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YOLO.exe - PART 1

> a Fatal_Error has Occurred Side Comic

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This is the beginning of a very fun interaction ;)

For those who may not know/remember, this is Fresh_Hell :D

It’s important to note that this is the first non-canon side comic I’ve started- this isn’t actually part of the canon story. It’s more of a fun ‘what if’ scenario to explore. Even though he probably actually never would, what if Fresh decided to possess Fatal_Error? What would happen next?

I have several ideas for comics like these, but I can’t start some until certain parts of the canon story have happened, or else they won’t make any sense, or might spoil something in the main comic before we get to it. The same can be said for the canon side comics too - it’s all about timing. So comics like these might pop up from time to time, and update as we go along.

But anywho I’m rambling ^^

Peace out, brahs <3

Fresh belongs to @loverofpiggies!

the greater good

pairing: Jason Todd x reader

prompt: based off of Lucius and his wife from The Incredibles; “honey, where’s my uniform?”

warnings: none that I can find:)

word count: 890

Just a short lil drabble to ease myself into writing and hopefully get rid of my writers block. This started out great and I was really confident in it but I have no idea what happened at the end lmao.

You hum quietly to yourself as you put on your earrings and move on to apply the last touch ups to your look. Tonight was date night for the first time in two months. It seems that between your day job and Jason’s night job you never got any time for yourselves, so you were quite excited for tonight.

From your spot by your makeup table in the bedroom you can hear Jason pacing the flor in your living room and speaking to someone—probably Roy or one of his brothers—on the phone. You can vaguely make out some of his words but you decide to pay no mind to it and focus on perfecting your lipstick instead. Suddenly the pacing stops and you hear him make his way down the hall to your room instead. “Yeah, Roy, just…just give me sec.” He appears at the doorway to your room, looking as dashing as ever in his suit and tie get up. He gives you cheeky little smile and you raise your brow at him in questioning manor.

Ignoring your gesture, Jason moves to your walk in closet and starts rummaging through the drawers. You sigh to yourself as you realize what he’s doing. “Baby—no not you Roy—Y/N where’s my uniform?” You put down your lipstick with a huff and place your elbow on the table with your chin in your palm. “What?” You ask.

“My uniform, I need it it’s an emergency.”

“I put it away,” you drawl back. Outside you hear shouting and the sound of sirens in the distance. Just another night in Gotham, you think bitterly to yourself as you lean back in your seat with crossed arms.

“You did what?” Jason shrieks before emerging just outside the walk in closet. His hair is tousled, with his jacket off and his shirt halfway unbuttoned. “Well where did you put it away?” He enquirers as he continues to work on the buttons of his shirt. “Why do you wanna know?” Outside, the side of sirens is getting more clear and Jason runs over to your window and glances out. “I need it, Y/N, it’s for the greater good,”

You feel your face heat up in anger. “The greater good? I’m your girlfriend, Jason Todd, I’m the greatest good you’ll ever have!” You shriek in anger.

Jason glances outside the window once more before signing and walking towards you. He kneels down text you and unfolds your arms and takes hold of your hands, rubbing small comforting circles on the back of them. “Alright, what’s this about?”

“It’s about how you’re always running off, doing the daring-do and we never get any time for ourselves! We’ve been planning this dinner for two months, Jason, two entire months!” You’re blinking back tears by the end of your rant and Jason gives you small sympathetic smile. He squeezes your hands and urges you to continue. “It’s just…I feel like I never see you anymore.” You mumble.

“I know it’s been hard baby and I’m so, so sorry.” He murmurs against your hands before pressing a small kiss to them. “I’ve been a terrible boyfriend haven’t I?” He jokingly says.

You let out a small giggle and Jason’s heart swells. “Not terrible, just busy,”

You both jump at was sounds like a faint gunshot, ringing from the distance and Jason immediately stands to cover your body. He looks down at you and sigh. You guess that the city and the people in it is actually more important than your date anyway. “Your uniform is in the bottom drawer in the bathroom, I’ll get the helmet,” Jason smiles apologetically at you and kisses your forehead before running off to the bathroom. You sit up and walk over to your disheveled walk in closet. Kneeling down you grab one of the shoeboxes stacked in the corner and open it. In it lies Jason’s helmet.

