive red velvet cake, and gives Nezumi a frightened we-didn't-agree-on-this stare.
Nezumi ignores him. His attention is solely on Raum. He will try to put a birthday hat on Raum's head next—this one reads Birthday Boy!
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There was a note of tension in Raum when he came home to silent darkness. This kind of unpredictability was Nezumi’s specialty. Whether it was for good or bad, well, there was an equal chance for both, he had learned. That was only a bridge that Raum could cross whenever he came upon it.
Still — he knew something wasn’t quite right the moment he came to the main room. The large windows projected the distant light of the city inside, and Raum could barely make out a silhouette in the darkness. He was quickly contemplating the best way to murder an intruder in his kitchen — until he moved toward the light switch, and he noticed the balloons in the corner.
He paused, puzzled for a moment, before something clicked. And then he shook his head and turned on the light.
Raum met Anton’s eyes silently, questioning, and the man’s face told him almost everything he needed to know. Raum frowned at him, before Nezumi excitedly popped up from behind the counter, beaming, and singing and… holding a dog?
Suddenly everything and nothing made sense. His expression slackened, lips parted with a sheer amount of bewilderment at everything taking place. He should have known by now that sometimes there wasn’t really a point in asking why, and yet he couldn’t help it in a situation such as this. Raum hasn’t given a shit about his own birthday in years, actively avoided acknowledging it even, so why—
“Why is there a dog in the kitchen?”
Nezumi brought the dog closer and Raum’s nose wrinkled at the smell of its breath. The closer Nezumi shoved it at him, the further he leaned back, until he took a full step — just in time to avoid being unceremoniously peed on. Wonderful.
There was a breakneck pace to those preparations that barely allowed him to react, and it grated on him enough to come to a full stop before Nezumi could even drag him to the table. He dug his heels into the floor as Nezumi tugged at him, stuck like a stone, refusing to move.
“Stop— stop that.” Raum wrapped his hands around Nezumi’s wrists to do just that, firm and tenuously calm, prying his hands away before the god-awful paper hat could touch his head. He gave Nezumi a a look of reproach, holding him at bay while he glanced around the wide space of the apartment. The clumsy, questionably well-intentioned disarray of it all made him feel repelled — like a cat that had its fur rubbed the wrong way.
There were two options to potentially salvage this night.
He could ignore all of this. Anton’s pained face. The too-sweet cake. The bug-eyed, wheezing puppy that pissed on his floor. Nezumi’s uncannily cheerful mood. He could retreat to his room and shut the door, or perhaps return the way he came and back to the car. He could choose simply to not engage. Or...
The ringleader in him could see this unbridled circus, and unfathomably, try and turn it around. Yes, everything may have been wrong, but this was his house, and it was his stupid birthday, and he could damn well make it right. But that was only worth the effort if he wanted to enjoy it. Perhaps he did. Perhaps he didn’t.
Another year had passed. Was there anything to celebrate in the first place?
In the end, it was hard to tell.
Anton was getting out little plates for the cake. In other circumstances Raum would almost laugh — whatever Nezumi had done to rope him into this plan, he seemed thoroughly whipped, to take those borderline humiliating commands. And yet, Raum found his suffering almost clownish, and deciding enough is enough, snapped his fingers to get the sullen man’s attention.
“Эй,” Raum practically barked, gesturing to the dog snuffling about the expensive carpet that he really didn’t want any pet hairs embedded within. “Вынести его наружу.”
Anton’s shoulders slackened with the relief of having a different order to fulfil. He scooped the little thing up in his arms and took him out to the terrace. Understanding the implicit instruction embedded in Raum’s clipped tone, he closed the door and remained outside with the dog.
Raum turned his attention back to Nezumi. He took a long look at Nezumi’s face, then sighed through his nose, finally letting go of his wrists. He grabbed one of the champagne flutes from the counter and quickly downed it. Ultimately, it had little effect on his mood.
“This is not how I like to do things.” His eyes narrowed, and in his voice was distaste, borderline contempt. “—Though, I’m sure you know that.” He gestured around at the balloons and the cake, then drank Nezumi’s glass as well. “All of this is more for you than for me though, isn’t it.”
He twirled the stem of the empty glass in one hand, and for a moment he still contemplated leaving. Truly there wasn’t much here at all that he liked this evening — in fact, it seemed as if everything was done to try and infuriate him, and that knowledge was entirely what left him oddly calm about the situation.
Raum looked at the little puddle on the floor. He set down the champagne flute. Made a decision.
“Clean that up,” he said flatly, pulling off his tie and tossing it on the table. He stepped around and carefully over the puddle, heading back towards the corridor. He grabbed his car keys off the shelf in the hallway, and didn’t look back. “I’m going out. Enjoy your birthday party.”
