#Creator-Owned

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GLITCH Productions Reveals The Gaslight District Trailer and Pilot Release Date #TheGaslightDistrict #GlitchProductions #animation #IndieAnimation

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STEP INSIDE THE VERDANT, MYSTICAL WORLD OF CREATOR-OWNED COMICS.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on promotional artwork for the creator-owned comic book by Jimmy Palmiotti, "Fantasima," published by Paperfilms and funded via KICKSTARTER. Artwork by Dan Panosian, c. early 2024.

PIC #2: Preliminary cover art to "Fantasima" Vol. 1, pen & ink by Dan Panosian, c. spring 2024, from the private collection of Jimmy Palmiotti.

Resolution at 1366x1891 & 1080x1350.

Sources: www.comicartfans.com/gallerypiece.asp?piece=2032005 & Bleeding Cool.

[scrambler]

Mike Mignola on creator-owned comics

“What keeps this industry alive is creators doing their own work. Once you change a costume or origin enough times, it’s a dead body — you’re just electrocuting it and keeping it sort of shambling on. There is a lot more creator-owned stuff now, and some of it I look at and go, “Oh, that’s his pitch for a TV show. That’s his pitch for a movie. That’s him saying oh, this kind of thing sells.” I didn’t do that. My one piece of advice to people who are saying “I wanna do it, but DC and Marvel pay so well…” is that in between your big paying gigs, just find time just to do one comic! It doesn’t have to be a 6000-page epic! It doesn’t have to be Hellboy! Ten years down the road, when you’re scrambling for work or drawing some book you hate, at least you did something when you had fire in your belly that’s really you.” -Mike Mignola

[idolomantises]

I think one of the more unfortunate consequences to creators being more interactive with fans is that a lot of fans/fandoms normalized this idea that creators have to explain/validate every headcanon they have.

[t4tails]

have you guys seen the mod of r/samandmax losing his shit over ppl drawing gay fanart and deciding to ban all sam and max shipping from the subreddit

[bet-on-me-13]

Undead Galaxy

So! Within the Ghost Zone, there exists a Lair unlike any other.

To a Ghost, a Lair is supposed to be an integral part of their Existence. When a Ghost Builds their Lair, they take a part of the Ghost Zone Itself and mold it into a Realm of their own, transforming it into a reflection of their Core.

As such, a Lair usually matches the personality, and more importantly the Obsessions, of the Ghost it was created by. It is meant to be the Eternal Home of the one who built it, a place to spend the rest of their eternal unlife, and as such it needs to be able to fulfill the Ghosts Obsessions.

Think of Skulkers Lair, an Island Jungle filled to the brim with Monsters and Beasts of all sorts, ready and waiting to be hunted down and skinned. The perfect home for a ghost with an Obsession based on Hunting.

Some take this a step farther, like the Ancients (which is just another name used for Gods in the Zone), who transform their Lairs into Entirely Seperate Afterlives for others to inhabit. Hades, Osiris, the Demon Lords of the various Hells, they all took this approach.

But there is a problem. For beings like God's, who are sustained by Worship, what would happen if their world were to die? If the planet their people resided on were to be hit by an asteroid, or blown up by an Alien warlord?

A God without its worship would Fade, and as such the Afterlife they used to maintain would fall apart as well. The Millions of Souls who trusted that God to protect them in death would be left to the mercy of the Void between Afterlives. Somebody decided that they didn't like that, and stepped in.

Within the Ghost Zone exists a Galaxy.

A Galaxy where all the souls and Afterlives of worlds that have died continue to exist. Worlds that were destroyed by a cataclysmic War that resulted in both sides dying, by unstable Mining Practices destabilize the Core, by a Psychic Virus that wiped out all life on Planet leaving a baren husk.

When their populations died, and the Gods who maintained their afterlives would have faded, they were saved by another and brought into his Lair.

The Ghost King, Phantom.

He was a spirit with two simple Obsessions. The Protection of others, and the Majesty of Space.

But there was no Space in the Ghost Zone, only the Infinite void. So he made his own. He constructed a Lair of incredible size, decorating it with Stars and Planets and Supernova and Nebula. He recreated the Majesty of the Space he adored, and the invited the wandering souls of dead worlds to enjoy it with him.

He gave them planets of their own within the Unliving Galaxy. All the souls of crumpled afterlives wandering the Ghost Zone were allowed to recreate it again, to find eachother and build their communities again.

With this he could fulfill both of his Obsessions at the same time, and he would he doing his duty as their king by helping his subjects.

He saw it as an absolute win.

...

They had been trapped in this strange dimension for days now.

