Kristothy Dreemurr

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

To the Person Who Asked If I Was OK

But Death is an abstract thing, and it's reach is really limited to around those with a good understanding or connection to it.

Enter Danny Fenton entering Gotham for a fieldtrip.

Every single time the Joker is near Fenton, every fucking time, lethal accidents happen.

No one is hurt, except the Joker.

He's convinced that this kids a meta and his power is Bad Luck.

Danny's convinced the Joker is an idiot who has no situational awareness.

Why not?

Danny meeting Joker again and his face lit up in a sunshine smile slurping mini-juice for kids with and an anti-creep stick on the other hand, giving his juice to his friends and just: "Oh! You're that guy that Death wants! Your extended Life Warranty has long since expired. Guess, I gotta help"

He’d had his goons snag the blue eyed, black haired brat who had spotted the kryptonite at the museum and taken a large step back. Really, could the kid have been more obviously a Superbrat?

He was videotaping this for posterity, he decided as his sick grin continued to grow more sinister.

“Wakey wakey, little bluebird,” he crooned off camera, poking at the lad with his crowbar.

“Ol’ Lexus lost this pretty green rock to me in a card game and I thought I would show you.”

The kid’s eyes opened, looking around in confusion before landing on the Joker.

Joker let out a cackled exclamation of “That’s more like it!” Before turning his back on the boy to speak into the camera.

“Hello, boys and girls! I would just LOVE to introduce you to my guest, but I feel like he’s just the show opener. I’m putting a greeting out there and inviting Superman to come visit us while we’re taping. I just know it would KILL his kiddo over here not to meet such a hero. And Batsy? Stay out of it and keep your brats away or he’ll be eating a shiny green bullet.”

A little bit of squirming behind him suggested the young man was trying to break through the ropes.

“You’re not getting through that lovely twine, me boyo. I soaked it in a kryptonite bath. Honestly I would think you’d be whimpering in pain, but you might be feeling a little too lightheaded. Still, please at least ATTEMPT to put on a show. I’d hate for you to get canceled early.” He let out his maniacal hoots of laughter.

When no sound came, he made a big production of getting a better grip on his crowbar. “Alright, kid. I tried to give you a little advice, one old pro to a new kid. Let’s see you put it into play,” Joker spun to face his captive, only to pause in confusion as he spotted the empty chair.

“No way the Guano crew was so fast. ExCUSE ME!” He shouted to a nearby henchman, “Did you forget my Very Important Note about soaking the ropes?” In annoyance, he shot the henchman, grumbling. “Just can’t get good help around here. Oh well, I guess it’s true what they say: if you want a job done right, better do it yourself.”

He turned to face the camera really quickly and held up his finger in the “one moment please” gesture. “We’re experiencing some technical difficulties. As in, technically my hostage is trying to escape; bad form, really.”

Unnoticed by him, a boy stood on the ceiling, black hair floating around like he was underwater and eyes shifting from icy blue to toxic green as an unholy grin shown down.

A voice, disembodied and creepy, came simultaneously from all corners of the warehouse.

“Oh Joker, you should have picked up that call about extending your warranty and insurance. Oh well, hindsight’s 20/20.” The voice was underscored by the mocking whispers of the voices of Joker’s victims. Too many to single out anyone, just as there were suddenly too many shadows filling the building.

A staticky sound filled the room, and when the camera settled down, Joker spun and saw the boy standing in the middle of the room, looking completely innocent.

“Oh THERE you are. I was just going to show you the neat Little Rock I got from Ol’ Sexy Lexy. Think fast,” he smirked and tossed the rock like he would a set of car keys. He clearly expected it to make the boy scream and collapse weakly.

Instead, the boy’s eyes lit up, seeming to be filled with an inner fire. “Don’t mind if I do,” he cheered… before biting into the toxic stone like it was a candy bar.

“Oh come ON!” Joker whined in protest, “why can’t I have One Good Thing in my life! If nothin’ else, that canNOT be good for your teeth.”

“My teeth are the least of your worries, Joker. I have been asked to tell you; you should feel flattered. Death sent the Ghost King to personally escort you to your trial.”

With those words, the shadowed room suddenly became jet black and Joker let out an ungodly shriek when he saw the eyes still glowing in the pitch black room like they belonged the Cheshire Cat.

“I thought I was crazy, but you’re certifiable!” Came Joker’s terrified whimper.

