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2D artist, comics-maker, geek
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Working on an original comic with hairy werewolves & vampires #Silver&Iron
Lots of #OnePiece and #Pokemon
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Landeg @landeg.world ยท Oct 30
SILVER & IRON: Part One
Ashley Lovell is a hopeful young werewolf who thinks he may have finally met a vampire willing to cooperate with him to eradicate a supernatural disease - only for both men to learn firsthand that your day can always get worse.

40+ pages, all in this thread ๐Ÿงต๐ŸŒ™ #Silver&Iron
Comic cover titled โ€œSilver & Ironโ€ in all caps, โ€œpart oneโ€. The title takes up the entire cover and is superimposed over a single figure standing in the centre of the page, a young but strong-looking man with light skin, visible chest and arm hair, and a beard which tapers into points at his chin and his cheeks. His hair is jaw-length and the top half is tied back, though some strands have come undone. He has upturned eyes and a moderately long nose with a slight bend in the bridge. A scar runs through his left eye leaving the pupil permanently dilated, making it appear darker than his right eye. He looks at the viewer with a sense of determination and grit, wiping blood off his chin; more blood stains his shirt, untucked and half-unbuttoned to expose part of his chest, and there are more traces of blood on his left hand which holds a crudely-hewn dagger.
landeg.world
I'm crying this is so funny and perfectly executed. his smile.....
February 11, 2026 at 5:40 PM
landeg.world
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February 11, 2026 at 3:38 PM
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landeg.world
Happy Werewolf Wednesday! Silver & Iron has updated ๐Ÿฆ‡

And SHE'S AWAAAKKEEE SHE'S AWAAAAAAKEEE FINALLYYYY I CAN TALK ABOUT HER ๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ
landeg.world Landeg @landeg.world ยท 1d
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The valet - an older woman with her hair in a bun - smiles at Lake on her way to the front door. โ€œMy shiftโ€™s pretty much over, was there anything else you needed?โ€ โ€œNo. Thank you.โ€ โ€œOf course. Good luck with the girl, Lake.โ€ โ€œThank you.โ€ โ€œThe next valet should be here in about an hour. See you tomorrow!โ€ โ€œOkay. Thank you.โ€ Dahlia meanwhile is shaking the package by her ear thinking โ€œNot heavy enough to be a bombโ€ฆ oh, who cares.โ€ Her sweatshirt is revealed to show an airbrushed kitten. She opens the box and peers into it, saying โ€œOoh, now this is interesting.โ€ Lake looks over her shoulder. โ€œHm? What is- Oh!โ€ Inside the moulded box are four individual pre-filled syringes stylised in the same cyan blue that Ashley injected into the girl in the previous chapter. There is an envelope inside the boxโ€™s lid, which Dahlia opens to read from. Lake gazes in awe at the package, thinking โ€œHow can one guy be soโ€ฆ?โ€ Dahlia: โ€œThereโ€™s a noteโ€ฆ letโ€™s seeโ€ฆ uhhโ€ฆ To the residents of- blah blahโ€ฆ My hope, as always, is that we can work towards a collaborative- blah blah blahโ€ฆ usual stuff- Ooh! Allegedly, these are-โ€ Lake snatches the box out of her hand. โ€œHey! You donโ€™t even know what-โ€ He interrupts her, handing her one of the syringes before heading upstairs. โ€œYes I do. Take one.โ€ Dahlia shouts after him, brandishing the syringe. โ€œYouโ€™re too trusting! What if this is anti-vampire poison!?โ€ Lake: โ€œYou know he wouldnโ€™t do that.โ€ Dahlia: โ€œNo I donโ€™t! None of us do! God. At least be careful. Says here those needles are a silver alloy!โ€ Lake pokes his head back in the door of the bedroom, his head almost higher than the doorframe, box tucked under his arm. โ€œAny change?โ€ Sorrel glances at him as he discards the sports pages. โ€œAye, she woke up for a tic, then rolled over anโ€™ decided to snooze for another five minutes. No, yโ€™great numpty. Wassat yโ€™got?โ€ Lake turns his eye down to a syringe in his hand. "Itโ€™s what the wolf used to cure the girl. He dropped some off for us, too. Just like that. Do you know how much people would pay for this?โ€ Sorrel regards Lake with a flat expression as he continues: โ€œIโ€™m going to carry one on me. Just in case. I dunno if it will work on vampires, but-โ€ Sorrel swipes the syringe from Lake. โ€œMe too, then.