Nobody had any idea how they ended up there. Clark had just fallen asleep, Diana was training, Hal was on patrol. Even J'onn himself was on Moniter Duty, when the next thing he knew they were all waking up on a floating purple rock in a Lazarus green void.

Thankfully Constantine that had been dragged alongside him when J'onn when he was taken, and managed to explain that they were in some kind of void in-between the afterlives.

"The Ghost Zone" "The Unending End" "The Collective Dead", it went by many names apparently. The most famous name for it was "The Infinite Realms", named for the way the infinite souls residing there would build their own personal Realms, or Lairs, to spend eternity in.

Not even he knew how they had ended up there. Constantine was confident that they hadn't died recently (the fact they needed to use "recently" was a sad thought), so it wasn't the old fashioned way at the very least.

Still, they needed to get moving. This place was dangerous and they didn't want to stay in one place for too long.

After days of traveling across the strange void (had they even eaten since they arrived there?) Constantine finally caught a hint of something. There was a draw on them, pulling them towards a specific direction. They had been unconsciously following it for days now, and now that they knew what they were doing they soldiered on even faster. If there were answers wherever they were being drawn, they would find them.

Once it came into view, it was obvious what had been calling to them this entire time. It was massive.

Spanning across the endless horizon, they could see something that looked like a Galaxy spanning in front of them. From their position on a floating island, they could see it in all its glory. Contrasting the green they had become accustomed to, the Galaxy swirled in a variety of Bright Blues and Deep Purples, with multicolored stars shining so brightly they stood out even as far as they were from it.

It took all their breaths away, and J'onn would admit to having stood there staring for longer than he should have. It was just so starkly different than anything he had seen thus far in this dimension of greens and purples.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

In an Instant their weapons were drawn and fighting stances set, facing the person who had appeared in their midst.

He was a young man, seemingly in his early 20's, with snow white hair and Lazarus green eyes. Above his head sat a crown glowing the same color as the galaxy spanning in front of them. They all knew instantly that this man was connected to it on a deep level.

"Who are you" Asked Diana. Her thoughts were filled with theat assessments and carefulness. She thought he was strong.

"Oh, my name is Phantom." He replied, "Sorry for startling you, this is one of my favorite spots to stargaze and I forgot that normal people usually can't see me when I zone out like that."

"What is that?" Clark asked, pointing to the Galactic Structure on the horizon. He was curious. The man before they didn't act hostile, so he had decided to match his energy.

"Oh, that's my Galaxy. Like it?" He asked excitedly, "Took me ages to get it looking just right, but I'm so proud of the results."

"Do you know why we are here?" Asked Hal, his mind was swimming with worry over his Sector of space. He had been taken while patrolling it. He wanted to get back quickly.

"I didn't bring you here, if that's what you're asking." He replied evenly, "But I know who did. They wanted to see you again, but with their Realms crumbled and their people scattered, they never had the chance. Now they do, and they wanted to say hello again. Sorry about the long journey, they messed up the Summoning process and you ended up a bit farther than intended."

"Who summoned us?" Asked Constantine warily. His thoughts were full of the various demons and gods he knew inhabited these Realms. He was worried.

"Well, You, accidently got dragged along through proximity, sorry." He apologized to the magician, "But as for the rest of you? Well, you'll just have to wait and see for yourselves. Trust me, it'll be a welcome surprise."

"Can you tell us where can we find the ones who summoned us?" Asked J'onn finally. He was curious, and wary, of who had decided to pull them into this dimension. But if the man before them was being truthful, then he wanted to meet them.

"Just keep following that pulling sensation that brought you here, you'll find them." He said, "I'll stay here for a while longer though. Just want to stargaze a bit more."

They left him on the island and kept going.

As the approached the Galaxy, it dawned on them how truly massive the realm in front of them was. Hal confirmed that it wasn't as big as a real one, but even he was in awe at its size.

As they drew closer is quickly became apparent that they were being drawn in different directions. After a quick discussion they decided it was best to split up.

J'onn approached the Planet he was being drawn to, and realized very quickly that it very closely resembled his old homeworld, Mars. The Red Sands, the Rocky Terrain, the two Moons that could be seen orbiting the planet, all of it seemed tailor made to resurface memories of his destroyed home.

It took all of a second for all of it to come together in his head.

The allusions Phantom had made to his summoners missing him. The resemblance to his old Homeworld. The fact he was currently in a version of the Afterlife.

As he made the connection in his head, he felt another two connections form. Ones he had not felt in the the Centuries since he had lost them.

"Hello, J'onn."

"...M'yri'ah..." His wife.

"Hi dad."

"...K'hym..." His Daughter.

It took nearly a full minute before his mind calmed enough to send them a response. It was a Whirlwind of wild thoughts, fear of this being a trick, and above all hope that it was real.

