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fipindustries · 3 years

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list of comics i made so far

i already shared the list of all the novels i tried to write throughout my llife so i see no reason why not to do the same with the comics i tried to work on. no i should clarify, with my lists of novels there was a clear cut distinction between what was a novel and a short story so to parse one from the other was an easy task. it should be known that i wrote hundreds of shorts stories that i havent shared with anyone. now a similar situation occurs with my comics, i have done hundreds upon hundreds of little comics, short jokes, little skits and short lived strips through my life, so in order to give this list some weight and not make it longer than the bible the criteria i used was that it had to be something i did on a regular basis or that tells a self contained story with a beggining middle and end.

now without further ado, lets begin!

spike Vanderville (age 7)

you can tell i was way more into comics than i was into novels from a young age. done with pen and folded paper, it was the story about a young kid called spike, whose design was heavily inspired by bradley from sticking around, who had magical powers which allowed him to manipulate reality. it was a mix of harry potter and a series of illustrates short stories that came in a magazine in argentina. his best friend was a scarecrow with a pumpkin head that he had brought to life, his archnemesis was a fat bully.

curiously enough i was so passionate about this project even though i had no idea what i was doing and no talent that i actually did like three full colored issues of it. my family was really proud of me. sadly those comics are completly lost to time

andrew and the monkey (age 10)

this was the classical story about a boy and his best friend the talking animal. one page comedy strips done in pen and paper. nothing too clever, just a way for me to try lame jokes mostly stolen from spongebob squarepants. not much else to it. i tried to do like a revamp in 2014 but it was short lived, as you can see the jokes didnt get any less lame

FIP industries (age 17)

mostly done in digital. yes as you can see fip is something that has followed me my whole life in quite the variety of mediums. there were as a matter of fact multiple attempts to make this comic a real thing but time and again they would peter off as i saw that my skill was just not up to the task. i think i have talked more than enough about fip industries on this blog, one interesting thing is that if you follow the link you will come across a lot of proto ideas that i had before they cemented and took their definite shape in the novel (and even after the novel i kept retconning and retooling things over and over again, fip industries is an ongoing thing that will probably last my entire lifetime)

Disregarding Reality I (age 20)

the first iteration of disregarding reality, a humorous strip done in pencil and paper, a fairly short lived affair, lasting no more than 3 months. the entire premise of the comic was an MRA activist and a feminist live together, they are friends, they argue a lot. remember 2013 guys? back when this whole politics bullshit truly kicked off online? this was before gamer gate, mind you. but by that point i had seen more than enough of it on tumblr and i was like “someone should do some scathing commentary with wit and penache” and that someone had to be me. mainly inspired by commics like f@nboys and el goonish hive and a thousand billion others that were so popular back in those halcyon days.

i got bored of it pretty quickly and it wouldnt be until three years later than i would finally decide to re-start the project but until then...

Strangers in the forest (age 21)

here comes a rather productive era in my ouvre, ink and paper, based on a short story i wrote, its about an eldritch monster pretending to be human and a ghost girl, killed by her father. they have a dispute because the monster wants to eat the corpse of the girl but the ghost doesnt want to give up her bones because its the one thing that tethers her to the mortal plane. they eventually resolve their dispute. by this point i was actually, unironically trying my best to do comics which i felt looked professional.

Song of a nightmare (age 21)

another one based on a short story i wrote. ink and paper, a private detective wakes up in the middle of the night and sees a mermaid lying in bed next to him. he spends most of the comic trying to figure out how the hell is this possible. still one of my favourite ones and certainly one of my family’s and friends favourites as well. a rather poetic tale, strongly inspired by argentinian fiction and their propensity towards magical realism, i was reading a lot of cortazar back then.