โ€ Lake lets him, looking at him with some surprise. โ€œYou really trust him?โ€ Sorrel observes the syringe, taking off the needleโ€™s protective cap. โ€œI trust your judgement. If you say his stuff works, then it works.โ€ Lake allows himself a small, genuine smile as he reaches back down into the box, turning away, but turns back with less grace: โ€œOh, be careful, he said the needles are made of-โ€ Too late, Sorrel has already given the needle an experimental touch, and his skin has stuck to the needle and peeled away, smoking. โ€œFucken- ouch!โ€ Sorrel yowls. โ€œWarn a pal sooner, wonโ€™t you?โ€ He chastises Lake, nursing his own fingertip in his mouth with a scowl. โ€œFuck me, that stingsโ€ฆโ€ Lake turns away again with another smile, reaching for a syringe. โ€œWell, how else would a needle be able to jab into a werewolf? Or a vampireโ€ฆโ€ Sorrel: โ€œOh, you wanna get cheeky, now? Bend over anโ€™ Iโ€™ll show your cheek exactly how a needle jabs innae fucken vampireโ€ฆโ€ An unseen speaker: โ€œUm.โ€ The little girl is awake, sitting up in bed, her eyes wide and mouth flat. Depicted in colour, her skin is pale pink, her curly hair is a bright warm ginger, and her irises are the same red as the two menโ€™s. She has a round face, big downturned eyes with prominent eyelids, feathered brows, and a more bulbous nose. Lake and Sorrel stare at her, equally shocked, as she continues, โ€œCould you please be more mindful of your language? Itโ€™s making the space really hostileโ€ฆโ€ Lake and Sorrel rush to the bed. Lake is nervous, unsure how to stand or where to put his hands, but Sorrel is more confident, leaning forward casually to rest his knuckles against the mattress at a comforting but still respectable distance from the girl. Lake: โ€œSorry- Of course- Um- so- you were- youโ€™ve been- I mean, weโ€™re- no, wait- This place is- shit. Um- Sorry!โ€ Sorrel: โ€œIโ€™m Sorrel. The big one here is Lake. Can you tell us your name, pet?โ€ The girl rubs her eyes as if waking up and takes a moment to gaze up at the men before replying, โ€œHeliotrope.โ€ Lake smiles. โ€œHeliotropeโ€ฆโ€ He repeats. Sorrel turns to whisper to Lake with a flat look. โ€œWell that canโ€™t be right. Maybe she got damaged?โ€ Lake glares at him. โ€œShh.โ€ He turns his attention back to the girl, bending so that he doesnโ€™t loom over her so much. โ€œHow do you feel, Heliotrope?โ€ The girl looks at her hands with a confused frown. โ€œUmโ€ฆ weird. I donโ€™t know how to describe itโ€ฆ am I sick? Where am I?โ€ Lake winces. โ€œYou wereโ€ฆ caught in an accident.โ€ Heliotrope flashes back to when she saw the werewolf emerge from an alleyway and drag her into its depths by her leg as she tried frantically to fight him off. The memories are depicted with harsh shadows in the same red as her eyes as they widen in recollection. โ€œNo I wasnโ€™t.โ€
February 11, 2026 at 3:39 AM
landeg.world
Thank you, I also particularly like that Sorrel :^)
February 11, 2026 at 3:34 PM
landeg.world
I'm so glad you think she's a cutie, thank you! I'm biased but I think she's adorable too ๐ŸŒป๐Ÿงก
February 11, 2026 at 11:16 AM
landeg.world
HASDMGHDSG THANK YOUUU SO MUCH IT'S SUCH A SILLY DETAIL but I'm glad you noticed/liked it HE WAS SO PATHETIC. AND THEY BOTH KNEW. Such an awul awful meet cute for the both of them but it couldn't happen any other way ๐Ÿซฐ
February 11, 2026 at 5:10 AM
landeg.world
HEHMDHG THANK YOU ARIELLL it was so hard to wait so long to reveal what an actual loser he was and what he was actually thinking the whole time BUT I'M SO GLAD IT PAID OFF...!! also yoooo I didn't even know you were reading S&I ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿซต pog
February 11, 2026 at 5:07 AM
landeg.world
WEEHHEHH THANK YOU!! I love her SO MUCH I can't wait to be able to talk about her more now that she's finally been properly introduced ๐Ÿ˜ญShe's SOOOOO CUUUTEEE I love drawing her she's so Round ๐ŸŒž
Also thank you! I was thinking it'd be cool to have one full-colour panel per chapter ๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ
February 11, 2026 at 4:55 AM
landeg.world
HEHEHHH I'm glad you think so!! I love her so much she's such a fantastic little weirdo and I can't wait to show more of her in this chapter + in the future!! You will know her deal very soon ๐Ÿซต
February 11, 2026 at 4:14 AM
landeg.world
YOU'RE ALREADY WIRED IN thank you!!
