This comic I made over a year ago, but I’ve touched it up since and I’m happy to share it on tumblr C: while I’ve improved immensely since I made this, I’m still really proud of myself for making it.
ps. this was during a stage in my art where I was a little texture heavy, heh heh
In one of my film classes last semester we had to tell a story in 3 pictures for a mini assignment so my friend and I did this
These are from a wonderful book called The Art Of Comforting. Check it out and learn how to be better at supporting people going through difficult things.
OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING I NEED THIS SKILL SO MUCH
(not that i would say the stuff on the left. but i’d probably say something useless)
"Why do you think God is putting you through this?" is my new go-to icebreaker.
Do you gesture to yourself while saying it
I forgot to post these!
I did these to sell at Sodak Con two months ago. Con-Ponies!
Blue mangrove crab at Bako National Park, Malaysia
Egg cases from the conical sand snail(polinices conicus). Conical Sand Snail (polinices conicus) egg sacs or sometimes dubbed as jelly sausages or horseshoe sausages, are clear kidney-shaped jellies which the sand snail lays its eggs. They are usually appear on bay beaches in October when the water temperature warm enough and the spring rains washed enough nutrients to stimulate microscopic lives such as phytoplankton.
Photo credit: Alistair Brightman
Human hand versus tiger paw. A tiger’s front paws are large and strong to bring down prey. Their retractable claws can be pulled inside when this large carnivore walks. Tigers also mark their territory by scratching on trees, which conveniently also sharpens their claws.
Hi everyone, announcement time.
So over the past couple weeks I’ve been seriously thinking about the future of the comic. As I often mention, I created this story when I was 15, so while I have a lot of love and nostalgia for this world and characters I don’t feel like it really represents who I am right now and I always feel stuck when thinking about the longevity of the story.
After a period of intense deliberation, I have decided to stop working on Thermohalia, and put my efforts into developing a new comic project. I’m thinking of reinterpreting and reworking Thermohalia from the ground up, but I’m also open to discovering an entirely new story.
I’ll be taking some time to research, world-build, design, and plan out a new comic. If you’re interested in following this process, join me over at the development tumblr: Project Protea
I randomly chose that project codename from a picture of a flower, but it turns out the Protea flower is a symbol of transformation so it’s kind of fitting!
Thank you for reading the comic up until this point! I hope you’ll understand my decision.
Oh no! :c Well, good luck.
"Fuck, he thought, then shit. Also he thought the word cunt. Because he could think whatever he wanted, and what he wanted to think about was swears."
He woke up ambiguously. “Hmm,” he seemed to say as he looked warily around him. Time for another day of swords or drugs or making business, whatever his job was.
He lit seventeen cigarettes, because who the fuck cared. “I’m a man,” he announced to the room. “I’m a goddamn man and sometimes I have to make the tough decisions that no one asked me to make and my jaw looks like a shovel and I have an important job, so fuck you,” just in case someone was listening.
He lit a cigarette, and then turned into a cigarette himself, so he was a cigarette smoking a cigarette, and it totally blew her fucking mind.
#why did no woman understand him christ all he wanted was a good blowjob#that was all#was that so hard?#but none of the women he took to dinner seemed to understand#and yet again he felt ravenously lonely and took refuge in his bottle of jack daniels