Hi guys, just wondering how you do your art for the comic (traditional or digital or a mix of the 2) I wanna know because I'm starting my own webcomic some point soon and want to know from the creators of one of the best webcomics I've read, thanks!
Hello!
That's exciting that you want to get into webcomics! They are a ton of fun and a great place to learn a lot of different skill sets!
That said, Space and I have been doing comics for many many years and have learned from doing comics, how to do them!
I actually made a mini comic for a zine last year about our process I wanted to share:
here are the supplies we use for our comics! After the script is complete, the comics go through thumbnails (one chapter at a time for flow) and it's even more edited. Then comes pencils (Space handles this) and after that, I ink them!
Here's an example of pencils and inks:
From there, the page gets digitally toned and then the lettering/SFX are added as the last step!
A lot of our process comes from the enjoyment of using certain materials and effects. We love the way it feels to use traditional tools and incorperated that heavily into our works! Of course, any medium has it's benefits and drawbacks, so it's important to really think about what you enjoy with art and implement that into comics. Comics take a LOT of energy, so I encourage you to pursue what you enjoy doing the most!
That said, your process can definitely change over time too. We've swapped out different tools and methods all the time, and tackling new comics has also opened up a lot more ideas with how we approach our comics with layouts, texture, design, and so on.
I also wanted to give a shout out to a resource that I am a part of for the webcomic community: Screen Tones! It's a place to find blogs, videos, and podcasts about how to make webcomics, navigate spaces, and improve your craft!
We wish you the best of luck on your comic making journey, and thank you so much for reaching out! Feel free to ask any more questions if you'd like as well :D
Alright, Vampire Mary was one half of the tie from the smut poll, which only halfway helped me plan some content, haha. I may have added some extra lore to this one, I don't know what it means or if I'll expand on it, but enjoy you lovely little freaks. Next up is the bloody chase with Creature V.
also dedicating to @infestissumaam and the anon who also requested Vampire Mary❤️ (the fact that these were all three asked within an hour of each other is a delight.)
Under The Spell
Vampire Mary Goore x f!reader
“So, believe me now?” Mary smirked, running his tongue over his fangs.
“You can pick those up at any Halloween store, dickweed.”
“Man, you really are a hard sell, aren't you?”
Grabbing your hand, he guided it to his mouth and pressed the tip of your index finger to one of his elongated canines. You let out a hiss as the point easily punctured your skin, a small bead of blood forming at the wound. Mary's lips enclosed around your finger, sucking hard as his eyes closed, a growling rumble erupting from his throat.
“Mary, what're y-you-”
Retreating your finger with a wet suction pop, he grinned at you with impossibly darkened eyes.
“Still think I'm bluffing?” He took a step towards you, making you stumble back with a gasp. Immediately he looked equal parts amused and intrigued.
“Oh, so you're afraid of me now? After telling me you'd spent so many nights rubbing one out to vampire flicks, now you're turning into a coward?”
Tightening his grip around your fingers, you swallowed hard as his other hand roughly clutched your waist. The green hue of his eyes was mesmerizing in the moonlight, almost hypnotic, as he stared unblinking into you, through you. Your heart was pounding against your ribs so hard it almost hurt and not a single coherent thought was in your head as you stared back.
To you, Mary was a drunken one-night-stand that was truthfully not your most exciting hookup, but you’d managed to stay friends after. Okay, friends with the occasional benefit. Still, you thought you knew him fairly well. Yet this new…revelation was something you’d never expected, even if you’d always thought there was something admittedly otherworldly about him. Never in your wildest dreams/fantasies could you have imagined this. But then again, it was Mary who sent the text “meet me by the woods next to the cemetery”- what else did you expect?
“I'm not afraid,” you stammered, rather unconvincingly. “I'm just trying to wrap my head around this. Jesus fuck, Mary…”
Smirking, his teeth gleaming against the darkness, he massaged his fingers against your palm, eyeing the puncture wound on your thumb.
“I already know what you taste like,” he grinned. “In more ways than one, of course. Want to know what it reminds me of?”
With a sharp tug of his hand, he pulled you against him, making you crash roughly against his chest.
