Humbly pitching for someone to turn tidbits from my works into comic strips as I lack the skills necessary and desperately need to know if the scenes play out as hilariously as they do in my head.
For your consideration, from my latest installation:
“So… what now?” Adrien asked, after the two caught their breath. Ladybug looked down at the handcuffs. “Well,” she began, tentatively. “If Chat Noir were here, he could help get these off…” Ladybug felt an unprecedented wave of courage wash over her as her next words formed in her mouth. “But I’m not entirely convinced that that’s necessary. I mean, I don’t need to wait around for my ‘true love’ when he’s right–” Ladybug lost her momentum as she watched Adrien’s face contort in bewilderment. A far too zealous chuckle escaped from her lips. “Aha! Just kidding!” she stammered. “What I meant to say was I don’t need Chat Noir to get us out of this! I mean, obviously I know what to do! I’ll get us out of these handcuffs and saveyourface… I mean, getyoutoasafeplaceLUCKYCHARM!” Ladybug threw her yo-yo in the air with her [handcuffed] arm, consequently smacking Adrien in the face with his own arm. She screamed on the inside. As bright light filled the room, a small object formed above her. It fell into her hands. Ladybug carefully examined it. Lip gloss. Her lucky charm was a tube of lip gloss. In her time, Ladybug had come up with many convoluted plans. She had a knack for finding ways to use things in ways they were not meant to be used. But with all of her usual boundless creativity, she could not come up with a novel use for lip gloss. As she looked around the room, her eyes kept landing on Adrien’s lips. “What is it?” Adrien asked. He was squinting and rubbing his head from where she smacked him. “NOTHING!” Ladybug threw it across the room. It hit the wall, clattered against the floor, and slowly rolled back towards them, stopping at Adrien’s feet. He stared at it.