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out of context things heard in wayne manor:
bruce: i understand, but pretending you cooked jerry the turkey is not a proportionate response to damian calling you a peasant again
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jason: look there’s a right way and a wrong way to make food. there’s also the bruce way, which is the wrong way except faster and worse
duke: *frantically scribbling notes*
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tim: do you think our relationship was kinda like incest now?
steph, horrified: never open your mouth in my presence again timothy
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dick: so then he’s like—guys. guys are you seriously signing about me in front of my face. i learned it too—hey i do NOT have a butt chin take that back—
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damian: i don’t understand, why does he wear such a ridiculous hat? is it like that margaret poppins woman grayson showed me?
tim, who watched the live action cat in the hat too much as a kid and is about to violently infodump: well you see-
dick: oh god it’s too late
jason: yeah the brats on his own for this one i’m not fucking dealing with that again
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bruce: are you lying?
tim: always. anyway, like i was saying—
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steph: hey what’s up with you and all the redheads
dick: …i’m not discussing this with you
steph, starting to chase him: gingervitus is a serious affliction! you cant run from this
dick, sprinting away: yes the fuck i can
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duke: so is anyone gonna talk about the elephant in the room…
dick:
dick: look i was feeling sentimental and zitka jr. really isn’t any trouble
damian: she is magnificent
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tim: so i dropped out and
duke: wait we can drop out of high school??!!?
bruce: NO.
duke: please bruce ap biology is beating my ass right now
jason: nah tim just got to drop cause bruce was dead and he’s a loser. the real problem is what you’re reading in ap lit right now, because i have thoughts on that curriculum—
duke: i’m not even gonna use half that material in the real world
tim: actually most of our villains have PhDs so their plans are based on pretty real science
duke: not helping timothy
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cass, signing: why are brothers on the ceiling?
jason: tims in timeout from working on his caseload
cass, still confused: yes but why taped to the ceiling
duke: listen if you know a better way of restraining his psycho ass then i’m all ears
cass: and damian?
jason: oh he saw this as free range target practice so he had to go up there too
cass: they are plotting revenge up there
duke: think of it as brotherly bonding
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damian: it’s not my fault he got in the way
bruce: you threw an eclair at lex luthor
damian: i was aiming for drake
tim: bruce we can’t take him anywhere
dick, holding back laughter: timmy you paid four separate people to come to the gala solely to ask lex if they could use his head to see if they had something in their teeth
tim: you have no proof that was me
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duke: look steph, it’s not that we don’t want to help with this
jason: i don’t want to help
duke: it’s more that i don’t think we can physically fit that many people in a shopping cart, and your whole plan kind of hinges on that
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alfred: i’m not mad, just disappointed in you.
every batkid, near tears: sorry alfred
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jason: HE HAD DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY AS THE FUCKING WHAT—
bruce: listen—
tim, mouth full and brain empty: the ambassador to iran. crazy right?
dick: tim please
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"DO BETTER!" Says Now Televised Fanboy
He, Dash Baxter is a Phan-Stan!! It's kinda his thing. See, he's a fancy ass talk show host now. Married Paulie, moved out of Amity, actually DID something with his life. His parents? Did not approve. Long n short of it? He got kicked out.
Paulie's parents were PISSED.
Retaliated by giving him all the help he needed getting EVERY scholarship he qualified for. He went to a really nice college. Missed his girlfriend like mad. But she was off in Metropolis, terrifying weaker men. Conquering the fashion scene.
And SOMEHOW? Thanks to that long talk he had with Phantom (*incoherent fanboy gibbering noises* SO COOL!) he's worked to be... more of a LEADER, you know? Less of an asshole. Cause he's popular. People copy him. He can't be an asshole.
So, somehow, when he's punching out some try-hard that thinks he's hot shit for bullying a Nerd? He and the nerd get talking, right? Cause the guy got his glasses completely fucked up. And it's what Phantom would do.
But GET THIS? Guy's never HEARD of Phantom! Is super curious, cause he runs a small time Hero's show on the web. And, Dude? Is it your LUCKY DAY! Cause you just met THE number 1 fan of Phantom, hands down!! He makes his VERY spirited case, about why Phantom is THE best Hero to ever have lived. And this guy?
Entranced.
In AWE.
Just straight up BEGS him to join his show. Cause apparently? He was BORN for it. Which? Yeah. He HAS been giving speechs to the team for YEARS now. And Talking at fan meet ups. Leading fan meet ups. Hosting parties... actually, now that he thinks about it? He DOES do a lot of public speaking? Huh.
But still, he's about to say "no", when?
