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DEER COMIX @deercomix.com · 06/08/2026

DEER COMIX no. 24: bird. 🕊️🦌 #deercomix

Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 11/07/2026

if there are any omniscient beings anywhere at any point then you could think "hi omniscient being!" and it would hear you. you can think whatever you want, to fuck with it

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 28/04/2026

people dont realize that Superman, a jewish kansan on the east coast circa 1940, wouldve lived through the dust bowl. he probably emigrated to avoid the collapsing regional economy, only to find himself in the great depression. im always saying this

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Audra Stang @audra-stang.bsky.social · 13/04/2026

Shingles - 4

Besides her Lucille in 2022, she's also won an award whose name escapes me in graphic medicine.

I have no doubt that she has saved kids' lives.

And some corny adult lives too.

If I have a view of her at a show, I will, without fail, see somebody crying at her table.

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 22/03/2026

a magical world would be *less* exotic than ours, because magic organizes around the anthropocenter. things that talk or operate on contracts are interesting bc theyre like us. flying and glowing are normal on non-human scales. a more exotic world would be even less parseable than ours (more boring)

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 14/03/2026

going camping in an abandoned, overgrown space station

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 10/03/2026

if u want to build an electromagnet i did math to find the length of wire of each gauge that provides enough resistance to keep the wire from overheating (specifically to keep it at ampacity at 60C). data from en.wikipedia.org/wiki/America... and my processed data here pastebin.com/DQJey1WA

A plot depicting the length of copper wire required to provide enough resistance to not exceed its current capacity given a 1.5 volt supply and no load on the circuit. The plot starts at the largest gauge, 0000, then 000, 00, 0, 1, 2, and then proceeds counting up. The length, in feet, starts at a little less than 160 for 0000, followed by less than 150 for 000, and continues decreasing steadily. At gauge 1 it's about 110 feet, at gauge 10 it's about 50 feet, and it continues down until gauge 18, about 25 feet, after which gauge 20 actually shows an increase in the length required because of the decreased current capacity, to about 30 feet. The length actually stays at around 30 feet up until gauge 34, after which there is no data.

A plot depicting the length of copper wire required to provide enough resistance to not exceed its current capacity given a 9 volt supply and no load on the circuit. The plot starts at the largest gauge, 0000, then 000, 00, 0, 1, 2, and then proceeds counting up. The length, in feet, starts at about 950 for 0000, followed by less than 900 for 000, and continues decreasing steadily. At gauge 1 it's about 650 feet, at gauge 10 it's about 300 feet, and it continues down until gauge 18, about 150 feet, after which gauge 20 actually shows an increase in the length required because of the decreased current capacity, to about 190 feet. The length actually stays at around 190 feet up until gauge 34, after which there is no data.

A plot depicting the length of copper wire required to provide enough resistance to not exceed its current capacity given a 12 volt power supply and no load on the circuit. The plot starts at the largest gauge, 0000, then 000, 00, 0, 1, 2, and then proceeds counting up. The length, in feet, starts at about 1250 for 0000, followed by about 1150 for 000, and continues decreasing steadily. At gauge 1 it's about 900 feet, at gauge 10 it's about 400 feet, and it continues down until gauge 18, a touch less than 200 feet, after which gauge 20 actually shows an increase in the length required because of the decreased current capacity, to about 250 feet. The length actually stays at around 250 feet up until gauge 34, after which there is no data.

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 09/03/2026

made some v v silly bunny and doggy crossover fanart and @fluffliestclouds.bsky.social liked it so i thought id post it!! pls pls check out bunny and doggy (and bear and his mom!) on her profile, i think abt them alot so my brain generated this btw thisd be in ~2014, when bunny and doggy were teens

A black and white ink drawing rendered with thin, harsh lines which are layered for the thicker outlines. A caption in Comic Sans reads "Makima and Reigen Arataka compete to see who can get the most use out of Bunny and Doggy". Makima is the antagonist of Chainsaw Man and Reigen is the deuteragonist of Mob Psycho 100 and both are manipulative anime mentor figures, while Bunny and Doggy are the protagonists of the comic Bunny and Doggy and they're in a complex, grounded, raw, sometimes mutually harmful relationship. They are utterly unprepared for the anime silliness, while Reigen is utterly unprepared for how intense Bunny and Doggy are (Makima is totally prepared). Here, Makima, drawn in her slacks and white button-up with realistic proportions, leans toward Bunny, and tilts Bunny's chin up with a finger, smiling in a calmly sinister way. But Bunny, drawn in her cartoony style with long rabbit ears and a big lashed eye peaking out from her bangs, leans away and looks, annoyed and resentful, back at Doggy and Reigen, who are walking in the opposite direction. Doggy is drawn in the same cartoony style as Bunny, in her black tee over her striped long sleeve and wide pants atop big sneakers, and looks up at Reigen, fucking bewildered. Reigen, drawn in the moderately cartoony Mob Psycho 100 style, gestures wildly as he walks, not even looking at Doggy. He's probably talking about how it's wrong to take advantage of vulnerable teenagers.

