I’ve recently gained a number of new followers across my socials, so I decided to do a meet the artist meme! Image descriptions to follow for visually impaired and for people who can’t read my writing 😅
I draw on my iPad, mainly using Procreate, a little bit of CSP (still figuring it out), and Affinity Designer if I’m working with vectors. My fave Procreate brushes are th 6B pencil for sketching, Gesinki Ink, Stumpy Pencil, and Jing Sketch Round* brush for lineart, depending on what look I want. Then I block in colours either with the selection tool or a modified technical pen with hard edges, and fill/shade with Jing Paint Sharp Render* or Max U Shader Clean* (* = paid brushes).
I draw on my iPad, mainly using Procreate, a little bit of CSP (still figuring it out), and Affinity Designer if I’m working with vectors. My fave Procreate brushes are th 6B pencil for sketching, Gesinki Ink, Stumpy Pencil, and Jing Sketch Round* brush for lineart, depending on what look I want. Then I block in colours either with the selection tool or a modified technical pen with hard edges, and fill/shade with Jing Paint Sharp Render* or Max U Shader Clean* (* = paid brushes).
My fave colours wre my faves before I got into superheroes! So it’s not just because they’re Superman colours 😅 But I love me a good fire/ice aesthetic. I have a major sweet tooth, and my fave snacks are bubble tea (I’m traditional, I like the plain milk or fruit flavours), Crunch chocolate bars, or any sort of chewy candy like Skittles or sour straws. I try not to snack much while working though!
Music is big when I work, and some songs get me into a vibe and really influence how the final piece turns out! Some musicians I really enjoy and my fave tracks:
- “Pompeii” by Bastille
- “Howl” by Florence and the Machine
-“breezeblocks” by alt-j
- “An Evening I Will Not Forget” by Dermott Kennedy
- “Space Ghost Coast to Coast” by Glass Animals
- “Oft gefragt” by AnnenMayKantereit
- “Wild Stare” by Giant Rooks
- “Welly Boots” by The Amazing Devil
- “Put It on Me” by Matt Maeson
My least favourite part of making art: colouring, backgrounds, armour (anything mechanical and intricate, really), and having to scroll through my 36476 layers to find that ONE stray pixel!!! My favourite parts of doing art: inking, faces, clipping masks (a LIFESAVER), and effects layers!
Superbat Reverse Bang 2018!
Title: see you behind those tired eyes
Artist: @mashimero
Author: @brodinsons
DC Universe: DC Extended Universe
Prompt Info:
post-Superman’s death, open to various canons. Bruce on a red carpet wearing a Superman t-shirt under his blazer.
Story Summary:
Struggling to adapt after being resurrected to save his adopted planet from an entirely new threat, Clark tries to figure out where he belongs in a world that moved on without him and what the true motivations were behind Bruce Wayne — the man who almost killed him — risking it all to bring him back.
Rating: Mature
Pairing(s): Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, past Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Summary: Being both a superhero and a reporter is a juggling act that's often hard to master. Thankfully, Clark has something to look forward to at the end of the day. [Read on AO3]
Rated T/PG-13.
Written for @mashimero as part of the @superbatsecretsanta. Thank you to @eurosthewanderer for the quick and efficient beta! Any mistakes are my own. Happy holidays!
It was approaching ten p.m. by the time Clark made it back to his apartment building, exhaustion lingering in every cell of his body. It had been a tough, demanding day. Throughout its course, Superman was needed on five different occasions, pulling Clark away from the Daily Planet and his investigations. Perry, justifiably irked by his continued absence, had yelled at him in front of the entire newsroom for a good ten minutes, going on and on about how unreliable Clark was. Lois sent sympathetic looks Clark’s way and tried to speak on his behalf, but not even her interjection could appease Perry’s temper. To try and compensate for the lost work hours and submit his latest article on time, Clark had stayed at the office late, missing the last bus home and having to bike back to his apartment in the pouring rain.
He sighed when he finally fit the key into his front door, ready to collapse at the entrance. Finally at home, he was unable to expel the frustration that had worked its way into his bones. In his haste to get out of his soaked clothes, he almost walked past the living room without noticing the man on his couch.
“Bruce?”
There was a hum of acknowledgment as Bruce continued typing on his laptop, features scrunched up in concentration, bare feet comfortably propped up on the coffee table.
Clark moved his wet bangs from his eyes, chest constricting as he took in the domestic scene in front of him. “What are you doing here?”