Ah I'm so glad to hear that!! ;_; Sorrel's voice in particular (both his literal voice and his manner of speech) was something really important to me to try and capture so I'm really happy it's stuck with you! He's really fun to write & I can't wait to show more!
February 11, 2026 at 3:59 AM
landeg.world
This time I will NOT forget to remind you that you can read a week ahead on Patreon โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿค“
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February 11, 2026 at 3:50 AM
landeg.world
Happy Werewolf Wednesday! Silver & Iron has updated ๐Ÿฆ‡

And SHE'S AWAAAKKEEE SHE'S AWAAAAAAKEEE FINALLYYYY I CAN TALK ABOUT HER ๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ
landeg.world Landeg @landeg.world ยท 1d
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The valet - an older woman with her hair in a bun - smiles at Lake on her way to the front door. โ€œMy shiftโ€™s pretty much over, was there anything else you needed?โ€ โ€œNo. Thank you.โ€ โ€œOf course. Good luck with the girl, Lake.โ€ โ€œThank you.โ€ โ€œThe next valet should be here in about an hour. See you tomorrow!โ€ โ€œOkay. Thank you.โ€ Dahlia meanwhile is shaking the package by her ear thinking โ€œNot heavy enough to be a bombโ€ฆ oh, who cares.โ€ Her sweatshirt is revealed to show an airbrushed kitten. She opens the box and peers into it, saying โ€œOoh, now this is interesting.โ€ Lake looks over her shoulder. โ€œHm? What is- Oh!โ€ Inside the moulded box are four individual pre-filled syringes stylised in the same cyan blue that Ashley injected into the girl in the previous chapter. There is an envelope inside the boxโ€™s lid, which Dahlia opens to read from. Lake gazes in awe at the package, thinking โ€œHow can one guy be soโ€ฆ?โ€ Dahlia: โ€œThereโ€™s a noteโ€ฆ letโ€™s seeโ€ฆ uhhโ€ฆ To the residents of- blah blahโ€ฆ My hope, as always, is that we can work towards a collaborative- blah blah blahโ€ฆ usual stuff- Ooh! Allegedly, these are-โ€ Lake snatches the box out of her hand. โ€œHey! You donโ€™t even know what-โ€ He interrupts her, handing her one of the syringes before heading upstairs. โ€œYes I do. Take one.โ€ Dahlia shouts after him, brandishing the syringe. โ€œYouโ€™re too trusting! What if this is anti-vampire poison!?โ€ Lake: โ€œYou know he wouldnโ€™t do that.โ€ Dahlia: โ€œNo I donโ€™t! None of us do! God. At least be careful. Says here those needles are a silver alloy!โ€ Lake pokes his head back in the door of the bedroom, his head almost higher than the doorframe, box tucked under his arm. โ€œAny change?โ€ Sorrel glances at him as he discards the sports pages. โ€œAye, she woke up for a tic, then rolled over anโ€™ decided to snooze for another five minutes. No, yโ€™great numpty. Wassat yโ€™got?โ€ Lake turns his eye down to a syringe in his hand. "Itโ€™s what the wolf used to cure the girl. He dropped some off for us, too. Just like that. Do you know how much people would pay for this?โ€ Sorrel regards Lake with a flat expression as he continues: โ€œIโ€™m going to carry one on me. Just in case. I dunno if it will work on vampires, but-โ€ Sorrel swipes the syringe from Lake. โ€œMe too, then.โ€ Lake lets him, looking at him with some surprise. โ€œYou really trust him?โ€ Sorrel observes the syringe, taking off the needleโ€™s protective cap. โ€œI trust your judgement. If you say his stuff works, then it works.โ€ Lake allows himself a small, genuine smile as he reaches back down into the box, turning away, but turns back with less grace: โ€œOh, be careful, he said the needles are made of-โ€ Too late, Sorrel has already given the needle an experimental touch, and his skin has stuck to the needle and peeled away, smoking. โ€œFucken- ouch!โ€ Sorrel yowls. โ€œWarn a pal sooner, wonโ€™t you?