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#Pen Woodlock
falcoworks · 11 months
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The Day We Met - Pages 1-4 Wow I'm making a comic!!! Just a short one for now that will hopefully lead to bigger projects in the future once I'm more familiar with the process. I thought a fun practice project would be a short comic about the meetcute between some OCs of mine and a pal’s :)
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wolf-1-xex · 4 years
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I did it. I finally returned home. Let me go over the story of loss and gain.
It started with a creeper. I looked out my window and there the green abomination was, in the pool in the cow pen. I knew that if I went out of render distance it would despawn. I didn't think I would go far so I didn't take Mustard or Snow Rider with me.
I started walking in the Tundra that was surrounded by two taiga forests. I had a tendency to get lost in the taiga but in the Tundra there were 2 villages that served as landmarks. If I got lost i could recoup at a village and head home. I've done it thousands of times before.
I saw a dog in the Taiga. Yes I already had Tubbo, Snow Rider, their pup, and Nymph but I'm a sucker for dogs. I always bring half a stack of bones with me wherever I go so I brought them out and tamed him. He had just killed a white sheep. I admired his strength but I saw his soft heart deep down. He wasn't a pacifist but he had a soft spot for other living beings. He showed a tough mind and great empathy. I named him Woodlock.
We went so many places together, not looking for anything in particular just roaming. I kept telling him about my family at home and he taught me about the forest. We met 2 other dogs. Not Woodlock #1 and Not Woodlock #2. Shortly after meeting them we met Not Woodlock #3, though now known as Rye grass.
Not Woodlock #1 was an adventurous one but he knew his limits. He knew the inevitability of aging, so he realized how important it was for him to run free during his youth. He stayed by my side and was always first to kill a mob. He was also fond of others. He got along well with everyone else. Definitely a natural team leader, but he stepped down, letting Woodlock be the head dog.
Not Woodlock #2, named Moray after death was the strong and silent type. He was NWL1's brother but he was the opposite in personality. He stayed in the background, never in the way and never too loud. He was a bit hard-headed but only because he knew he was right. He was a bit distant from everyone else but he had his soft moments. He showed no ambition but he was proud of who he was not only as a loyal dog but as my guardian.
Rye Grass was ever the reckless one. She didn't stay in line, she never went where I needed her to. I often got frustrated with her but I knew she was just like me. She was helplessly excited all of the time which was good for hunting. She was confident in her abilities, with good reason too. She was fast and agile but lacked stability. She didn't always know the right way, but she didn't let that stop her from going that way anyhow. She was extremely friendly, being buddy-buddy with everyone else at every chance she got. Nothing can ever deter her joy and excitement.
After collecting all of the dogs, I realized I was completely lost. I had home coordinates memorized, so I went by those. -6575, 63, 144, I told myself over and over again. But I ended up going in circles over and over again. That last coordinate was confusing. 144? But that leads to the swamp and the sea, neither of which were by my house.
We found a stronghold village and stayed there for a night. NWL1 actually got stuck in a house in one point and I had to get him out. Of course Rye Grass teased him, but it was all in good fun. He was a little embarrassed but he laughed right along side her. Moray looked upset at this.
Then I realized I was following the wrong coords. I had used the ones from my memory, as stated above. I pulled up the screenshot on my computer. The last coordinate was actually 1299! I was going the absolute wrong way! I felt so stupid but Woodlock assured me that it was okay. We left immediately.
We made a lot of progress, though I was unsure if it was in the right direction. I was in low spirits. The dogs were looking down, even Rye Grass had droopy ears. We had to hole up in the side of a hill. I was impatient and stupid. "We must press on! I can't wait any longer!" I insisted. Woodlock reluctantly agreed. This was my greatest mistake and if I could go back I would.
We were ambushed. The first few skeletons I could take on, but between the hoard of zombies, spiders, and the creepers, I knew we wouldn't make it. I tried to retreat but it was too late. One creeper had exploded on us, two more on their way. I tried to heal my pack and kill the creepers at the same time but it wasn't enough. Time seemed to slow down and it felt like I was in spectator mode.