Makima literally calls the main character in Chainsaw Man "puppy" but I have a case for why Bunny would be more likely to be taken under Makima's wing than Reigen's. Makima manipulates people by providing for basic needs, and while neither Bunny nor Doggy are in great places in their teens, their needs are more complex than just food and a place to stay... but clearly Bunny does sometimes need a place to stay. Makima would find out about Bunny's occasional violence and start salivating. (continued...)

(...continued from previous) Meanwhile, Reigen would find Doggy's passive side easy to take advantage of in a way he wouldn't with Bunny. Reigen hates himself in a way that Makima doesn't... would Bunny and Doggy recognize that behind his eyes? Regardless I think they'd find Reigen deeply pathetic and maybe that's actually a point in the favor of Bunny going with him rather than Doggy. But fuck, giving Doggy that bewildered expression made me laugh out loud.

Anyway, this one's an ink and marker drawing. The ink is in thin, harsh lines which are layered for the thicker outlines. The girls are fighting... Bunny looks kind of like Chainsaw Man, except she has a blender for a head instead of a chainsaw, and she has two-foot-wide razor blades instead of arm chainsaws. Also she's wearing the same outfit from the previous image, a coat over a patterned sweater, though she's rolled up her sleeves. Razor Bunny leaps towards Doggy with blood-stained shoes. Surrounded by red, she opens her long-toothed maw, ears streaming behind her, as she reaches toward Doggy, blood streaking back from her razor. Doggy, for her part, also reaches toward Bunny, her arm surrounded by Mob Psycho 100 rainbow psychic energy. ???% Doggy is dressed in the same clothes as before, but this time they blow in the psychokinetic wind along with her hair and tail. A black cloud of spirals and stars billows behind her. I like to think this is one of those situations where they fight for a bit and then they team up against someone else. Let them have a power fantasy!

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OBCY @heelsforeels.bsky.social · 14/11/2024

Night of the Hunter (1/7)

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 21/02/2026

cyberpunk city gets hit by rolling blackouts due to climate change. unreliable connections impede navigation, fracture the netsphere, and dump addicts back into consensus reality. implanted folks ration batteries. a black electricity market develops. for the first time in 200 years you can see stars

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 16/02/2026

do u think the evil yellow sphere from the new an0nymooose video would let me smash

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 10/02/2026

theyre alive... theyre floundering... and theyre in color. a familiar state #comics do these even work

A four-panel comic in black, white, and red. The first panel is a title card, "Local and Foreigner Talk to a Girl??" In the second panel you see a young woman smiling and waving goodbye to two other young people in front of a classroom door. Foreigner, the short one with pointy ears and an awful mustache, asks, grinning, "Do you think she likes me?" Local, the tall one with long, straight black hair that covers her ears, replies, "What?" as she waves back. Foreigner responds, shoulders now up, his grin morphing into a cringe, "Oh, god, you're right, she hates me." Local says, still smiling but looking away, "No, she hates me." "But, we had such a good conversation..." "It was not a good conversation. I was weird and overshared." Foreigner looks up and puts his hand to his chin. "If she hates me so much, why did she seem so happy when she was talking to me?" Local rolls her eyes and says, "She was talking to me, and she was faking it. I'm a stranger, it's easier to pretend to be happy than disappoint me." She finishes, accusingly, "That's what you do."

Page 2 of "Local and Foreigner Talk to a Girl??". Foreigner protests, "I don't do that with you!" Then he looks away, eyes narrowed, to say, "Oh. Right. You're no stranger." He looks at Local out of the corner of his eyes to ask, "...well maybe she wasn't happy but what if she still wants to make it with me?" Local mugs the camera and replies, "Mm." Foreigner muses, "You can want to make it with a stranger... She's seen me..." He bites his lip and becomes distressed and says, "Agh, but she's seen me," putting emphasis on the "me". He brings his clenched hands up to his temples as he mewls, terrified, "She's seen me!!" Local looks down on him to ask, worried, "Do you even find her attractive?" Foreigner looks ashamed and rubs the tips of his pointing index fingers together, replying, "Well, she's not, should I say, ideal, but, uh... I still would. That is, if she wanted to, I'd want to..."