โ€ He chastises Lake, nursing his own fingertip in his mouth with a scowl. โ€œFuck me, that stingsโ€ฆโ€ Lake turns away again with another smile, reaching for a syringe. โ€œWell, how else would a needle be able to jab into a werewolf? Or a vampireโ€ฆโ€ Sorrel: โ€œOh, you wanna get cheeky, now? Bend over anโ€™ Iโ€™ll show your cheek exactly how a needle jabs innae fucken vampireโ€ฆโ€ An unseen speaker: โ€œUm.โ€ The little girl is awake, sitting up in bed, her eyes wide and mouth flat. Depicted in colour, her skin is pale pink, her curly hair is a bright warm ginger, and her irises are the same red as the two menโ€™s. She has a round face, big downturned eyes with prominent eyelids, feathered brows, and a more bulbous nose. Lake and Sorrel stare at her, equally shocked, as she continues, โ€œCould you please be more mindful of your language? Itโ€™s making the space really hostileโ€ฆโ€ Lake and Sorrel rush to the bed. Lake is nervous, unsure how to stand or where to put his hands, but Sorrel is more confident, leaning forward casually to rest his knuckles against the mattress at a comforting but still respectable distance from the girl. Lake: โ€œSorry- Of course- Um- so- you were- youโ€™ve been- I mean, weโ€™re- no, wait- This place is- shit. Um- Sorry!โ€ Sorrel: โ€œIโ€™m Sorrel. The big one here is Lake. Can you tell us your name, pet?โ€ The girl rubs her eyes as if waking up and takes a moment to gaze up at the men before replying, โ€œHeliotrope.โ€ Lake smiles. โ€œHeliotropeโ€ฆโ€ He repeats. Sorrel turns to whisper to Lake with a flat look. โ€œWell that canโ€™t be right. Maybe she got damaged?โ€ Lake glares at him. โ€œShh.โ€ He turns his attention back to the girl, bending so that he doesnโ€™t loom over her so much. โ€œHow do you feel, Heliotrope?โ€ The girl looks at her hands with a confused frown. โ€œUmโ€ฆ weird. I donโ€™t know how to describe itโ€ฆ am I sick? Where am I?โ€ Lake winces. โ€œYou wereโ€ฆ caught in an accident.โ€ Heliotrope flashes back to when she saw the werewolf emerge from an alleyway and drag her into its depths by her leg as she tried frantically to fight him off. The memories are depicted with harsh shadows in the same red as her eyes as they widen in recollection. โ€œNo I wasnโ€™t.โ€
February 11, 2026 at 3:39 AM
landeg.world
Pages 13/51
The valet - an older woman with her hair in a bun - smiles at Lake on her way to the front door. โ€œMy shiftโ€™s pretty much over, was there anything else you needed?โ€ โ€œNo. Thank you.โ€ โ€œOf course. Good luck with the girl, Lake.โ€ โ€œThank you.โ€ โ€œThe next valet should be here in about an hour. See you tomorrow!โ€ โ€œOkay. Thank you.โ€ Dahlia meanwhile is shaking the package by her ear thinking โ€œNot heavy enough to be a bombโ€ฆ oh, who cares.โ€ Her sweatshirt is revealed to show an airbrushed kitten. She opens the box and peers into it, saying โ€œOoh, now this is interesting.โ€ Lake looks over her shoulder. โ€œHm? What is- Oh!โ€ Inside the moulded box are four individual pre-filled syringes stylised in the same cyan blue that Ashley injected into the girl in the previous chapter. There is an envelope inside the boxโ€™s lid, which Dahlia opens to read from. Lake gazes in awe at the package, thinking โ€œHow can one guy be soโ€ฆ?โ€ Dahlia: โ€œThereโ€™s a noteโ€ฆ letโ€™s seeโ€ฆ uhhโ€ฆ To the residents of- blah blahโ€ฆ My hope, as always, is that we can work towards a collaborative- blah blah blahโ€ฆ usual stuff- Ooh! Allegedly, these are-โ€ Lake snatches the box out of her hand. โ€œHey! You donโ€™t even know what-โ€ He interrupts her, handing her one of the syringes before heading upstairs. โ€œYes I do. Take one.โ€ Dahlia shouts after him, brandishing the syringe. โ€œYouโ€™re too trusting! What if this is anti-vampire poison!?โ€ Lake: โ€œYou know he wouldnโ€™t do that.โ€ Dahlia: โ€œNo I donโ€™t! None of us do! God. At least be careful. Says here those needles are a silver alloy!