Curly Burns

HELP I ALWAYS THINK THAT WHEN I SEE HIM

Local skeleton always has his tits out

CUNTTTTT

Might make this into a keychain and sell it,,

THESE ARE SICK ASF WHATTTT

Miscellaneous Doctor Phosphorus sketches from my sketchbook

(Including the very first and a very recent small sketch comparing how loose my style of drawing him has become)

dunno why but when I think of a possible Gwen Stacy for the noirverse I imagine her as a guy. I feel like if they added a Gwen it would be part of the 2020/fanservice comics, so I guess it's me holding out hope they'd make a canonically gay Peter Parker even though it felt like they really tried going "no! he's straight!" in it.

If any version we're to make him gay, it'd be the og series, but I can't see him being in a relationship so idk. I just don't like what they did to him in the 2020 comics ig. completely stripped him of his character values and traits imo

Been having a lot of thoughts about Gwen Stacy lately, I don't know if I should continue my take on her if she was in the Noirverse. (Her and Harry, I wanna keep their bff streak alive 💔💔)

Gwarry bestfriendism is a need, 6160 did them dirty for making them married.... Should've just made gwen & mj together smh

the part that killed me the most was somehow the "I have a guy" when talking about melvin

headcanon that matt murdock is, despite being the most outwardly unapproachable and standoffish vigilante, the most well-connected vigilante in new york. he's been there the longest and, though he tells every new vigilante he meets to "get the hell out of my city" he doesn't do it before inciting some small modicum of loyalty from the person. its mostly unintentional on his part---he's just one of those people, y'know? he draws others in even though he acts like he wants to be alone. he demands friendship while asking for distance. within five minutes of meeting spider-man, spider-man decided that DD was his mentor whether he knew it or not. frank owes him for like five separate jailbreaks. clint has been pulled out of so many dumpsters that at this point he's not sure dragging the devil out of hell would be enough repayment. the x-men love the dude because he's a weird combination of scott, logan and professor x (he's a good mentor, gruff and eerily perceptive). the defenders unofficially think of him as their leader, no matter what they say to anyone else. he met venom like a week ago and now venom is entirely willing to die for the "asshole with horns". the first time he met moon knight he saved the dude's ass, and then later jake repays that debt but really there's no count going because the entire MK system agrees that if their lawyer died it would be a fucking national emergency. he knows the avengers as well, to his own despair, and one word from their mysterious friend and they're ready to call an assemble because they, for some godsdamned reason, trust him.

Steve: we need backup. we're outnumbered. hawkeye, can you call in kate?

matt: *punching an android in the face* kate's at band practice with spidey. just a moment, ill get frank on the line. steve: *falters* frank . . . who? matt: *non-chalantly* castle. obviously. natasha: like, the man who has tried to kill you multiple times? matt: *waves it off* that's only on thursdays. we have a truse on sundays. besides, he owes me for that most recent jailbreak. steve: what the fuck

jake: *fighting hydra* this shit is way above my paygrade. this is an avengers mess. let them clean this up. matt: hang on, i think i can get tony on the phone. jake: jake: you call iron man, tony stark, one of the richest men in the world, TONY? matt: he's actually a nice dude. i think he'd assume i were sick if i called him mister stark. jake: what the fuck is your life matt: *on the phone* hey dude-

spider-man: *holds up thor's hammer* isn't mister thor off world? how did this get here? matt: idk. hold it for me, i'll let thor know he lost the fucking thing. spider-man: how? what, you have a norse god on speed dial? matt: yeah? spider-man: *chokes and drops the hammer on his foot*

natasha: damn. my suit got ripped. it'll take hours to get it fixed. matt: *thinking of how melvin was sad there was nothing to repair with the DD suit last time he visited* i have a guy

This is my discomfort character I want to see them in unimaginable pain

SAY NICE THINGS TO PPL

Holy shit I think this is the first time I've drawn him and I don't hate it (so far)

I think if there was a competition for understanding value and form I wouldn't win but I'd sign up hoping for an honorary mention for my grade

This started off quite simple, and it started out with wanting a non-evil portrayel of the Spider God. It quickly became far too long for me to put fully succinctly.

But it goes something like this:

You are a God of stories. Perhaps you weave them, perhaps you have taken them from others, perhaps you simply annotate in the margins of pre-existent ones. What matters most is that this is how you live - telling tales.

You yourself are a story, in this sense, one believed and beloved. It is through being cherished that you preside over humanity, and through this you grow close to its storytellers. Humanity, and its writers, are your anchor. The more compelling a story, the more your chance of survival.

And then, like any aged tale, you are forgotten. You struggle to remain in the consciousness of the dwindling number that aknowledge you. You exist soley, desperately, in the artifacts they once gifted you. Others come and leave. Others from further prey on the needy, the hungry. Your likeness is sold to the nearest collector for a family's dinner. You can't fault them.

This happens in a cycle, and with every hand you pass between, more of you is lost - names go easy, and easier still, oral tradition. Then its location, context, years lost to the murk of black market archeological sales.

You land in the hands of Norman Osborn's people. You are starving, tired, barely corporeal in the land of the people you once loved. You are an ocean from your inception, in both distance, years, and memory.

And they have the gall to drop you.

With what little you have left, but yet sheer scraps, you manifest and strike out in vengeance. This is not to help you, nor is it strategic - you're furious, betrayed by the slow bleed-out death of culture and the long dream of imperialism. You sink your teeth in. You make quick work of the pawns of one in a long line of fools.

This will not save you.

But in this process, by the whims of this narrative even you are bound to, you chance upon someone else. What is special isn't necessarily who he is, so much as it is what surrounds him. He's motivated, so much that its eating him alive, towards goals you recognize are completely impossible. His idealism will kill him.

But first he will live. And he will live longer than perhaps he would expect - because this story is stubborn, as are you.

It might just be what you need.

And after all, what's more compelling this era than a tragedy?