My con year is already more packed than it has been since like 2017 and it's weird. I might be going to UB Conn at the end of the month even though Saratoga CC is the weekend after. Hoping to go to Yeticon even though my friends and I haven't discussed it yet, have a Tales of con my roommate and I want to do over the summer. Colossalcon East is up in the air for me now that it's getting even more expensive and longer a con. But it's kinda nice having a decent amount of cons to look forward to, especially new ones or ones I haven't been to in awhile.
“Now, at the hour when ignorant mortalsDrowse in the shade of their whirling sphere,Heaven and Hell from invisible portalsBreathing comfort and ghastly fear,Voices I hear”
The pain is a fading memory, my wounds are gone. A gentle breeze dances with the grass and the blue little flowers around my feet. Öndheim always has these little flowers everywhere, it seems odd to see them growing between…
I’m probably not going to pen anything great. But as a public servant, I as always will send along the best thing I see. Here it is.
The patent for insulin cost a dollar. This kind of profiteering must stop.
This bad boy was started on the third of November, and finished on the seventh. In total, there are thirty panels (all of which were drawn separately).
A good chunk of N's dialogue near the end came to me after I did some improv to figure out what he should say. I have since dubbed it "N's Failure Monologue."
“I will die for the love of the mermaidHer seduction, beauty and scornWelcome to the end of your life– Hail the Oceanborn!”
I’ve heard your kind telling the most outlandish stories about the merfolk, stories filled with mystery and allure, danger and deceit. I enjoy listening to your old tales, and I wonder how much your ancestors knew… and how. Perhaps the bravest among you dove somewhat too…