My laptops having a stroke and I cant make any comics
Remembering when Justin Broadrick released all of these solo projects and aliases one year; and I ever ordered the White Static Demon cassette, too.
Jacob’s Dream, William Blake, 1790
A year after Tommy was exiled, on the anniversary itself, Ghostbur comes back to L'Manberg.
He doesn’t come back alone.
Accompanying him is another ghost— an excitable child. Nobody seems to recognize him, no one but Philza, who wails upon recognizing the child spirit.
Wilbur came back hand-in-hand with a child spirit, one who looked to be no older than 13
It was pretty clear who it was after putting two and two together.
Techno comes to L'Manberg a day later, holding the corpse of Tommy Innit close to his chest.
He’s buried next to Wilbur under the L'Manberg.
Beware Hitchhiking Ghosts! ∞
After discovering his psychic ability–and talent for communicating with ghosts–at a young age, Gerard threw himself into the study of the supernatural. With the help of his mentor, his brother, and his friends, he’d begun making a name for himself as a paranormal investigator. Then his team took a case that sent them reeling and threatened to break them apart when they needed each other most. A year later, still haunted by the past, the team’s latest case takes a dangerous turn, and they’ll have to fight to make it through with their lives–and souls–intact.
OH, this was so interesting?? This is a really good take on a ghost-hunter verse, very successful spooky-ness. Kind of takes a while to get into the main plot, but once u get there it gets like. Super suspenseful and stuff 👀… Also very minor side plot gerard/frank/grant if that’s your thing! But if it’s not your thing this is totally enjoyable anyway because it’s VERY minor. Anyway, give it a read!
Uh oh I’m in love with a dead war criminal
Trying to design a new header for my Twitter/tumblr.. maybe Facebook too with all my sides and some of my fave original characters I’ve created; just some sketches for now though ✏️💀👻🐾🌸🍄🐈🐱🥰✍️✏️💕✨
Work by Kavan Cardoza
Tim meets a ghost in a hotel room.
Tim reaches for his headphones and presses the buds into his ears. His laptop is open on his lap, screen bright among a dark, empty room. Not empty, per say- hotel rooms are never exactly empty. There’s ghosts looming in the corners and memories stalking through the halls, glimpses hiding in the bedrooms and images strewn about the floor. No matter where he looks, that’s all Tim can see- a stain of lipstick left on the corner of the bedside table, an empty food wrapper left behind the trash can, a handprint stuck on the window.
It’s hard to look past all of it. It’s harder to see past the woman in the ruined red dress, holding her head in her hands.
After the incident with the detective, the ghost and the hitchhiker had to use some forethought in addition to their general cleverness to make sure no one else decided the jar of grave dirt and bone signaled something more sinister than unusual traveling companions. The story about historical preservation research had worked, just barely, thanks to the ghost’s knowledge of obscure historical details that could be whispered to her partner in plain view of the detective, so they stuck with that. Now the great hiking backpack made room for stacks of notebook pages of dates and locations and library photocopies of old regional maps as well, and what had begun as a protective ruse had become an unexpectedly genuine quest for strange history.