Dude mentions? He'll get to talk about Phantom.
SOLD!
It. Blows. Up. Absolutely EVERYONE is in love with his pretty face, hot bod, and STRONG opinions. But they ALSO have no idea who Phantom is! Paulie! This is CRIMINAL! Horrifying! What is going ON!?
Some bullshit information black out, apparently. At least according to her... friendly Nemesis? The Goth Dweeb. Who's engaged, apparently? So good for her. Unsurprisingly, it's too the OTHER Dweebs, but still. Bout time she started planning to drag them to a court house. She's the only one with any spine in that group! If she waited for THEM to propose?
Not even as Ghosts, man.
They'd get distracted by shiny nerd shit and whimp out.
Still... a world where NO ONE knows how Awesome, Phantom is? Not on HIS watch!
So he works it in. To every segment. It becomes "his thing". Oh? Super man saved a kitten from a tree? Cute. Well PHANTOM saved a bus full of Ghost Puppies from a shady, rouge, Goverment agency. Do BETTER, Superman!
The Flash, who is a cheap knock-off and stole his name, took down an Ice Villian? Adorable! PHANTOM stopped a Rouge WINTER SPIRIT with the help of YETI WARRIORS then assisted in giving FREE medical care for anyone who needed it! Here's a picture of him making GHOST ICE SNOWMEN for small children! Do BETTER, Knock-off!
What's THAT you say? Wonder Woman fought a GOD in down town paris?
Excellent work Wonder Woman. Flawless as always. But YOU, god-boy, are a disappointment! All that power! And WHAT do you use it for? Are you even supposed to BE here?? PHANTOM uses his power to HELP people! Is awesome and knows TONS of better gods! You're just salty you didn't make the cut!
DO BETTER!
And obviously? No one believes him. There's no record of this "Phantom" guy. The pictures look fantastical and vaguely glitchy/glowy. Not quite right. They GOTTA be photo shopped. Manipulated somehow. But? As a shtick? A fake "perfect Superhero" is kinda funny and unique.
And it's one hell of Fake Hero!
A Dead Champion? Who fights gods and monsters? Rouge agencies? Sassy and tragic? With a mysterious past? Pretty cool! There's even an Offical Comic from some guy that went to the same high-school as Baxter!
Of course, as Baxter get more and more popular? The "meme" hero, Phantom, get more well known? People get more interested in where Dash grew up. You know, just a bored Google. Maybe see if the hero was based off a local legend or something. But... huh...
The Town website?
Weirdly? Sanitized.
Like... like aggressively sanitized. All smooth edges and no details. Very "move along, citizen". Ha ha... it's part of the joke right? They get it! They'll just look up local restaurants or som-....
Wait...
Hey, guuuuys?
Are you finding ANYTHING?
And! Nothing. And I do mean NOTHING! Triggers the "oh? Secrets???" Instincts of a Hacker, like finding a hard blank wall of "KEEP OUT". Especially when it's somewhere it rightfully shouldn't BE.
All it would take? Is ONE person, of decent skills and an account on Certain Forums, getting bored enough to Google the Dude On The TV(TM)? For the GIW's lil walls to come crashing down. Because yeah, you can stop ONE hacker. Even two. Probably five or six.
But how about thousands?
Hundreds of thousands?
From every time zone. Competing. Just to see what you HAVE and don't want them to see. Maybe they do something with it, maybe they don't. But fuck it, you're being RUDE and now they're CURIOUS. And THEN? Oh. Oh holy shit.
Not a meme.
Very real.
Not a joke.
The walls come crumbling down, down, down. Ripped apart by hundreds of hands. Emails sent to every sort of agency. The JLU line inundated with emergency tips. Not a joke. Not A Joke. Holy Shit, IT WASN'T A JOKE!
Phantom is REAL!
And there, on TV, stands the Man. The signal FINALLY breaching containment. Fighting off the invading God of the week. Built like statue, hair like an aurora borealis of white fire held almost delicately in place by a CROWN of ice, a suit made of void and starlight. Inhuman. Beyond human.
Here to help.
A laugh that crackles like ice and the snap of winter, rolls through the air like coming storms, rich and somehow warm. A smile that bares teeth, yet turns so KIND when he looks upon humanity, as though we are precious and worth fighting for. A living star.
A... a once living star.
And in the center of it all? Wearing his BESPOKE, custome made, Number 1 Phan full body outfit? That's right. Dash Baxter. Ha! You fuckers doubted him! Behold his blorbo and WEEP, ya fuckin casuals! The BESTEST of boys! The FINEST of Heros! Superman? Could NEVER.
And now? The weather!
@babbling-babull @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @ailithnight @hypewinter @hdgnj @mutable-manifestation
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