Aika (age 21)

as you can tell i was on a fucking roll that year. ink and paper, this was a story based upon a simple and basic idea that i had in my mind for years and years. i always liked the concept behind the movie “the kid” where bruce willis mysteriously comes across himself as a kid. so of course one day i came up with the idea, what if you recieved a visit from your future self... but she was a woman?

this is probably the most aggresively trans story i ever wrote in my life, it is literally about a guy realizing they are trans and breaking down over it. here is the giant kicker, i did not realize at all what i was doing. i was completly unaware of what was going on here, i was still deep deep in the closet and not even realizing i was there. it really is astounding the honesty and the rawness with which i wrote this comic and it went all over my head. a perfect example of “im such a great ally lol”

oh also there is time travel i guess. my main impetus (beyond whatever my subconcious was forcing me to do) was my desire to make a complete clusterfuck of a story, i was a huge fan of homestuck, i had read fleek and demon, i wanted to do my own take on a hypercomplicated time travel puzzle plot. other things came out on top of it but i didnt noticed them. fucking hilarious

Hello Agatha (age 21)

a comedic strip about a wacky pixie dream girl having wacky adventures with her wacky friends, one of which is a man with a toilet for a head. what a gut buster, what a knee slapper!

there is not much to say about this one, wacky surreal comedy was always my favourite and so time and again i would try my hand at it but it is surprisingly hard to do!

The /co/ ventures! (age 20 - age25)

an ongoing project done in multiple mediums. i think i said more than enough about this in here and here. it was me practiscing comics, practiscing my humor and adding my tiny grain of sand to the 4chan culture. i am proud to say these comics were actually very well liked there and that i would be recognized without a name or signature of any kind, just on the strength of my style.

the vest kind of madness (age 22)

probably one of the projects in which i put the biggest amount of effort to make it look professional. traditional inks and digital colors. a crossover that i cant believe never happened in comics considering how obvious it is. Rac Shade, the changing man and delirium of the endless, the two flagship vertigo characters associated with madness. clearly a match made in heaven.

to this day im flabbergasted i seem to be the only one to think of this.

Disregarding Reality II (age 23)

another work where i have already spilled rivers of bytes explaining my thought process behind it. after having a no good, terrible, very bad day, finding my self aimless and without purpose, deep in denial and depression, i decided to give my self a big project to have something to get me out of bed every day. these three guys came from the depths of my mind to save me.

this time leaning a lot more on silly humor and surrealism than political commentary, still insanely proud of how much i managed to make this last, almost three years, well over 200 pages! and in here i found the inspiration and the creative energy to tackle all sorts of diverse projects of which we are about to see all about.

Mama Bird (age 24)

my masterpiece.

by far the best comic i ever did. a kid with a bird for a mom. hilarious, touching, heartbreaking. it was a concept that i had come up with when i was 21. back then it was supposed to be exclusively a humorous comic strip but then i found a dramatic angle for the story and that was when everything clicked into place. that was when i realized this was a comic i had to do. and i did it. it took me five months but it was well worth it. still insanely proud of this one

Soft boys (age 25)

a weird experimental little story where i decided to sit down and deconstruct one of the most popular superpowers. super elasticity. more akin to me just mashing my toys against each other than me trying to tell a serious story. i am actually really happy with some of the art here and some of the sequences presented. particularly the final one where a brick joke twenty pages in the making finally pays off.

Hexen Snatch (age 25)

a semi spinoff to my novel FIP industries, we focus on a side character that managed to survive after the events of the novel and how they’ll manage to survive further beyond that. insanely soaked by the magical world of pact by widbow i wanted desperatly to share my own take on magic, every page is accompanied by a little text where i expand upon the lore and the way magic is supposed to work on this world. i really like the prose on those snippets and the ideas they work almost more that the comic itself with which i was not happy at all when i was working on it. i didnt like the character design, i didnt like how the art in general was coming out, i didnt like the pacing of the story or how superficially we were getting to expore this world in the comic proper. i had to take a very long hiatus just to accumulate the will to finish the comic and once i did i feel it really petered off without much of a satisfying payoff.

on some level i blame the exhaustion and frustration that i came out of this comic with for the fact that i ended up quitting disregarding reality soon afterwards.

