Reposted by Pel/Zomb
Peony Bloom
Julie Joyful Shading practice for your troubles? :]
(I got side-tracked on what I was meant to be drawing and doodled her. . . . I just think their neat, very cool gal)
#welcomehome #welcomehomeart #juliejoyful #art #welcomehomearg #artist #fyp #juliejoyfulart
![A comic about Click Clack from great god grove. Though he's the only character present, the text is split between two parties. Narration inside dark text boxes surrounded by brackets [] and Click Clack's speech in lighter text boxes (indicated by quotation marks) "". The text reads:
[An inquisitive mind enters this quiet domain] "Oh, does someone have a question for me?"
a hand reaches up in the dark to turn on a lamp
"Allow me to illuminate"
Click clack can now be seen, dancing on the edge of a bent piece of paper.
[With the lights on, our eyes are met with the enormous presence of CLICK CLACK, God of Storytelling!]
[Our reader's gaze lingers on Click Clack's masked visage]
Click Clack points to his mask as it gives a huge smile
"Curious about your God's most adorable feature? I don't show off for just anyone, but seeing as the story calls for it, I'll make an exception. 'Show, don't tell' is an adage for a reason..."](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:vqy5eijqop26tued5ahhjums/bafkreiafj3tqpdxfc7bgzr34o4illroovjnmszkmfxrnntq5hne3tuirkq)
![Click clack begins taking off his mask, still holding it close to his face
"As you probably guessed, this mask has a more important purpose than aesthetics. It's the primary tool I use to communicate, the filter through which my divine editing process can be perceived"
[Click Clack rambles as he takes his sweet, eternal time untying his mask]
"That occasionally annoying interjection is the Story. A narrative blueprint laid out by MY words, but constructed in YOUR mind. A collaborative process, as all storytelling is..."
A single eye of Click Clack's real face can be seen peeking behind the mask now, as a red stage curtain billows around him
"The mask, like a stage actor's, shows my audience only what's necessary to convey the right Story. Through it, the Story stays focused. On topic. Thematically coherent! So I may inspire readers like yourself, hungry for a work rich in meaning! However, if one were to seek for more, a glance behind the curtain..."](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:vqy5eijqop26tued5ahhjums/bafkreidwt2mhshesi6nnpat2aqsg7bohumes7hwnxbs5pqclnngpzfgomq)
![Click Clack stands behind the open red curtain, with his mask in his hands. Black ink drips from his face, and from his mouth comes a deluge of narrative text, swallowed in his shadow.
[Freed from the constraint of the mask, the Story pours out in a stream untempered. It laps gently at the edges of our reader’s mind at first, sharing small insights into their internal world. Their unconscious feelings, their thoughts, details of their past they were never privy to. Then the flow strengthens, straining against our reader’s limited perspective. New characters seep into cracks. Details of lives never witnessed, relationships never forged, drown one’s mind with such vivid clarity, their own meager story gets lost in the rush. They may find their awareness expanded to a vast ocean, to tales long forgotten by immortal memory. Rough drafts barely-conceived before abandonment, versions left crumpled and torn on the cutting room floor. A deluge of information for which there is no lifeline. Until finally, a blinding streak of white cuts across the inky depths. A ream inscribed with a script so long, one could spend the rest of their dwindling days clawing their way up its mountainous paragraphs, and yet never reach its divine pinnacle - a lone figure, hunched over their old-fashioned typewriter, eternally hammering away at the Story of this-]
The text is cut off Click Clack slamming his face back into his mask, the remaining ink spraying from his head forming the word "CUT!" He stands in front of another piece of paper, which blocks the reader from seeing any more.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:vqy5eijqop26tued5ahhjums/bafkreibpn5vdgxpdrxwoscwr7t4c2n7qvuauaqhpllstor4vwzviuok7mi)
![Click Clack sits casually now on the edge of a paper, tying his mask back up. The remains of splattered ink can still be seen on the top of the page, and at the edge of his mask. "Whew!" [The god exclaimed, sounding oddly exhausted] "I hope that little demonstration satisfies!" [One could surmise it would be unwise to ask again.]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:vqy5eijqop26tued5ahhjums/bafkreia56bigpclgatbfl37uajkjqlifnz46f5mx2qzalgh7aok7ybakeq)