More rushed keystrokes, but this time Bruce arched an eyebrow in his direction. “You did say I was welcome any time when you gave me a key.”
“Yeah, no, of course you are, I just—” Clark started, when something occurred to him. He strode towards the window, glancing out into the back lane. “Oh, God. Please tell me you didn’t drive the Jag here.”
“Of course I didn’t,” said Bruce, finally closing his laptop and placing it on the table.
Clark took a deep breath, not feeling reassured in the slightest. For practical reasons, they were keeping their relationship out of the public spotlight. In Clark’s neighbourhood, any of Bruce’s cars would be out of place, like a neon sign advertising the presence of a wealthy outsider.
The last thing they needed was someone getting a whiff of it and investigating.
“You can wipe that worried expression off your face, you’re not going to find anything out there,” Bruce said. “I took the train.”
Clark blinked, certain he misheard. “You… took the train.”
“Yes.”
“You... know how to take the train?”
Bruce frowned, clearly unamused. “If you’re just going to be an ass about it, I’ll leave,” he said, rising from his spot on the couch to do so.
“No, no,” said Clark, biting his lip to hide a smile. The idea was pretty comical. “Please. Stay,” he added, closing the distance between them and placing a hand on Bruce’s chest in request.
Examining the man in front of him, Clark wondered how he could have missed the obvious disguise. With a bearded face and a baseball cap on his head, Bruce hardly looked like the famous billionaire featured on glossy magazine covers. The jeans he was wearing were tattered in places, lending them the appearance of being frequently worn. Best of all, he was wearing a grey Metropolis University hoodie; the same one Clark often left at the Manor. Really, he looked like the average Metropolite commuter, no different than Clark himself.
Smiling at the thought, Clark reached to remove his glasses and slid them onto Bruce’s nose. “To complete the look.”
Bruce looked down at the hand on his chest, considering. “Let me guess,” he said, eyes somehow even sharper behind Clark’s lenses. “You got reprimanded at work.”
Clark sighed, lowering his chin. “How’d you know?”
“Well, I did see Superman on the news,” said Bruce, cupping Clark’s cheek. “And you only ever get this snarky when you’ve had a bad day at the office.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a delicious curve, a look that only ever spelled trouble. “You know, I could always just buy the place. I hear Bruce Wayne’s a pretty lax boss.”
Clark glared.
“Right. That’s a no,” said Bruce, dropping back to land on the couch, pulling Clark down on top of him. “Ugh, you’re wet as a dog, Kansas.”
“What, afraid I’ll mess up your wardrobe?” Clark said with a teasing smile, even as he unbuttoned his flannel and let it drop to the floor. He got up to give the same treatment to his belt and pants, settling back onto Bruce’s lap in nothing but his underwear.
“God,” said Bruce, reaching to trace Clark’s bare chest and stomach. “You’re burning up.”
“Mhm,” Clark removed the cap from Bruce’s head, sifting his fingers through soft hair. With his other hand, he grabbed the front of the hoodie and used it to jerk Bruce forward, licking into his mouth. The response was one of enthusiastic reciprocation, Bruce’s tongue leaving no area of Clark’s mouth unmapped. When they separated, his head swayed forward, chasing Clark’s lips. “I am glad you’re here, you know. Can you spend the night, or do you have business in Gotham?”
“The kids are taking care of it,” Bruce responded, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as Clark gently caressed his throat.
“Good. I could use some company after the day I’ve had,” said Clark, burrowing his face into Bruce’s neck, enjoying the prickly sensation of the beard against his skin. The citrusy notes of Clark’s cologne still lingered on the hoodie’s collar, mixing in with the woodsy tang belonging to Bruce.
Bruce reached to move the bangs out of Clark’s eyes, tugging lightly on the persistent curl that always fell on his forehead. “Kal,” he said gravely, his expression serious. He only ever used the name when he was intent on commanding Clark’s attention, and it never failed to elicit a shiver down his spine. “Even you can’t be in two places at once.”
“I know that, I just—” Clark started, looking down. “Clark Kent, Superman… they always seem to come at the expense of each other.” He swallowed, shame settling in his stomach. “What if… I’m not doing all that I can? What if by trying to be two people I’m holding back from maximizing my actions?”
“So, what do you propose? Becoming Superman full time?”
Clark shrugged, feeling dejected. “I could do a lot of good. Maybe I’ve just been deluding myself in thinking I can live a human life. Maybe it’s nothing but a selfish dream.”