“Like a filthy fuck under a full moon, with you screaming as I rip you apart. I'm going to tear you to fucking pieces.”
Mary bared his teeth with a snarl, dragging his fangs against the pale skin of your wrist, his tongue dragging an obscenely wet trail in its path.
“You'd be so easy to take. Right here. I bet you wouldn't even try to fight me off. Fuck, I can smell your dripping cunt from here.”
To your shame, he wasn't wrong. Everything about him, the way he was eyeing you like a starving dog with a bone, to his all-too familiar scent of cheap beer and cigarettes now darkened with something even more sinister, down to his steel grip on your hand, a strength you'd never seen from him before. It was all turning you on at a wicked, disgusting speed.
“Tell you what. I'll give you a headstart. But when I catch you, and I will catch you, I'm gonna fuck you into the fucking dirt. Then I'm going to see what you taste like as you cum on my cock like the filthy fang-banger you always wanted to be.”
This time, he pulled his face in close, closing the distance so tightly you thought for a moment he was pulling you into a kiss. Instead, he spoke in a growl so close to your mouth that his lips brushed yours as he spoke.
“Just say no and you can go back to the bar, fuck some nauseatingly dull tech bro, and we go back to fucking when you get bored. But say yes-” he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “And I'm gonna give you a night you'll be fucking yourself to for the rest of your life, I can promise you that. So, you're up, doll. Yes or no?”
Truthfully, even if (and likely) this was some fucked up roleplay scenario with fake fangs from a guy who just loved to show you a good time, you had to admit it was a pretty good ruse. With a deep inhale you gathered yourself, straightening your spine as you returned his gaze.
“Fine, Mary. Yes.”
With a devilish grin, he flicked his tongue over your lips before spinning you around roughly so your back pressed against his torso as he gripped your shoulders.
“I said I'd give you a head start. If I were you… I'd fucking run.”
Mary gave you a shove so forceful you nearly face-planted into the dirt, but you managed to right yourself with just enough time to catch your breath before breaking into a sprint. Your path was only lit by the moonlight cascading through the leaves as you raced through the forest, your feet slamming against the earth below as fast as they would carry you. While you weren't afraid he'd actually hurt you, at least you didn't think he would, the thrill of danger, of the chase, of the lingering threat he'd given you was equal parts terrifying and titillating.
Truthfully you hadn't run this hard since high school and even then it wasn't because you were being chased, let alone by an apparent creature of the night. Your lungs burned as you struggled to take a deep breath, temporarily doubling over with your temples pounding. Besides the odd call of an owl or nightingale, the forest was oddly silent, no sounds of footfalls or even breaking twigs. It was as if you had hallucinated the entire conversation, leaving you completely alone surrounded by the darkness.
“Where are you, älskling?” an eeriely playful singsong voice called out.
With a gasp, you dove behind the nearest tree, crouching down with your back against the trunk, your hands clasped over your mouth. Part of you felt utterly ridiculous as you hid, knowing this was likely just another Mary ploy to make sure you didn't get bored with him, something you had a sneaking suspicion actually worried him quite a bit. But the other part of you, the more concerning part, wondered what would happen if this was real. And what he would do to you when he caught you.
“Is that the best you can do?” His voice was in your ear, condescending and smug and impossibly close. “That's just pathetic.”
Scrambling away with a yelp, you barely managed to get to your feet before a solid mass slammed against your back sending you crashing to the foliage covered ground. You tried to scream but a hand quickly covered your mouth, stifling whatever sound would have escaped.
“You better watch yourself, älskling. We don't want you to crack open that pretty little head.”
As he yanked your face upward, you saw with horror that you'd nearly landed on a concrete slab. A gravestone. Apparently you'd run far enough you'd made it to the cemetery. There was a sick sort of irony in that…
Just as harshly, he flipped you onto your back, pinning your hands to your chest as leaves tangled in your hair underneath you as he settled himself between your legs. His eyes were wild, with a dangerous glint that just for a moment put real fear into you. But as he smirked, you saw he was still in there, even if it was now below the surface of something darker.
