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my somewhat hot take on ric grayson
firstly, spoilers for the whole ric grayson arc. if you haven't read it and have somehow avoided learning about it through tumblr, here is your warning
also a disclaimer, i am only just getting into comics by reading nightwing. i have read nightwing (2011) aka new 52, grayson, and all the rebirth (2016) stuff. i am yet to read infinite frontier (it's on its way) so i can't talk about any of that
spoilers and shit opinions ahead
so, i read all of ric grayson aka nightwing (2016) #50-73/77 depending on how you want to fully define his arc and the supporting issues of batman #54-55, and the joker war where he gets his memories back
and tbh, it wasn't as bad as i thought it was going to be
don't get me wrong, its an awful nightwing story. i did hate a lot of it. it was only when jurgens took over and actually made the plot a plot did it get better, but i was expecting it to be the worst thing in the world and i actually found myself enjoying it in the same way i enjoy watching twilight, which is to say its cringy but there's just something that keeps me hooked.
so lets look at the positives and negatives
positives:
bea: i actually really like bea. i think she was actually a decent match for dick as she did good in her own, non-vigilante way, and was reliable. she wasn't trying to backstab him or trying to mind control him, and she actively fought for him to get his memories back in the end and was willing to get to know dick even thought she fell in love with ric. she also wasn't annoyed that he was/is a vigilante and didn't tell him to stop for her sake. i'm not mad dick broke up with her bc i expected as much, but she was one of the better partners.
parts of ric: under it all, ric was still dick. i was expecting an absolute piece of shit but ric was actually a good guy after jurgens took over. maybe it was the expectations i had from what others have said but fully, i think he isn't given enough credit. he wanted to leave the life he didn't remember behind but ended up going back to it and being one of the 'nightwings'. he didn't do it for an anterior motive, he didn't do it because he owed someone, he did it because it felt right. especially after the way he reacted in nightwing annual #2 when bruce old him he was nightwing, it was nice to see him going out there.
the court of owls: i loved the court of owls tie in. its a great plot that has been central to dicks new 52 story, and one that carried all the way through to the end. especially with it being cobb in the end, the way it started, it felt nice and cyclical. the history of the court of owls in terms of its creation for new 52 is interesting and the way dick was tied up in it all is one of the things that i have really enjoyed throughout the 3 titles. seeing it through 2011, grayson, and then multiple times in 2016 makes me little nerd heart sing. again, it may just be my bias to the court as a villain, but seeing dick as a talon, even for a short period of time, was pretty cool.
joker war: obviously this whole storyline could work independently with dick or ric but i do like how it was tied into his story so well. the magic crystal thing is weird but, given dick's history with the joker as robin and as jason's brother, i loved that it was the joker that brought his memories back in the end i know it was the court and the bea that did most of the work but still i also loved seeing the aftermath, seeing him struggle to go back to nightwing despite him being dick again, the fact that he was happy as ric and had to leave that behind. dick had another hero moment and i do like that
ok, with that all done, here are the negatives:
the arc length: i know this is very common but the arc went on for way too long. i know it was because the original 8 issue plan was thrown out, and jurgens then had to do damage control, but it was still too long. im lucky that could read it all start to finish in one sitting, but this was an arc that lasted 2 years! like WHAT! this really should have been 1 arc, i get it being 2 after the whole mess with who wrote it but still, cut out like most of the middle stuff, have the first arc and the final court arc and then boom, it would be so much better.
the other parts of ric: ok, so i don't like most of his character. mainly him not accepting help from his family. again i know this is a common complain, most of the negatives are, but he had so many people around him that wanted to help and he dismissed them all. they all tried to help him have a life afterwards and he basically told them to fuck off. even after he started going and vigilante-ing again, he never reached out to talk to them. i do sort of get it when he first left the hospital to go to the manor and bruce had the stupid idea to show him his death, but i still think it was a major flaw.
