Pocketsize Jade

Still her little boy.

Originally this was going to be a fully colored illustration. But I got so dissatisfied and burnt out from it, I can't work on it anymore. Decided to post it as a rough sketch instead.

I was asked by a friend yesterday if I could offer basic tips about comic paneling. As it turns out, I have a lot to say on the matter! I tried breaking down the art of paneling using the principles of art and design, and I hope it helps you out!

EDIT: uh uh there are a lot of people reblogging this, so i figure i may as well append this now while i can lol

This whole thing was very much cranked out in a few hours so I had a visual to talk about with a friend! If this gives you a base understanding of paneling, that's awesome! Continue to pull in studies from the comics you see and what other artists do well and don't do well! You can tell paneling is doing well when the action is flowing around in its intended reading format.

Here's the link to the globalcomix article from which I pulled the images about panel staggering! Someone sent in a reblog that it wasn't totally clear that the 7th slide mostly covers what NOT to do in regards to staggering, and that is my mistake!

I saw in a tag that someone was surprised I used MamaYuyu too, and I don't blame them lol. If I had given myself more than a couple hours maybe I would have added something else on, I just really admire MamaYuyu's paneling personally.

“How to draw folds ✍🏻👕✨”

Still her little boy.

Originally this was going to be a fully colored illustration. But I got so dissatisfied and burnt out from it, I can't work on it anymore. Decided to post it as a rough sketch instead.

Another fist this week: a giant! It’s been something on my to-do list for a while and it’s finally here. I hope you enjoy this new world and this amazing characters.

Female Reader x Male Monster

My village is close-knit. We all work together to help each other out, sort of like a big family. My father is the village head, as my grandfather was before him, and my great grandfather before him too. I’m the first girl born into the family for thirteen generations, a rarity. My father named me Opal, for the gemstone our village is famous for.

My father has always enjoyed having me tag along with him on his business, helping out the people of the village and solving problems. He thought it was best I learn how to lead the village when the time came. He wanted me to be prepared for anything, as there hadn’t been a chieftess in ages. My mother’s family owns the most fruitful land for opals, and it was she who found the largest thunderegg to ever come from the territory. The giant opal became a centerpiece for our home, but also a source of arguments between her and my father.

My father wanted to sell the opal and put the money back into the village. However my mother wanted to keep it in case of an emergency, or to provide for me and my little brothers’ futures. My father thought it ridiculous that we could possess so much wealth, and that the village should have it. My mother found it equally ridiculous that he was putting the village above his own children. So the opal remained in our home, a strange knickknack tucked into the shelves.

My brothers became opal miners, going out every day to our mother’s territory while I accompanied our father. Our mother’s mine was located at the edge of the Colossal Hare Wood - perhaps one of the most frightening places in all of Miror. It was named for the monstrous trees that looked like the infamous Hares. The forest was like an ocean - endless, deep, and full of things we knew nothing about.

Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.

Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.

Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.

They were CHILDREN.

I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.

Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture

People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.

I went to a “Cancel Canada Day” event and burst into tears - not because I was surprised to learn of the unmarked graves (survivors told us they were there. Our government pushed it aside, and we let them), but because seeing all the people gathered in mourning drove it home: They. Were. Children.

This is my country’s legacy - and it’s not history. The last schools closed during my lifetime. My Father went to school with students who lived at the local residential school, after it was changed to a boarding house (read: holding centre) for indigenous youth who went to local schools.