Maxplosive (age 26)

another project that has followed me across multiple mediums. came up with an idea for a videogame back in 2015. saved it on the back pocket for a while, used it as a story within a story on my novel fan.tastic, practisced a couple of animations with the characters and eventually decided that, if my skills at videogame making were not enough, i had at least more than poven myself as a comic artist so maybe that was the definitive medium in which this idea would have to exist.

the original idea was to tell the story in two parts, the first half would introduce the character and the videogame as if the comic was a playthrough of the game. all fun and childlike and innocent. then the second half was meant to explore the life of the main character as an adult, how being “a videogame protagonist” had ruined her body, her mental health and her life. i tried all sorts of weird stuff with the format here, using reciclable assets, static camera angles and generally presenting the whole thing as if it was a videogame.

sadly the project got too big for my breaches, i was fucking exhausted back then, swamped with a bunch of other projects, my job, other responsabilities, unsatisfied with the story and with no idea where to take it. eventually i got tired, decided to skip a day, then the day became a week and then the week became a month and by then i had to face the facts, i was just no longer able to continue the comic. and so i quit not only maxplosive but disregarding reality all together.

i still did the occasional comic here and then but it wouldnt be until the very end of 20-fucking-20 that i was finally inspired to tackle a new project, my newest one, my last one....

Lapsarian (age 27)

an interesting experiment, i decided to do the whole comic in one sit and then post it chapter by chapter on a weekly basis. a surprising result of this was that i managed to do in one month the same amoung of pages that would have taken me 5 months back when i started disregarding reality, is good to see that after al this time i still got it.

took me a while to get the hang of it again and find my own style once more but once i armed up it was smooth sailing for 40 pages all the way to the end. but what is this comic even about?

its... weird, with full disclosure and no shame, it is mostly a fetish story about big lizard creatures commiting vore. the milkman had already shown me that i could do those types of stories and no lighting would come from the heavens to strike me down so i said, why not as a comic? i like to think that beyond the fetish content it is still a decent story in its own right, an interesting feedback that i got from this is that people are suprised how earnest it is, one saying something like “this is the best pitch for a fetish that i was never interested in”

Conclussion:

looking back on this im surprised, turns out i was a lot more prolific and working a lot more regularly than i expected, in here are documented ten years of creative output that never seems to wane. it was fun to do the roundabout trip and see how my style, my technice and generally my work ethic evolved through the years. another nice thing to see is the multiple formats, the multiple tools and mediums i experimented with, i find myself constantly trying new things, new methods, new angles, new interesting ideas for how to make a comic (without even getting into what to make a comic about).

something i always knew about myself was that drawing is a fundamental part of who i am, it is something that just cant be taken away from me and that will always be a part of my life one way or the other, is good to see it so plainly, in black and white, on this list. here goes for what i might be able to do in the future

#art #writing #fip living life

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valcain · 7 years

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kiss it better // inuyasha

2 things. FIRST and MOST IMPORTANTLY!! THIS IS A LATE BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR MY DEAR FRIEND @kagomehigurashi YOU ARE THE SWEETEST ANGEL TO WALK ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH AND I HOPE THIS NEXT YEAR TREATS YOU WELL AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS (and that this does the childhood friends to lovers trope justice!! <3)

second thing - i havent written anything, especially kagkik, in AGES so… keep that in mind while reading.

Kagome learns to kiss with her best friend.

She’s twelve, Kikyo is twelve and a half, already taller, always prettier - according to the boys who live on their block.

‘But I’m not,’ Kikyo had said, mystified, after the boys cycled away. Kagome laughed.

‘Yes you are, silly.’ she reaches over and tugs on a lock of Kikyo’s hair. ‘You’re so… shiny.’

Kikyo, always stubborn - but softer so back then - shakes her head.

‘They’re wrong,’ she promises, looking so solemn Kagome just has to reach over and poke her side, in the exact spot she knows is ticklish. Kikyo swats her away, but Kagome is determined, and they end up rolling over grass, forgetting the argument entirely. For the time being, at least.