dan didio, scott lobdell, and eric esquivel: if you don't know these names, count yourself lucky. i did my research and found a great reddit post all about the logistical history of ric grayson that is worth reading if you're interested but the crux of these three is a whole list of verbal abuse, toxic workplace practices, and sexual harassment/assault. didio is co-publisher and has a reputation of hating nightwing, like he tried to have him killed off during infinite crisis all the way back in 2005. lobdell is the person who ached for the amnesia arc to be extended despite him only writing 8 issues in the end. esquivel was only brought on for co-writer for one issue but that issue was released only a few days after sexual abuse allegations about him came out. a lot of these men being in charge of nightwing and not being fired until 2020 comes down to their standings in DC and the connections they had at the top. all disgusting, but it meant that the first chunk of ric graysons run is marred with their names and actions. i wouldn't;t include this as a factor except it is a factor. ric grayson may have been 'created' by benjamin percy but he only wrote the first issue, the next 8 were lobdell, before jurgens wrote the rest. and if the big men upstairs wanted ric grayson, they would get ric grayson.
honestly, when i got to #49, i was tempted to not read any further. I would just skip straight to infinite frontier and pretend that ric didn't exist. but i wanted to do my due diligence to the character, so i powered through and found that there was some light in the dark. there is a lot wrong with the arc, and even with the positives i would still say i didn't like the arc, but i can see some of the positives.
also again, this reddit post is super interesting for anyone who doesn't know the history behind ric as how he was received at the time. im glad i read it but i won't be revisiting it
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bioticgoddess · 6 years ago
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Songbirds and Baby Bats (IV)
Series Summary: Jason Todd returns from the dead and, after the events of Under the Red Hood,he goes from Gotham to Bludhaven in search of himself…and an old friend. But getting your life back is never easy and Black Mask has enlisted the aid of Gotham’s other Crime Families as well as a few ghosts of Batman’s past. He’s coming for the Red Hood and everyone of his allies. 
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Notes: This gif was so much more appropriate. You’ll understand shortly. Enjoy ladies and gents!  Posting early because this weekend is a mess...Enjoy!
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PART IV
Jason arrived at the cafe first. He’d been volun-told to get up, after a much longer than anticipated patrol, to meet Dick. They were going to review the transcripts of relevant conversations pulled from their listening devices placed in the cars of Black Mask, Falcone, and Maroni nearly two weeks prior. It had taken them days to pull the relevant conversations and turn it into easily annotated paperwork. He would have absolutely preferred to be spread out on Amy’s living room floor, papers like fallen snow, going through every line with highlighters and coffee and trying to gain back the ground lost in his five-year absence.
The barista, a shorter girl with heavily braided ginger hair and a smattering of freckles across her cheekbones smiled at him. It was that plastered-on yet surprisingly genuine smile that most service industry professionals mastered. A secret weapon designed to convince everyone that yes, they did want dessert to go with that huge meal they’d just eaten. Or in Jason’s case, a scone to go with his large iced coffee. “Would you like anything else Jason,” she asked sweetly, scribbling his name on the side of a plastic cup.
Another of the baristas, tongues in hand, retrieved his scone from the pastry case. “No, but thanks, this looks great,” He grinned, accepting the paper bag the second barista handed him. Handing the ginger barista a twenty, he walked off, not bothering to collect his change, “You guys keep it.”
Her thanks was genuine and emphatic. It made him smile.
Dropping into a heavy cushioned chair near the pick-up area, Jason stretched out. He’d only agreed to meet Dick here because Amy couldn’t and neither liked the idea Dick coming to her apartment. Then, of course, Dick had insisted on meeting in public. He’d voiced concern about Jason shooting him. As if the acrobat would be worth the bullet; besides, his guns were locked up in the apartment. “Heh,” he chuckled to himself, breaking a corner piece off the scone and popping it in his mouth.
If nothing else, he could sit there and people watch ‘til Dick bothered to show up. Something he hadn’t really done during daylight hours since returning to Gotham-Bludhaven let alone the States. Not unless he’d been tracking some of Black Mask’s men, or the Joker’s, or otherwise trying to sort out his plan when he’d come home. None of it had been what he was doing now. This was for fun.
