zealot boyfriend? more likely than you think.
stupid comic prompted by DraconicBlade on discord
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zealot boyfriend? more likely than you think.
stupid comic prompted by DraconicBlade on discord
alt 2nd slide + og prompt under cut
A little something based on an old thread with @malpractitioner that I've had rotating in my brain for a while. Cut for length!
@malpractitioner continued from here
Extinguishing the last of her cigarette, snow was just starting to fall around her and the thought of classes cancelling that day brought a childish grin to her face as she entered the lecture building. The excuse for security always unlocked this building first so it made for a nice break from the frigid Gotham winter in the early mornings when she had to trek to work. Rubbing some warmth back into her hands she made her way down to the bottom floor’s water fountain.
Halls still dark from the weekend would stay dark and quiet for another few hours until the janitor staff came. About halfway up the first flight of stairs from the basement she heard... something. Almost like a last desperate wail-coming from the lecture room down the hall behind her.
Creeping lightly toward the closest door, she found the thin window covered from the inside. Putting her ear just above the wood she listened for a clue, there were still sounds coming from inside, but nothing loud like before.
There was a sliver of light coming from around a darkened corner, the blocker had come loose and become crooked, leaving a big enough gap to look in. All that could be seen was what looked like a sweaty and disheveled professor Crane standing over a pile on the floor. The scene before her was almost normal, maybe the man was grading papers or editing a lecture early or something? Still it was jarring enough to see the usually well dressed and well groomed man unkempt for once.
Until he moved aside and she caught a glimpse of a classmate’s face frozen in twisted, agonizing terror, contorted as if he was still screaming even after death. The kid had always been nice enough, she didn’t know his name but he didn’t deserve this. Nor does he deserve to be forgotten as soon as the next student is found dead somewhere on campus. Which could very well end up being her if she doesn’t get away from the door.
Taking care to walk lightly and look back almost every other step, Riley just made it past the water fountain when she heard the unmistakable clunk of a door unlocking down the hall.
@malpractitioner continued from here
Showing up unannounced as she started sobering up for the day could be considered brash but she fixed her hair a bit and opened the door to let him in. “Sit down if you want,” She picked up a few pieces of clutter so the place didn’t look too terrible, “What uh, what can I help you with?”
Waking up to some replies is always fun until SOMEONE is ruuuude.
“Nygma talked too fast and too loud – said too much without really saying anything at all. Nothing of substance. It was a shame all of that intelligence was trumped by how utterly irritating he was.”
@malpractitioner R00D!!!! Im a delight to be around! It’s your boring scrawny ass that is irritating. I’m going to stick you in a round bale of straw, Jonathan! Then roll you down a hill. <3
OTP material right here. :D
Eddie: Let me seduce you with my awkwardness.
Jon: What the fuck is seduction?
Eddie: This...*Careless Whisper starts playing*
Eddie: So, Jonathan-
Jon: Never mind just stop.
@malpractitioner
[[ ✡ ]] “I’ve been through worse so whatever you’ll do will seem like child’s play..if I can handle being in hell with my father, then I can handle whatever hell I’ll be put through.”
@malpractitioner
“H-hey professor, w-wait look I-I know this is like standard procedure and y'all have to do this whenever someone is depressed or whatnot. But this isn’t exactly a new problem for me a-and I’m honestly managing it just fine in my own.”
Despite Riley’s nervous insistence that she was fine, the heavy bags under her eyes and with her forearms multitude of scars littered with fresher wounds, said she was telling anything but the truth.