Page 3 of "Local and Foreigner Talk to a Girl??". Foreigner asks, worried, "Could someone want to fuck me?" He only grows more scared as the background disappears behind him. He wonders, "Could someone even like me?" Local is no longer tethered to the floor, though her hair hangs the normal way. She remarks, with a flattened affect, "I don't think anyone has ever liked me the first time they talked to me. Even when I try to fake being someone likeable, despite everything, it's still me." The disassociating background shows the first four notes of Megalovania. Foreigner, barely in the panel, angrily replies, "But you don't know." His face warps as he says, "You think no one's ever liked you but you don't know." Local, growing, still neutral, says, "I can tell." The background grows more jagged and melts. Foreigner says, "But you can't tell for certain." He holds his hands up, mouth huge, yelling, "You'll never know! You just have to be prepared for anything!" Local, now several feet taller than Foreigner, puts a hand to her mouth and, blank-faced, says, "That sounds like a good way to go crazy."

The final page of "Local and Foreigner Talk to a Girl??". Local and Foreigner shut up, snap back to their normal proportions, and look at each other in a face-searing moment of self-awareness.

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 02/02/2025

actually here it is ;) #hourlycomicday

5PM - 7:56PM. Made myself sad making that last comic. I've heard journaling can negatively impact your mental health if you're already depressed. Feeling an urge to do stuff for the "content." Actually, fuck hourly comic day.

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 08/02/2026

david byrne is a little breedable

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 28/12/2025

local & foreigner commit suicide (non-canon, bc im a coward) my ocs are back, to contemplate that most bewitching escape method... (cw suicide) 1/2

A four panel page of a black and white comic. Panel 1 is a title card: "Local and Foreigner Commit Suicide (non canon)", with a crying emoji and a poop emoji around the word "suicide". In Panel 2 is Local, a woman with straight black hair. She is deeply hunched, with a hand in front of her mouth gripping her face, hard. A caption reads, "CSC 131 Lecture. Usually pretty tolerable." Other students seem to be watching the lecturer or typing on their computers. She thinks, "fuck fuck fuck" over and over again. In panel 3 she thinks, "fuck fuck fuck. welp. fuck fuck" as she leans over to rummage through her backpack. In panel 4 she holds a craft knife, specifically an "X Acto Craft Knife (stored loose in bag)" according to a caption. Local thinks, "fuck you fuck you fuck you."

The second page. Local thinks, "If you want to hurt yourself, cut across the vein. If you want to kill yourself, cut along the vein," emphasizing "kill" and "along". She's rolled her sleeves up so she can push the craft knife into her inner left arm, close to the elbow. The wound immediately bleeds. Local then pulls the blade down in an arc, cutting her entire radial artery in one clean stroke. A ragged sheet of blood leaps from the wound to follow the knife. It makes a bad sound. Local says, out loud, "Ow." Local switches hands and does the same thing on her right arm, this time arcing up to cast another flat gout of blood. It makes another bad sound. Local says, "Ow." Finally, Local gets up, abandoning her backpack at her seat, and begins to walk out of the classroom, trailing puddles of blood. She thinks, "Now to find a stream to float away in." No one else seems to have noticed her. Blood escapes from her arm in big drops.

On the third page, the scene changes. A caption reads, "4:41 PM on what was, objectively, a pretty good day. Foreigner, a man with pointy ears and an awful mustache, lies on his back on a carpet, his head near the corner of a couch. He opens his mouth wide and says "Ahh" so that he can push the barrel of a revolver to the roof of his mouth. You can't see it fire, but you can see the blood splash up onto the couch and hear the enormous "Pop" sound the gun makes. However, Foreigner sits up, still holding his now smoking gun. The back of his head has partially shattered, with skull fragments and brain matter flowering out like plant stamens.

The fourth page. Foreigner once again shoots himself in the head, ejecting a symmetric flash and another incredible "Pop" along with the bullet. It jerks Foreigner's head back as it bursts through the opposite temple with ejecta of blood, brain matter, and bone. Another gore flower is left on Foreigner's now frustrated face, which glares at the gun. Foreigner fires again and again, "Pop pop pop," creating flashes of light and spattering parts of his head. A messy spray of blood covers the entire back of the couch, and pieces of skull sit on the seat cushions. Little dots of gore are scattered over Foreigner's collar. He hunches and says, "Dag nabbit." The top half of his head is gone, nose up.

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 12/11/2025

I'm offering doodles for donations! Donate $1 to the Houston Food Bank secure.houstonfoodbank.org/site/Donatio... and reply/message me with proof of donation and I'll respond with a doodle of my choice. Donate $3 and I'll make a doodle of your choice. $1 is the equivalent of about 3 meals.

An ink drawing of a toilet with muscled human arms laughing as it flushes itself.

A cartoon drawing of a sad-looking woman walking her bike through a backyard.

A cartoon drawing of a woman sitting on a couch and sighing, surrounded by cats. It's drawn with a nib pen and digital colors.

An ink drawing of Tome Kurata from Mob Psycho 100 with a mischievous expression on.