Watching the table nearest the door. The woman checking her phone periodically, seated alone and fidgeting with the seam of her cup’s sleeve. He noted glee that lit up her face when her partner walked through the door of the cafe; reminding him of a time when he was happier, younger, less world weary. The woman’s partner, girlfriend, enveloped her in her arms and peppered her with smiling kisses. It was a gesture he recognized. Something he’d done a lifetime ago and their overall elation was both visually loud and familiar.
It was how he’d felt when he became Robin all those years ago. How he’d felt when Bruce revealed he’d adopted him. A shudder ran down his back – not from the iced beverage collected from the order counter. He didn’t want Bruce to hold a happy place in his memories. Not now, after everything that had happened.
Scanning the room in search of distraction his eyes settled on a young man. A text book open on his table, furiously scribbling on a tablet. Jason could hear the soft tapping and swiping noises as the youth wrote, despite the popping sound his jaw made as he worked on the over sized scone in hand. He could see the title of the book from his seat: Gotham: A Study of Engineering. They’d had to break a dozen or so rules building the elite of the two river cities. Even before becoming a Robin he’d spent enough of his life crawling through the cities guts to know the kid wasn’t going to get the full story in that book. Not that he could tell him any of that, of course. There were too many safe houses and supply caches tucked into the bones of Gotham to risk it, even if he’d been of a mind to do so.
His phone buzzed, violently.
It broke his focus and, with the huff of a toddler, he fished the device out of his jacket’s interior slip pocket. Swiping his thumb across the screen and unlocking the device, the messaging app popped open automatically. A quick tap and the thread he had with Amy replaced it. Just got to the Manor. Text you when I leave.
Ok, he typed back..
Almost as quickly as his response went out the words “Be nice to DG.” showed up under his single word. “Hah,” he chuckled, “I’m always nice.” He sent a thumbs up emoji to her instead.
“No you’re not,” the acrobat shook his head. As per usual, he was popping up out of nowhere and doing it more frequently than Batman. Despite being almost twice as loud. At least Jason had the decency to not surprise his friends, especially those who could put him in the hospital.
Glaring, Jason rocked up out of his chair. Comfortable as he was, they couldn’t actually have their meeting next to the baristas. “Says you,” he grumbled, brow cocked, “This way.”
“See, this is exactly what I meant,” Dick observed, a grin on his face that was probably attracting half the single women in Bludhaven. He had that kind of optimistic magnetism even when he didn’t mean to.
He followed Jason through the growing throng of patrons to a table against the wall. It was positioned so they wouldn’t be visible from the window but could also easily guard the transcripts and any other relevant documents. All currently tucked neatly in Dick’s gray and blue computer bag. Either of their apartments would have been infinitely better but he had his orders. “So where’s little bird,” Dick asked, startling Jason – though the Red Hood buried it behind a swig of his coffee.
Pulling their chairs out in near unison, Jason shrugged. “Had an errand.” The two did their best not to let the metal feet grate across the café’s floor.
“Supply run,” Dick yawed, dropping into his wooden chair. The grimace that briefly graced his features told Jason that that had been a mistake. Either the wooden seat or metal chair back had reminded Dick’s body of some fight, bruise, or pulled anything from patrol and training. It was a sensation that Jason was intimately familiar with. Pushing the other half of his scone across the table as a peace offering, he nodded. Both in agreement and a sign that the food was fair game.
Anyone who walked past the pair, papers spread out between them, would assume two things: First, that they were brothers – despite looking similar only in the broadest of senses. Both boys had dark, nearly black, hair and deep blue eyes. They were both athletic and their faces had similar, again general, shapes. Overall, Dick had a much lighter look to him whereas Jason was far more dour. It wouldn’t have been an incorrect assumption, given that Bruce has adopted both of them during their respective childhoods.
Second, thanks to their hushed tones and body languages, that whatever they were doing with all those papers and Dick’s laptop was family business. What that meant to an onlooker could be up for debate, however. Again, the other baristas and casual observers wouldn’t have been wrong. “Where do you want to start,” Jason asked as his brother slid the stack of papers off of his laptop and across the table.
“You go through that pile and give me whatever looks relevant. I’ll add it to the file I’m building here,” he tapped the computer’s lid, “and we go from there. Otherwise, you going to tell me what’s going on?”
One brow raised, Jason shot back, “huh?”
