Randome Shit

Swordfish lives through the pursuit of the world’s worst archers, and finally meets Grym! I can’t tell if either of them are very enthusiastic about their situation, but at least Hopper’s happy!

It’s fine. This is a readily comprehensible human illogic. Exactly the kind of thing he expected from moving to Earth.

And he decides he’s honored by it, in a humanly illogical way.

The humans are asking him to do what is after all his job, and specifically requesting him for the joy his name brings them on top of an already agreeable and satisfying task. He has no objection to engendering positive emotions in others. Harm hastens the heat-death of the universe, Surak teaches, so happiness must logically slow it down. 

Plus, Vulcans of his generation love puns. There were two decades of punning competitions in colleges across the planet. So when he realizes that he is a walking zero-effort pun, and that the humans also love the pun, he is all for it. He is the Joe Cool of the entire Vulcan population in his city. 

And via this pun, the humans are including him in a cherished and traditional myth, by casting him as the literal bringer of life and the expander of families. 

For real though working together with some human social workers, a Vulcan would be an excellent caretaker for children in an adoption center.

Child has a meltdown? Imagine Stork, perfectly calm and unbothered, approaching the kid and saying “You appear quite upset, Eliza. If you would please allow me to relocate you to the ‘bean-bag-chair,’ we can discuss the source of your distress.”

A Vulcan educated in medicine and child psychology would be endlessly patient with a kid with behavioral issues. Stork wouldn’t get or upset or frustrated. After all, these are children with medical and psychological conditions. It would be illogical to blame the child or to not treat them with the appropriate care.

Even if the a little one was having a bad day or was just overtired, Stork wouldn’t get angry. He might even be a calming presence. Any new kids acting out would learn real quick that they’d have better luck trying to arm-wrestle a Klingon than get a rise out of Stork.

Not only that, Vulcans live much longer than humans. Imagine Stork looking virtually unchanged as decades pass. Kids he’d helped years ago would turn up fully grown, maybe there to adopt their own kids, and run into Stork, looking almost exactly as they remember him.

“Say, there’s a Qualar over there. What are they saying?”

“No idea.”

“What?”

“That’s a Kinzian Qualar. I’m a Surolian Qualar. You’d have just as much luck understanding them as I would. You’re lucky I even speak Human.”

“Human isn’t a language.”

“So what?”

“try making friends with them with your communication device”

“Hello, fellow Polish KURWA ALE BYM OJEBAŁ HOTDOGA Z ŻABKI KOLEGO KOPSNIJ SZLUGA JEBAĆ FALUBAZ what the actual fuck”

“Now you’re one of them. Go with them steal someone’s spaceship”

“Why?”

“So they’re busy not stealing yours”

“I’d rather try my best with the Americans”

“if you go to their airspace they’ll shoot you”

“Albanians?”

“Mafia”

“Armenians?”

“They invented Kardashians”

“No way! Greeks?”

“They’re weird”

“You better hurry”

“Why?”

“Say, there’s a Qualar over there. What are they saying?”

“No idea.”

“What?”

“That’s a Kinzian Qualar. I’m a Surolian Qualar. You’d have just as much luck understanding them as I would. You’re lucky I even speak Human.”

“Human isn’t a language.”

Looks like a princess to me!

Since you were all so curious! :)

Swordfish was still in the egg when it happened. His parents weren’t the traditional gold-hoarding, conquest-hungry kind of dragons. They guarded the land without meddling in human affairs.

When Avoryx, a malevolent wyrm ruined and twisted by her own past, came down from the sky, she destroyed everything and everyone she saw as a threat to her future offspring. Her only goal was make the world safe for the child she hadn't yet hatched. She defeated Swordfish’s parents in battle, though she got grievously injured herself. The dragon slinked away to tend to her wounds, leaving the egg undiscovered.

Avoryx’s conquest marked a new era of fear and despair, but over time, she slowed, and the land recovered. But by now she has made so many enemies, and her past will catch up to her. Dragons like her always meet the sword.

Avoryx’s plush is available for preorder for a week more! Link:

Plushie

We reached the production milestone a little while ago, which means she is guaranteed to be made! :)

Sometimes a comic is born purely because you wanted to draw a ferocious battle between two ancient dragons!

walking around asking people if they want to pet your rat (plushie)

going in character as a fur trader carting around a wagon full of exotic wares at competitive prices

handing people a business card containing only the printed image of a flea (and on the back, the text "uh-oh!")

*instinctively you flip it over searching for information*

Students: *collective gasp*

I’m glad we took that X-ray