Hey dudes! First of all, I wanna give a huge welcome to all the new followers I’ve gotten since… well jeeze, forever ago it seems!
For any of you wondering what’s with this massive inactivity surge recently, I’ve been inundated at work, and the PRT is up and coming, so most of my free time has been spent hitting the gym HARD with @djkvesper immediately after work. Good news is it’s paying dividends! Bad news is, the little free time I have at the end of the day has been going to working on my Scaramouche cosplay and spending time with @djkvesper and as such I have had pretty much zero time to get on my main computer, let alone work on comics and art.
It’s looking like another two weeks of this pace in my life at the very least, but I will continue trying to schedule art streams when I can spare the sleep, and am working especially hard to try to finish out my Gaster Origins fancomic, Seems Very Interesting.
Funny bit? I stayed up late tonight attempting to finish panels that I thought would complete the next update! Turns out I actually needed to draw some gap-fillers from the previous update to lead to the panels that I finished completely… TLDR: I have part 54 finished, but not part 53. Here are a couple of panels from 54 as a consolation!
Anyhoo, thanks again for sticking around and hope to see you guys at a few streams!
P.S. HOW ABOUT THAT SAMURAI JACK SEASON 5?! SO GOOD!!
So I was going to hold off on posting this, but...
…we seem to be in desperate need of some Fitzsimmons lately, so here’s some minor angst that becomes like ridiculous fluff.
AND LET ME JUST SAY THIS NOW: I know trauma doesn’t just disappear or heal in matter of days (and honestly, it probably doesn’t even here, it’s just swept under the rug a bit), but let’s be real, this show has never been great at acknowledging trauma. This is really just a way I’d like to possibly see the season end (not that I think we’ll actually be this lucky, like ever), so I’m writing it their way, skimming over the aftermath to get back to the action, as it were.
Okay, with that all out of the way, here’s some major Fitzsimmons post-Framework fluff. Enjoy!
He was exactly where she’d thought he’d be, exactly as she’d
feared; one step into their bunk, and Jemma sighed softly at the sight of Fitz
curled up on the far edge of their bed, his shoulders hunched and his back to
her. The weight he unfairly carried on his shoulders seemed to weigh on him
physically, dragging him down and making him utterly miserable, and Jemma fought back the surge of anger that flared
hotly in her chest – anger at the cause of all of this, no matter how just, was
not what he needed just then.
With that in mind, Jemma softly closed the door behind her,
crossing the small space to perch on the end of the bed. “Fitz?” she prompted
His shoulders rose and fell on a heavy sigh, and Jemma’s
heart ached at the brokenness clear in the single sound. She scooted across the
bed until she was right behind him and carefully laid a hand on his shoulder.
He tensed slightly at the touch, but didn’t shrug it off or pull away, and
taking that as a good sign, she cautiously leaned forward to rest her cheek
against his back, between his shoulder blades.
As her arms looped around his midsection to hold him to her,
she whispered soothingly, “It’ll be alright, Fitz, we’ll make it alright.”
Keep your head up Shoot the clouds down Throw it all in Break your own ground And if you’re gonna make a mess make it loud And if you’re gonna take a stand, stand out Life is our game We can go play Shake up the rules Don’t be afraid And if you’re gonna make a mess make it loud And if you’re gonna take a stand, stand out Stand out