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HÆLÏCK (hr_freud) @ocean37.bsky.social · 1d

hi hi hi #PortfolioDay

i'm Ocean ET comic artist/illustrator and indie publisher. i spend most of my time working on my own projects and stories, but with the power of CAPITAL you can make me draw for YOU

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krumm @entzuendung.bsky.social · 1d

#portfolioday I'm krumm. I mainly paint figures (semi-human/human-adjacent/non-human). Sometimes I paint other things. I will paint something for you if you pay me to.

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 2d

Ghost Town page 2. some houses glow at night. to be continued some more...

i decided to post another page because i am mercurial and strange. this ones a bluesky special for now, because fuck cutting this up for instagram rn

A black and white comic, page 2 of Ghost Town. Between two prefabricated houses, something glows. Al, a squat, cartoony person with a skull mask on, approaches to find that sitting between the two prefabs is what looks like a shed, so bright as to be indistinct. In the dusk it casts light on the grass and trees around it. Al thinks to themself, "Okay. Right. 'Night lights.'" They look left and right, then approach. They think, "Okay. Actually, I might have heard of this. If it..." They reach toward the handle of the shed door, which casts a harsh glow on their hand and sleeve. They attempt to close their hand on the handle. But the handle shifts away from their fist, multiplying, evading, and the light twists, and the whole shed bends as if recoiling. Al themself is shocked, leaning back, as the shed slides away from them across the grass.

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 3d

Ghost Town page 1, to be continued...

may not post the rest until its all done. this is to keep me accountable

also this, along with some stuff i havent put online, is going in a little horror collection zine that (hopefully) will be available to purchase on halloween >;]

#comic #art #horror

A six panel, black and white comic. A caption reads, "I'm visiting my grandmother's hometown in Kansas." Al, a squat, cartoony, agender person with light gray skin and black hair, gets some snacks at a gas station. They wear a black mask with a white skull pattern. A tear is drawn below the left eye. The gas station attendant, a balding white man, also wears a black mask with a face pattern. As he counts Al's cash he says, "Watch out for the night lights." Al says, "Huh?" The man replies, "Some houses glow at night. I don't know why." Al thinks, "Weird. Who knows? Maybe he's on something. I'm not sure why I came. She died in 2017." Al walks by an abandoned storefront with boarded up windows. Al thinks, "The rest of the Pacheco family live over in Parsons. The elementary school closed in 2021." Al walks by a house with a front yard covered with scattered, broken furniture and personal belongings. Al thinks, "She would've hated that." Al walks by a house that's missing part of its roof, beams visible. The porch and yard are a mess of plywood. Al thinks, "I want to stay for the evening, anyway. I'm going to sit by the railroad and watch the stars come out, so much easier to see." So Al leans against a concrete wall right by the tracks. They notice something strange: in the distance, between two prefabricated houses, something is glowing brightly.

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 3d

its my favorite month and im drawing furiously

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Millie Fangs (Commission Me!) @milliefangs.com · 5d

A second lesbian plane has hit the yuri tower. I've published another short story on #AO3. Go read it. #BookSky

Minidress - milliefangs - Original Work [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

archiveofourown.org

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Sep 15

tyyy! i honestly really admire that baman piderman makes almost zero refs to superhero stuff (i mean why would it, theyre totally unrelated). feel like fan stuff recombining the two is inevitable... and baman piderman contrasted with basically anything else is hilarious

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Sep 10

its good that god is dead bc now we can have zooble porn

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Sep 8

im sorry this is happening, sib. you deserve better. i love your drawings. heres a video about extremely cool and weird sea slugs youtu.be/8cHQNBV0jRk

Why Nudibranchs Are Impressively Good at Existing

YouTube video by Real Science

youtu.be

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bunpy 🔞 @8unp.bsky.social · Sep 7

going to do one last push for this before the move soon
im staring down the barrel of shipping a lot of boxes

all of the help that has been given already has been massive and i am very grateful

bunpy 🔞 @8unp.bsky.social · Jul 30

here goes nothing
ko-fi.com/8bunp

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Sep 5

made a tapas account specifically to like+follow this and tiger tea! "took us long enough" is such a sweet moment

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Sep 1

Local and Foreigner Climb a Tree (1/2) cw suicidal ideation

never thought of myself as a person who has ocs... but i do have ocs. here i am fucking with them for 7 pages

A black-and-white comic. In the first panel there is text saying "Local and Foreigner climb a tree." In the second panel, Local, a young latina woman with straight black hair and a wide build, is rendered in a very cartoony style. She wears a hoodie and has a tall face with a bumpy nose. She walks her bike across a yard, morose. She turns to look blankly at a tall tree behind her and thinks, "I wonder how high I could get in that tree before I fell and died." In the last panel she discards her bike and stands on top a fence to get high enough to start climbing the tree.