Kikyo remains adamant that Kagome was the pretty one over the years, and Kagome didn’t push the point - as far as she was concerned, Kikyo was the most beautiful person on the planet, but Kikyo was so insistent she kept that little thought to herself.

It was after one of those half-hearted arguments that the kiss happened. They were sitting under the big tree in Kagome’s back yard, Kikyo’s book still open on her lap where she’s been reading it before they started talking. Kagome shrugs.

‘Beauty is subjective, anyway,’ she says, parroting her teacher from the other week. ‘So everyone can think what they want to. but I mean, you’ve already had your first kiss and I -‘

‘I haven’t’ Kikyo interrupts. Kagome frowns.

‘You haven’t? but what about that boy?’

‘Which boy?’

‘Inuyasha.’

Kikyo wrinkles her nose slightly. ‘No.’

‘Well, Kagura told me you had,’ Kagome argues, somewhat sheepishly.

‘If I’d been kissed,’ Kikyo says with great dignity, ‘I would have told you.’ She’s watching Kagome with something akin to frustration, like, how do you still not get how this works?

‘Oh.’ Kagome sits back, suddenly… relieved. It had hurt a bit, that she’d found out from Kagura - when she thought it was true, anyway. But Kagome had figured it couldn’t be like this forever, always together, telling each other everything. That was just part of growing up, you lost things. Kagome didn’t want to lose Kikyo, ever, but it had occurred to her maybe Kikyo wanted to lose her. After all, Kikyo was smart and beautiful and wonderful, and maybe Kagome just didn’t fit in the ‘best friend’ position anymore.

‘I thought maybe you didn’t want to tell me,’ Kagome says finally. Kikyo is staring at her now, her ‘Kagome is an alien’ stare. Kagome tries not to roll her eyes, it’s been a while since she’s seen that particular expression.

‘I would have told you,’ Kikyo repeats, more forceful than before, and Kagome nods, mollified.

‘Ok, sorry.’ she smiles, embarrassed. ‘I was a bit impressed though. I mean, I don’t even know how to kiss.’ impressed was not the right word for what she’d felt in that moment. It was more like… suddenly very tired and a little empty. Kikyo closes her book.

‘Me neither.’

‘Hm.’ Kagome gives her a critical once over. ‘I expect you’ll learn soon. Even if you haven’t had your first yet, I know a lot of boys want to kiss you.’

Kikyo wrinkles her nose with more fervor, tracing the pattern on the cover of her book. ‘I don’t want to kiss any of them.’

‘Even Koga?’ He’s a year older than the both of them, and the most popular boy in school. His hair is as long as Kagome’s, she always saw Inuyasha grabbing his ponytail to yank his head back.

Kikyo shakes her head.

‘I don’t want to kiss any of them either,’ Kagome confides, and it’s true. The boys are nice enough when they’re not being idiots, but the idea of touching her mouth to theirs is gross. Does boy breath smell bad? Kikyo’s breath smells like pomegranates because they’re her favourite fruit. Kikyo is giving Kagome a considering look.

‘Maybe we should practice,’ Kikyo says.

‘Why?’

‘So we don’t do it wrong when it’s for real.’

‘Oh. Right.’ Kagome nods. ‘Ok.’ She and Kikyo have shared everything their whole lives, so really this makes sense. And she knows Kikyo won’t laugh if she does it wrong, like a boy would. The more Kagome thinks about it, actually, the more sense this makes. Kikyo carefully sets her book down on the ground and turns more fully to face Kagome. Her hair is tied back in a heavy plait against her back, but a few strands blow freely across her face. She tucks them neatly behind her ear. Kagome shifts so that her knees are pressed against Kikyo’s. All of a sudden, she can feel her heart pressing against her throat. She swallows, trying to push it back down. It doesn’t budge.

‘So… how…’

Kikyo’s expression is similar to the one she wears while doing homework. Like she sees a puzzle before her, one she knows she can work out, but isn’t quite sure how yet. She doesn’t look as though she feels any of the uncertainty currently creeping through Kagome’s mind.

