Trigun fancomic update, page 6-9 roughs early for patrons <3
I'm having so much fun drawing this Trigun comic, and it's helping me really appreciate how much I enjoy drawing comics and how often I struggle to just draw single image illustrations. Expressing things for a story seems to come easier for me. Even accepting the flaws of the art seems to come easier. And I do miss coloring but telling a story just feels so good.
I didn't even really make comics at all until I was in my 30s and god I was missing out
I get my media recommendations the old fashioned way: by watching someone I follow on here go on an unhinged reblog spree of media related content until I eventually decide to go "alright, what's all this then"
This is Meredith, a friend of mine who, whenever I encounter her at parties I always ask her about her research on this stuff. She's fat-positive and doing research for her PhD on weight-loss surgery in Canada. In her tweets she says she's looking to talk to people who are "engaged in fat politics, have had negative or harmful experiences in surgery", particularly cis men, trans and non-binary people, and BIPOC.
Meredith is one of the most gentle and kind people I know and I'm sure talking to her will be a wonderful experience. It seems like she could use more fat trans voices in her research, and I am sharing this with her permission, because I know there are a lot of people on tumblr who have a lot to say. Let your voices be heard!
Contact her at besseym at uoguelph dot ca, and signal boost!
I'm learning how to drive for the first time at 37yo and I went on the highway yesterday for my literally fourth time behind the wheel and I'm still shocked/impressed with myself. My teacher even praised me for my wicked ramp skills.
May his memory be a blessing.
Willem Arondéus (22 August 1894 – 1 July 1943) was a Dutch artist and author who joined the Dutch anti-Nazi resistance movement during World War II. He participated in the bombing of the Amsterdam public records office to hinder the Nazi German effort to identify Dutch Jews and others wanted by the Gestapo. Arondéus was caught and executed soon after his arrest. Yad Vashem recognized Arondéus as Righteous Among the Nations.
Their attack, which took place on 27 March 1943, was partially successful, and they managed to destroy 800,000 identity cards, and retrieve 600 blank cards and 50,000 guilders. The building was blown up and no one was caught on the night of the attack. However, due to an unknown betrayer, Arondéus was arrested on 1 April 1943. Arondéus refused to give up the rest of his team.
Arondéus was openly gay before the war and defiantly asserted his sexuality before his execution. His final words were:
"Tell the people that homosexuals are not by definition weak."
From Wikipedia
He was also a pretty great artist
It's part of my culture (as a fujoshi, not as an Irish person) to enjoy male suffering in fiction.
When a “funny” dude likes you and anytime he sees you anywhere he will be like “yoooo wassup it’s Jelissa!” (Or whatever) like “omg Miranda is here whaaaat” for literally no reason why do they do that
They are more likely to do this the more meek and shy they perceive you too. They are less likely to do this if they think you’re loud and confident. Idk what it is it’s not even necessarily bad or annoying it’s just like why.
This is a VERY sweet take and I hope it’s sometimes true
Okay I thought this behavior was annoying before but now it’s actually quite endearing thank you extroverts who want introverts to feel included.
There was a stoner I liked very much when I was playing age of Conan some ten or more years ago. He would roll up into the vent, yell my name and rip a fat one on mic before vanishing again. Always made me feel special. It was like a dog that would greet you by barking as loud as possible and wagging his tail so hard it leaves a dent in the wall when your car rolls up. Everyone was luke warm to cold on him but he was my fucking buddy and I loved him because he made me feel wanted which I sure as shit wasn’t getting at home!!
Eventually I made the decision to start emulating behaviors that made me feel happy and started doing that in other places. To this day my whole discord chants the nickname of whomever joins the call, like a pack of seagulls who just locked eyes on a delicious spare French fry. There’s nothing quite as amazing as walking into a room and hearing a chorus of loved ones drawing out your name like they were going to sweep you off your feet if they could, slash like a pack of feral dogs ready to bowl you the fuck over.
I've reblogged this before but fuck does this last story really make it
This is the act of making space for people.
Make space for your people!
the heart a sparrow hollow bones and paper wings perched atop a palm
we sing hurricanes yet deserve to sing and have a palm to perch on
Untitled Comic 3/?
Pages 1-3 | 4-5 | 6-9 Post-Maximum, Vash/Wolfwood, grief, mission fic. Plenty of insurance girls and a couple randos. After everyone enabled me with the reception on this one I’ve decided to just let myself serialize this little comic while I work on it.
[_alt: Image 1: A fancomic of Trigun. Four panels. Vash thinks that something changed on the floating ship. In panel 2 Wolfwood regards him with a complicated expression. Vash wonders “Maybe when you looked at me with that face?” In panel 3 we see Vash and Wolfwood in a hospital room. Vash wonders “Because of what I said in that hospital room?” In panel 4, Wolfwood is standing a distance away outside. Vash wonders, “Because you learned Earth was coming?” A speech bubble interrupts his thoughts, saying “Mister Vash!”