The second page of "Local and Foreigner climb a tree". Local climbs the tree in the background, but Foreigner has popped up in the foreground. Foreigner is a short latino man with angular, messy black hair and a wide, flat nose, also rendered in a cartoony style. He has a classic young latino terrible mustache. He wears a collared jacket with coat tails. He shouts, facing away from the tree, "Lucy! Where'd you go? I forgot how to flush the chamberpot again!" Lucy is Local's real name. Local thinks, "Ugh." Foreigner turns around to see Local already 20 feet up in the tree and, shocked, says, "Lucy! Eye, my!" Local says out loud, "Ugh." Foreigner, quickly becoming distressed and angry, shouts, "Lucy! Are you high?" Local, continuing without hesitation, says, "God, I wish." Foreigner says, "You'll hurt yourself!" Local thinks, "Yup." Finally, Foreigner clambers up to the first fork in the tree. Local shouts down, "Stuff it, Fern!" Fern is Foreigner's real name. Foreigner gets out, "Come... down!"

The third page of "Local and Foreigner climb a tree". Local looks down the tree to ask, exasperated, "Man, what are you even doing?" Foreigner, teeth out and angry, thinks, "What am I doing?" He says, "I'm going to..." He grunts. "...drag you back down!" Local makes it to the top of the large branch she was climbing up, which has no leaves on it (so is probably dead, unlike the rest of the tree). She clambers onto the smaller branch shooting horizontally out of it. She shouts, "Go away!" Foreigner, on her heels, hits back, "No!" They both think, simultaneously, "This is so stupid." Finally, Local, maybe ten feet out on the smaller branch, says, "Great. Awesome. I brought you with me."

The fourth page of "Local and Foreigner climb a tree". Foreigner, sweating and anxious, looks down to see how high they are from the ground. They're very high. The tree shrinks away from them due to perspective. They're above several neighboring houses. Local also regards the ground, thinking, "Yup. Definitely going to die." Suddenly, the tree lets out a loud "Crack!" Foreigner and Local whip their heads around, eyes huge, to see how the long vertical branch supporting their roost has cracked down the middle and started to peel apart. Foreigner and Local start to tilt. Foreigner thinks, his head melting, "This is my fault..." Outwardly he points at Local, furious, and shouts, "This is your fault!" Local shouts back, mouth wide, "Fuck you!" She thinks, terrified, her face surrounded by cracking lightning, "This is my fault!"

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Sep 1

Local and Foreigner Climb a Tree (2/2) cw extremely mild gore

this ended up being pretty off kilter but aint that what its about, sometimes?

The fifth page of "Local and Foreigner climb a tree". Foreigner slips off the branch as it tilts toward the ground. Local suddenly bends down to grip the branch with her arms as well as her legs. There is a loud "thump" as Foreigner's body hits the ground. Local thinks, staring, as the branch continues to tip down, "I deserve to see the consequences of my actions." Local is essentially upside-down when the branch she's on collides with the ground, gently placing her face on the dirt. Foreigner's arm is horribly broken, exposing bone. He huffs and grunts. Local lets go of the branch with her legs so she can tilt backwards and land on her back on the ground. Frustrated, she says to Foreigner as he grunts in pain, "Ugh. Get up, you enormous baby."

The sixth page of "Local and Foreigner climb a tree". Foreigner pops upright, suddenly healed. He says, resentful, "It still hurts..." Local looks up at the tree, dismayed, and says, "Oh, shit. My dad's going to be pissed about the tree." Foreigner also looks and cries, "Oh, god! He's going to hate me!" Both Local and Foreigner think, simultaneously, "And we will deserve his anger." Local says, "Although... he probably won't assume that his out-of-shape, depressed, 22-year-old daughter, or the reverse isekai protag that lives in his house, climbed his tree." She's referring to Foreigner as the reverse isekai protagonist. "Because climbing trees is for children." Local and Foreigner share a long look.

