#wingverse

Happy Birthday to the spooky menace. Looks like someone got dibs on bestowing him with birthday kisses. 👀

I had this sitting on my desk for nearly a year and managed to finish it just in time for today. :)

Forgive the weird coloring, I accidentally spilled water on my desk a few days ago and had to rescue my drawings from damage. 🥲

She was getting used to them. Slowly. Trying to figure out what was going on. She knew she could touch people now, and the amount of sensation she was starting to have in the stone was edging towards alarming, every day there was more feeling and less static. And they weren't as heavy as stone, she wasn't being yanked back all the time. But saving the world wouldn't wait. She was hunched over a terminal, rewiring it, keeping her movements minimal. That was the other issue. The wings made her so visible.

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Mitch is the one who catches him in the locker room, wings outstretched as he tries to contort his body to reach the molting pigeon feathers between his shoulder blades. John sighs. He really should have waited to do this at home, but the itch was just too unbearable.

“Matty? You still in here? Did I leave my- oh.” Mitch stops short when he sees him. Not that it’s unusual for guys to have their wings out in the locker room or anything, but John had been keeping his stowed away for a reason. 

He clears his throat. “Auston already left. Is there something I can help you find?”

Mitch blinks and shakes his head as if he just realized he’d been staring. “Oh! Uh, no no, it’s cool, I just thought maybe I’d left my phone charger in his bag but it can wait until next practice; I mean, I have extras and stuff.” He bites his lip, a move John’s come to realize as Mitch trying to stop himself from rambling.

There’s a beat of silence before they both start talking at once.

“It’s okay to-”

“I could help if-”

They both pause. John hasn’t let anyone touch his wings since… Well. He hasn’t had anyone touch his wings in a long time. And yet Mitch looks so hopeful, and the itch of new feathers isn’t going to just go away.

Mitch seems to realize he’s crossed a line and starts to back away. “Sorry, sorry, I’ll just-”

Hello, hello, it’s been a while since I last drew the spooky man. Sadly, I had been too busy to post this by Halloween.

Explanation of my Scarecrow attire design ahead.

1st image: I added knee pads because falling down is painful and health insurance is nonexistent.

2nd image: This mask design is me embracing my skin imperfections.

Severe facial eczema? The perfect inspiration for a patchwork pattern. Scars near the eyebrow and eye? One mouth corner is more slanted downwards? Add those in as stitches.

3rd image: Jonathan’s gas mask without the attached filters because I want to show off the skull design. The mouth slits also double as a voice amplifier.

“Would you like to keep me company while I read, Malpense?”

“Caw.”

I’m two days late but happy Father’s Day to Jonathan Crane, best crow dad to my five shapeshifting crow OCs that I took away from another OC, haha.