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 31/10/2025

its bedtime on all hallows eve. keep an eye on shadows and believe little kids #art #comics #horror

A four panel, black and white comic. Panel 1: In white text on a black background are rendered the sounds of someone choking on fear. Finally, they get out, "Help--" when Jian, a skinny young man with shaggy hair in a big t-shirt, slams the door open, letting light into the dark. He says, "Leo, come on, this is the fourth time and I have work in the morning." Panel 2: Jian's eyes are puffy from lack of sleep as he shouts, "Mom and Dad aren't here! I looked under the bed! I looked in the closet! Do I have to look again?!" Leo, a boy with big ears in polka dot pajamas, cowers in his bed with fear on his face. He interrupts, "No!" He continues, stuttering, "No, sorry, sorry, Jian. You're right. I'll be brave." Panel 3: Five white shapes float in the darkness above the open doorway, where Jian's whole affect changes. He is no longer angry, just tired, grabbing the door frame for support, and if anything taken aback by Leo's compliance. He says, "...okay. Great." He pauses. "Sorry." He continues, "Just... I'm right down the hall. But we both need to sleep, okay? Okay, Leo?" Leo stutters once more, "Okay. Good night." Panel 4: the five white shapes are revealed to be the ragged nails on an enormous hand, palm easily larger than Jian's whole torso, menacing Jian from over the door. The wrist and arm extend out of sight into the darkness. Jian says, "Good night," turning away and beginning to close the door. Just on the other side, inside the room, is a horrific face. Two eyes, feet wide, glow in the dark. It smiles too wide and has warped teeth, its upper lip curled up to reveal its gums. Using another enormous hand, it holds a finger up in front of its face. It is telling Leo to be quiet.

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 31/10/2025

its bedtime on all hallows eve. keep an eye on shadows and believe little kids #art #comics #horror

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

ghost town (2/2) something will wait behind your headstone. what is it? what is it? #comics #art #horror #sorta

A black and white comic, the last page of Ghost Town. Al, a squat, cartoony person with a skull mask on, thinks, "I remember the day we buried her." Rickety, protuberant spires of ghost houses tower over them as they walk through the graveyard. A tear rolls down their mask. "The service was packed. There weren't enough pews." Between spires, one ghost stands alone, behind a headstone that says "Sara Pacheco. 1951 to 2017." The house is two and a half stories and asymmetric, with a front porch that wraps around one side. Al thinks, "People in the back were willing to stand, two layers deep." The lone house lights up the whole graveyard. Al thinks, "Huh." On the front porch are a few deck chairs neatly arranged around a table. On the side porch is a hanging bench, which can swing when pushed. Al thinks, slowly, "This was her house." Al ascends the staircase onto the porch, weeping. They reach for the doorknob. This time, they are able to grab it and open the door. They step into their grandmother's dead house. The door closes.

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

ghost town (1/2) al goes to a place that is receding. noospheric entities wander like deer in the suburbs. is this all that remains? #comics #art #horror #kinda

A six panel, black and white comic. A caption reads, "I'm visiting my grandmother's hometown in Kansas." Al, a squat, cartoony, agender person with light gray skin and black hair, gets some snacks at a gas station. They wear a black mask with a white skull pattern. A tear is drawn below the left eye. The gas station attendant, a balding white man, also wears a black mask with a face pattern. As he counts Al's cash he says, "Watch out for the night lights." Al says, "Huh?" The man replies, "Some houses glow at night. I don't know why." Al thinks, "Weird. Who knows? Maybe he's on something. I'm not sure why I came. She died in 2017." Al walks by an abandoned storefront with boarded up windows. Al thinks, "The rest of the Pacheco family live over in Parsons. The elementary school closed in 2021." Al walks by a house with a front yard covered with scattered, broken furniture and personal belongings. Al thinks, "She would've hated that." Al walks by a house that's missing part of its roof, beams visible. The porch and yard are a mess of plywood. Al thinks, "I want to stay for the evening, anyway. I'm going to sit by the railroad and watch the stars come out, so much easier to see." So Al leans against a concrete wall right by the tracks. They notice something strange: in the distance, between two prefabricated houses, something is glowing brightly.

Between two prefabricated houses, something glows. Al approaches to find that sitting between the two prefabs is what looks like a shed, so bright as to be indistinct. In the dusk it casts light on the grass and trees around it. Al thinks to themself, "Okay. Right. 'Night lights.'" They look left and right, then approach. They think, "Okay. Actually, I might have heard of this. If it..." They reach toward the handle of the shed door, which casts a harsh glow on their hand and sleeve. They attempt to close their hand on the handle. But the handle shifts away from their fist, multiplying, evading, and the light twists, and the whole shed bends as if recoiling. Al themself is shocked, leaning back, as the shed slides away from them across the grass.