The seventh and final page of "Local and Foreigner climb a tree". Local, walking back to the house, says, "We'll lay low tonight." Foreigner, walking alongside, asks, "What's an isekai?" Local, frustrated, says, "Oh my god, we've been over this. A reverse isekai refers to a kind of fantasy narrative where a character from a fantastical place finds themself transported to our world--" Her speech bubble cuts off there. She continues in the final panel, "Isekai translates roughly to 'another world' in the language of a company called Japan, several thousand miles from--" The text cuts off again. Local's dad, furious, watches Local and Foreigner out of the window. He's doing a breathing exercise, eyes closed. Local continues, "...because the isekai narrative originated in Japanese animated media, or 'anime', though anime as a category is a little more complicated. 'Protag' is an abbreviation of--" The text cuts off, finally. The end.

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Sep 1

Local and Foreigner Climb a Tree (1/2) cw suicidal ideation

never thought of myself as a person who has ocs... but i do have ocs. here i am fucking with them for 7 pages

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Aug 28

does anyone have a word like "straight" or "neurotypical" but for people without mental illness? i consider myself chronically ill bc of my dependence on medication and how i lose time and energy w/o warning... is there a flippant shortening like "yt" or "allo" for "non-disabled"? google is useless

Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Aug 27

deep dread! horrifying! the image of a showman grinning as blood from his own disembowelment fills his mouth will haunt me! wonderful stuff

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nikki morgen / ducknuk @duknuk.bsky.social · Aug 27

Hey! I do commissions! $1 for a doodle and $10 for an officially sanctioned PaRappa (or other) comic!
ko-fi.com/ducknuk

Support Nikki Morgen / Ducknuk

ko-fi.com

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Aug 23

i think my ultimate artistic dream is to get old and get a property in the middle of nowhere and build a bunch of little structures and draw mural-sized comics on them. let people take a nice walk through some sequential art

probably the next 50 years will not support this vision. but imagine...

Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Aug 23

no ofc. again: predictable. not at all your fault, if that seemed like what i was implying. but i feel like we all have license to cry about how the structure of the industry is restricting the possibilities of the form

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Aug 22

the commercial domination of a comics format designed for very small viewing screens is both predictable and a pox on the medium. we lose so many tools for interesting storytelling when they restrict us to such small windows! these pages are vivid and compelling and having to chop them up is tragic

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Aug 18

eroticism and gore... two of my favorite things...

really looking forward to the rest of this!!

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Aug 17

She's Bigger Than You Remember. 4 pages.

You're a twin. One of you died. What remains?

#art #horror #comics

A black-and-white comic. A young woman sits in the back of an ambulance in the dark, attended by figures. She hunches in her thermal blanket, harried. Distantly, she says, "Which one am I?" The blackness follows her to another time where she makes herself small, leaning against her mother. She says, with a little concerned smile, "I know I'm the one that threw up in the lemonade on our fourteenth birthday." Her mother smiles, her eyes crinkling, her arm around her daughter. The young woman continues, the smile fading, "But down there, as we got hungrier, she got bigger. Like, taller." Concern rises on her mother's face. The young woman's affect flattens, eyelids low, and says, "She started biting chunks out of my back, accidentally." "Oh, mija," says her mother, who, despite holding her daughter in the same way, now looks up at the viewer, afraid. The young woman drones, "She got big enough that she would put my whole head between her teeth. And then one... day, I guess, she clenched her jaw tighter and tighter, and my skull, I could feel, I..." Her mother, shortly, states, "Magdalena." Tears well up in the corner of her eyes while anger tickles her brow. Magdalena now curls up, finally breaking from her helpless mother, her head almost to her knees where her trembling hands clutch each other as she says, "But now I'm alive, and she's, she's, she's--" A large black coffin in a church interrupts the scene. One end of a tape measure is hooked on a corner while Magdalena holds the other end at the opposite corner, shouting, angry, "It's enormous!" Her father, scared, hands out and down, gets in, "Shh, Magita, take a breath." Magdalena's mother curls up her fist, holding something in. Magita commands, "Just look! Just tell me what that number is. Right there."

