Jay Eaton

Jay Eaton

@jayeatonart.bsky.social

An organism appreciator. Working on a hard scifi graphic novel. 🌈 http://patreon.com/jayrockin ☘️ http://jayrockin.tumblr.com 🏳️‍🌈 Bizz email: jayrock5858 @ yahoo .com

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Shards of Reflection A newly made vampire searches for the vampire who made her while unable to trust her new senses and memories.

www.kickstarter.com/projects/149... hi folks! My kickstarter is still going! Please spread the word!

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Idrisah and Cheevwut sit in her cubicle organizing a pile of loose cables on the floor. Idrisah: Cheevwut, do you know where I put that USB-G cable? A series of increasingly loud thumping footsteps causes Idrisah look up in surprise. Talita has returned, gripping the top of the cubicle wall, eyes wild. Idrisah: Is something wrong? Talita glances fearfully at the entrance to the admin wing, the direction she fled from. Talita: There’s… centaurs outside. Cheevwut: Oh yeah, that’s your new temp crew. Talita grips her neck, horrified. Talita: What?? Cheevwut: Mel wanted it to be a surprise. Looks like it worked. Talita slumps on top on the cubicle wall, holding her head and staring off into space, dazed. Cheevwut seems amused by her anguish. Cheevwut: Haw haw. Idrisah: Are you… alright? Talita: I– Idrisah's computer, which isn’t packed yet, begins to ring. It's a call from someone named "Ranni Powell." Cheevwut leans over to peek at the monitor. Cheevwut: You're getting a call from the orbital station? Weird. They only do that for urgent stuff. Talita and Idrisah exchange a panicked look. Cheevwut: Uh… You gonna pick it up? Idrisah quickly taps the enter key to pick up the call. Ranni's wrinkly whiskered face appears on the video call screen, with the tubular space station interior behind her. It is cluttered with decades of memorabilia. The bulkhead doors are ringed with circular drawstring curtains, the hatch handles and hand holds are covered with crocheted cozies, and family picture frames are attached all over the floorless walls. Paul floats behind Ranni, upside-down from the camera's perspective, using a computer console surrounded by duck figurines and childrens' artwork. Ranni: Hello Idrisah– Oh, sorry, dear, I forgot you were packing up today! Should I call Ohwitiil instead? Idrisah tries to conceal her terror. Cheevwut peeks over her shoulder nosily. Talita crouches behind the cubicle wall, trying to hide. Idrisah: Hi Ranni! It’s fine! Why’d you call?

This week on #RunawayToTheStars: Cheevwut is watching this office drama and eating alien popcorn.

Catch up: https://runawaytothestars.com
Read ahead: https://patreon.com/jayrockin

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4 days ago

Growth Chart and Airsled are sold out but there are still some AMA zines left!

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4 days ago

All three are examples are resellers, not artists. Resellers are fine but they don't always have the same customer base as people looking to meet the artists producing comics themselves. ECCC's layout has marooned some artists two floors down out of sight from the people who want to buy their books