Image 2: panel 1. Milly sits next to Vash. She complains “You weren’t listening again!” Panel 2, Vash looks away from her through a window. He says “Long drives make me sooo sleepy.” Panel 3 depicts Milly, but Vash’s dialogue continues: “Besides, I’m sure you have more interesting people to talk to, right?” Panel 4, Milly looks hurt and starts “But Mr. Vash–” but is interrupted by Meryl, who says “It’s fine, Milly.” Panel 5, we see Meryl is in a seat in front of Milly. She says “He was never going to give in that easily."
Image 3, panel 1: A large scene-setting panel reveals that the trio are in a car driving across the desert. Meryl says "He’s been an isolated pain in the ass for years. Why would today be any different?” Vash retorts with “Hey, that’s not very nice!” Meryl replies with “If it wasn’t true, I wouldn’t say it!” Another speech bubble from Milly begins in panel 1 and brings the reader to panel 2, another interior view of the car with Milly behind Meryl. Milly says “But Meryl, we need that information! You already spent your advance for the Vash the Stampede biography on this car!” Meryl, smiling, says “Not to worry, Milly. I have a plan.”]
I just wanna work on this basically all the time but I have bills to pay so I might post draft pages on my Patreon first fyi.
Pages 1-3 | 4-5 | 6-9
Untitled comic. Post-Maximum, Vash/Wolfwood, grief, mission fic. Plenty of insurance girls and a couple randos.
[_alt: Page 4, panel 1, Meryl looks sinister. She says “It’s the never-letting-him-out-of-my-sight-until-one-of-us-dies plan!” Panel 2, Milly sits behind Meryl. She asks “Is that different from what we used to do?” Meryl says “No, but just look at his face.” Panel 3, Milly turns to see that Vash is wearing a horrified expression. Panel 4, a wide shot of the car driving over sand dunes. Off-screen Milly says “Great idea, Meryl!” Meryl replies, “Keep on him with the questions, Milly!” Milly replies, “Right!” Panel 5, Milly looks at a book. She says “Um, this one says…” Panel 6, Vash gazes through the car window as Milly says “…Oh.”
Page 5, panel 1, Milly sadly regards her book. She says “I was asking you about Mr. Wolfwood.” In panel 2, Vash wordlessly gazes through the window. In panel 3, Meryl squints and says “Huh?” Panel 4 is a wide shot of the desert and a silhouette. Meryl says “What is someone doing all the way out here?” Panel 5, a woman drinks from a water flask. Panel 6, the woman, very pregnant, cheerfully says “How kind of you folks to stop for me!” Meryl, her hair in the bottom right, shouts “How could we not when you’re super pregnant?!” Panel 7 is a wide shot of where the car has stopped and the woman is seated in the driver’s seat while Vash, Meryl, and Millie stand outside. The woman says “Oh, we’re not THAT far from town!” Meryl argues, “Still!”]
Next post will probably have to be 4 pages so it might take a little bit. I have more free time and less work to do thanks to my Patrons (wink wink nudge nudge).
I can’t imagine Meryl would use the words “super pregnant” but it’s the best I could do.
Lucy complains that she will be twenty in December and has never gotten a proposal, and then received three in one day. THREE!
Pages 1-3 | 4-5 | 6-9
Untitled comic. Post-Maximum, Vash/Wolfwood, grief, mission fic. Plenty of insurance girls and a couple randos.
[_alt: Page 4, panel 1, Meryl looks sinister. She says "It's the never-letting-him-out-of-my-sight-until-one-of-us-dies plan!" Panel 2, Milly sits behind Meryl. She asks "Is that different from what we used to do?" Meryl says "No, but just look at his face." Panel 3, Milly turns to see that Vash is wearing a horrified expression. Panel 4, a wide shot of the car driving over sand dunes. Off-screen Milly says "Great idea, Meryl!" Meryl replies, "Keep on him with the questions, Milly!" Milly replies, "Right!" Panel 5, Milly looks at a book. She says "Um, this one says..." Panel 6, Vash gazes through the car window as Milly says "...Oh."
Page 5, panel 1, Milly sadly regards her book. She says "I was asking you about Mr. Wolfwood." In panel 2, Vash wordlessly gazes through the window. In panel 3, Meryl squints and says "Huh?" Panel 4 is a wide shot of the desert and a silhouette. Meryl says "What is someone doing all the way out here?" Panel 5, a woman drinks from a water flask. Panel 6, the woman, very pregnant, cheerfully says "How kind of you folks to stop for me!" Meryl, her hair in the bottom right, shouts "How could we not when you're super pregnant?!" Panel 7 is a wide shot of where the car has stopped and the woman is seated in the driver's seat while Vash, Meryl, and Millie stand outside. The woman says "Oh, we're not THAT far from town!" Meryl argues, "Still!"]
Next post will probably have to be 4 pages so it might take a little bit. I have more free time and less work to do thanks to my Patrons (wink wink nudge nudge).
I can’t imagine Meryl would use the words “super pregnant” but it’s the best I could do.
Here’s where Dracula gets REALLY horny, apparently.