A black-and-white comic. Magdalena and her parents look closely at the tape measure which indicates how long the coffin is. Her dad says, "Honey, I'm not sure it matters. I know you're upset--" Magdalena's mom interjects, "It says 85 inches, Magdalena. You're right, it's pretty big." The tape measure reads just over 228 inches. Magdalena says, "...Dad?" Her dad says, "...Maybe 85 and a half, with the trim." The coffin imposes, dividing, dark, enormous. Later, Magdalena walks past a construction site and spots a toe rising from the ground, covered in lines and dark spots, its nail peeling. She says, "Oh." Four other toes, pocked, scarred, disproportionately thin and several feet long, poke out of the earth. As she walks by, Magdalena says, "Coffin must have burst." A part of a news article reads, "I-435 Corridor Sinkholes: Latest Updates. Interstate highway 435 between Cunningham Ridge and Air Line Junction will remain closed until mid-November, Missouri transport officials report. Patrick McKenna, Missouri Director of Transportation, had this to say: 'We are working to understand the extent of the cavities in the Earth causing these sinkholes. We plan to reopen the...'" The article leads to a large graveyard ringed by trees, where Magdalena shouts, horrified, "Dad! What..." Her word falls into the darkness of an enormous mouth. The top palette sticks thirty feet up out of the ground, creating a broken mound of dirt behind it, the gravestones tilted and fallen. The teeth are perfectly aligned. The mouth is horribly wide. There is another thirty feet where dirt falls into the dark orifice before the lower jaw begins. There the teeth are crowded, pushing each other around on the wet, misshapen gums. Each is almost as tall as Magdalena. There is a large gap between the front teeth where her father is lowering himself into the mouth. Magdalena screams, "Dad!"

A black-and-white comic, page 3 of "She's Bigger Than You Remember". Magdalena's dad proceeds with lowering himself into the enormous mouth, while Magdalena sprints towards him. She gets out, "Oh god--Dad, stop--Oh god--" The panel borders become teeth, which close as her dad disappears into the pit. Magdalena screams, "Dad!" Magdalena shouts again. Her hands reach. Finally, the panel opens up and Magdalena finds her dad clinging onto the gums. He shouts, terrified, "Help--" Magdalena shouts back, "Dad! God!" She pulls him up and is scared and angry as she implores, "Why--" Her dad, crawling, sweating, says, "I don't--I'm--" He gets up and stumbles away from Magdalena, who watches, confused, alarmed, as he says, "I don't know--I'm sorry--I don't know--" His hand trembles as it covers his face. Time passes. Magdalena stares, bored, at a laptop screen. Tired, she confronts her parents. Her mom lectures while her dad looks away, silent. A moving van is full of boxes and a mattress. Finally, Magdalena drives the moving van away from the shadowy tarmac, accompanied by marching powerlines, into the flat, empty horizon. Someone says, "Goodbye, Isabel." More time passes. Five panels are superimposed over a graph of global average temperature. In 2025, Magdalena sits on a bare mattress, thinking. The temperature is just under 1.5 Celsius above the preindustrial average (this is real). In 2035, Magdalena sits in a conference room with some coworkers. The temperature is about 1.7 degrees above preindustrial average. In 2045, Magdalena's roots are gray. She kisses someone, her hand on their cheek. The other person's hand is on Magdalena's collarbone and their back is bare. The temperature is +2.1 degrees. In 2055, Magdalena looks in the mirror. Her chin has softened and she has more wrinkles. She's let her hair gray. +2.7 degrees. In 2065, Magdalena sits on the edge of her bed while her partner sleeps. +3.5 degrees. A dotted line noted as "Today" sits at around 2070.

A black-and-white comic. A car drives back to the tarmac that Magdalena drove away from 45 years ago. The brush is burnt. There is smoke on the horizon. The sun is setting. The telephone poles lay in disarray, some still standing, some knocked over long ago. Magdalena is driving the car. The upper left part of the windshield is cracked. She stares upwards, frail, horrified. Everything is tilted. Clouds blow over the darkling sky. Piercing them are a series of five dark, gargantuan structures, their bases invisible over the horizon. Four of them extend from over the horizon at a low angle, then bend sharply at a sort of joint, where a softer material is present. The texture otherwise is pocked and lined by forty years of wind. The structures recede up into the sky, skinny and ribbed, and just above the clouds there is another joint. Beyond that second joint is a tapering shape that spreads into a large pad. You realize: these are the remains of a hand. The structures are finger bones, miles long. She reaches, dead, toward the sky. The fifth structure is worse: a distant, gaunt, distended skull, at least ten miles wide. Any remaining flesh has sunken into the long nasal passage and empty left eye socket. The right eye, however, is fully intact. The sclera is far too white. The iris appears smeared, but the pupil is dark and focused. It's staring directly at "Magdalena" in her car, from what must be a hundred miles away. As the car approaches the horizon, toward the living gaze of the dead sister, a voice emanates from the skull. To be clear: it has no muscles left, and the lower jaw is nowhere. The voice remains, to say: "Welcome home, Isabel."

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Aug 17

this is more opaque than i intended... feel free to ask if something seems unclear, i could use the feedback abt exactly what trips people up lol

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · Aug 17

She's Bigger Than You Remember. 4 pages.

You're a twin. One of you died. What remains?

#art #horror #comics

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