Sketches 3

Teamworkkkkk

With color👇

A random idea that I'm not ever sure I'm going to pick up and finish. AU is that everyone lives in a movie genre and the universe if governed by the rules of that genre. Bruce, fed up with being a failed lover interest, starts to adopt kids from other genres.

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"I don't get it," Dick says, standing at the top small set of stairs and looking down them. There's like six of them, hardly enough to actually call it a staircase. Dick could probably jump the full way down without hurting himself. It's definitely not a flight, just six steps to get from the raised dias of the bank's entry to the street. But Bruce is still hesitating at the top, staring at them like they are a snake curled up in the grass. 

The man who had assigned himself Dick's father (He doesn't need a father. He doesn't have parents. His parents are dead. Killed. For eight years, their case has gone untouched as cold as their corpses. He needs to solve it. He needs to find the killer. He has to. He has to. He has to...) drags his eyes from the stairs to Dick.

"You live in a *rom com*," Dick practically spat the words. He had been growing to hate this saturated colour, plastic world. There were too many people. None of the streets were ever empty. Movements from the corners of his eyes that his brain screamed could be someone pulling a gun, someone reached for a knife, someone passing a drug off to another, was usually just a woman dressed in LuLulemon pulling her yappy dog along. It was maddening the way that his brain wasn't built for this. He saw people doing things and his mind screamed that it was clues! It was evidence! You need to investigate it! You need. You need. You need.

But he doesn't. Because he doesn't exist here. The Graysons don't exist here. No one has been killed in this city for over 100 years apparently. The worse crime in the paper had been when Miss Betty accidentally stole cupcakes because her and Joe's orders got mixed up. They were getting married now apparently.

Dick shook his head trying to dislodge the part of him that was screaming that he was missing a clue. He tried to focus on the present. Him. Bruce. Stairs.

"This is a romantic comedy," he repeated. "It's all about love, so what's the fucking worse thing that could happen on the stairs."

"*It seems I've fallen for you*," said Bruce suddenly, his voice so devoid of emotion it startles Dick. Dick's eyes snap up to meet the other man's eyes, but Bruce is still looking at the stairs.

"That's the part of the script," he continues, his voice blank. It's disconcerting. Dick has only heard him peppy or bubbly or other words that paint him as a happy-go-lucky dog. He's never heard... this. "I fall down the stairs and I... I break something. I lay there until she's suppose to rush in. She's supposed to be a nurse or a doctor or maybe just someone with first aid training. She's supposed to treat me until the ambulance comes and I'm supposed to say *'it seems I've fallen for you'*"

Bruce finally looks at Dick and he can't even describe what's in the man's eyes. It's... he would almost call it haunted. The same glint that he has when he stares in the mirror.

"I've broken my leg from falling down stairs 48 times. I've broken one of my ankles 53 times. My left arm 18 and my right 26. Three times it's been my collarbone. One time after two flights, it was my back. I was paralyzed from the neck down. I couldn’t move a damn finger, so I just laid there in pain until the clock hit midnight and everything reset. And that’s just the staircase falls. There’s also the open manholes, the broken railings, getting hit by a car, a couple of times where a bridge gave out from under me. Any of them will do as long as I end up hurt and on the ground."

Dick stared. Coldness washed through his veins, fixing him to the spot. For the first time since he got here, fear settled into the pit of his stomach. The only thing he could think to say was: "I thought that nothing went wrong here?"

Bruce gave a harsh laugh that seemed more fitting for Dick's genre. "Everything works out if you actually have someone who wants to love you. If your love interest isn't interested or she just doesn't bother to turn up... well, the universe keeps trying to correct itself even if that means you have to lay in a crumpled, bloody heap at the bottom of stairs for a few hours."

He... he didn't know what to say. Say that he was sorry? That Bruce didn't have anyone coming to love him?

He looked back at the stairs and saw them how Bruce saw them. He tried to figure out what to say, but Bruce just turned on his heel.

"Let's go find the wheelchair ramp."

🎶 Once upon a time I almost lost my mind

I was lonely

So lonely

Once upon a time

Hoping every day things would go my way

Then you came into my life

Now everything is fine

I never knew

What love could do

Till I met you

Now everything is oh so cozy

Now my skies are blue all because of you

I'm so glad

I was lonely

Once upon a time 🎶

Once Upon a Time - The Mavericks

rough chart of how the dream/nightmare Narinder & Lamb counterpart mechanics function in Trod Au + extra doodles

Collection of images and memes for anyone who doesn’t know what to draw

My Vectilla fankid, Pumpkin the Crocodile! 🫶

Some info:

She is the oldest out of my fankids

A tech-savvy influencer and internet sleuth! She uses her knowledge of social media to help her dad solve cases. He is unbelievably proud.

Cream is both her big sister, AND her bestie! The two of them regularly spend time together.

She has a chao named Spice

She is pansexual

An excellent dancer, her favorite genres of music are hip-hop, rap, and trap!

She can be a bit shallow, but at her core has a heart of gold

Loud, bombastic, and uproariously funny

The queen of receipts!!

A real people person!

Very protective of Cream, despite being the younger sibling. She knows she has a soft heart, and often worries about her being taken advantage of.

Loves it when her outfits jingle and jangle. Chains, bracelets, belts, rings, keychains—all things she adores!

She and Vanilla can bump heads at times due to Pumpkin's loud mouth. Where Vanilla is polite and tactful, Pumpkin is straight-forward and blunt. Regardless of any personality conflicts, the two are very close!

Talks with her hands a lot!

I meant to draw this back when I did this other doll comic as another side, to show a doll that had been cared for instead of abused, but somehow I wasn't able to finish it till like 10 minutes ago, anyway I did it *confetti*

Love the new pfp bestie (is it in reference to anything in particular?)

Oh yea, it's basically just Son Goku from DBGT and I wanted to use it as a placeholder till I find a better profile pic. But it also represents my current mood pretty good

Uh some other close contestants were these, I think they sum up my situation pretty well✌️😗 /silly /j (<kinda)

Borrador..

Dog Man and Chief talk about romance 💐

I spent my entire day doing nothing but working on this so I hope y’all like it 🦄🦄🦄