Requesting you redraw a scene from Riddler: Year One of your choosing, perchance?☺️ I love your art style!
I chose the first two panels from the anxiety attack scene in issue one!! I really, really adore this scene. Him being an insomniac because of his mind never slowing up, causing him to have medical anxiety because his headache could be a brain tumor that he'd never be able to afford the treatment for in a lifetime, it was just so humanizing. I really wanted to hug him, because I know how miserable it is to feel so trapped in your own body and mind. Anyways :3 hopefully I did the panel justice!
Do you think Edward Nashton would stand up for/protect his trans coworker who was getting shit from other people in the accounting firm? Zach, from the comics, comes to mind as the type of douche who'd do this.
Edward would try. A quiet comment that springs to life from nowhere, confidence that rises above the tide of his usual monotone shades:
"How would you like it if I- if you were in the wrong body, and- and I never—"
The attention redirects, but now it's both of you.
"You two pansy boys? Is that what you are, rainman? You wear women's clothes, huh?"
He's not a pansy! He's... he's not rainman. He has failed.
"Quit playin' pretend and grow up already."
It rattles around the abyss of his mind like a chrome marble against vinyl, breaking malicious grooves into the smooth.
Edward always fails. He never knows what to do when he fails, and he always lands back on silence where his stutter springs - has sprang - is sprung.
Suddenly, he cannot speak.
Someone makes an incredulous 'told you so' noise — tch, a turn of head to another. Some bet about him that he wasn't aware of has concluded, and they've won out on his silence.
It is as if his voice has been robbed from him. It won't come out. This always happened when he was little - like he'd grown wrong, or too late, maybe. Came into the world sideways, just like he'll exit it.
Edward takes a deep breath in and tries. His expression darkens, and he tries again, and all that comes out is breath. Raucous staring is the firing pin of shame, regret, rejection.
His eyes burn. He turns his head down, mouth twisting, fists clenching. He is reminded of times he's felt powerless.
He's drowning.
Suddenly, suddenly, he wishes he was unseen again. Quiet, invisible Edward, who takes his ability to slip by unnoticed for granted. Why did he say anything at all? He probably made it so much worse for you.
He'll go home and punish himself both for trying (and caring, stupid, stupid, stupid - what is he getting out of it, huh?) and for failing (the children are so mad, mad, mad, mad - he can never do right by them, never ever ever, and he must ride 'til dawn crests with this gnawing guilt just to see the face of it walk in again tomorrow... will his coworkers forget?).
The next morning, you offer him an early bird cigarette, and he takes it.
The backstory they have is they are part of another Hylics oc, Dante's party and wear a meat mech in present day bc of Afterlife bullshit. But I cant be assed to design that form yet. Anyway
🔺 Ensemble contre le Harcèlement Scolaire : Nicola participera ce dimanche à une soirée contre le harcèlement scolaire organisée par Tryo, et diffusée sur leurs réseaux à partir de 18h (Nicola interviendra vers 20h).