“I told you I was going to catch you. I was just expecting you to put up more of a fight. Gotta say, I'm a little disappointed you didn't at least try to get away.”
Mary leaned in to bring his nose to your throat, inhaling deeply with a sound that could only be described as a ravenous growl. As he enclosed his mouth against your neck, sucking hard enough you feel a bruise immediately rise to the surface as you let out a sharp hiss.
“I said I was gonna fuck you into the dirt. You think you can be a good girl and take that, huh?”
His hand found the button of your jeans, yanking them down and sliding his finger along the wet fabric of your underwear with another insatiable growl.
“Fuck,” he rasped against your ear as he involuntarily grinded his hips against you, his cock already throbbing with heat. “Already so fucking wet for me. Guess you really do have a thing for vampires, you dirty little-.”
“Mary…”
You couldn't help but buck yourself against his hand, sounding so desperate you were almost embarrassed but you pleaded nonetheless. You knew he loved it when he made you beg but something told you even he wasn't looking to draw this out. A pathetic, whining moan escaped your mouth as he slipped his fingers into the band of your underwear, sliding the fabric down your thighs with ease.
“I'm serious, babygirl. You're gonna think about this night the rest of your fucking life. No one is ever gonna fuck you like I am. I'm gonna fucking tear you apart.”
“Mary, stop fucking talking. I need you inside me.”
With an almost demented chuckle, he freed himself from his own stupidly tight jeans, his cock immediately pressing against your entrance as he slid his knee behind your leg to open them even further. Your nails dug into the shoulders of his leather jacket, biting your lip so hard you nearly broke the skin as he lined himself up, grinning wickedly as you once again squirmed beneath him.
With a brutal snap of his hips, he pushed himself entirely into you, sinking into your heat as you moaned, your head tipping back as Mary gripped your wrists, holding them down beside your head as he cursed, burying himself inside you with a snarl.
You'd almost forgotten what his larger promise had been, with the boiling warmth of pleasure rising inside of you with every thrust. It was making you dizzy with want, your arousal creating a wet squelching noise as he fucked into you.
“You ready for me, älskling?” he asked in a rumbling, breathless growl, opening his mouth wide enough for you to see his fangs shining against the moonlight. Yet you still didn't know if he was bullshitting you.
You nodded, turning your face to the side, exposing your throat to him with a rough swallow as he slid out of you, just enough to drag his cock against your clit with deliberate intensity.
With an animalistic snarl, he plunged his teeth into your neck, immediately drawing blood as his tongue lapped against the wound. You cried out, almost screaming as you clawed at him, your eyes clenched shut as your pleasure cascaded over you, your body on fire as you felt your vital fluid being sucked away from you. A crimson pool cascaded around the stone beneath you as he drank, hungrily, greedily lapping at your throat as he plunged himself into you once more.
Mary leaned back, a mouthful of blood dripping obscenely down his chin and across your chest as he regarded you with sick delight, the last of your orgasm pulsating through you as he kept up with his unrelenting thrusts. He was starting to lose himself now, his eyes rolling back as he dragged his tongue across his lips, savoring the taste of you before diving in yet again, latching onto your neck with furious strength.
A second wave of pleasure crashed into you as you let out a silent scream, gasping and gulping for air as you grinded yourself against him, Mary letting out another brutal snarl as he spilled himself inside of you in flooding streams. Your vision went white. Everything faded away as your body went limp, losing every conscious thought in your head.
“Shhh, shh shh,” Mary whispered gently as you came to, sitting up only enough to slide his leather jacket off his narrow shoulders. You were shivering violently, your teeth knocking against each other with every quake.
“Mary? W-what the fuck…”
With one arm behind your back, he tucked the jacket tightly around you, pulling the lapels across your chest before caging himself around your body once more, stroking your hair lovingly.
“I know you're cold but stay with me, babygirl. You did so well for me. Tasted like fucking heaven just like I knew you would.”
The chattering of your teeth lessened as the surprising warmth radiating around you from his body sunk in. Weakly, you grabbed at his arms, your fingers trembling against his bare skin as you tucked your face against his neck, still fighting the tears stinging your eyes.