You stare at it for a while with furrowed brows and lips squeezed in a tight line. Last night when he came home from patrol and when he thought you were asleep, you had sneaked out to hide it. You knew that something like this would come up or that he’d see it and be tempted to put it on and go out to fight crime. In hindsight, you probably were a little selfish but you couldn’t really help yourself. After all, it did feel like your relationship was falling apart.

“Babe, do you have it?” Jason’s voice snaps you out of your train of thoughts and you hurriedly grab it and walk out of your room to the hall where Jason stands, fitted in his vigilante getup. You walk up to stand in front of him and extend your hands shakily with the helmet in your hands. Jason, noticing your discomfort, places his hands on top of your and looks into your eyes. “I’ll be fine, love,” he says and you search his eyes for any sign of nervousness or dishonesty but you find only love and reassurance. Your lips quirk up into a weak smile. “I know.”

Jason smiles, tangles a hand in your hair and presses a firm kiss to your forehead before grabbing the helmet out of your hands. “I’ll make sure to be home for dinner.”

*stares at hands* ok would I actually follow through writing that tho…


A few years back, I started writing/drawing a comic as a personal project. I shelved it early last year due to a mix of work/freelance getting complicated, and my general impression that a comic about being chill to people who are different was a little…hack.

(I know, I know. Look, 2016 was a different time.)

I started picking through some old designs, scripts, and page layouts, and I think I have a better (less preachy) angle, fresh eyes, and enough lovely, attractive, very nice followers scoping my work now that maybe people outside my immediate circle might dig it?

I guess the elevator pitch would be X-Men meets Daria by way of Studio Trigger. Expect to see more and more production sketches over the next few weeks.

Guys, please please PLEASE don’t do this.

Blizzard has ALWAYS said right at the beginning that the interactions in game are not canon to a particular storyline. That the in-game stuff aren’t canon interactions. The payloads aren’t canon. Standing on the points aren’t canon. This is nothing new. We knew this going in. 

Information divulged in them? Yes. 
They’re for our amusement. 
For laughs.
Or to get the theory gears rolling.
To INSPIRE us to create fan content.

They have retconned nothing. They are being wishy-washy about nothing.
They’re doing the exact same thing that we’re doing when when rp, make comics, write fics.

“What would these two characters say to each other if they met and had to work together?”

The added bonus is that they have the power to let us HEAR the things being said in their voices, and not just reading text.

We are, essentially, playing with action figures, as they put it. While the story of Overwatch happens in the comics and animations. (And maybe soon a story mode IN game once they settle on how best to do it with the current mechanics.)

This game isn’t even a year old and the fandom already has a huge stink cloud over it that are pushing people away and making them disinterested in the game

Can we please.
For once.
Let creators create and have fun without throwing tantrums?
If you want to see your favs talk to each other in game y’all need to chill the fuck out because at this rate they’ll just STOP putting in new lines and interactions, because it won’t be fun for them coming up with stuff and they’ll just think they’ll make people angry anyways. 

One of the reasons why Metzen left Blizz was because he was getting panic attacks from the anxiety of wanting to please Blizz players all the time.

So can we please.
Before we lose out on new interactions content because they feel like it’s not worth it.


A messy little comic where Yuri finds out he’s really dumb.

Part 1/Part 7/Part 9

Guys… I said this was the last part but i was so wrong… get ready for the gay in part 9 (aka the end)

Glad to see other Comic Book Writers are also super leery of Nick ‘Imma Make Captain America a Nazi’ Spencer. 


Shiro will punch a ghost in the face, he doesn’t give a [kid-friendly space expletive].

Yet another piece for my Voltron paranormal investigator AU! Check it out here!