FOLKS! Pre-Orders For My LGBT Psychedelic Horror Comic BE KIND, MY NEIGHBOR ARE HERE! Surrealism! Folk

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i love motifs i love recurring themes i love symbolism i love foreshadowing i love impactful narratives

“BE KIND, MY NEIGHBOR”- ANIMATED PROMO TRAILER FEAT. KING GIZZARD AND THE LIZARD WIZARD & TEAM EGG “AN LGBT PSYCHEDELIC 70s FOLK HORROR, a WHIRLWIND ROMANCE! Murder! Love! Cults! PUPPETS!!”

HOWDY FOLKS- in celebration of my comic debut, Team Egg and I put together this crazy lil’ trailer for Be Kind, My Neighbor- coming out on AUGUST 10th! There’s still time to preorder & get some exclusive goodies! 

Omi: “Shimo Staff! HAI HA- YAAAAHH!! Perhaps I do not know my own strength!”

*thud*

Petition for artists to stop calling their art 'sketches' and 'doodles' unless it's actually a sketch (quick, unfinished pencil on paper or the digital equivalent). It probably sounds like I'm kidding but I'm genuinely not; as an artist who used to tag lots of stuff this way, I thought it was a humble way of saying 'eh it's not that great' but then I'd turn around and see some artist whose skill is WAY out of my league saying the same shit about their gorgeous, full color art. And whether or not the intent is self depreciating (which is bad in itself), the takeaway I'd always get is 'this was easy and I didn't spend very much time on it'. Cuz that's what a sketch IS, it's something low effort and unfinished. And not to sound salty but it's a bit of a 'fuck you' to people at lower skill levels who would probably chop off a limb to turn out something that good. It then slowly dawned on me that I must be the 'fuck you'-er to some people, cuz we're all our own worst critics and I know some people really do like my art, regardless of how I might feel about it.

Anyway I highly doubt anyone's intentions are really 'fuck you', I'm sure yr all doing it for similar reasons as mine were, but it's a bit hurtful and disheartening nonetheless. If you put effort into your piece, be proud of it! Otherwise ppl are gonna think 'wow if THIS is just a doodle, what the hell am I even doing?'

Boy comes over to my house: Oh my god, you have MP-36 Megatron, And Classic 1984/85 Megatron? And Action Master Megatron, And G2 Megatron, and Funko Pop Megatron, and Keychain Funko Pop Megatron, and MP-5 Megatron, and World’s Smallest Megatron, and World’s Smallest Transforming Megatron, and 1996 Beast Wars Megatron, Mega Class Transmetal Megatron, MP-43 Megatron (BW), 2006 Voyager Class Nerf N-Strike Maverick Blaster Megatron Kreon Class of 1984 version Megatron figure Vintage 1985 Pencil Topper Eraser Megatron, in your bedroom?

soundwave from transformers is autistic!

“Nice day out.”

“Yeah, sure. Horrible night to have a curse, though.”

“It’s some small comfort that the Curse at least caught some pleasant weather in its loop.”

“The Corsairs say the weather was always nice here. It was however they wanted to make it.”

“Suppose so. Still, these flowers might not’ve been in bloom. It might’ve been overcast.”

“Something tells me mild weather and pretty flowers don’t mean much after almost three years trapped here, reliving the same three weeks over and over, helpless to do anything differently while the rest of the world just moves along.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve spent all the time I can fighting here since the Curse set in, helping keep it at bay—like you. I talk with the Corsairs, too. They can’t change what they do, but I can. So I try to do things for them, bring them things.”

“Like flowers?”

“Yes, like flowers. One Corsair friend I’ve made spends the whole three weeks in a cliffside cave, pinned down by the initial Scorn attack. For the first few cycles she was just alone in there, eventually knowing exactly when the Scorn would come out of the dark, but unable to do anything to prepare. In the third week she runs out of water, gets dehydration exhaustion, and gets wounded—not by the Scorn, she killed them all. She stumbles and gashes her side on a rock. She waits the last two days, and doesn’t quite die before the Curse brings her back to the beginning to go through it all again.”

“I know lots of stories like that—and worse.”

“No doubt. For some of our friends here, it’s all we can do to fight with them, even if it doesn’t change anything yet. For her, though, I’m glad to be able to do more than that.”

“With flowers?”

“Flowers, vids and news from outside, and just talk, when I can spare the time.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to help her avoid hurting herself?”

“I’ve tried. The Curse responds strangely to our intentions. When I position myself in place to keep her from falling into the jagged rock, she still stumbles and falls—but the fall happens earlier or later than when I’m there. I think even if I spent the whole three weeks in that cave with her, I couldn’t prevent the course of what befalls her, not with all my power.”

“…You’re right. Early on, I decided to pitch camp, just skip out on Vanguard duty and stay here. I grouped up with a Corsair squad on the far side of the mists, out toward the Watchtower. I learned where every enemy would come from, and when; the trajectory and timing of each shot; the placement and severity of every wound. I fought like hell with them, over and over, but even with perfect foreknowledge of how the attacks would come…”

“You somehow couldn’t stop them.”

“…No. It’s as if their actions would change because I knew what they’d do when. Everything would end up happening the same, just… slipping around what I did, no matter how I intervened.”

“That’s the Curse. That’s how it touches us, even though we can come and go, and act freely within its grip. And that’s why I bring my friend flowers and tell her what’s going on beyond the Reef. Until we finally break the Curse, I think the small comfort we can try to give may be worth more than all the fighting we do over and over again.”

(Spine of Keres, Dreaming City)

everyone has a ship thats just: theyre perfect. they hate each other. theyre married. they havent spoken in 15 years. they have date nights three times a week. theyre divorced. theyre pining, its unrequited. its requited. theyre starcrossed. theyre meant to be. theyre doomed by the narrative. they love each other. theyve never held hands. they wont stop making out at parties. they cant look each other in the eye