“I'm gonna get you home, okay, älskling? You're gonna feel like a fucking truck hit ya but I'm gonna take care of you, alright?”
You nodded, still feeling limp in his grasp as you let him hoist you to your feet but believing every word. Already you began to feel less boneless and frail, but definitely not enough to drive the two of you back to your apartment. Still, you reached down to fish your keys out of your pocket before Mary's hand enclosed around yours.
“Nuh uh, I'm driving. Can't have you passing out behind the wheel and gettin’ us both killed.”
“Both?” You asked quietly, teasing with what strength you had.
“You know what I mean, you little punk,” Mary smirked, shifting his arm to slide more comfortably around your waist as he half-carried you.
“Did ya see the name on the grave we fucked on by the way? It was a weird one.”
“Says the guy named Mary?”
“Ha bloody ha.”
Tugging you close, pressing his lips against your temple in a surprisingly tender kiss before glancing back over his shoulder towards the cemetery.
“Still though. What the fuck kinda name is Emeritus?”
Nah you aren't the only one that doesn't like to see familial Kinger and Caine dynamics. If other people do that's cool! For me it's more like..
Kinger gets treated as a father figure character.... and for gags. Or for giving info for the narrative. It feels reductive to say "hes the father and that's that!"
Caine is an adult both in the fact he was designed as such and because hes been running the circus for at least 20 years. It feels awkward and weird for people to go "no! No! He is just the kid!" <- also infantalzation of neurodivergent coded characters is tiring.
But that's some of my reasonings! Other than the show has nothing to support it other than Kinger being on the team that programmed him (and as a programmer. Yeah no you don't bond with projects like that). That is an incredibly loose bit of "proof" to shape an entire dynamic and wierd that it isn't treated as only a headcanon?
Idk, I'm rambling at ya haha. Hope you have a good day!
yes anon i agree!! i feel similarly i think.
i did think about it, and specifically the paragraph where you talk about not bonding with a program like that matches my thoughts. kinger and caine do have such an interesting dynamic for sure, but i don't personally see the familial thing at all. and again, no hate to those who do!
someone else commented on my initial post pointing out another factor too! which is that kinger only partially worked on caine. it was mostly scratch! with that in my mind, it's another reason why it doesn't really make sense to me
their dynamic to me is more like, well, yknow, a programmer who trapped himself in a prison of his own making, and an ai who is keeping him trapped, because thats what he was designed to do. it gets more interesting as you get to his episode 8 crashout, but yknow, gestures at i have no mouth and i must scream
and yeah, also the second that caine was killed and it was revealed the dad character helped create him, like the immediate infantilization i wasn't a huge fan of personally. ive seen some AMAZING creations pertaining to a father child dynamic between kinger and caine, don't get me wrong. but yeah, idk! would it have been the same if it was revealed ANY other character was a creator? like jax or ragatha? i don't think sooo...
no hate to those who like the dynamic, i just don't personally! just yapping
anyways! im also rambling! thank you for your thoughts anon i totally agree. i hope you have a great day too!
I heard a couple Prequelle songs in the tadio and made the mistake of playing them with my dad in the car. He bought tickets to Imperatour and I had to speedrun getting to know the music😭
We were so early I got this cool photo of the stage before the show started. Y'all best believe me I was mesmerized by the stained glass backdrops
(Also heard some of their songs when my dad practiced their songs at home. Technically not my introduction to Ghost cuz I thought they were his band's original songs lmfao)
Do the Papas like sports? And if so, who likes what?
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it's hard to say? i feel like secondo and copia are really the only ones who like sports
Copia did throw the first pitch! so definitely a baseball fan, I could see him having a blast at a baseball game, plus he likes boxing or just fighting (especially the over the top WWE shit)
Secondo definitely loves like, soccer, throws big parties for that like, soccer (or football) day that people have
Primo could care less but he doesn't mind a good wiener dog race (where I lived in California, we had a wiener dog race on the beach)
Terzo likes drag race, claims it's a legit sport
Perpetua loves baseball and boxing but copia thinks he's copying