“I know what Bruce said happened in Gotham. I know what the news said happened. I want to hear it from you and then I want to know why you came to Bludhaven. You’ve been here over a month, so yea,” Dick explained, drumming his fingers across the mouse’s touch pad. The computer thrummed to life a moment later and, without breaking eye contact, he typed in the requisite passwords. “Well?”
Snorting and rolling his eyes, Jason took a long drag on his coffee. The cold stimulant buying him time to formulate a polite, or at least less snarky, answer. He could do it. He could be nice to his brother. In theory at least, if not in practice.  Before he could speak. Dick added one more caveat, “And not the G-rated version I’m sure you gave Amy either. Full disclosure.”
Jason glared hard over the rim of his cup-lid. Brows knit together, eyes narrowed, and an irritated growl vibrated from his throat. He didn’t want to give more than the G-rated, maybe PG, version of events in Gotham. That meant admitting, to people he actually liked, the extent of what he’d done. At the time things like dismembering drug cartel lieutenants had made complete sense. That using an RPG to push Black Mask over the edge and into unleashing Joker, all so Jason could get his hands on the clown, had been rational. Reasonable even. Now…he wasn’t so sure.
He still wholeheartedly believed that some criminals just needed to die. At the very least have their faces smashed in so badly their own mother’s wouldn’t recognize them. Also things he’d done during his return tour of Gotham. Nothing he’d done since coming to Bludhaven. It had a higher crime rate than Gotham, though most of that was organized crime and gangs instead of super villains – Penguin and Two-Face notwithstanding. He shrugged, finally setting his coffee down “Why do you care,” he demanded as Dick broke a piece off of the shared scone.
“You’re family. Look, didn’t show up after our fight on the roof because I knew you wouldn’t give me reason to come hunt your ass down,” He paused, blue eyes wavering for a moment. One that he covered for by flicking them down to the computer screen.
Snorting derisively, Jason looked down at the papers. The words were just a jumble of letters to him. “I came to Bludhaven to think. “ He sounded contemplative and, to a lesser extent, defeated. Giving voice to his reasons seemed to take all his bravado away, “I hacked the Batcave’s computer before I left, even before I went after Joker. So I knew, by the time I shot that RPG at Black Mask’s office, that Amy’d left Gotham and ended up here. Figured if I survived what happened with Bruce then I’d go to her. Of course I thought he might actually shoot Joker and not pull that bull shit with the gun. Those burns, on top of all the contusions from digging myself out from under that building, SUCKED. So when my plans literally blew up in my face…I had nothing. No idea what I wanted to do. I mean, I took care of a couple loose related Black Mask helping the Joker escape Arkham, but otherwise I was gone. A ghost. Far as the world knows, Jason Todd died…six years ago now.”
“And what happened in Gotham before the shit in Crime Alley,” Dick asked, again. He couldn’t say that, if things had been reversed and he’d been killed by Joker, that he wouldn’t have been as revenge bent as Jason. One of the baristas called another patron’s name, a subtle reminder among the screaming milk steamers, chattering locals, and coffee-shop music that they were in public. That discretion was still the better part of valor. Or in their case, survival.
“What you heard about? What Bruce and the news said? Yea…that was me,” he sighed. “I did some worse shit than was reported; some of it I’m starting to regret. So  I don’t really want to discuss it in detail. Ever.” There was a note of guilt, or shame, coloring the fringes of his otherwise stern tone. Searching his face, Dick could tell that he wasn’t going to get the lengthy explanation out of his brother that he wanted. Not without it ending in a fight.
Skeptically, Dick pressured slightly, “And does she know?”
Jason nodded slowly, cheeks visibly redder. “She knows enough,” he muttered, even Dick had trouble hearing him. The more he was asked, the less comfortable he became and suddenly Jason felt like he was being scolded by Alfred; not sitting across from the closest person he’d ever had to a brother. Sure, they’d come to blows growing up – what siblings didn’t – but they’d also always had one another’s backs.
“Okay. So what are you gonna do about it,” Dick asked bluntly.
“Huh?”
“What are you doing about yourself? About Amy?”