Woodlock and Moray paid for my ignorance. I quickly retreated with Rye Grass and NWL1. I frantically fed them rotten flesh and raw mutton. I fed them too much and they accidentally had a baby. I didn't even notice at first but they thanked me. They had apparently been interested in eachother for a while. I thought about Moray, the look on his face when they had been close. He was in love with Rye Grass, I pieced together.
There was no time to worry about that as we left when the sun rised. I somehow ended up at another swamp. In a fit of rage I murdered every mob in the vicinity, the dogs watching in shock. I started walking the opposite direction when I realized something odd.
NWL1 and Rye Grass had disappeared. Not died. Vanished. I walked around, hoping they'd teleport to me. But they didn't. I checked chat. They were still alive. But where did they go? They were following me a few seconds ago. I looked at the baby. Despite everything they were still with me. After feeding them enough for them to grow up, I knelt down and named them.
"Woodlock.." I muttered, tears forming, "The spirit of Woodlock lives on in you."
We began in the direction of home, nothing but our senses to guide us. On the way we met a baby wolf. She had no parents, I looked. She was alone. Just like I had felt. I tamed her, knowing immediately what her name would be.
"Rye Grass. You're Rye Grass." I choked back tears, not wanting to cry again.
There, through the taiga trees I saw it. My plains biome. And just in the distance was my house. The journey was over. I had lost everyone but their spirits live on in my new companions. Woodlock wouldn't have been angry. Woodlock would be proud of me for finally making it. He made it with me.
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Key Woodlock is an animation student who dabbles in zinemaking and illustration. Their hobbies include collecting ink pens, playing roller derby, and rebooting Photoshop.
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falcoworks · 6 months
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Day 13 -- The Fool
"Ya got a mean right hook, darlin." "I am so, so, so sorry." "Naw, I shoulda known better than to sneak up. And in hindsight, maybe 'vampire clown' wasn't the best costume idea."
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falcoworks · 2 years
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He’s better than a weighted blanket, at least
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falcoworks · 2 years
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"I think you're overstepping your sous chef duties a little."
"Someone's gotta supervise ya."
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falcoworks · 1 year
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Day 30 -- specter
Babysitting on Halloween was a lot more fun with that one friend tagging along who always treated trick-or-treating like a competition. "86th has houses with full size candy bars, we should hit them next. I know a shortcut." "Where are you even getting this information?" "'Fraid that's above your pay grade, space cadet."
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falcoworks · 2 years
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-listens gayly-
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falcoworks · 2 years
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Felt the need to draw something a little festive. I still think Pen looks like an uncomfortable Italian greyhound in a sweater, but he's doing his best!
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falcoworks · 3 years
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I like the idea that when furries blush you only see it where the fur is light or thin, I don’t know why but the concept is just really charming to me
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falcoworks · 3 years
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“Sooo?” “Wikipedia says... 1723.” “Told you.” “Oh, shut up and eat your leaves.”
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falcoworks · 3 years
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"So he's her... brother?" "Uncle. But she doesn't know that." "And they're... dating...?" "Yeah, see he's planning to seduce and then murder her to replace her with her evil twin so he can control the family fortune." "Is that how family fortunes work?" "Hell if I know."
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falcoworks · 3 years
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Star Wars AU where Pen is an Imperial and has never heard a joke in his life
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falcoworks · 3 years
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"Oh god, we're so late..." "Will you slow down? I have to make four steps for every one of yours!"
Beastars AU Pen and his pal, Rosa the jackrabbit.
I'm really enamored with how they shade fur in the anime so I thought it'd be fun to try and copy that style and I was RIGHT
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falcoworks · 3 years
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My deer boy was due for an updated reference sheet!
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falcoworks · 3 years
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More self-indulgent fluff with OCs :)
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