The newest anthology from TO Comix Press, The City We Chose is crowdfunding NOW, featuring 180+ pages of gorgeous full-color fantastical city comics INCLUDING my sim-inspired URBAN PLANNING ACTION comic, CityHaver Plus!
With amazing art by Megan Kearney, colors and letters by Kristen Lee and Andrew Thomas! I had a lot of fun making it, and you'll have fun reading it. And that's just ONE of the 13 amazing comics you'll be getting. It's not just my silly bean cartoon!
Just SEVEN MORE DAYS to spread the word and Make It Happen! Can we do it?
I didn't get him (and I need to save my keys for Silver's birthday, sob) so I looked up his groovy, and I'm not over how incredibly dramatic and epic and cool it looks in direct contrast to the absolutely ridiculous context. just look at that dynamic action and his majestic sparkling tears and keep in mind that this is pretty much right after a bunch of characters have been dance battling for his soul.
and then even the actual moment of the groovy is just like
this is NOT a negative in the slightest, I love it all, this truly was an incredible update in so many ways
Don't you hate it when your reflection tries to murder you.
Anyway here's an animation I spent the day doing, it's Millport Neil and his Guilt :)
Also thank you so much for all the replies for the animatic! It means so much!! Tbh I would draw and animate more but each time I do so I gotta catch on the school work and I'm getting behind already.. But yeah today I was like meh what's work anyway.
I feel a lot of belief that “trans women obviously have it worse than trans men” it comes from assuming men & women are opposites & that their experiences must be opposite as well. As in, if trans women experience one thing, trans men must experience the opposite—but that’s not how it works in practice. Trans women are demonized and sexualized doesn’t mean trans men aren’t as well. Trans women feeling less safe after transition doesn’t mean trans men feel more safe. And transmasculinity being considered disgusting mutilation doesn’t translate to the opposite for transfemininity! I just wish we would stop comparing experiences as though they can be quantified & pitted against one another.
“Garak, let go! I can’t see the injury if you’re gonna hold my arm like that.”
“Forgive me, Doctor. I’m just a little nettled by the dynamic imbalance of our professions. You are always having me on my back to take care of the tiniest of scratches. And yet I have you perfectly standing still with every collar alteration or hemming of your pants. I would hardly call that a fair exchange, would you.”
“Hm. And here I thought you always enjoyed the access to my pants.”
- blurb courtesy of Andrew, the bestest creative collaborator 😋
Does it make sense to make fanart for a book that does not yet exist? Yes. I think yes.
I may have spent all night drawing it in a haze, but when I found out @jazzfordshire small town au is turning into a book, the whole thing was beyond my control.
I'm just so excited and proud of Jazz! I can't wait to read all about Dani and Eleanor and to have this book proudly sit on my shelf!
you knew better. you were taught better. it was damn near hammered, letter by letter, word by word, onto the backs of your eyelids.
avoid faerie circles at all costs.
and yet—here you were. it started off only as a little hop, a skip, a sway of your skirt, your chin tilted toward the endlessly blue sky. before you knew it, the barren forest suddenly grew crowded, more and more beings emerging from their hiding spots. they sang with voices so sharp that if you listened too hard, you’re sure your ears would bleed. they danced so eloquently that if you focused too hard, you’re sure your eyes would pop from their sockets. their faces were so beautiful that if you looked too hard—
“You’re a pretty thing, aren’t you?” his voice was a deep croon to the side of you. you hadn’t even noticed when he glided his way to you, his shock of white hair and lashes that framed unnaturally blue eye. he was gorgeous, in his silken robes and lanky figure, his form blurring at the edges when you stared a bit too hard, makes your head pound in warning.
“Hello to you too,” you smile at the handsome man—faerie? was that not what he was, with the unnatural way he smiled too wide and his too perfect proportions? but he doesn’t seem to notice your inner dilemma, instead takes your hand and dances you round and round and round until your feet ache and your chest burns from the laughter he pulls from you.
“Can I have the name of the person I’ll dance with for the rest of their life?” he asks you, coy, when the sun has set and the forest only grows thicker with his people. you’re getting tired, know that soon you’ll regret trekking this deep into the thick greenery. your guard is lowered; you make another mistake; first the dancing; now your name; your soon to be sealed fate.
the faerie grins wide at you, suddenly stepping into the circle, dragging you with him despite the way your heels try to dig into the soft earth.
“And now you’re mine, beautiful little human.” he tells you with an uncanny grin, beautiful and wrong all at once. his eyes grow too ocean blue, his hands ice cold where they drag you into the circle by the wrist. your stomach sinks when you enter Faerie, your feet aching, your heart heavy knowing that you’ll never see your family again.