โ€ Lake pokes his head back in the door of the bedroom, his head almost higher than the doorframe, box tucked under his arm. โ€œAny change?โ€ Sorrel glances at him as he discards the sports pages. โ€œAye, she woke up for a tic, then rolled over anโ€™ decided to snooze for another five minutes. No, yโ€™great numpty. Wassat yโ€™got?โ€ Lake turns his eye down to a syringe in his hand. "Itโ€™s what the wolf used to cure the girl. He dropped some off for us, too. Just like that. Do you know how much people would pay for this?โ€ Sorrel regards Lake with a flat expression as he continues: โ€œIโ€™m going to carry one on me. Just in case. I dunno if it will work on vampires, but-โ€ Sorrel swipes the syringe from Lake. โ€œMe too, then.โ€ Lake lets him, looking at him with some surprise. โ€œYou really trust him?โ€ Sorrel observes the syringe, taking off the needleโ€™s protective cap. โ€œI trust your judgement. If you say his stuff works, then it works.โ€ Lake allows himself a small, genuine smile as he reaches back down into the box, turning away, but turns back with less grace: โ€œOh, be careful, he said the needles are made of-โ€ Too late, Sorrel has already given the needle an experimental touch, and his skin has stuck to the needle and peeled away, smoking. โ€œFucken- ouch!โ€ Sorrel yowls. โ€œWarn a pal sooner, wonโ€™t you?โ€ He chastises Lake, nursing his own fingertip in his mouth with a scowl. โ€œFuck me, that stingsโ€ฆโ€ Lake turns away again with another smile, reaching for a syringe. โ€œWell, how else would a needle be able to jab into a werewolf? Or a vampireโ€ฆโ€ Sorrel: โ€œOh, you wanna get cheeky, now? Bend over anโ€™ Iโ€™ll show your cheek exactly how a needle jabs innae fucken vampireโ€ฆโ€ An unseen speaker: โ€œUm.โ€ The little girl is awake, sitting up in bed, her eyes wide and mouth flat. Depicted in colour, her skin is pale pink, her curly hair is a bright warm ginger, and her irises are the same red as the two menโ€™s. She has a round face, big downturned eyes with prominent eyelids, feathered brows, and a more bulbous nose. Lake and Sorrel stare at her, equally shocked, as she continues, โ€œCould you please be more mindful of your language? Itโ€™s making the space really hostileโ€ฆโ€ Lake and Sorrel rush to the bed. Lake is nervous, unsure how to stand or where to put his hands, but Sorrel is more confident, leaning forward casually to rest his knuckles against the mattress at a comforting but still respectable distance from the girl. Lake: โ€œSorry- Of course- Um- so- you were- youโ€™ve been- I mean, weโ€™re- no, wait- This place is- shit. Um- Sorry!โ€ Sorrel: โ€œIโ€™m Sorrel. The big one here is Lake. Can you tell us your name, pet?โ€ The girl rubs her eyes as if waking up and takes a moment to gaze up at the men before replying, โ€œHeliotrope.โ€ Lake smiles. โ€œHeliotropeโ€ฆโ€ He repeats. Sorrel turns to whisper to Lake with a flat look. โ€œWell that canโ€™t be right. Maybe she got damaged?โ€ Lake glares at him. โ€œShh.โ€ He turns his attention back to the girl, bending so that he doesnโ€™t loom over her so much. โ€œHow do you feel, Heliotrope?โ€ The girl looks at her hands with a confused frown. โ€œUmโ€ฆ weird. I donโ€™t know how to describe itโ€ฆ am I sick? Where am I?โ€ Lake winces. โ€œYou wereโ€ฆ caught in an accident.โ€ Heliotrope flashes back to when she saw the werewolf emerge from an alleyway and drag her into its depths by her leg as she tried frantically to fight him off. The memories are depicted with harsh shadows in the same red as her eyes as they widen in recollection. โ€œNo I wasnโ€™t.โ€
February 11, 2026 at 3:37 AM
landeg.world
AWW WHAT that's the nicest feedback I could ever hear!! ;_; I've become so attached to these characters I'm so glad to hear you like them too! And just in time for me to post the newest update >:) Thank you for the reminder!
