I haven’t posted any art in a while, but my life has recently been taken over my BNHA so here, have a magical girl Eraserhead. This is @blithefool‘s fault.
WIP, might finish coloring and post the finished version someday.
On October 3, the mutant called Shatterstar decides to go it alone.
A gladiator, a warrior, and a Super Hero…Shatterstar has been many different things, but throughout it all, he’s always been deadly. This fall, enter the darkness with SHATTERSTAR #1!
Midnight: Mic, what’s up?
Present Mic: Nothing but the ceiling, baby.
Midnight: [laughs] Good one!
Present Mic, to Aizawa: See, she thinks I’m funny.
Aizawa: Statistically, I suppose someone has to.
Kitty: You’re smiling. Did something good happen?
Wolverine: I can’t just smile because I feel like it?
Rogue: Scott tripped and fell on the landing strip.
Brooklyn Nine Nine and Marvel crossovers are like MY DREAM
PLEASE
Oh my GOD. PLEASE PLEASE
OK NO BUT IMAGINE:
Captain Holt: Do you find your job consists of shepherding a variety of eccentric toddlers in the vague direction of justice?
Nick Fury: HELL yes.
Captain Holt: Then it’s agreed: our teams should never socialise. Pure policework, nothing else.
Nick Fury: [peering through a crack in the blinds as Jake takes a selfie with Hawkeye] That might prove difficult.
–
Rosa: So. Spill. What’s the coolest thing you ever used to kill a guy?
Black Widow: Well, this one time in Moscow, I –
Captain Holt: THERE WILL BE NO COLLUDING IN MY PRECINCT!
–
Thor: My friend, it doesn’t matter the strength in your muscles, though I’ll grant that they’re impressive. Only the worthy can lift Mjolnir.
Terry: Oh, I’m worthy! You wanna know how worthy I am? Hitchcock and Scully stole my last mango yoghurt, and I haven’t beaten them to death with a chair leg!
–
Amy: Not to alarm anyone, but I think Gina just dragged Tony Stark into a supply closet.
Rosa: Nice.
Captain Holt: Oh dear god in Heaven.
Nick Fury: Gina is… your secretary?
Captain Holt: Ostensibly, yes.
Nick Fury: The one who called me Eyepatch when we first came in, then asked if I’d ever considered managing a dance troop?
Captain Holt: That would be the one.
Nick Fury [stares at supply closet]: Assuming they make it out alive, I’ll trade you him for her.
Captain Holt: Back off, Eyepatch.
Nick Fury: Worth a shot.
–
Bruce: So, uh. You work here?
Amy: Yes.
Bruce: Voluntarily?
Amy: Yes.
Bruce [gesturing at the chaos of the precinct]: Like this?
Amy [sighing]: Yes.
Bruce: I know exactly what you mean.
Jake, yelling from off: HEY AMY, I JUST CHALLENGED THOR TO A JIMMY JABS LIGHTNING ROUND! WANNA COME CHEER ME ON?
Amy: Oh god.
Jake, still off: LIGHTNING ROUND, GET IT? BECAUSE HE’S THE GOD OF THUNDER?
Bruce: You, uh. Said something about some new binders?
Amy: Come this way. Walk fast, and don’t make eye contact.
–
Boyle [talking animatedly]: – and that’s my second favourite recipe for pannacotta, although I gotta say, sometimes it’s only my third because – are you sure you wanna hear this?
Hawkeye [with his hearing aids out, nodding cheerfully]: Please, continue!
For a long moment, the inside of the car was silent except for the sound of a burger wrapper.
Nightwing started to take a bite, then stopped with a sigh.
Even he could not pretend that this was normal.
“What is she doing here?” he asked finally.
“I’m helpin’,” Harley said, somehow managing to say it quite clearly even though her lips never touched. Her lipstick was a dark matte, and getting a dark matte just right required surgical precision that she could somehow still manage in the back of a moving vehicle without any lights.
“Why, though.”
“In case he needs backup!”
“That’s why I’m here,” Nightwing pointed out.
“Sure,” she said, somehow making the word sound entirely composed of vowels, snapping her compact shut. “Now.”
Nightwing sighed. “I was ten minutes late.” He looked to Batman, who said nothing. “Ten minutes.”
“A lot can happen in ten minutes,” Harley said, primly putting her things back into her bag.
Batman still said nothing, but tilted his head just enough and just long enough that Nightwing knew he was looking pointedly at his fries.
“I’m not apologizing for the fact that I wanted real food,” Nightwing said. He turned around in his seat to look back at Harley. “Have you seen his little protein shake things?
“They’re his robo-fuel!”
“You know he’s not a robot.”
“Yeah, I know that.”
Harley and Nightwing both looked at Batman. Nightwing turned back around in his seat. “I had a busy day, I didn’t have time to eat, so I got some food. It was a totally reasonable thing to do.”
“What’s even your day job?” Harley wondered. “Y’ain’t gettin’ paid for this.” Then she gasped. “Are ya in college now?” she asked, delighted.
“He dropped out,” Batman said before Nightwing could respond.
Harley gasped even louder.
“Now, wait a minute,” Nightwing began, before Harley interrupted by cuffing his ear. “Ow! Harley!”
“That’s Dr. Harley to you, young man.” She looked to Batman. “Tell him he has to go back to school.”
“He’s an adult now,” Batman said. “He can do what he wants.”
Harley narrowed her eyes at Nightwing. “Is that why ya had that mullet?”
“It was not a mullet–”
“Is this what youthful rebellion looks like when a dork tries to do it?”
“You’d know better than I would,” Batman said.
“Hey!” She backhanded his shoulder, then sighed. “I guess I did go to med school.” She reached over Nightwing’s shoulder to grab a fry. “But I also did a lot of coke.”
Nightwing, mid-sip, choked on his iced tea.
“A looooot of coke,” she added, chewing. “In retrospect I was prolly self-medicatin’.” She put a hand on Nightwing’s shoulder. “Not that that makes it okay,” she said. “Listen to your Aunt Harley. Don’t do coke.”
“Yes, Dr. Aunt Harley.”
“If ya needed money for school, ya coulda called me,” she said.
“You don’t have any money.”
“I can get money.” She paused. “An’ I’m real good at gettin’ scholarships.”
“You’re a genius,” Batman reminded her, managing to make the statement of fact sound not at all complimentary.
“That did help,” she agreed.
“Why is she actually here?” Nightwing asked.
“She has some leads on Crane.”
“I’ve been tryin’ to find him so we can have a nice talk about medical ethics,” she said with a grin.
“She wants to cave his skull in with a giant hammer,” Batman corrected.
“An’ you’re gonna try an’ stop me!” she agreed, still just as cheerful. She leaned forward to drape her arms over the headrest of both front seats. “We’re gonna have so much fun.”
A Beautiful Monster 