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5 days ago
Idrisah and Cheevwut sit in her cubicle organizing a pile of loose cables on the floor. Idrisah: Cheevwut, do you know where I put that USB-G cable? A series of increasingly loud thumping footsteps causes Idrisah look up in surprise. Talita has returned, gripping the top of the cubicle wall, eyes wild. Idrisah: Is something wrong? Talita glances fearfully at the entrance to the admin wing, the direction she fled from. Talita: There’s… centaurs outside. Cheevwut: Oh yeah, that’s your new temp crew. Talita grips her neck, horrified. Talita: What?? Cheevwut: Mel wanted it to be a surprise. Looks like it worked. Talita slumps on top on the cubicle wall, holding her head and staring off into space, dazed. Cheevwut seems amused by her anguish. Cheevwut: Haw haw. Idrisah: Are you… alright? Talita: I– Idrisah's computer, which isn’t packed yet, begins to ring. It's a call from someone named "Ranni Powell." Cheevwut leans over to peek at the monitor. Cheevwut: You're getting a call from the orbital station? Weird. They only do that for urgent stuff. Talita and Idrisah exchange a panicked look. Cheevwut: Uh… You gonna pick it up? Idrisah quickly taps the enter key to pick up the call. Ranni's wrinkly whiskered face appears on the video call screen, with the tubular space station interior behind her. It is cluttered with decades of memorabilia. The bulkhead doors are ringed with circular drawstring curtains, the hatch handles and hand holds are covered with crocheted cozies, and family picture frames are attached all over the floorless walls. Paul floats behind Ranni, upside-down from the camera's perspective, using a computer console surrounded by duck figurines and childrens' artwork. Ranni: Hello Idrisah– Oh, sorry, dear, I forgot you were packing up today! Should I call Ohwitiil instead? Idrisah tries to conceal her terror. Cheevwut peeks over her shoulder nosily. Talita crouches behind the cubicle wall, trying to hide. Idrisah: Hi Ranni! It’s fine! Why’d you call?

This week on #RunawayToTheStars: Cheevwut is watching this office drama and eating alien popcorn.

Catch up: https://runawaytothestars.com
Read ahead: https://patreon.com/jayrockin

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1 week ago

Sorry, I have a a disease where I read a joke and understand it's a joke and then answer it literally anyways

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The horse is thinking mm, treats.

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1 week ago

What, like a domestic mount animal? Not really. They have some domestic animals larger than them, like queen ant cows, but riding those is uncommon. Centaur on top of a centaur is usually a piggyback situation for younger kids.

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1 week ago
Happy Year of the Horse! Talita: Am I doing this right? Idrisah: Hold your palm flatter!

Talita gives a treat to an incredibly chill horse, Idrisah backseats horse feeding. #RunawaytotheStars #YearoftheHorse

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Idrisah: Well… In my opinion, you should… She glances back at Cheevwut. Idrisah: (ASL) Also quit. Especially after that shit with Mel. Talita: (ASL) Maybe… Not now, soon after you, Gillie, AND Cal. Management is angry, I think. Ohwitiil walks past the cubicle. Ohwitiil: IDRISAH! Keep packing, I’ve got someone who needs your desk tomorrow! Maybe this one will actually stick around! Talita and Idrisah exchange a look of knowing exhaustion. Talita: I’ll stop distracting you. Idrisah: Seeya later… Talita waves goodbye to Idrisah and exits the recycling plant, looking absentmindedly at her tablet while walking through the personal exit into the Shikaviil Port dome. An odd echo to her footsteps makes her look up in confusion. She glances around, trying to parse the sound. Walking past the edge of the sound wall, Talita sees the source of the noise. Far across the dome, near the apartments, a group of centaurs walk on the circular road. There appear to be five adults, four smaller and one larger, as well as four children half their height. All of them have half-lidded eyes and implacable expressions. The four smaller adults are dressed in loose belted leather overpants on their rear four legs, with fabric undershirts that are neatly tucked into their waistbands to leave their upper torsos bare. They wear decorative fabric collars and necklaces adorned with dangling beads, strings, tufts of feathers, and pleating. In their manes they have tucked ornamental combs made from metal, bone, feathers, and beads. Three of them appear to be light in color with thin dark stripes and dark irises, and one is darker with broad stripes and light irises. All have a bar piercing through the upper portion of their trunks, and the oldest of the lighter individuals has two bars. They speak amongst themselves. The four children wear identical dark capelets with tassels that appear to be furred tails. Three are light in color, one is darker. They look around with wider eyes, and one curls their trunk up. They stand close to the small adults, who put reassuring hands on them. The largest adult stands in front of the group, speaking to an enthusiastically smiling Mel and politely smiling Tod. They are finely dressed in a tasseled skirt that covers their lower body and overpants, with a collared cape featuring long hanging panels with embroidery and a tasseled scallop pattern, with a brooch of a carved animal's head at their throat. A chatelaine with a six-legged turtle-like creature hangs from their belt. They are white with black stripes and dark facial markings that extend to the tip of their trunk, which has two bar piercings. The right side of their face is an eyeless crater of scar tissue, with bone missing from the crown of their head to nearly their nostril, an injury that on a human would have been instantly fatal. The large centaur turns their single dark eye and makes eye contact across the distance with Talita, who stares back in dumbfounded horror.