Al regards a wrecked garden shed, with a glowing ghost shed behind it. Al thinks, "So this is the ghost of a house. Not a haunted house. That's a ghost in a house. This is a house that died, splitting itself into a spirit and a corpse." Al runs through a dark neighborhood in the growing dim. "Humans are polluting the collective unconscious. Unsustainable social construction, generative AI, epistemological obstacles..." They encounter a ghost house, looking just like its corpse but glowing, ectoplasm bleeding upwards. Al thinks, "Endemic fauna like ghosts are being pushed out onto the material plane." The house warps, reaching up, shuffling its windows and doors around. "Well. 'Ghosts'. Not a single human ghost has been verifiably encountered." The house now bends and twists. Al puts their head in their hands, then looks up as the world gets darker. "But there are ghosts of trees, ghosts of libraries... In Appalachia, there's a ghost of a mountain that was destroyed by mining." A reflection of light grows on their mask. "I've never seen a ghost before. This is..."

Al watches a road surrounded by ghosts. One has projected a door onto the ground in front of it. Another stretches up, curving. Another manipulates its gutters like tentacles. Yet another segments into cubes which individually start to twist and rotate into one another, intersecting. The stretching one leaves the ground entirely as Al thinks, "Is this all that's left?" The stretched house arcs over the road and towards the tentacled house, whose gutters reach out. They collide, sprouting myriad structures from their intersection. The gutters branch, elements curve and grow corners, a porch reflects across itself, and doors locate themselves incorrectly. The houses pull apart again, the stretched one floating off, as Al puts a hand on their face and thinks, "They make the sound of bricks hit with a finger." The ghosts lean over Al as they clutch at their face with both hands and think, "There are ghosts of places but no ghosts of people." Al walks up a hill to a graveyard, where a light is shining. "I'm going to her grave."

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Chopsyn (aka, Pearl Crews.) @chopsyn.bsky.social · 18/08/2025

Cassy's Pale Circus (1/18) Cw: Eroticism, Gore.

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

ghost town (1/2) al goes to a place that is receding. noospheric entities wander like deer in the suburbs. is this all that remains? #comics #art #horror #kinda

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HÆLÏCK @ocean37.bsky.social · 14/10/2025

hi hi hi #PortfolioDay i'm Ocean ET comic artist/illustrator and indie publisher. i spend most of my time working on my own projects and stories, but with the power of CAPITAL you can make me draw for YOU

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 14/10/2025

Ghost Town page 2. some houses glow at night. to be continued some more... i decided to post another page because i am mercurial and strange. this ones a bluesky special for now, because fuck cutting this up for instagram rn

A black and white comic, page 2 of Ghost Town. Between two prefabricated houses, something glows. Al, a squat, cartoony person with a skull mask on, approaches to find that sitting between the two prefabs is what looks like a shed, so bright as to be indistinct. In the dusk it casts light on the grass and trees around it. Al thinks to themself, "Okay. Right. 'Night lights.'" They look left and right, then approach. They think, "Okay. Actually, I might have heard of this. If it..." They reach toward the handle of the shed door, which casts a harsh glow on their hand and sleeve. They attempt to close their hand on the handle. But the handle shifts away from their fist, multiplying, evading, and the light twists, and the whole shed bends as if recoiling. Al themself is shocked, leaning back, as the shed slides away from them across the grass.

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 13/10/2025

Ghost Town page 1, to be continued... may not post the rest until its all done. this is to keep me accountable also this, along with some stuff i havent put online, is going in a little horror collection zine that (hopefully) will be available to purchase on halloween >;] #comic #art #horror

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 13/10/2025

its my favorite month and im drawing furiously

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 01/09/2025

Local and Foreigner Climb a Tree (1/2) cw suicidal ideation never thought of myself as a person who has ocs... but i do have ocs. here i am fucking with them for 7 pages

A black-and-white comic. In the first panel there is text saying "Local and Foreigner climb a tree." In the second panel, Local, a young latina woman with straight black hair and a wide build, is rendered in a very cartoony style. She wears a hoodie and has a tall face with a bumpy nose. She walks her bike across a yard, morose. She turns to look blankly at a tall tree behind her and thinks, "I wonder how high I could get in that tree before I fell and died." In the last panel she discards her bike and stands on top a fence to get high enough to start climbing the tree.

