Me about Liz and Ryan half of the time: They’re opposite sides of the same coin, they’re at an ideological impasse while also having the same essential deepest core beliefs, they’re in love, they’re mortal enemies, they’re married, they’re divorced, they’re doomed by the narrative, they’re each other’s saving grace, they would strangle each other in half a second given the chance, neither of them can bring themselves to pull the trigger on the other when the time inevitably comes
Me about Liz and Ryan the other half of the time: damn bitch you really let a blonde man treat you like that? 🤨
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more studying, more walks, more reading, more skill-based hobbies, more experimenting w pretty fits and hairstyles, more gym, more exploring new things in general, more whole foods/healthy recipes, more financial literacy, more time management, more time off the phone, more being out the loop. nothing else matters
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Thinking about Firefighter!Price.
Imagine him coming home after a long, exhausting day of working, keys jingling as he unlocks the door at some ungodly hour of the night, footsteps falling heavy against the floor as he walks inside, exhaustion and fatigue lingering along his form.
He's still dressed in his station wear - a fitted, navy blue t-shirt with Station 141's logo printed onto the front of it, small, right on the right side of his chest, and a pair of trousers in the same color to match, hanging loosely onto him.
He should take a shower, he knows he should. He smells of sweat and sulfur, the scents clinging to his clothes and skin like a second skin, and he know that the two of you'll have to wash the bedding come morning.
But god, the sight of you in bed, dressed in a loose pair of your own shorts and one of his spare shirts, face smushed against one of the pillows as your breathing comes slow, in and out, steady - it's far too enticing to pass up so easily.
So he unbuckles his belt in a daze, stripping off his shirt, undershirt and trouser, tossing the articles haphazardly onto the floor (he tries to toss them towards the hamper, but he knows he misses, given the way his belt buckle clanks loudly against the hardwood floor of the bedroom, but, honestly, he could care less).
And he gets right into bed beside you, fingers grazing lightly over the exposed skin of your thighs, traversing upwards, fingers splayed as his palm travels over the fabric of your shorts, sneaking their way under the loose shirt of his that you wear, hand pressing against your tummy as he pulls you close.
He presses his nose into your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed as he deeply inhales the scent of your body wash, softly shushing you as you start to rouse, the way your body gently begins to shuffle as you let out the softest, sleepiest yawn, listening as he grumbles softly against your skin.
"Didn't mean to wake you, love. Go back to sleep."
His voice is so hoarse, so strained and rough from the events of the day - yelling and barking out commands to the firefighters within the ladder and engine crews that he guides - but, at the same time, it's runs smooth like honey, settling just right in your sleepy, hazy mind.
He hugs you tighter, pressing your back flush against his chest as he curls his body around you in a subtly protective manner, littering tender kisses against your neck, trying to coax you back to sleep as he lets out a soft sigh, infatuated with the way your body molds perfectly into his.
"Mmm... s'fine, John. Wha... what time s'it?"
"None of your business, that's what time. Go back to sleep. I'll be here in the mornin'... promise you that. Okay?"
He doesn't let you ask your questions. If you try to think, he knows you'll wake up, and he already feels guilty about waking you up in the first place, so he doesn't even entertain your sleepy question, giving you a promise - two, technically. That he's here now and that it'll stay that way until the two of you wake up in the dawn.
"Stubborn..."
"Always. We c'n talk in the mornin'. Sleep."
"Mmm... glad you're back home safe. Love you."
"Love you, too."
But by the time he says the words, you've already fallen back asleep, and a deep, rumbling chuckle erupts from within his chest, amused, pressing one last kiss to the corner of your jaw before letting himself fall asleep behind you, his breaths, his heartbeat falling into sync with your own.
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Quick question. What are the batfamily individual interactions with J’onn? cheers!
I couldn't think of an interaction with every batfam member (and there's so many of them) so here's some!
J'onn enjoys Cassandra's quiet company. He's empathetic with people who communicate differently than what's considered the norm since he grew up with a non-telepath brother. Eventually Cass opens up and asks to learn sign with J'onn.
Damian can't stand J'onn initially. But J'onn is really patient with him, getting Damian to soften up. He ends up really liking J'onn as a comforting parental figure, but he's not going to admit that!
He can talk to animals so that makes him pretty cool, I guess!!
Jason's also cold to J'onn at first because he doesn't care for another guy with angsty family baggage. J'onn respects this! He gives him space, which Jason quietly appreciates. As time passes, Jason learns it's a little too easy to open up to J'onn :y
Alfred gets J'onn into tea! Whenever J'onn visits Wayne Manor he likes to take a moment to talk to Alfred because he finds the life Alfred lives fascinating.
J'onn is pretty familiar with Barbara because he asks for her help as Oracle sometimes! They get along well. I like to think J'onn knows what her fav coffee place is and always grabs her a cup when he visits.
I didn't draw this but I like to think both J'onn and Ma'alefa'ak bump into Kate Kane sometimes and they both think she's really cool.
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Just another night on the Multi Train...
And so they continued gaming all night long...
WIP & sketches:
Working on the speech bubbles was a nightmare aaaaa-
My first finished comic ever wooo!! This was inspired by a daily submas art prompt on Twitter, "quarrel". I barely ever see them arguing about anything because they canonically get along so well but I wanted to figure out something, and eventually this struck my mind. XD
From that moment I sat on my computer for four days straight, each page taking 10 hours of work!! I knew making comics is hard, but now I truly understand why. Sketching was fast, but then I realised I need to find room for the dialogue before rendering the panels, and that alone took a huge chunk of time, not fun, eugh. I fiddled with the lines way too long too, hunting stray pixels. I ended up giving the comic my all so I was absolutely drained when I finally posted this on the fourth night right before collapsing on my bed.
The next morning... whoa. I was so taken aback of all the positive feedback I was instantly energised and started planning the next comic haha!! The effort was totally worth it!!
I always thought I would not be able to draw full comics because of my attention disorder and lack of time and skills so I never even attempted it, I was so sure I just couldn't do it. But then submas happened, and I got over that mental block just like that! Now I really want to get good at this stuff!!
Expect many more comics in the future! Of course they take a ton of time to make ahah, but they will make it here eventually! Until then,
Game on, subway bosses!!
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