This week on #RunawayToTheStars: Oh golly, so that's what Mel's surprise was!

Catch up: https://runawaytothestars.com
Read ahead: https://patreon.com/jayrockin

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Idrisah: Well… In my opinion, you should… She glances back at Cheevwut. Idrisah: (ASL) Also quit. Especially after that shit with Mel. Talita: (ASL) Maybe… Not now, soon after you, Gillie, AND Cal. Management is angry, I think. Ohwitiil walks past the cubicle. Ohwitiil: IDRISAH! Keep packing, I’ve got someone who needs your desk tomorrow! Maybe this one will actually stick around! Talita and Idrisah exchange a look of knowing exhaustion. Talita: I’ll stop distracting you. Idrisah: Seeya later… Talita waves goodbye to Idrisah and exits the recycling plant, looking absentmindedly at her tablet while walking through the personal exit into the Shikaviil Port dome. An odd echo to her footsteps makes her look up in confusion. She glances around, trying to parse the sound. Walking past the edge of the sound wall, Talita sees the source of the noise. Far across the dome, near the apartments, a group of centaurs walk on the circular road. There appear to be five adults, four smaller and one larger, as well as four children half their height. All of them have half-lidded eyes and implacable expressions. The four smaller adults are dressed in loose belted leather overpants on their rear four legs, with fabric undershirts that are neatly tucked into their waistbands to leave their upper torsos bare. They wear decorative fabric collars and necklaces adorned with dangling beads, strings, tufts of feathers, and pleating. In their manes they have tucked ornamental combs made from metal, bone, feathers, and beads. Three of them appear to be light in color with thin dark stripes and dark irises, and one is darker with broad stripes and light irises. All have a bar piercing through the upper portion of their trunks, and the oldest of the lighter individuals has two bars. They speak amongst themselves. The four children wear identical dark capelets with tassels that appear to be furred tails. Three are light in color, one is darker. They look around with wider eyes, and one curls their trunk up. They stand close to the small adults, who put reassuring hands on them. The largest adult stands in front of the group, speaking to an enthusiastically smiling Mel and politely smiling Tod. They are finely dressed in a tasseled skirt that covers their lower body and overpants, with a collared cape featuring long hanging panels with embroidery and a tasseled scallop pattern, with a brooch of a carved animal's head at their throat. A chatelaine with a six-legged turtle-like creature hangs from their belt. They are white with black stripes and dark facial markings that extend to the tip of their trunk, which has two bar piercings. The right side of their face is an eyeless crater of scar tissue, with bone missing from the crown of their head to nearly their nostril, an injury that on a human would have been instantly fatal. The large centaur turns their single dark eye and makes eye contact across the distance with Talita, who stares back in dumbfounded horror.

This week on #RunawayToTheStars: Oh golly, so that's what Mel's surprise was!

