The first two pages from my upcoming comic Horus Story, the very true story of Horus’ birth according to Egyptian legend.
AAAAAHHH LITTLE SET AHAHHAH
Laughing entirely too hard oh my god
“I really want that box”
this is literally the best thing
Prince Gumball’s path to the throne was brutal. Fionna wasn’t around during the Sugar Wars; Gumball distracts her by acting super bland and wearing disco pants.
Marshall Lee knows the truth, but as Chaotic Neutral, he just can’t bring himself to give a shit.
ETA: Nhyworks just gave me the amazing pun ‘Game of Scones.’ Brb dying ok.
![Midway upon the journey of our life / I found myself within a forest dark, / For the straightforward pathway had been lost. [Inf. I, lines 1-3]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/597783c60c806051cb405e6bdc3a1252/tumblr_mk1lhk6dRU1r01c0wo1_500.jpg)
Midway upon the journey of our life / I found myself within a forest dark, / For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
[Inf. I, lines 1-3]
“Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry—
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.”― Langston Hughes
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The cats of Queen Beruthiel; art by steamey
[Gandalf] is surer of finding the way home in a blind night than the cats of Queen Berúthiel.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, “A Journey in the Dark”
She was the nefarious, solitary, and loveless wife of Tarannon, twelfth King of Gondor (Third Age 830-913) and first of the “Ship-kings”, who took the crown in the name of Falastur “Lord of the Coasts,” and was the first childless king (The Lord of the Rings, Appendix A, I, ii and iv). Berúthiel lived in the King’s House in Osgiliath, hating the sounds and smells of the sea and the house that Tarannon built below Pelargir “upon arches whose feet stood deep in the wide waters of Ethir Anduin;” she hated all making, all colours and elaborate adornment, wearing only black and silver and living in bare chambers, and the gardens of the house in Osgiliath were filled with tormented sculptures beneath cypresses and yews. She had nine black cats and one white, her slaves, with whom she conversed, or read their memories, setting them to discover all the dark secrets of Gondor, so that she knew those things “that men wish most to keep hidden,” setting the white cat to spy upon the black, and tormenting them. No man in Gondor dared touch them; all were afraid of them, and cursed when they saw them pass.
…her name was erased from the Book of the Kings (“but the memory of men is not wholly shut in books, and the cats of Queen Berúthiel never passed wholly out of men’s speech”), and…King Tarannon had her set on a ship alone with her cats and set adrift on the sea before a north wind. The ship was last seen flying past Umbar under a sickle moon, with a cat at the masthead and another as a figure-head on the prow.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, Unfinished Tales, “The Istari”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/71a723fc3719d6dabec7bc59c88016b1/tumblr_mj7me18kQj1qmxaa8o1_500.jpg)
The cats of Queen Beruthiel; art by steamey
[Gandalf] is surer of finding the way home in a blind night than the cats of Queen Berúthiel.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, “A Journey in the Dark”
She was the nefarious, solitary, and loveless wife of Tarannon, twelfth King of Gondor (Third Age 830-913) and first of the “Ship-kings”, who took the crown in the name of Falastur “Lord of the Coasts,” and was the first childless king (The Lord of the Rings, Appendix A, I, ii and iv). Berúthiel lived in the King’s House in Osgiliath, hating the sounds and smells of the sea and the house that Tarannon built below Pelargir “upon arches whose feet stood deep in the wide waters of Ethir Anduin;” she hated all making, all colours and elaborate adornment, wearing only black and silver and living in bare chambers, and the gardens of the house in Osgiliath were filled with tormented sculptures beneath cypresses and yews. She had nine black cats and one white, her slaves, with whom she conversed, or read their memories, setting them to discover all the dark secrets of Gondor, so that she knew those things “that men wish most to keep hidden,” setting the white cat to spy upon the black, and tormenting them. No man in Gondor dared touch them; all were afraid of them, and cursed when they saw them pass.…her name was erased from the Book of the Kings (“but the memory of men is not wholly shut in books, and the cats of Queen Berúthiel never passed wholly out of men’s speech”), and…King Tarannon had her set on a ship alone with her cats and set adrift on the sea before a north wind. The ship was last seen flying past Umbar under a sickle moon, with a cat at the masthead and another as a figure-head on the prow.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, Unfinished Tales, “The Istari”
Here is the first 9 pages from a 56 pager I drew this winter for an anthology my good friend Jon Wolfe is putting together for this convention season. It went to the printers yesterday so I can officially start promoting the heck out of this little book (which I am unbearably excited about).
Come time for C.A.K.E. I’ll share the where and when you can pick this little gem of a book up and come SPX (where he and I will be tabling together) I’ll do the same.
The anthology, titled Prom Committee, is a collection of three stories (by Jon Wolfe, Aaron Pittman and I) all pseudo-manga inspired, pulling from all across the manga landscape. My story is one part yaoi, one part josei manga, about the relationships a museum curator has with an older painting student and a potential boyfriend. And a cursed painting of a black knight.
I was commissioned by Rory Morris and Chris Schweizer to do a variant cover for their comic Konqueror!!!! WHAT AN AWESOME ASSIGNMENT THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR ASKING ME TO DO THIS
A Year In Trees
A made this animated/print piece to accompany the beautiful op-ed story “A Year in Trees” for the NY Times. I was really excited to try animating something like this. Thanks AD’s Erich Nagler and Aviva Michaelov !
Rebecca Mock, killing it y’all.
