#samguk han

[caroller]

Finally finished the Inazuma Eleven Go comic!! Tenma and the gang get into a time-predicament...

Here are my ramblings below:

When I first started the comic, I didn't think I had time to color it in fully and shade it, but I kinda ended up doing so with the minimalist-type shading anyways. Lol. It took me a whole month (I think) to finish, so I think I need to keep that in mind for future comics. But this was a fun learning experience! I'm glad I got a multi-page comic done for once. I know Tumblr usually destroys the quality of images on here, so maybe I could post this someplace else too.

Hope you enjoy it!

[detectivelions]

Ina11 GO ship chart

Objectively correct GO ship chart Tagging @raymanbutdark because we made it together (as you can see)

[standreamy]

More doodles of accidental reverse (fic by @yarameijer) because I'm still hooked!

You can see I like angst...

And Sangoku is the best mom

[ayoigotapizzahere]

WOOO FINISHED A DRAWING

I felt a little angsty today 😔🪷💫

[supermassiveshot]

Best Match: Mark Evans

Six here, split four/two for same and cross-generation matches. All of the former use standard models, with Axel using Ken Haddow's...

...then Jude, using Rhys Semanrime's...

...Kevin, using David Quintola's from Dragon Link...

...and ending on Nathan, using Tom Bulldown's.

On the cross-generation side, it's an even split. Benefitting from protagonist privileges, Mark's match with Arion uses a unique model...

...while his match with Sam is standard, using River Willows' model from Kirkwood.

[paracosmink-u]

Idk quick sketch of samguk

[piotrek-chomik]

More keshins

Last time instead of Kurama i Wrote hamano

Now it's really him

[silky-nona]

01-NC: Combustion Catch

Between gossip and notebooks written in a too-familiar hand, everyone's roles become clear. Soldier, princess, librarian, blacksmith: they all fit. More or less.

For example, he wasn’t always the stablemaster. Some time ago, a knight betrayed the Round Table for personal glory, aiding foreign soldiers in an attempted coup. The former Knight Senior forswore all rank in exchange for the traitor's pardon, passing his sword to a fresh recruit whose wit and leadership won the day.

Of every possible legacy, he doesn't mind that.

Someone secreted a scabbard behind shelves of tack, ornate leather blackened by broad hands. When they leave, he straps it on, empty of brimstone and steel.