“I-I don’t know. I mean, I hadn’t even planned that far,” Jason shrugged, eyes finally focusing on the paper before him. The letters going from a hodgepodge pile of sticks and circles to actual words. “Farthest I’ve gotten is helping you guys with this,” he tapped the top page. It was an email between Falcone and Black Mask, supposedly encrypted. Until Oracle had gotten a hold of it. “After that…I don’t know.”
Dick groaned, struggling to keep his voice down and his tone calm, “Dude. You’re living with her. You can’t tell me you haven’t been –“
“I’m sleeping on her couch. The closest I’ve gotten to her, beyond some middle school hugs and pecks on the cheek was when I got shot. That’s also the last time we had any sort of conversation about…us. Or what passed for us before I…” he trailed off, voice low. He was hesitant to say that he’d died. It was something done automatically, nonchalantly when in his Red Hood gear. But out in public, without the protection of his helmet and body armor, he felt like an over exposed nerve. “Yea, we had a moment when I first showed up but…I don’t know. I just don’t.”
Dick opened his mouth to say something, then immediately thought better of it. Neither his younger brother nor his partner had been very good at the whole courtship thing. It had taken both Barb and Alfred intervening to convince them to take the plunge before Joker got his hands on Jason. That had been what, six months during their senior year of high school? For both Amy and Jason it was a lifetime ago, all things considered. Swallowing he finally found a string of words that didn’t make him sound like a complete jerk, “Give her time. I know how much she cares about you, and you clearly still care about her.” Jason looked up, almost plaintively, “You know what I mean.”
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Alfred set the kettle down between them, the green and white knit cozy brighter than either he or Amy remembered it being. Though against the stark colors and layout of the Batcave, even khaki was practically neon. “How are you handling Master Todd’s return,” he asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the entire property when they’d gone down to the cave.
Breathily she laughed, “Not well Alfred. Not well at all.” He nodded; she continued, eyes tracing the lines of steam that escaped her tea cup, “I always thought if, by some miracle, he returned that it��d be easy. Same as breathing. But…” Her brow furrowed briefly and it almost looked as if she was going to cry. “It’s not. We’re both falling over ourselves to be nice and friendly. It’s…”
“Awkward,” he offered. She nodded in turn.
She swallowed, hands wrapping around the cup more tightly. This was part of their ritual: Once a month Amy made the trip to the Manor with the intention of spending the day, part of it at least, with Alfred. He’d suffered in silence after Jason’s death where the others had raged. Even when it was futile. Part of that meant he sent her back to Bludhaven with a number of first aid kits, even if she and Dick didn’t need them. This time, her Supply Run would include some new armor for Jason to replace the ruined pants he’d been shot in. A project the Briton had undertaken without Bruce’s knowledge or permission. They were as much his children as they were Bruce’s.
“Miss Flynn,” he began, a grandfatherly smile on his face, “You and Master Todd were thick as thieves, one another’s shadows. That’s not a bond which can be easily erased, no matter what has transpired or how much time has passed.”
The tea was hot, not scalding, but still hot enough to hurt when she took a sip. There was a time when that had been point; she’d at least felt something as it burned the length of her esophagus. Now, it was just careless. “Mmm. And we are still.…in the field. There it’s like nothing’s changed, no time’s passed. In private…ah…um...the most familiar we’ve been was when he was shot a few weeks back. Don’t know that either of us even knows how to have that conversation. I bloody well don’t,” she chattered, running her burnt tongue across her front teeth.
“You must find a way or it will, inevitably, spill over into your work in the field I fear,” Alfred cautioned, sliding a small cup of ice across the table to the young woman. He’d known her well enough and watched her grief long enough to realize that she’d burned the inside of her mouth. “You both deserve better than that.” He was tired of seeing the children he cared for, the closest he had to children and grandchildren, as spent and used as they had been the last few years. Tired of watching them walk this world in varying degrees of anguish.
 Letting out a soft sigh he continued, “You will find a way Miss Flynn, you and Master Todd both. Cliche and motherly though it may sound, perhaps it is best to let your heart lead when your head is not up to task?”  That at least elicited a contemplative nod from the Irish girl as she popped one of the offered ice cubes in her mouth.