The second page of "Local and Foreigner climb a tree". Local climbs the tree in the background, but Foreigner has popped up in the foreground. Foreigner is a short latino man with angular, messy black hair and a wide, flat nose, also rendered in a cartoony style. He has a classic young latino terrible mustache. He wears a collared jacket with coat tails. He shouts, facing away from the tree, "Lucy! Where'd you go? I forgot how to flush the chamberpot again!" Lucy is Local's real name. Local thinks, "Ugh." Foreigner turns around to see Local already 20 feet up in the tree and, shocked, says, "Lucy! Eye, my!" Local says out loud, "Ugh." Foreigner, quickly becoming distressed and angry, shouts, "Lucy! Are you high?" Local, continuing without hesitation, says, "God, I wish." Foreigner says, "You'll hurt yourself!" Local thinks, "Yup." Finally, Foreigner clambers up to the first fork in the tree. Local shouts down, "Stuff it, Fern!" Fern is Foreigner's real name. Foreigner gets out, "Come... down!"

The third page of "Local and Foreigner climb a tree". Local looks down the tree to ask, exasperated, "Man, what are you even doing?" Foreigner, teeth out and angry, thinks, "What am I doing?" He says, "I'm going to..." He grunts. "...drag you back down!" Local makes it to the top of the large branch she was climbing up, which has no leaves on it (so is probably dead, unlike the rest of the tree). She clambers onto the smaller branch shooting horizontally out of it. She shouts, "Go away!" Foreigner, on her heels, hits back, "No!" They both think, simultaneously, "This is so stupid." Finally, Local, maybe ten feet out on the smaller branch, says, "Great. Awesome. I brought you with me."

The fourth page of "Local and Foreigner climb a tree". Foreigner, sweating and anxious, looks down to see how high they are from the ground. They're very high. The tree shrinks away from them due to perspective. They're above several neighboring houses. Local also regards the ground, thinking, "Yup. Definitely going to die." Suddenly, the tree lets out a loud "Crack!" Foreigner and Local whip their heads around, eyes huge, to see how the long vertical branch supporting their roost has cracked down the middle and started to peel apart. Foreigner and Local start to tilt. Foreigner thinks, his head melting, "This is my fault..." Outwardly he points at Local, furious, and shouts, "This is your fault!" Local shouts back, mouth wide, "Fuck you!" She thinks, terrified, her face surrounded by cracking lightning, "This is my fault!"

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 01/09/2025

Local and Foreigner Climb a Tree (1/2) cw suicidal ideation never thought of myself as a person who has ocs... but i do have ocs. here i am fucking with them for 7 pages

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 28/08/2025

does anyone have a word like "straight" or "neurotypical" but for people without mental illness? i consider myself chronically ill bc of my dependence on medication and how i lose time and energy w/o warning... is there a flippant shortening like "yt" or "allo" for "non-disabled"? google is useless

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Nikki Morgen Comix @duknuk.bsky.social · 27/08/2025

Hey! I do commissions! $1 for a doodle and $10 for an officially sanctioned PaRappa (or other) comic! ko-fi.com/ducknuk

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Support Nikki Morgen / Ducknuk

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 23/08/2025

i think my ultimate artistic dream is to get old and get a property in the middle of nowhere and build a bunch of little structures and draw mural-sized comics on them. let people take a nice walk through some sequential art probably the next 50 years will not support this vision. but imagine...

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 17/08/2025

She's Bigger Than You Remember. 4 pages. You're a twin. One of you died. What remains? #art #horror #comics

A black-and-white comic. A young woman sits in the back of an ambulance in the dark, attended by figures. She hunches in her thermal blanket, harried. Distantly, she says, "Which one am I?" The blackness follows her to another time where she makes herself small, leaning against her mother. She says, with a little concerned smile, "I know I'm the one that threw up in the lemonade on our fourteenth birthday." Her mother smiles, her eyes crinkling, her arm around her daughter. The young woman continues, the smile fading, "But down there, as we got hungrier, she got bigger. Like, taller." Concern rises on her mother's face. The young woman's affect flattens, eyelids low, and says, "She started biting chunks out of my back, accidentally." "Oh, mija," says her mother, who, despite holding her daughter in the same way, now looks up at the viewer, afraid. The young woman drones, "She got big enough that she would put my whole head between her teeth. And then one... day, I guess, she clenched her jaw tighter and tighter, and my skull, I could feel, I..." Her mother, shortly, states, "Magdalena." Tears well up in the corner of her eyes while anger tickles her brow. Magdalena now curls up, finally breaking from her helpless mother, her head almost to her knees where her trembling hands clutch each other as she says, "But now I'm alive, and she's, she's, she's--" A large black coffin in a church interrupts the scene. One end of a tape measure is hooked on a corner while Magdalena holds the other end at the opposite corner, shouting, angry, "It's enormous!" Her father, scared, hands out and down, gets in, "Shh, Magita, take a breath." Magdalena's mother curls up her fist, holding something in. Magita commands, "Just look! Just tell me what that number is. Right there."