Catch up: https://runawaytothestars.com
Read ahead: https://patreon.com/jayrockin

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2 weeks ago
Chapter 9: Outside, Inside. Talita is shown repainting the centaur text on the outside of the Runaway where the hull patch has covered up the message. She and two electrician worms stand on a hanging crane lift with foam brushes, with the worms leaning perilously outside the railing to reach parts of the text. Inside the Runaway, Talita takes a photo of the cleaned up interior living space. Bip's avatar coils into the frame on the walls, winking and sticking out a tongue while throwing up a V-hand sign that is obviously a photo graphic of a human hand pasted over their vector arm. Talita smiles, standing in her socks on the exterior wall of the sideways room. Gillie is shown redying her hair "Ember Orange," with a dye brush in her gloved hand. She is in a stained white tank top with her wet hair brushed into a mound on top of her head, away from her ears, forehead and neck. Her eyebrows are also wet with color. Finishing application, she notices with sneering annoyance that her mystacial whiskers are growing back in. She opens the rather barren medicine cabinet looking for a tool to deal with them, but the only thing on the shelf is an open medicine box for her prescription of Estradiol—Dissolving Subcutaneous Implants, 0.125 mg/day, "for human use only." Gillie stomps to get her wife's attention across the hallway. Gillie: (ASL) Did you already pack my tweezers? Idrisah looks up from where she is looking at her phone and squatting on the floor of their bedroom while organizing earrings. She is surrounded by stacks of reusable shipping boxes full of packed items. Idrisah: (ASL) Those should be with the first aid stuff. Gillie walks in and opens a box next to Idrisah. Idrisah shows her the phone screen. Idrisah: (ASL) But look! Talita sent photos of the Runaway! Gillie: (ASL) Wow. Spacious. Idrisah: (ASL) I didn’t know Bip was such a fancy vessel. Gillie: (ASL) Pirates live in style, I suppose. She looks at Idrisah, who is wearing belted pants, a loose top over arm warmers, a hijab, and jewelry. Gillie: (ASL) Heading out? You're all dressed. Idrisah: (ASL) Yeah, I’ve got to pack up my work desk. Idrisah: (ASL) Can you start packing your computer desk while I'm out? Gillie frowns. Gillie: (ASL) We don’t leave till next week! Idrisah: (ASL) It’s only five days! Gillie: (ASL) I refuse to live out of boxes until I have to. Idrisah: (ASL) You’ll regret that this weekend. Gillie: (ASL) I will pack more NON-ESSENTIALS. In the Ixion admin wing, Idrisah packs up her cubicle space with help from Cheevwut. Talita leans on the edge of the cubicle wall, looking glum. Talita: Need any help over here? Idrisah: Thanks Talita, I think we’re good. Talita: I’m gonna miss coming to admin to bug you.

This week on #RunawayToTheStars: Talita repaints the Runaway, Gillie repaints her hair, Idrisah packs up.

Catch up: https://runawaytothestars.com
Read ahead: https://patreon.com/jayrockin

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COMA BEACH, page 1

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2 weeks ago

Imo the "burrito" tortillas they sell in most stores here aren't actually burrito tortillas, they're too small. If you buy burritos from a restaurant they are using much bigger 'tillas. I always end up piling on a restaurant burrito amount of stuff and then the damn thing won't close