‘Like this, I think.’ Kikyo reaches over and frames Kagome’s face with her hands. Then she pulls her closer, just a little, and leans in until they meet in the middle.

Kikyo smells like pomegranates, like always. Her hands on Kagome’s cheeks are a little warm. Their mouths are touching, just like in the movies. Kagome giggles against Kikyo’s lips, and Kikyo pulls back looking reproachful.

‘Sorry.’ Kagome shakes her head. ‘Sorry. Can we try again?’

This time she makes the move, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her nose bumps into Kikyo’s cheek, and they kiss again. It’s… a bit anti climatic. She waits for something to happen, but nothing does, she just sits there and the wind blows quietly and Kikyo is warm beside her. They both pull back this time, watching one another.

‘Do you think we did it right?’ Kagome asks after a moment. Kikyo’s brow creases slightly.

‘I think so.’

‘One last try?’

Kikyo nods. They kiss for the third time, and it’s the same as before until Kagome shifts, trying to get a bit closer and ends up tilting them both so that Kikyo’s mouth catches on hers just slightly and

Kagome moves away, she can feel herself beginning to blush. Her heart isn’t in her throat anymore its down in the soles of her feet, sending rapid pulses out into the ground. she felt something. Kikyo nods a little, but she doesn’t seem any different. Not like Kagome feels. She just reaches out and plucks her book up off the ground and starts reading like nothing happened, and after a moment Kagome realises, horrified, that maybe nothing did happen - for her. Maybe Kagome felt something, whatever it was, and Kikyo… didn’t.

She sits back against the tree trying not to feel hollow. At least, she thinks consolingly, at least you’re still best friends. At least Kikyo isn’t keeping secrets from you. At least she’s still here.

A month later, Kikyo moves away, and Kagome is left standing outside her best friends empty house with the memory of Kikyo’s lips against hers and the melancholy feeling that came instead of anger or surprise or betrayal. The feeling that meant she knew something like this would happen, because Kikyo was beautiful and Kikyo was incredible and eventually Kagome just wasn’t going to cut it in her world anymore.

She does end up kissing a boy. A few boys, over the years, and some girls as well – just to see. They’re all nice, she likes kissing girls a bit more, but they’re all fun. None of them give her the feeling though. It takes Kagome longer than she’s proud of to realise what that means, and even when she does, she hasn’t seen Kikyo in eight, nine, ten years,

She doesn’t see her best friend again until she’s twenty-three and Kikyo is twenty-three and a half. Still taller, still prettier - not that Kagome is surprised. They’re at the same university, in the same politics class – Kikyo studying medicine with politics as an elective, Kagome studying who-the-hell-knows-what, and politics because she could and it was interesting. When she sees Kikyo for the first time in eleven years, she spends the rest of the lecture staring at her while the lecturer’s voice wavers around her like white fuzz, until the class ends and she sprints over to her, hugging her before she can stop to think.

‘You cut all your hair off!’ Kagome exclaims, pulling away from Kikyo to flick at it. It sits choppily around her ears, and she looks incredible.

‘Suits you,’ she says, and grins. ‘But I bet any hairstyle would.’

Kikyo doesn’t smile back. That’s something Kagome learns over the next few weeks, during the eleven years they were apart, Kikyo lost a lot of her softness. Kagome can see remnants of it under her eyes, but for the most part it’s been replaced by something a lot sharper. She’s still Kikyo, though, and Kagome still loves her. She just wonders if Kikyo still loves her, too. Maybe she does, because she doesn’t complain or pull away when they start spending more time together. And she’s not one to suffer fools, she never was, so Kagome takes that as a good sign. But still, it doesn’t feel… right. Not yet. Not until they end up in a bar somewhere after midterm exams, and finally – with the right combination of relief and alcohol, they slip into old, comfortable routines. Kagome’s cheeks ache with smiling.

