#sequentialart

[captainaway]

He is risen! Are you ready to be born again? That's right, we're talking Adam Warlock! Kicking off a Marvel Rivals themed playlist by looking at this character defining story from the legendary Jim Starlin that would lead directly into Infinity Gauntlet, Infinity War, and Infinity Crusade. Check it out now!

[mcguinnessjohn]

[raremediums]

Daredevil depictions. Personal portfolio work.

[jasper-jo7]

Commission done for my client

[dulceskull]

This was one of the earlier style tests for "From Here and Queer". We wanted to convey a deep and loving relationship between a parent and queer child. I thought about the safety and love I am fortunate enough to feel with my own mother, and how she held me as a child. I hope I was able to convey that sort of softness and tenderness.

[comiquealo]

Nueva página de Barton Brócoli, webcómic en español, detectivesco y de misterio e intriga en un mundo de vegetales y verduras. 🥦 Guión y arte de Guillermo Salas (https://www.instagram.com/memosalasilustrador/

[comicsmithy]

Simultaneously horrified and excited by the WGA writers' and SAG-AFTRA actors' strikes going on now.

Horrified to hear about this proposal (that apparently is very real despite sounding insane) for studios and production companies to pay an extra or a background actor for one day of work, force them to do a motion capture-style scan, and never pay them anything further for the use of their face!

Horrified because delays and bad numbers for comic-book adaptations will slightly hurt comic-book sales.

Excited because long-term? They will win this eventually, and they will get better terms. Better treatment for TV & film writers does trickle down outrageously… outrageously slowly… eventually… to comics writers…

Tagging:

WGA & SAG-AFTRA & OH, that’s RIGHT comics has no guild because of the horrifying way creatives were treated at the birth of the mainstream American comic-book industry…

[masamune7905]

Mount Lady vs Giganta page 3 cell 4

[captainaway]

Got a bonus video for ya since it was requested and we have a long weekend ahead! It's time to take a look back at what may be the very first Marvel event ever, the Wedding of Sue and Reed! Check it out now!

[biggedy]

The Peninsula Libraries Comics Art Festival's small press expo is creeping up on me this weekend, so I am pushing all engines (and printers) to full! If you guys are around I'll be in the South San Francisco Main Public Library on April 26th this Saturday! Stop by and say "hi"! #holymatrimony #plcaf2025 #indiecomics #comicbooks #comics #selfpublishing #peninsulalibraries #southsanfrancisco

Music: Urban Big Beat

Musician: AlexGuz

URL: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1u0Nlnljg2xGHJV6X7W4i1

[dulceskull]

Working on From Here & Queer ! Written by Katy Swalwell, illustrated by me!

pre-order here: https://dulceskull.carrd.co/ <3

[comicsmithy]

Honestly, this is true of most stories... Hell, this is true of most THINGS!

Making long-form webcomics is like

[darthquarkky]

VOICE IN THE DUST

A Corporate Patchwork Short Story Mars, Sector 9. 2061.

Sector 9 was supposed to be empty.

Officially, the dome had suffered a "systems cascade event" four years ago—power failure, oxygen destabilization, and neural grid corruption. The Helios Authority had evacuated all residents. No casualties, they said. No memory worth preserving.

But Auri had never trusted official records.

Tier-3s like them didn’t get much trust either. Assigned low-clearance maintenance in forgotten sectors, they worked alone, kept their heads down, and prayed their loyalty scores stayed just high enough to avoid reassignment to the Surface Recyclers.

Auri liked the quiet. Until the quiet spoke.

It began as a flicker in their HUD—an echo buried in static. A whisper, barely audible through the neural link embedded at the base of their skull.

“Help…”

Auri froze in the corridor. The Martian dust swirled lazily around their boots. They tapped their HUD, adjusted signal dampers. Nothing. Just that soft, broken voice again.

“Please…”

Sector 9 didn’t have a working comms relay. And yet, someone—or something—was speaking.

They moved deeper into the abandoned dome. Walls bore the peeling glyphs of Helios control. Surveillance drones lay half-melted in corners. Power flickered like dying stars overhead.

Then the memories came.

Unbidden, unlicensed—Auri’s HUD lit with corrupted visuals: laughing children, marketplace sounds, then red overlays warning of data breach. Faces flickered in and out of view, screaming one moment, smiling the next.

Then the red glyphs: [CORRUPT–DELETE].

Auri fell to their knees. Their implant throbbed with biofeedback. Neural noise gave way to clarity—just for a moment.

“They took our voices. But not our memory.”

Auri ran.

Helios had sensors. Triggers. The second the signal was detected, the algorithm would deploy enforcement. And sure enough, from the ventilation shaft above, the drone descended. Smooth, white, bloodless. Its red eye dilated.

Auri dove down a utility shaft, heart pounding. The drone’s sonic burst shattered concrete where they’d just stood. Sparks erupted behind them. In their chest, the whisper grew louder.

The maintenance bay was buried in collapsed bulkheads. It had once been hydroponics—Tier-3 kids probably played here while parents grew synth-crops. Now, only rot and silence remained.

Except for the glow.

Pale blue fungi clung to the walls. Mushrooms, breathing softly. Faint pulses of light rhythmically blinked from their caps, like the heartbeat of something sleeping.

Auri reached out.

Contact.

The world blurred. No HUD. No data. Only resonance.

Then a name: Elya-3. A woman in a comms chair, shouting over failing power. “Sector 9 is not stable! They’re purging the dome! You have to—”

Static.

Tears welled in Auri’s eyes as they stumbled back. The spores shimmered. The whisper had become a song.

“We remember.”

The wristband display rebooted. Red glyphs fought blue light. Auri ripped the band off, hurling it into the wall. The fungi pulsed in approval.

Across the planet, Helios spiked an alert.

“Unauthorized WhisperNet Node Activated. Designation: NODE 9.”

On Luna, a Tier-1 executive calmly approved sterilization. “Trigger the fallback,” they said. “Scrub Sector 9. Again.”

But they were too late.

The spores had spread.

Across domes and back corridors, in moldy vents and broken drone bays, Echo Caps bloomed. A soft blue network of memory, unlicensed and alive. Tier-3s, scrubbers, cooks, drone techs—they began seeing fragments. Remembering Elya. Remembering laughter. Remembering injustice.

Auri walked calmly through the dome, past the fallen drone. It twitched beside the wall, systems fried from a sporeburst pulse.

They stepped through the breach in the dome shell, into open Martian dusk. Red winds howled. The dust shimmered with memory.

“They tried to silence us,” Auri whispered. “But the dirt sings.”

Behind them, spores took root.

END.

[angelorumnatura]

Calvin and Hobbes: The Comic Strip That Redefined the Medium 🎨📖

Few comic strips have left as profound an impact on readers and the history of comics as Calvin and Hobbes 🤩. Created by Bill Watterson, this legendary series ran from 1985 to 1995, yet its influence remains as strong as ever 💥. Through the eyes of Calvin, an imaginative and mischievous six-year-old 👦💭, and Hobbes, his philosophical tiger companion 🐯, the strip explored themes of childhood,…

[comicsmithy]

Reminder:

I’m available for comics editing work!

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[raynegallows]

Hey! I'm struggling to make rent right now, so consider buying my comic, Junk Cocoon! It's 146 pages of post apocalyptic mutant madness!