Screencap of a drawing i’m working on that is a bit of a reprise and ‘further along the spiral’ drawing of ‘broken’ miho (why am i doing this? himitsu-desu :P) It’s actually really hard to come up with a pose sometimes, a snapshot of movement, a static moment… I’m not really one for doing poses just because they look good, i sort of like there to be reasons why a character is doing what they are doing. In the case of Miho, especially in this metaphorically loaded kind of image, trying to get to something profound isn’t easy at all.
I’m not there quite yet with this drawing, but it feels like it’s somewhere along that path - these kinds of drawings are as much about discovery of something as they are about making a visually interesting image. The tentative titling of this will be something along the lines of “failed:saved” exploring the idea being more (or less?) broken as things wear on her and things become more complicated. the straps and harness parts (my research into climbing harnesses for the ‘scatterings’ story coming in handy) was not actually something i planned. Also, the EGL/Perkigoth sort of wardrobe Miho i usually put Miho in for these just seems too static and unchanged for what i’m trying to get at (whatever that is).
Anyways, it’s interesting enough, and needs a lot of fixing, but a good step along the path for the next round of fiddling. I might turn back to it tomorrow and not see anything and have to start with a different idea. It’s all part of the process (a very flawed process, but even cows with paintbrushes can make interesting images sometimes)
A random drawing sketch i did based on a long standing request from a friend for some ‘unmod’ artwork, it’s a rather rough drawing based around a Sig SP2022 (which would be the analogue of Piroko’s main carry - her hidden under-wing backup being a Sig P290 - please excuse all inadequacies of the gun itself - pencil on paper leaves less room to fiddle with accuracy ^^;;) It came out oddly dynamic, so here’s one sketch that doesn’t end up in the recycle pile :)
I always love the shading on the eyes, and the way it stands out. Truly awesome.
In chapter 9, after finding out she is a magical girl, Yuki finally acquires a boyfriend. He is a fine young man in her class at school named Kobayashi Yutaka. He evidently had a crush on her for years, to the point where the whole rest of the…
I come back to this Megatokyo strip every so often. That “every so often” just happens to be on September 11. This strip is from 2001. I admit that it’s not just by coincidence.
Megatokyo was the first webcomic I ever really read. I was nine when it started. I didn’t get all of the jokes, and I didn’t understand all of the gamer lingo, and I didn’t even know whether or not my brother would find it on his computer history. But it made me laugh, and that’s what matters most.
I came home from school on that day, where I first heard about the attacks hours after they’d happened, to see my mother crying in the kitchen. It treated me to the reality of the situation. Even then, however, I still wasn’t sure of the magnitude of the tragedy. Seeing the replay of the footage from that morning helped, if you want to call it that.
Seeing this strip, though. At first I was disappointed that the strip wasn’t funny. I didn’t feel better having read it. There wasn’t anything to laugh at. And that’s when I realized: That was it. There wasn’t anything to laugh at. In my dull ten-year-old head, I understood. Humanity was shattered. The bond between human to human - the bond that allows us all to simply exist - had been broken. And finally, it was the first time many young people - like me - had been exposed to such death.
Like Seraphim in the comic, I didn’t know what to say.
I don’t ever want to feel like I can’t laugh again. I pray for the day when all of us - everyone around the world - is able to smile about the things that they can smile about. Without happiness, the world shuts down. Without laughter, people become corpses. Without smiles, humanity weeps.
September 11 was a terrible day, not because of who did it, or who started it. It was terrible because there was nothing to be happy about. And I really hope that someday, the world will never have to feel that nothingness.
If I didn’t get this out before turning the light out, I never would have slept. I’m sorry.
EDIT: Might we all remember that we shouldn’t have a “failure of conscience.” Today, treat everyone with respect, no matter what. It’s not a day for anger.
Just because this comic is fun even without dialogue, here’s a no-dialogue high rez version for your enjoyment. Service, service!
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