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“C’mere,” Dick instructed. His back was to a wall, protecting the computer screen from the outside world. Exhausted and sore Jason practically creaked when he stood. He wasn’t sure how long they’d been sitting in these godawful chairs but it had been at least long enough to make even his ass go numb. “This is…not good,” the older vigilante muttered.
Almost as soon as his eyes leveled with the images and data on the screen, Jason’s stomach dropped. “Not good is an understatement,” his tone was flat, almost emotionless. Black Mask wasn’t just partnering with Falcone and Maroni to expand their enterprises in Bludhaven. He – They – had hired an assassin form the League of Assassins to deal with what they called their vermin infestation. A man the files referred to Deathstroke; a man whose reputation was infamous The three vigilantes were, with particular emphasis on Red Hood, to be terminated with extreme prejudice. His hire had been arranged by the Intermediary, about whom almost nothing was listed beyond what turned out to be an anonymous dark web bank account.
Reading all of that, following the path of Black Mask’s decisions on paper made Jason want to vomit. “We need to go,” he whispered, finally finding his voice again. They had to warn Amy, or at least bring her up to speed. More importantly they needed to prepare for the veritable war heading their way.
His phone vibrated across the table. Reaching for it, Jason caught it with his fingertips before it could take a nose-dive towards the floor. On the notifications tab, a message from the their absent third beamed at him Leaving for the apt. Text you when I get in. He sent a thumbs up back, swallowing hard. Since Ra’s had been responsible for Jason’s resurrection, it stood to reason that other, maybe all, members of the League knew the identities of Batman and his allies. Though Jason really hoped only Bruce, Dick, and himself were compromised. If they weren’t, things were about to become significantly more complicated.
“I’ll talk to Oracle. See if there’s anything she can dig up on Deathstroke or this Intermediary,” Dick was hesitant to ask her for this kind of help. The more he pulled Barbara into this situation, the more help she gave them, meant that  more of a target had been painted on her as well. Where the League was concerned, they could never really be sure it wouldn’t all blow up in their faces. “You get Amy up to speed,” he said.
Jason swallowed, nodding. He was looking at his phone screen, suddenly the message he was typing out for Amy seemed less important. A long slow breath escaped him as he deleted the frantic words, a question about dinner. One he’d started as a way to burn off nervous energy. Instead he wrote, Meet you there Irish. Ride safe. Please. Without a second though he brushed his thumb over the send button. “I have a couple contacts I can talk to as well. Will take me some time to track ‘em down.” 
“Do it, and no killing,” Dick warned. All kindness gone from his voice. “We have to be better than these guys.”
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esculentevil · 7 years ago
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The Lethal Joker ♦
Some more art for my Joking Mirrors series.
For those that haven’t read it or those that don’t remember, Lethal (whom doesn’t really appear much and I’m gonna fix that soon, I swear) is the title/nickname worn by the Arkhamverse (game) Joker within this series.
Here, he’s in the middle of getting dressed (thus why he’s only in a shirt and vest) and debating wearing the tie in his hand. He’s looking and pointing at the mirror of his vanity because he’s actually talking to another Joker (as they do in this series); and, no, I don’t know which Joker it is.
In fact: this is really only half a drawing as the other side of this paper (it’s folded) is meant to have the Joker Lethal’s talking to; but I couldn’t figure out which Joker to put there as this was actually supposed to be Looney (the 90′s animated Joker) and Lead (the original, 40′s, Golden Age Joker). The figure I was drawing reminded me more of Lethal than Looney so I ended up drawing him. And, yes, I could just draw Lead anyway—or even Looney—but...
I kinda have another side-head canon for this series that basically states some Jokers form tighter bonds with each other than they do with other Jokers (... no idea if I just made sense but I can’t figure out a better way to say it; opps) and this is mostly related to the kind of universe they come from. For example: Lethal would have a stronger connection to the other game’verse Jokers (like TellTale’s and Injustice 2′s) than he would with, say, a comic’verse Joker like Lead or Luna. This means that it would be far more likely that Lethal would be talking to Little Laugh (whom, as I mentioned before, is both game and animated movie to me) or John Doe. Weirdly enough, I like to think of them as the Joker Game Bros. xD
Anyway: I’m really proud of this one! First time drawing Lethal and he came out really well (I think so, anyway [shrugs])! Only issue is, well, three things... [clears my throat]
[Dramatically:] Anatomy, Proportion, Detail! Wherefore art thou not with me? I’m poly-amorous, my lovelies! Cometh! Let the five four of us lay betwixt my pics!