A black-and-white comic. Magdalena and her parents look closely at the tape measure which indicates how long the coffin is. Her dad says, "Honey, I'm not sure it matters. I know you're upset--" Magdalena's mom interjects, "It says 85 inches, Magdalena. You're right, it's pretty big." The tape measure reads just over 228 inches. Magdalena says, "...Dad?" Her dad says, "...Maybe 85 and a half, with the trim." The coffin imposes, dividing, dark, enormous. Later, Magdalena walks past a construction site and spots a toe rising from the ground, covered in lines and dark spots, its nail peeling. She says, "Oh." Four other toes, pocked, scarred, disproportionately thin and several feet long, poke out of the earth. As she walks by, Magdalena says, "Coffin must have burst." A part of a news article reads, "I-435 Corridor Sinkholes: Latest Updates. Interstate highway 435 between Cunningham Ridge and Air Line Junction will remain closed until mid-November, Missouri transport officials report. Patrick McKenna, Missouri Director of Transportation, had this to say: 'We are working to understand the extent of the cavities in the Earth causing these sinkholes. We plan to reopen the...'" The article leads to a large graveyard ringed by trees, where Magdalena shouts, horrified, "Dad! What..." Her word falls into the darkness of an enormous mouth. The top palette sticks thirty feet up out of the ground, creating a broken mound of dirt behind it, the gravestones tilted and fallen. The teeth are perfectly aligned. The mouth is horribly wide. There is another thirty feet where dirt falls into the dark orifice before the lower jaw begins. There the teeth are crowded, pushing each other around on the wet, misshapen gums. Each is almost as tall as Magdalena. There is a large gap between the front teeth where her father is lowering himself into the mouth. Magdalena screams, "Dad!"

A black-and-white comic, page 3 of "She's Bigger Than You Remember". Magdalena's dad proceeds with lowering himself into the enormous mouth, while Magdalena sprints towards him. She gets out, "Oh god--Dad, stop--Oh god--" The panel borders become teeth, which close as her dad disappears into the pit. Magdalena screams, "Dad!" Magdalena shouts again. Her hands reach. Finally, the panel opens up and Magdalena finds her dad clinging onto the gums. He shouts, terrified, "Help--" Magdalena shouts back, "Dad! God!" She pulls him up and is scared and angry as she implores, "Why--" Her dad, crawling, sweating, says, "I don't--I'm--" He gets up and stumbles away from Magdalena, who watches, confused, alarmed, as he says, "I don't know--I'm sorry--I don't know--" His hand trembles as it covers his face. Time passes. Magdalena stares, bored, at a laptop screen. Tired, she confronts her parents. Her mom lectures while her dad looks away, silent. A moving van is full of boxes and a mattress. Finally, Magdalena drives the moving van away from the shadowy tarmac, accompanied by marching powerlines, into the flat, empty horizon. Someone says, "Goodbye, Isabel." More time passes. Five panels are superimposed over a graph of global average temperature. In 2025, Magdalena sits on a bare mattress, thinking. The temperature is just under 1.5 Celsius above the preindustrial average (this is real). In 2035, Magdalena sits in a conference room with some coworkers. The temperature is about 1.7 degrees above preindustrial average. In 2045, Magdalena's roots are gray. She kisses someone, her hand on their cheek. The other person's hand is on Magdalena's collarbone and their back is bare. The temperature is +2.1 degrees. In 2055, Magdalena looks in the mirror. Her chin has softened and she has more wrinkles. She's let her hair gray. +2.7 degrees. In 2065, Magdalena sits on the edge of her bed while her partner sleeps. +3.5 degrees. A dotted line noted as "Today" sits at around 2070.

A black-and-white comic. A car drives back to the tarmac that Magdalena drove away from 45 years ago. The brush is burnt. There is smoke on the horizon. The sun is setting. The telephone poles lay in disarray, some still standing, some knocked over long ago. Magdalena is driving the car. The upper left part of the windshield is cracked. She stares upwards, frail, horrified. Everything is tilted. Clouds blow over the darkling sky. Piercing them are a series of five dark, gargantuan structures, their bases invisible over the horizon. Four of them extend from over the horizon at a low angle, then bend sharply at a sort of joint, where a softer material is present. The texture otherwise is pocked and lined by forty years of wind. The structures recede up into the sky, skinny and ribbed, and just above the clouds there is another joint. Beyond that second joint is a tapering shape that spreads into a large pad. You realize: these are the remains of a hand. The structures are finger bones, miles long. She reaches, dead, toward the sky. The fifth structure is worse: a distant, gaunt, distended skull, at least ten miles wide. Any remaining flesh has sunken into the long nasal passage and empty left eye socket. The right eye, however, is fully intact. The sclera is far too white. The iris appears smeared, but the pupil is dark and focused. It's staring directly at "Magdalena" in her car, from what must be a hundred miles away. As the car approaches the horizon, toward the living gaze of the dead sister, a voice emanates from the skull. To be clear: it has no muscles left, and the lower jaw is nowhere. The voice remains, to say: "Welcome home, Isabel."