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Chapter 9: Outside, Inside. Talita is shown repainting the centaur text on the outside of the Runaway where the hull patch has covered up the message. She and two electrician worms stand on a hanging crane lift with foam brushes, with the worms leaning perilously outside the railing to reach parts of the text. Inside the Runaway, Talita takes a photo of the cleaned up interior living space. Bip's avatar coils into the frame on the walls, winking and sticking out a tongue while throwing up a V-hand sign that is obviously a photo graphic of a human hand pasted over their vector arm. Talita smiles, standing in her socks on the exterior wall of the sideways room. Gillie is shown redying her hair "Ember Orange," with a dye brush in her gloved hand. She is in a stained white tank top with her wet hair brushed into a mound on top of her head, away from her ears, forehead and neck. Her eyebrows are also wet with color. Finishing application, she notices with sneering annoyance that her mystacial whiskers are growing back in. She opens the rather barren medicine cabinet looking for a tool to deal with them, but the only thing on the shelf is an open medicine box for her prescription of Estradiol—Dissolving Subcutaneous Implants, 0.125 mg/day, "for human use only." Gillie stomps to get her wife's attention across the hallway. Gillie: (ASL) Did you already pack my tweezers? Idrisah looks up from where she is looking at her phone and squatting on the floor of their bedroom while organizing earrings. She is surrounded by stacks of reusable shipping boxes full of packed items. Idrisah: (ASL) Those should be with the first aid stuff. Gillie walks in and opens a box next to Idrisah. Idrisah shows her the phone screen. Idrisah: (ASL) But look! Talita sent photos of the Runaway! Gillie: (ASL) Wow. Spacious. Idrisah: (ASL) I didn’t know Bip was such a fancy vessel. Gillie: (ASL) Pirates live in style, I suppose. She looks at Idrisah, who is wearing belted pants, a loose top over arm warmers, a hijab, and jewelry. Gillie: (ASL) Heading out? You're all dressed. Idrisah: (ASL) Yeah, I’ve got to pack up my work desk. Idrisah: (ASL) Can you start packing your computer desk while I'm out? Gillie frowns. Gillie: (ASL) We don’t leave till next week! Idrisah: (ASL) It’s only five days! Gillie: (ASL) I refuse to live out of boxes until I have to. Idrisah: (ASL) You’ll regret that this weekend. Gillie: (ASL) I will pack more NON-ESSENTIALS. In the Ixion admin wing, Idrisah packs up her cubicle space with help from Cheevwut. Talita leans on the edge of the cubicle wall, looking glum. Talita: Need any help over here? Idrisah: Thanks Talita, I think we’re good. Talita: I’m gonna miss coming to admin to bug you.

This week on #RunawayToTheStars: Talita repaints the Runaway, Gillie repaints her hair, Idrisah packs up.

Catch up: https://runawaytothestars.com
Read ahead: https://patreon.com/jayrockin

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2 weeks ago

It's so annoyingggggg I want to know what the prehistoric plants looked like! Show me the freaks!

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more Stipa-Caproni shitpost

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Nexus Jovia has no crewed aircraft, because pressurized spinning cylinders that are only a few km in diameter are not a great place to fly anything large. Meanwhile, Dirtball just doesn't have enough gas clinging to it to make any reasonably proportioned airfoil work.

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A landscape page with a pale green background and two illustrations of Ginkgo on it. On the left is an inaccurate one with leaves coming directly from a branch. On the right is an accurate one with clusters extending from short shoots.

I, too, would like to have a go at the new Spinosaurus soon, but in the meantime:
Here's a slide from my recent talk, which covers the DOs and DON'Ts of restoring ginkgoes within palaeoart!
Enjoy! #Ginkgo #FossilFriday #paleobotany #paleoart #SciComm

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In the future, Border Leicester sheep have even bigger ears. For, uh, better heat radiation. Because Earth is hotter. No other reason, humans would never gradually exaggerate the breed characteristics of domestic animals over time for no reason but aesthetics!

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A box of RttS comics didn't make it to England in time for me to sell them at Dinocon last year, so instead of sending them back to the USA, me and my friend @thylacereal.bsky.social worked something out! Cheaper shipping to the Eastern hemisphere, while supplies last: www.thylacinestoyshop.com/rtts

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Questions for fan favorite characters.

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Fired clay and pigment sculpture of many faces emerging from a singular face

Fragment of an anthropomorphic brazier. Aztec (c. 1300)

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Yep, she gets goosebumps when she's cold (so the fur stands up)

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RttS is mostly about weirdo only children who have have trouble fitting into their communities finding solace in each other's company, for some reason.

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From a Terran perspective, all housing in Jovia is high density housing.

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Bip's avatar is also literally made of vectors (in Clip Studio Paint) though in these AMAs I usually draw their body instead because it's faster.

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Sorry, but despite everything, Cheevwut is too much of a normie have a woke opinion about carnalists. Microdosing avian cocaine at work is normal, but “sex drugs” (sex hormones and spring inducers) are for weirdo perverts.

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Fuck. Yes.

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