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Jellybots comics are available to order! :}D
All you see above and more is available in physical form at my brand new online shop- pick up your copy now!
Jellybots is a personal project I’ve been working on for a while- a coming-of-age scifi story about Sam, a new kid at a strange flying school where a secret curriculum is taught in a substance called Jelly.
Jelly takes on colors, characteristics & qualities unique to each student. Everyone but Sam, that is- whose Jelly only seems to want to be a lifeless lump of grey goo…
It’s my first foray into making and printing my own comics! Start the adventure with me and support my personal work by grabbing a copy and telling your friends :)
Support my friend Nick :D He makes some cool stuff with amazing style! His books are about robots made of jelly, and he’s been developing this story for quite a while. But more importantly his facial hair has the potential to rule all of us so it’s best to just play it safe.
An amazing looking comic with a fascinating story from a talented artist. We are dangerously approaching a critical mass of awesome here. The only logical solution is we me must purchase a copy in order to deplete his stock of comics and spread it across the globe, for the sake of mankind.
Report 000 - Chasing Cataclysms
No journey is complete without a destination in mind. I plan on experiencing many worlds and cultures along the way, but I feel all will pale in comparison to my most sought after targets. It is my duty to be honest with all of you and state one of the primary goals of this journey: The grandest scar upon our world, the ‘blighted cradle’, Arama Shee.
Why? To reach there would be to return to where it all began. It is the sole reason as to why Algenis is the way it is: A world blanketed in caustic miasma, gravity defiling structures , and countless celestial wonders that we can barely comprehend. It has been postulated that most of the organisms we see today owe their origins to Arama Shee, having overrun what was once our native flora and fauna countless centuries ago.
At least that’s what I’ve gathered… Theories run wild in the minds of those who have tried to unravel our collective history. I just want to finally gaze upon it myself, if not to understand it, then to at least witness the greatest calamity or our age. Who knows, it may just turn out to be a giant hole in the ground, but at least it will be the largest hole I [or anyone else] will have ever seen.
I have launched my Patreon project finally :D Check it out at:
Patreon is up and running >:3 Really happy with how this background turned out. Started playing around with gradient effects and some textures.
DMJ hits it out of the park again :3 ~ Feat. Kate Davis
Oldies! This is some preliminary work from 5 years back [feels less than that but file dates don’t lie ; w; ]. Quite a few things have changed with the current scope of the story project but I still have fun looking at these images. It helps remind me of why I wanted to start this in the first, why I left for freelance/suffering work, and why I absolutely have to do this, lest I be driven insane by my own shame and lack of initiative. Stagnation will be the end of me.
A patreon page is on it’s way. Need to psyche myself up for the upcoming weeks, argh~ >:U !
dun dun dun~ blast from the past.
Segue 002"Didn’t we try this before? … A few times?…"Someone finally broke the strained silence and prompted the engineer’s full attention, quickly followed by his thinly veiled ire. The curious head that posed the question merged back into the small crowd that had gathered."Of course we’ve done it a couple of times. Each one successively higher than the last, more or less."Even the engineer tapered off at the end, seemingly less convinced by his own statement. These large columns of humanity housed most of the urban population, keeping them safe from the tide of noxious clouds that lapped at their feet. No one was questioning the intent of the project. The undertone was more about how long it was it going to last this time around.Myself? I didn’t mind the audacity involved in trying to scrape the stratosphere. It beats trying to go in the opposite direction. Very little good has come from clawing deeper under rocks these past few decades. Not that I don’t advocate reclaiming the depths and our history, I just think our first priority is to cement our survival. Agricultural real estate is always in short supply and last I checked, everyone gets hungry at some point.The tour proceeded on it’s way down to the valley. It was easy to tell those who haven’t done this before: Constantly checking their exposed skin for blisters or wiping their noses for blood, despite knowing full well that these clouds were pure moisture. Not one iota of miasma. High tide wasn’t happening for another 4 hours, and if there’s something I trust more than our fabled engineers, it’s Mother Nature’s brutal timeliness.
He referred to it as a ‘Grave Blossom’. At least that was the closest translation I could muster. To be honest, I was still trying to process the fact that we had chanced upon some poor sap’s corpse but I am quite sure that’s what he called it.
The guide seemed a lot less fazed about the whole affair. Making a quick gesture of respect followed by gesitculations at the sky, he seemed more keen on making sure we crested the ridge before sundown. Base camp was still a good few keplers away and he was understandably eager to make it back. We did promise him the remainder of his pay upon return after all.
The rocks I had a collected earlier were already seeking revenge upon my back, threatening to tear through my rucksack, so I agreed that we should keep moving. I thought I’d extract a little more information from him on the way, to keep my mind busy and ignore the jagged edges trying to puncture my kidneys [should have brought more padding…]. He didn’t seem to mind talking, as long as we kept up with his pace.
As it turns out, it wasn’t the plant that killed him. Its seed just happened to be there when whatever mishap befell our departed friend. Any carrion will do for the seed to germinate and it will proceed to dessicate and digest its meal. The jewel like ‘egg’ that we saw was the end product of the whole process. Full of seeds, the glowing orb radiates a small amount of heat that builds up, culminating in an explosion that scatters said seeds far and wide. ”Bakoo~!” he said as he flared his hands and swept his arms in large circle. I’m assuming that the explosion radius was pretty impressive. Good thing we were on our way.
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A snapshot of my progress on the next Sky Expedition excerpt. Botany is the subject of the day :3