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 17/08/2025

She's Bigger Than You Remember. 4 pages. You're a twin. One of you died. What remains? #art #horror #comics

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ᎤᏣᎳ Lichen @lichenritual.bsky.social · 11/08/2025

Gravity Loop ᎠᏗᎾᏌᏁᏍᎩ ᎫᏓᎸᏗ Issue No. 5 gravityloop.org Emry's Blossom by Pearl Crews @chopsyn.bsky.social Graceful Reapportionment by Lichen Euchella @lichenritual.bsky.social Road Killer by Ocean ET @ocean37.bsky.social and More! 52 pages: ko-fi.com/s/12cda71359 patreon.com/gravityloop

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 09/08/2025

Twin page 4 sketch, btw. working out some details...

A photo of a sketchy pencil and ink drawing. The shapes are (intentionally) unclear. There is a handwritten note on it that says, "Gore should climb up here in these dark areas."

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 09/08/2025

BAMAN PIDERMAN IS COMING BACK BABEY!!! someones definitely done this before but it was so fucking fun to make... @smallbu.bsky.social are geniuses of cartooning

A colored image of Baman from Baman Piderman doing the Dark Knight Returns pose in front of a lightning bolt. His limbs are mixed up, in the tradition of Baman. The lightning bolt is all squiggly, in the tradition of Baman Piderman weather. The caption at the top reads, "Baman: The Dark Knight Comes Ober". Piderman's house is in the lower right corner in exaggerated perspective, with Tuba and Piderman sitting on the roof. Tuba says "Honk!" Pider man says "Hi Baman!"

A colored image of the cast of Baman Piderman, imitating the Across the Spider-verse poster. Piderman is in the extreme foreground like Miles in the original poster, with Wanda behind him like Gwen. Red Squib, Tuba's Dad, the thing, and the bug are falling through the air, and Red Squib looks disconcerted. Pumkin carries Tuba and swings from a tentacle of Squib in the classic pose from the first Spider-man comic. Squib swings from a tentacle themself. The text at the bottom says "Piderman: Ober the House".

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 04/08/2025

briel comix tip: if your new, pricey deleter black 4 ink is too viscous and sticks to your nib and doesnt give you a reliable line, mix some water into the ink idfk if this is the Right Solution and i was terrified to do the mixing. but i did it and it works and im a genius

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Briel Comics @brielcomics.bsky.social · 24/07/2025

Twin page 3 of 4. A mouth tries to close. Time passes. this ones for the real ones who look at comics on bigger screens, and also its for the zine im printing later this year. im traveling this week, final page not for another 10 days or so #comic #horror

A black-and-white comic, page 3 of "Twin". Magdalena's dad proceeds with lowering himself into the enormous mouth, while Magdalena sprints towards him. She gets out, "Oh god--Dad, stop--Oh god--" The panel borders become teeth, which close as her dad disappears into the pit. Magdalena screams, "Dad!" Magdalena shouts again. Her hands reach. Finally, the panel opens up and Magdalena finds her dad clinging onto the gums. He shouts, terrified, "Help--" Magdalena shouts back, "Dad! God!" She pulls him up and is scared and angry as she implores, "Why--" Her dad, crawling, sweating, says, "I don't--I'm--" He gets up and stumbles away from Magdalena, who watches, confused, alarmed, as he says, "I don't know--I'm sorry--I don't know--" His hand trembles as it covers his face. Time passes. Magdalena stares, bored, at a laptop screen. Tired, she confronts her parents. Her mom lectures while her dad looks away, silent. A moving van is full of boxes and a mattress. Finally, Magdalena drives the moving van away from the shadowy tarmac, accompanied by marching powerlines, into the flat, empty horizon. Someone says, "Goodbye, Isabel." More time passes. Five panels are superimposed over a graph of global average temperature. In 2025, Magdalena sits on a bare mattress, thinking. The temperature is just under 1.5 Celsius above the preindustrial average (this is real). In 2035, Magdalena sits in a conference room with some coworkers. The temperature is about 1.7 degrees above preindustrial average. In 2045, Magdalena's roots are gray. She kisses someone, her hand on their cheek. The other person's hand is on Magdalena's collarbone and their back is bare. The temperature is +2.1 degrees. In 2055, Magdalena looks in the mirror. Her chin has softened and she has more wrinkles. She's let her hair gray. +2.7 degrees. In 2065, Magdalena sits on the edge of her bed while her partner sleeps. +3.5 degrees. A dotted line noted as "Today" sits at around 2070.

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