February 11, 2026 at 3:27 AM
landeg.world
The Bruce is honestly so perfect since it reminds me of a Brucicle lmao it truly is perfect for such a collab. If this does well then I hope they can expand to Gong Cha in other countries (mine.)
February 11, 2026 at 3:24 AM
landeg.world
Had to look it up... my God the kacheek is so cute
February 11, 2026 at 2:16 AM
landeg.world
AOOUUUUGGHHGAAAGGGHHHH HE'S SO SOOOOO CUTE!?!? WAAAHHH??? What an amazing surprise to wake up to ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’• thank you so much I love him!!! I love love love how you drew his smile AHHH he's so him and so cute!!! THANK YOU!!!
February 11, 2026 at 2:07 AM
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snazzynewton.bsky.social
i need 10 marketable plushies of this loser NOW
(character belongs to @landeg.world #silver&iron)
a traditional pencil sketch headshot of Ashley from Landeg's story Silver & Iron. he has a big goofy smile and is blushing lightly, a scar over his left eye and his hair messily tied half up and half down
February 10, 2026 at 7:13 PM
landeg.world
Cute and sexy!!
February 10, 2026 at 4:54 PM
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taxkha.bsky.social
Hey guys, does anyone here know about any good online spaces (for example discord servers) specifically for trans people? Im asking this for a trans/nonbinary woman i met recently who has essentially no one to talk to about this. I would appreciate if you could share this! :)
February 9, 2026 at 5:28 PM
landeg.world
I call this kind of (lapse in) thinking "crowd scene syndrome" - writers can casually mention a scene takes place in a crowd of people without giving a second thought to what a monumentous strain that is on the artist (and, in many cases, the reader), even if it's not in the scene's best interests.
February 10, 2026 at 10:22 AM
landeg.world
Agreed - as a comics writer and artist, the difference in working with a writer who has attempted to at least block out their ideas with stick figures once before is night and day. It gets them thinking visually, which is better for the comic overall.
February 10, 2026 at 10:19 AM
landeg.world
Kieron, I don't know you, but I could (respectfully) kiss you. Punchy and to the point, and breaks down exactly what a significant sector of writers need to have broken down in them. May your next hot drink be the platonic ideal
February 10, 2026 at 9:48 AM
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kierongillen.bsky.social
The slide, for those who don't know it. The OTT punchline at the end of my section in my teaching comic writing slide where I'm saying that the writer is the god-creator of all comics who all must hail, before I move onto what one should do to be a good collaborator.
Me, dramatically lit, with a slide reading YOU ARE A PARASITE. THE ARTIST DOESN'T NEED YOU.
February 10, 2026 at 7:54 AM
landeg.world
Man I've got Blank Page Syndrome again for part 3...... ooohhh you should send me questions (or comments) about Silver & Iron to get the ball rolling ooohhhh.... ooOooOOoohhhhh,
landeg.world Landeg @landeg.world ยท Dec 15
Gonna make a new Straw Page thread here, repost all the other ones, and catch up on the ones I'd missed ๐Ÿ’›

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