An evil smile could be heard in the last voice of warning. “But Joker, didn’t you know? We’re all mad here!”

Then the glowing eyes were extinguished like someone had turned off a flashlight.

bigboy progress continues. I have begun Arm One

phm cursors in the works...

BISEXUALS GROW FROM THE GROUND

Don’t ever hug a lobster when you see one on the street,

For decorum is essential when a lobster you must greet.

You may comment on the weather, compliment his choice of hat,

But crustaceans like their space if one should stop them for a chat.

Don’t ever hug a lobster when you’re strolling down the coast,

Simply nod and give a greeting, or a handshake at the most,

For a lobster’s first priority is formal social graces,

And one seemes over-familiar if a lobster one embraces.

Don’t ever hug a lobster when you meet one in the sea,

For a lobster’s spines and chitin make it difficult, you see,

And he might become self-conscious if you bring that fact to light,

I wanted the birds to look like they were actually in the space so first thing after doing the draft was to do a lighting study

after that I covered the walls in letters in lieu of a projector/vr headset bc i have neither of those :) Then i take a picture of the section of wall and superimpose the lineart over top of it so I can pencil in the lines

et voila

GIVE IT UP FOR BIRD NUMBUH 5, THE CANADIAN GOOSE, Branta canadensis!!!!

bird 5/14, Bluejay, Cyanocitta cristata

birds 6 and 7: American Goldfinch, Spinus tristis, male and female

BIRD NUMBER 8, (yellow shafted) NORTHERN FLICKERRRRR, Colaptes auratus

genuinely made me start questioning my sanity around day 3, it's half the size the of the goose, WHY did it take me 4 days to finish??

Bird number 9: Red-tailed hawk, Buteo jamaicensis

my chains are broken i am FREE. although i did have a great deal of fun with this, the barring on the wings itself took me like four days and i am READY to move on

this was a week and a half of continuous work so please excuse me for getting a little emotional in the bg 🙏

BIRD NUMBER 10!!! The Male Mallard Duck, Anas platyrhynchos

the male and female ones are gonna be posted separately bc they're taking a lot longer lol but yea! super happy i was able to capture the iridescent green of the head, i found metallic green and blue paint at a craft store that really made his head POP. it looks better in person i promise

ALSO!! As this is the 10th one, BIG announcement. The end is in sight!!!!! I plan to finish within the next 3 weeks and there will be a small dedication ceremony/ unveiling happening at the library to commemorate its completion on the 16th of May. If you live in the Western New York region and want to check it out for yourself shoot me a dm!

aaaand another one bites the duck,

we're movin right along with bird numero 11!! The lady Mallard!! Anas platyrhyncos

power couple that they are, here's bird number 12 and 13,

the Northern Cardinals, Cardinalis cardinalis

and NOW that they are complete, ITS GO TIME, in the next five days (library's closed for mother's day 😭😭) i need to have the GBH fully rendered, the names of the birds vectored, weeded, masked, applied to the wall, and then painted, plus additional cattails throughout. I may be able to get away with just getting the GBH done in time for the unveiling and then just have the names and cattails added later, but i'm gonna really try to get it all done in time. BUT, i have a plan. Part of why i take so long on these is because i really am just figuring it out as I do it lmao. there have been many a time where i am sitting on top of the ladder googling "how to paint birds" but I think if i take the time tomorro to do all that figuring out how to approach it beforehand, this will go a lot faster. I may also recruit some of my artist friends to help with the placing of the names... hrmm we'll see.

Anyways, shout out to the librarian who tracked down exactly the thing i needed so i could figure out where to place the highlights in my birds eyes, ur the real mvp

Bird number 14 out of 14,

The Great blue heron, Ardea herodius

thank you to everyone who reached out or got excited about this project, it genuinely gave me the fuel i needed to keep going. In total, the 480+ total hrs it took me to cover this wall pales in comparison to how long its expected to spend on there, hopefully imparting a sense of beauty and love for the natural world to the next generation and here's hoping i'm only getting started with these.

Heres some more Project Hail Mary comics, just for fun!

Its a long way to Erid so like they got alot of time to do whatever, i think theyd have to talk about pokemon at SOME point at least! XD

They want total control over you. Not just trans people. Not just queer people. You. Everyone.

Trans people are just a scapegoat. They want total control over everyone's self expression. They want the right to mold you into their perfect little cog in their dehumanizing machine.