Happy one year to the project that started it all, Memories! I have no idea where I would be without making this comic. It may not have held up after season 4, but without it I wouldn't have made Season 4.5 or have found such a wonderful niche in this amazing fandom. Here's to another year of comics, disappointment, and crying over nandermo!
This piece is now available as both a print and sticker!
People who can accept defeat with dignity are admirable.
People who can rise to that defeat - should be immortalised in history.
Frink wasn't like that. Definitely not. Frink was stubborn and proud, relying only on a cold mind and occasional flashes of guilt, which he carefully denied in himself.
Frink also saw and knew. Knew and still forgot something important.
And Mirror remembered. He remembered and went mad in his unsuccessful attempts to shout.
When I was a kid, there were these old pipes that went nowhere sticking out of the ground near our house. I was convinced these were entrances to the houses of little magical creatures that lived underground. I often send them little "gifts" like dandelions for their salads.
Hello everyone, here is a comic. I drew this the way I draw all of my comics: with one person (me) and with a punchline planned from the start. Any other way to draw a comic would be very silly and would require me to tag people like @buggachat and @ladybeug if they were somehow in any way involved in the comic making process. Which they weren't. I drew this solo and by myself.
Whether it was visions, dreams, or hallucinations, he didn't know, nor did it matter.
The stranger persisted in his head, filling his thoughts, creeping into the pages of his diary, reminding him of himself at the most unexpected and inopportune moments.
At the beginning - just a silhouette on the edge of the periphery, then - closer, louder, more distinct.
The stranger's back was always turned to him.
And then, finally, he saw face: so familiar, but ugly corrupted, alien.