[dies laughing at myself]
[clears throat again] Ah... Okay; sorry about that... five is including my Mate
So yea still working on drawing anything at all period bodies and... stuff... (like hands) but, hey! His expression came out great! Everything from his eyes and brows to his lips and NOSE (which, you might remember, is something I struggled with a LOT before) actually came out really good! Even the hair (which I have to thank @doctorhojo for because I saw his/her/their (I don’t know which, sorry) Time-Lapse of Arkham Origin’s Joker and noted how he/she/they did his hair before trying it myself here; so, yea: thank you so much for sharing that!)!
And, no, it does not escape me that I drew this particular Joker right after I reblogged a gif set that caused me to forever envision Lethal as trans (be it transgender or transexual—both work).
Nor does it escape me that it totally looks like Lethal is goofing off with himself and parodying “I’m too sexy” by Right Said Fred or Buffalo Bill’s “Would you do me” from Silence of the Lambs.
HaHaHa! Anyway! As always: let me know what you all think!  (♦` ヮ´)
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legit9ja · 8 years ago
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Episode 20: The Diary Of Nymphomaniac
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CLICK TO READ EPISODE 19 “It’s so nice meeting you, I have heard a lot about you” I said to her with a smile. After few minutes, I left the room after a signal from Chinedu for me to leave. I waited nearby while I kept imagining what would be happening inside that room. After few hours, I came back to the house and she had left. “How was it” I asked Edu “Mehn the babe sabi fvck ooo” He replied with so much smile on his face “You wan follow taste the girl” He asked me “Emm… no, I won’t and I can’t” I replied him. After that day, I started hanging out with Edu and was undergoing repackaging. First of all he showed me how to curl my hair using a Relaxer and to color it dark using a dye. I wanted to go buy some new cloths and he escorted me to the market and helped me with the selections I needed. I started undergoing some mild body building programs to help make my body structure lovely, and also coached me on the new method of wooing girls by talking to them. "They must gree” Edu exclaimed anytime I finish any task successfully. It was a moment of pain and pleasure and not before long; the results were becoming visible in all aspect and the way I wanted it. He took me to some of the ceremonies he attended and I was given a task whereby he points at a girl and I am expected to go talk to her. Some gave me the highest snub someone can give to somebody while one of them almost gave me a life changing slap as a take away gift. Any of my failure resulted to serious laughing from Edu and I was almost discouraged till the help I needed came forth “I saw you from afar and I wanted to know if you are among the people doing the wake-keep” I said to a girl I saw sitting alone few distance away from my seat “Seriously” She replied with a grin on her face. "Yea sorry, I didn’t know what to say and I decided to use that line. I know its whack but I really wanted to talk to you” I replied with a sincere face. The truth was that I had nothing else to say and I had to come out clean. I have already wasted the night, using stupid lines I thought were cool. She gave out a loud laughter while I watched keenly. “Who taught you to use that line you used the first time” She asked jokingly “My friend over there” I said while pointing at Edu that was spying from a distance “He must be an amature” She said while laughing “Yea, He is really an amature” I replied jokingly but with a mean face. “What your name”? She asked me, and I told her my name and we started chatting. We joked about lots of thing and talked at length that she even invited her friends to join the discussion. Within few minutes, I transformed from a joker to a Casanova. I held them sway with my jokes and discussion that one of them started coming close and touching my hands frequently. I feel that Nk noticed that she quickly asked me to escort her to buy something somewhere down the road that night. We ended up not buying anything tangible that I became forced to ask. “Why did you make me leave the company of your friends”? I asked with an unserious face “Don’t you see that they were beginning to like you and I don’t want to share what belongs to me” She said plainly “Do I belong to you”? I asked while laughing “Go away joor big head” She said with a emotionless face. I already knew the interpretation of “go away” and “Big head” and I quickly utilized my opportunity. : I held her hand firmly that she hit me on the back, and I knew that was a sign of good things to come. “Why is this part of your lip very red”? I asked with a serious face “Show me where” She said. I quickly held her hands while I