"In the magnificent city of Bonta, twelve-year-old Joris whiles away happy days with his adoptive father, Kerub Crepin, an old cat man.
All that changes the day Joris is kidnapped by Julith, a witch who has set her heart on destroying Bonta. Julith alone knows that Joris is the unwitting master of the Ebony Dofus, a dragon’s egg whose power can make her wildest dreams come true. With the help of his new companions, Joris will finally be able to prove his worth as the only person who can save Bonta.”
“Joris is the unwitting master of the Ebony Dofus” Oh my godness, I knew it!!!
Official post in Dofus Forum.
So that’s what’s up with Joris.
IN WHICH I post a bunch of wips that may or may not ever be finished. This is a portrait of thoughtsupnorth’s design for a gijinka of the planet Uranus.*
A draw-ring based on a lady character that rockpaperscissorsglue designed. I am coloring it but it is being sort of a butt. >:C
Anonymous asked: Do you think of your audience when you draw a comic, or imagine someone reading your comic as you draw it? Or do you draw for yourself?
I draw my comics for homicide detectives, so that is who I imagine reading my comics as I work on them.
You know the type. Watched his mom and sister get gunned down over his dad’s drug debts and swore he’d become a cop. Last time he saw his father was when he had to testify against him, but it looks like he’ll have to pay a visit to the state prison to see if he can shake some information about Big Joe Paglia out of him. He has the highest clearance rate in the precinct but he’s never gonna make captain with that chip on his shoulder and that devil on his back. His marriage went to shit ever since he started hitting the bottle. He wants to stop, but he can’t shake that image of his partner’s body getting torn into by the Antelope Ripper after he tied the both of him up in the governor’s mansion. His new partner seems eager, but he can’t trust her yet - she’s a little green, a “diversity hire”, if you know what I mean. She might be the only friend he’s got, though. He knows what the other detectives think of him. He’s no rat, but when they all skimmed a little off the Rordiguez heroin seizure and he passed on taking anything, they started looking at him funny. Doesn’t help that the chief has been riding him ever since he disobeyed a direct order to lay off the mayor’s son’s drug charge. Doesn’t help that he has his ex-wife calling him ten times a day for alimony. He just ended a twelve hour shift by talking a tweaker out of murdering a baby he was using as a hostage and he wants to relax. He goes to his local, orders a shot a cold one, slams a quarter into the jukebox to play his favourite - Charlie “Bird” Parker. He opens up the newest issue of Lose. It’s the only good, pure thing in his day - the only ray of light in his miserable fucking life.
The other week, I was listening to Hazy Shade of Winter (I know, I know, I am terminally uncool), and it put me in mind to draw high-contrast stuff in the snow. So here is some high-contrast stuff in the snow!
I have also discovered a strange affinity for painting dead birds. This is yet another hobby that I shouldn’t talk about at parties.
That moment when you can recall the shape or feel of a thing, but not the thing itself.
"If there is one among you who has the courage, come up and join me on this stage.
I will kiss you and I will transform you. I will reach my good right hand into your chest and I will pull out your living heart. I will transform what is left of you into a giant robot, and with that giant robot I will buy us freedom from this dismal reality’s chains.
Do not despair. Do not let the world crush you. We can do this.
All is not lost.
You who were given to and mired in your misery. You who had abandoned hope. Come stand before me. Set aside this prison of your own making and I. will. make. you. good.