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Leyelle 2024-03-25 15:48:44 UTC #1

He makes a good impression of genuine confusion when he lays eyes on me. Even if he didn’t know she would ask me to bring the bag, he had to know I’d find out.

He turns disturbingly pale and then a sick shade of red, trying to keep his breathing steady. I can only imagine the pain, and I don’t try to.

I can’t manage sympathy today - can’t even cry - don’t even want to.

I think the fury is the only thing keeping me standing.

Tossing his backpack into the seat by the window, I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at the pretty idiot in the white gown.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were rehospitalized?”

He glares back at me, despite the pain, with a steadiness that’s almost impressive, “You were busy.”

“I was busy-”

I can’t even - this close to going off on one of my demented little tirades - I probably would, if there weren’t other patients. I force my voice to remain steady, and quiet, but hiss venomously, “You don’t think I could take time to visit my best friend when he’s in the hospital?”

“You couldn’t when I wasn’t,” he says flatly, and that strikes the wrong chord. Though it’s not like I didn’t want to.

I’m not about to go back to apologizing, to surrendering to his moods - not today-

Push back. the shadow-

When I don’t budge, he looks down at the blankets, running his hand over the cotton ocean.

“It’s not that big a deal,” he mumbles under his breath, like a pouty child. There’s a brief silence, only disturbed by the rustle of the blankets. When he speaks again his tone makes my stomach churn with delicate horror:

“They’ve been telling me since the accident that I’d probably end up paralyzed from the waist down, anyway. They’re planning to do a surgery but they’ve already warned me it’s not expected to work. I guess they’re scared I'll sue if it leaves me completely…”

He can’t finish the sentence, and maybe it’s better that way. Saying it out loud would feel too much like pronouncing a curse. Just the silence knocks the wind out of me.

Since the whole chapter is one scene if I don't stop myself i would just post the whole thing

kyupol 2024-03-25 19:07:45 UTC #2

jadendouglas 2024-03-26 23:37:04 UTC #3

Opening scene of chapter 3 is pretty fun

XiuLyn_12 2024-03-27 02:18:24 UTC #4

Here's my recent favorite scene! It's from episode 8!

morganicfoods 2024-03-27 03:09:13 UTC #5

(Posted this part on r/webtoons earlier).
This is from one of my favourite scenes to both write and draw. At least, recently. I've drawn a lot. XD

Leyelle 2024-03-27 03:12:02 UTC #6

I was curious, if you don't mind me asking, what ethnicity you are, since most of your characters appear to be brown girls.

I feel as if I rarely see people drawing/writing brown girls as main characters in anything, unless they are that ethnicity themself, so it makes me curious as an afro-dominican.

morganicfoods 2024-03-27 04:10:43 UTC #7

I'm white-canadian. Grew up in a fairly diverse city. In highschool, it wasn't uncommon for me to be the only white girl in my classes.

I draw characters how I imagine them. Fun fact: the characters in Light Rising took a couple tries for me to actually get what's in my mind down on paper, which is usually how it goes XD. I'll then come up with reasons for why they all look the way they do after.
Agalatia is a large country made up of many different ethnic groups, almost stretching from the equator to the southern tropic.

Kronmero 2024-03-27 05:19:29 UTC #8

Derrorro 2024-03-27 18:48:46 UTC #9

Leyelle 2024-04-24 01:23:20 UTC #10

I wake up drenched with sweat that feels like ice - coursing down my spine in tortured torrents-

And something in me is so shattered-

So fed up with the torment that I lose my mind- like fire through my blood and the bed-

I tear my sheets off the mattress and throw them to the floor, hearing threads fracture and fabric tear - I throw the pillows at the wall and my words after them, shrieking at the tops of my lungs.

“I DON’T CARE! I DON’T CARE! I DON’T MISS YOU! I DON'T WANT TO!”

And it’s not the first time I’m glad the house is empty! Glad everyone who cares about me is millions of miles away! That I have no one close enough to hold me after the nightmares and I’m completely and entirely alone! So I can scream like a demoniac until the howling on the inside of my head calms to that mellow, roaring melancholy I’m so used to that it’s almost comforting - almost mothering - and I can lay down on the bare mattress, weeping like a raving maniac with anger and agony-!

Not because I miss her.

I don’t miss her.

Vassia 2024-04-24 15:38:46 UTC #11

He watched as she climbed up into a low-hanging tree. While she distracted him he let one of his expensive leather boots slip into a deep puddle of mud. The mud slid into his boot soaking up his sock. Vince struggled to get it out, but the mud wasn’t being cooperative. He heard Handi laugh at him from up in the tree.