advanced further and she was standing still while holding my hands tighter while I advance forward again with my own lips. We stood very close to a road, exchanging lips and kissing. Even while I was about letting go, she interlocked her lips with mine so badly that I felt my dicck standing at attention. Only the loud sound of a horn was able to disengage us and we laughed over it. “I want you so bad” I whispered into her ear. She gave me a seductive smile which I assumed was a go ahead. “Have you ever had s*x in an awkward place before” I whispered. "No, teach me” She said with a romantic smile. I could feel my dicck bulging out of my trouser and it was becoming so restless. I quickly took her along, and we found a cool car pack where we settled down to have fun. Nk was wearing a very long pink gown that could sweep a whole compound if not handled with care. The gown was never an obstacle because she quickly raised it up with her hands, while revealing the most seductive pink pant I have ever seen in my life. I gently pulled down her pant while I went down on my kneed to appreciate what she had below with my tongue and lips. She tried shouting but held it within so as not to attract attention, and I continued with my service. There was no time to waste so I didn’t allow her do same for me, so I had to quickly insert my dicck while she was touching her toes behind the back of a well-packed car. Under the shadow of darkness, I had an unimaginable fun that I never thought of. I banged her with all the frustration that other girls gave to me and it turned out for good. We returned back to meet with her friends after our exploit and we were warmly greeted. “This buying of something was actually long ooo” One of the friends shouted and the others gave out a loud laugh. They joked over it even though I felt they actually knew what happened. “Both of you went to buy something and didn’t hold hands, and you came back holding hands like lovers. Oya tell us what happened” One of the friends queried jokingly. We laughed over it and it was actually a night to remember before we exchanged numbers and went our various ways the next morning. My other s*xual exploits with Nk might be recorded as the diary continues because she was really good at it. I reunited with Edu who congratulated me for a night well-spent. Few months later, I enlisted to join a JAMB lesson and it was another avenue to learn more about what life without school uniform had to offer. I met with lots of people and made friends in a slow manner. I took time to observe the environment before making any move. I realized and noticed that we had different categories of people in that lesson center. Some came to show off their clothes, intelligence, beauty, others came to because they wanted to hook-up, some came because they were bored at home and needed where to go while others like me came because we needed to pass JAMB that year. During our lecture periods, I was always a gentle boy in class and was practically un-noticed. I knew I needed to pass JAMB and gain admission that year, but it was becoming too boring for me as per my type of person. I managed to remain gentle because I had a target. “Seems like you love chemistry” I said to my seat mate for the day. She was a quiet cute looking girl with her glasses like someone who discovered river Niger. “Yea, Chemistry is my best” She replied with a smile. “You like Chemistry” She asked me “I so much hate it with passion and I don’t know what to do” I said with a sad face. The fact was that I knew chemistry more than her if we were to have a test of knowledge but knowing what I had in mind, I had to become a dunce. “Would you mind me helping you out with it” She asked with a lovely tone. I have never heard such a sweet voice in my life before and she was sounding just like an Angel singing. “Wow… you are really a lovely person.” I said with so much smile “People like you are difficult to come-by” I continued. While I was saying all this, she kept smiling like someone who was getting mouth action for the first time in her life. "Thank you so much, I really appreciate your compliments” She said with a melodious voice. “Hope you are not like other guys who make noise and are very rough”? She asked me calmly. “Noooo… Since I was born, I don’t think I have said up to 350 words I replied with a wink” She smiled and laughed while tapping my arm “You sef, you are very funny” she said while still smiling. We talked and talked that we actually left the Chemistry subject and started discussing personal issues. I later found out that her father was a Commissioner in the state, meaning that money was no longer a problem. Because of her, I thought about every word I said before saying it out. I had to impress. She was using a Symbian Nokia phone, while I managed my Sony. CLICK TO CONTINUE READING... Click to Post
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