‘I thought about you every day for three years,’ she says, pushing away another gin and tonic and watching Kikyo. ‘Then for five years I thought about you everyday ‘cept weekends. And public holidays.’

She sees a flicker of a smile and points at it. ‘There. That smile. I thought about that smile every Tuesday.’

‘Oh?’ Kikyo smirks now. ‘What’d you think about on the other days?’

‘Your hair.’ Kagome ticks them off on her fingers. ‘Your eyes. Your lips-’

‘You thought about my lips?’

Kagome cackles at her. You thought about my lips? What a joke. ‘Of course I did.’ I couldn’t stop.

Kikyo draws closer.

‘I thought about yours,’ she says solemnly, and Kagome stares down at the array of empty glasses on the table and wonders how Kikyo is so much more lucid than she is.

‘Why aren’t you drunk?’ she asks, pointing an accusatory finger in Kikyo’s face.

‘I am.’

Kagome shakes her head, and all the sounds of the world condense for a moment.

‘I don’t believe you.’ she takes a hold of Kikyo’s face and brings it close to her own, studying it intently. The last time you were this close, you kissed, says the alcohol.

Kikyo’s cheeks are pink, Kagome realises. Pink and warm under her palms. She doesn’t smell like pomegranates anymore.

‘I thought about your lips too,’ Kikyo repeats, quieter this time.

‘You didn’t forget?’ Kagome teases. ‘Not with all the other kisses you’ve been getting all these years?’

‘They weren’t the same,’ Kikyo says, and suddenly Kagome doesn’t feel quite so drunk. An old sore is returning, pushed to the surface by an alcohol-and-Kikyo born vulnerability.

‘What do you mean?’ she asks, and her mouth is dry.

Kikyo watches her carefully. ‘Do you still think about when we kissed?’

Kagome swallows. ‘Yes,’ she croaks. She reaches blindly for a glass and catches one of the empty ones. Thankfully the ice is beginning to melt down the bottom, and she drink the small amount of water in it before speaking again.

‘All the time?’ Kikyo’s eyes are sharp and precise, cutting away in exactly the right places to leave Kagome bare.

She nods. ‘Do you?’ she manages.

Kikyo shrugs one shoulder, up, down. ‘I couldn’t stop.’

Kagome gapes at her. ‘But – I thought –’

‘What?’

‘I dunno… I didn’t think you felt anything. I thought it didn’t really mean anything to you.’

Kikyo raises an eyebrow. ‘You pulled away.’

‘Oh,’ Kagome says. Then she starts to laugh. God, imagine that. She’d spent the past eleven years dreaming of that kiss – and so had Kikyo. God. God. Then she opens her eyes and looks at Kikyo again, and now that she knows what she knows she wants to – god she wants to kiss her again. She’s still holding Kikyo’s face, she realizes dimly. Neither of them had moved back, they’re still – but after so long of not seeing Kikyo it feels wrong to just - just do it like this.

She relinquishes Kikyo with a sigh. Except then Kikyo is looking up at her, and she managed to get very close without Kagome noticing, and Kagome tries to say,

‘how’d you do that?’ but Kikyo steals any breath she could have used for talking away and they’re kissing again after eleven years and -

Kagome tugs Kikyo closer, wrapping her fingers in her short hair and god how could she have gone so long without this? How could she have lived so long missing this? Kikyo’s arm is hooked around her neck, the other ghosts over her hip and Kagome pulls back, just a little, to look at her. Kikyo is watching her, as wary now as she’d been forward before.

‘God,’ Kagome chokes out. ‘You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.’

Kikyo smiles tentatively, and twelve-year-old Kikyo is suddenly painfully present in her expression. ‘Me too,’ she says.

Kagome wakes up the next morning with a hangover, and Kikyo next to her.

‘My head hurts,’ she grumbles, her arm over her eyes to shield them from the cruel, cruel sun. Then she squints up at Kikyo, and grins a little.

‘Kiss it better?’

#kagkik #kikkag #kagome x kikyo #kikyo x kagome #inuyasha

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