“Where are you going,” Handi yelled from above. She was a few feet above him walking along a tree’s branch like a circus acrobat.

“I’m going to the beach to get off your island,” he yelled back.

After a few attempts, he finally got his boot free, but not before he slathered a good layer of mud on his trousers too. When he looked up again he was startled to find Handi’s head hanging in front of him. She stared at him more concerned than angry this time.

“You can’t get off this island,” she said.

Vince dismissed her concern and walked past her. He knew she wouldn’t be of any help.

“You know the beach is that way,” Handi said. He turned back around. Handi hung from her branch still upside down and pointed in almost the opposite direction he was going. “We’re heading into the mountains right now.”

“Thank you,” he said and walked in the direction Handi indicated, instantly forgetting about the mud puddle. His lips pressed together in a thin line of self-anger as his other boot sank into the mud. As if this island couldn’t get any worse.

ArdiHel 2024-04-25 13:22:37 UTC #12

Hard to tell which is my favorite scene but I have always been proud of this spread.

Vassia 2024-04-25 15:22:35 UTC #13

Wow that's and awesome action shot

ilesarki 2024-04-25 19:35:11 UTC #14

Here are some from KARAMADOR, my reneissance fantasy comic.

To see more and learn the context behind these scenes, click down below!

SumireHime 2024-04-26 05:23:37 UTC #15

Context: Yuki and Tatara are a gay couple who've been together for four years. They live in Tokyo and have two cats, named Lupin and Flowercoat. Lupin is a young cat and gets into trouble a lot. Flowercoat is fat and old. The book is about the couple's daily lives.

"DON'T EAT THAT!" Tata gasped, his arms outstretched for Lupin, who was stupifyingly trying to eat our sink's faucet. His mouth was open so wide like a snake. His teeth scraping and gnawing so hard, trying to...do what exactly? Where was the logic?

"LUPIN!" I cried out, but I was immediately laughing so hard, rushing over to him, too.

"Luuupiiin!" Tata groaned, trying to pull him but it was useless. He just became like an unstuffed plush toy, his body stretching in an arch as he desperately tried to devour the metal. "We already have a plumbing issue! We don't need another! Luuupiiin!"

"Okay, okay," I breathed, trying to regain my composure, but it was impossible. "Lupin, what the hell, what's happening. Come here, bad boy. Wow." I reached out to him, taking him under the arms. For a brief moment, he was in the air with his mouth still attached to the faucet like a shark. He let go with a gentle tug. His lips clenched a few times in the search for more.

-From chapter 7 of "Every Day is Beautiful With You", about the daily lives of drag queens in Tokyo. Focuses on one couple who are drag queens who own a drag bar and their friends.

Leyelle 2024-05-20 16:53:59 UTC #16

The intro is one of my faves to "Rigamarole"

I feel like Adam and Eve must have - trying to ignore the sound of our parents downstairs in the living room asking where we are - if we’ve come home from school yet-

I almost shut the bathroom door, leaving my foot in the space between the door and its frame - whispering harshly for all my panic-

“Wash your face.”

Riley obeys. Plunging his hands into the ice cold water vomiting from the sink, he wipes the last delicate dribbles of golden bile from his lower lip, and I shove the door open again with a violence that makes it slam against the wall behind it - leaving a dent like a pitted scar-

“Now hurry up and get to your room and your homework before they come up here.”

This he does too, without a word, and I pretend not to notice the smudging in his eyeliner - hoping mom and dad won’t notice either.

(this is free for everyone to read on my Patreon public posts

Vassia 2024-05-22 22:38:16 UTC #17

One of my favorite descriptions that I've written:

“This is dumb,” Ludz said, his voice was soft and creamy like the melted chocolate they found in the Leviathan last year. He’d been going out with her to scavenge for supplies more often these days. Exploring the Leviathan was one of her favorite pastimes. It had likely once been a proud steamship with three masts and a chimney as long as their tallest tree, but as long as Handi could remember its front half laid tilting out of the island floor on the eastern side of shipwreck forest with two broken steel masks and disintegrating sails. The island had feasted on its metal body for decades; its deck devoured by grass and its pipes gave new life to flowers blooming through its metalwork. Now it bleed green vines along its side instead of smoke out of its belly.

BOOGIEMUFFIN 2024-05-22 23:28:27 UTC #18

Favorite panel I drew from the first episode:

rkignazio 2024-05-23 19:55:54 UTC #19

When I first decided to create my adventure comic, Enoch: The First City, this was the first image that I came up with: a flying boat, way up in the sky, crashing back down to earth.

UntiteldMaidens 2024-05-23 20:38:09 UTC #20

i know, its too many images.......