“Clark,” Bruce said urgently, cupping his face. “You’re the most human of us all. That’s precisely why Superman is so effective, and why he couldn’t exist without Clark Kent. Take it from someone who’s spent a lot of time trying to extinguish his own humanity. Everything Superman stands for… those are all things that were synthesized from Clark Kent and Kal-El.” He leaned in to brush their lips together, lingering on the corner of Clark’s mouth. “And I happen to hold a favourable opinion of the result.”
Clark stared into his eyes for a long moment, a tight ache unfurling in his chest. “Careful, Batman,” he said with a small smile. “You might lead me to conclude you give a damn.”
“Mhm. Don’t tell anyone.” Bruce rubbed at the points of his hip bones before squeezing his thighs. “Alright, off. On your stomach.”
“What for?” Clark asked, even as he left Bruce’s lap and allowed himself to be guided to lay on the couch.
“Trust me,” was the response Bruce provided before settling on Clark’s back, his weight a comforting presence. He began kneading Clark’s shoulders with firm pressure, working out knots Clark hadn’t realized were there. He bent down to place a kiss on his top vertebrae, grazing it lightly with his teeth, causing a jolt of pleasure to run down Clark’s spine. “Just relax,” Bruce whispered into his ear. “Let me take care of you.”
He took his time working on Clark’s back, his hands sliding down the skin with practiced ease, smoothing out every tensed muscle. By the time he was nearly done, Clark felt light and relaxed, the stress of the day having melted away with the touch of Bruce’s fingers.
With the massage finished, Clark turned to lie on his back, pulling Bruce down on top of him. “Thank you,” he whispered against Bruce’s lips, sneaking his hands under Bruce’s hoodie, running them along his ribs.
Bruce visibly shivered, eyes closed and voice gravelly when he spoke. “The things you do to me, Kansas.”
“The feeling’s very much mutual, B,” said Clark, warmth spreading down his entire body.
They laid like that for a long time, and Clark was beginning to doze off when Bruce got off of him. He opened his eyes and propped himself halfway up on his elbows, watching as Bruce entered the kitchen.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, gesturing to the tiny dining table, where two plates loaded with food sat waiting. “Dinner’s long cold, but we could heat it up.”
Clark immediately tensed, dread clogging his throat. “Bruce, baby,” he began, swallowing nervously as he stood, keeping his distance. “You know I love you, right?”
“Yes?” said Bruce, brow arched in suspicion.
“But there is absolutely no way,” said Clark, shuddering at the very thought, “that I am ever putting anything you’ve made into my body. Not even Kryptonian physiology can withstand it. In fact, it’s probably classified as a biohazard.”
Bruce frowned. “My cooking isn’t that bad.”
Clark folded his arms over his chest. “Your tuna sandwich sent Tim to the hospital. They thought he’d been poisoned.”
“He was exaggerating,” Bruce insisted.
Clark just glared.
“Fine,” Bruce acquiesced with a long-suffering sigh. “It’s takeout from the new Italian place down the street, you ass.”
Clark laughed as he caught the napkin Bruce hurled at him. Maybe, he thought, this day wasn’t so bad after all.
Title: Flux Point
Author: butterflyslinky
Artists: comicArtistA and mashimero / @mashimero
Word Count: 25K
Rating: M
Pairings: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Continuity: No Specific Continuity
Summary:
Clark Kent returned from The War to an empty farm and too many ghosts.
Bruce Wayne is running from Gotham, and his ghosts follow him.
But maybe ghosts don’t have to come with sadness.
[read the fic | see comicArtistA’s art | see mashimero’s art on Tumblr or AO3 ]
Title: Catch a Falling Star
Author: @oneiroteuthis / architeuthis
Artists: @gg-kinko (Cheese_kun) | @mashimero (on AO3)
Word Count: 22k
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent
Continuity: DC Extended Universe
Summary: Bruce is in the middle of a stakeout when Clark returns from an offworld mission, full of ideas.
read the fic | mashimero’s art on AO3 | Kinko’s art on Tumblr
mashimero replied to your post “@susiecarter Alright friend, I went to the store and I got a...”
Let me know how New Super-Man goes! I'm interested in it, but have been waiting for more issues + reviews to come out before I start. Also, if you're interested in Jon Kent, keep an eye out for the Super-Sons title (supposed to be releasing in Sept, but I think it's been delayed).
Definitely! He’s a bully in issue 1, so I can’t wait for the character development.