Eventually, he finally managed a response.

"I missed you."

[mentally-ill-for-bes]

So funny Viktor chooses to present himself to Jayce as a white-golden robot (considering it is shown he could possess one of his followers) despite his representative colors being purple and blue (during s2 arc 1 and arc 2 and as the Herald Machine). But for the very specific purpose of convincing Jayce to join him, he's represented in the colors associated with Mel. Literally CATWALKING into the room, which is an action associated with Mel too

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

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July art

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The Digital Circus Pilot Episode Pushes Past 50 Million Views

One Helluva Debut! The Amazing Digital Circus Pilot Episode Pushes Past 50 Million Views #TheAmazingDigitalCircus #IndieAnimation #YouTube #GlitchProductions

Come one, Come All, To The Amazing Digital Circus! Before we begin this article, I would like to congratulate Gooseworx and Glitch Productions (Also known for their hit series, Murder Drones!) on reaching over 50 Million Views on their newest animated pilot, The Digital Circus. The Digital Circus has garnered praise from fans, creators, and even news media companies such as Forbes since its…

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THE JUNGLE WOMEN RENDITIONS OF KICKSTARTER & PAPERFILMS.

PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on preliminary cover art to "Fantasima" Vol. 1, pen & ink artwork by Dan Panosian, c. spring 2024, from the private collection of Jimmy Palmiotti, plus published promo advert for the creator-owned comic book, written by Jimmy Palmiotti, published by Paperfilms and funded via KICKSTARTER.

Resolution at 1366x1891 & 1080x1350.

Source: https://x.com/jpalmiotti/status/1757191292080042331 & Comic Art Fans.

[razzafrazzle]

a while back I wanted to see if I could make strong bad on ximboland. the answer is not really but i think he'd be flattered nonetheless

[image description: a drawing of strong bad from homestar runner as a bulky woman with tan skin and messy blue hair poking out from under her mask. she is also wearing knee and elbow pads, black leather shorts, and a flame-print bikini top. she also has quite a bit of body hair and a trogdor tattoo. next to her is a doodle of regular strong bad being surprised to look at her, a note that says "strong babe? girl bad? I dunno man.", and a screenshot of a ximboland avatar that vaguely looks like the drawing. end id]

[himemeiya]

Fuck you *unwhitewashes your Anthy*

[kalwithatrenchcoat]

Small Art Session featuring Doey.

Below is a musing in regards to the drawings of him looking all unsteady.

I'd imagine him trying to "center his core" when it comes to forming and grounding himself to stand on his own two feet.

If he is blinded by his overwhelming emotions for a long while, depending on their intensity and the drive to let them out, he will sometimes resort to a "goo-ish" form, (a breakdown, if you will) most likely from focusing more on the emotions, thus leaning more towards that rather than getting a hold of himself, his body, to be more grounded.

The struggle to check on himself whilst maintaining his signature "leader" character is something I'm considering to explore more of as well. He is expressive and it shows in more ways than one. Exploring how he would express himself and the struggles he would have to face whilst he's at it opens more about what Doey must've practiced in his early days.

(Matthew, Kevin, and Jack trying to practice and balance out a body not of their own and Doey having consciences embedded in all his years alive, practicing control, making adjustments, building understanding, and resolving hindrances would be some of the things all of them would have to tend to.)

In Doey’s early moments in the factory, I would imagine him being a clumsy guy, like a baby deer learning how to walk for the first time, slipping off of his path trail of clay dough sometimes, perhaps getting “visions” of his stalker form or what he could become that captures his attention, distracting him from doing things that would trigger it once he meets the other orphans, maybe even before that…

[eyra]

I don’t usually do discourse on this blog but that last reblog hit the nail on the head. Reader interaction is at an all time low for fic authors and whilst I’m eternally grateful for any and all kudos and comments that I do receive, I feel as if in the past couple of years there’s been this weird migration of comments - they’ve left ao3 and they’re on tiktok instead. So, rather than people leaving comments on my fics, they leave their comments on the videos of people reccing my fics. I see tiktoks about my fics and they’ll have double, triple the number of comments that the fic itself has. It’s so lovely that people are talking about my writing, but it’s just a very strange phenomenon and a very odd feeling when you have a fic that you assume wasn’t overly well received because it has hardly any comments on ao3, but then you see a tiktok full of comments with people saying that it’s their favourite fic.

And I’m going to say something potentially controversial here but not ONCE have I seen a tiktok creator, whose content relies solely on other people’s fics, say anything along the lines of “leave the author a comment if you enjoy the rec.” Literally never ever seen this. And I think that’s a real shame.