Briel Comics

Night of the Hunter (1/7)

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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

so basically electrons exist in discrete orbitals because of the dual wave-particle nature of matter, each electron forms a standing wave around the nucleus and only certain frequencies (i.e. energies) create standing waves

no kid cares abt this. i just have to bite my tongue when i teach chemistry

YouTube video by FilmCore I FIXED Jurassic Park's T. REX Fight!

nahh totally. seems it feels like youve already done the giving up thing. frustrating is maybe the least severe adjective you could use lol. im sorry theres been so much miserable bullshit, friend. have a video abt scientifically accurate dinosaur fights youtu.be/TgoTyj-_G6s

im a replier on the internet and i dont really know you and i have a character limit etc etc but thats my advice

if you feel like giving up rn... maybe think abt leaning into that. and giving up. especially if youve never done that before. but also be flexible enough that if you find yourself thinking abt trying again, you can lean into that too and try again. who knows when. but you can

abt the 3rd or 4th time i stalled out of/was denied readmission to college after medical leave, i gave up. it took several years to work up the energy again. but i did and now, better late than never, i have a degree. what helped me in the end was being flexible about the future

A four-panel comic in black, white, and magenta. The first panel is a title card, "Local and Foreigner Talk to a Boy???" In the second panel, a young man with good cartoon hair and a button-up with the top two buttons undone waves goodbye over his shoulder at Foreigner, a short young man with pointy ears and a bad mustache, and Local, a large young woman with straight black hair and a hoodie. Local waves back, cringing, and says, "...Okay. I think that went poorly." Local, also cringing, replies, "Yeah." They stand behind a table with a big book and a laptop on it in front of a brick wall. Foreigner's cringe grows angry as he says, "It was going so well...I didn't say anything untrue! I think? I didn't say anything wrong?" Local, also looking frustrated, says, "Sometimes the way I am is enough to make someone not want to spend time with me. It's impossible to control." Foreigner leans forward and looks up at Local accusingly, asserting, "No, no, that's absolving yourself of responsibility. You can always change your behavior." Local turns away and rolls her eyes, smiling resentfully, and replies, "I can't. That's hyperindividualism."

Page 2 of "Local and Foreigner Talk to a Boy???". Foreigner, exasperated, holds his fingers splayed in front of him and says, "Clearly people can change their behavior." Local turns to look right at Foreigner from above and replies, "I'm saying it's impossible to control. Things just happen." Foreigner turns his head away, hunches, and clenches his fingers, asserting, "But you still have a responsibility to be a good person! You have to be accountable!" Local, her attention now detached from Foreigner, looks away and grows sad, saying, "And that's the worst thing, I don't want to be accountable. I guess I..." Foreigner has totally ceased paying attention to Local, musing with a desperate whimsy, "I just don't know what I did, yet. I need to figure it out and practice. I need the ability to disappear until I can figure it out." Local hunches below Foreigner's height and covers her face with her hand, whinging, "All I do is disappear. Other people make me disappear, I make myself disappear, I want to disappear." Local flips to the opposite end of the spectrum, rearing back and shouting furiously, "Fuck, jesus, is this all it takes? An awkward conversation with a guy I just met and don't even like that much?" Foreigner looks over his shoulder and, scared, says, "Shush, shut it! Someone might--" Foreigner spots someone and yells, "Shit! Hide!"

Page 3 of "Local and Foreigner Talk to a Boy???". The titular boy, wearing a backpack, enters the scene through one of two adjacent doors with large windows and bars for pushing them open. Surrounding them is a square of windows creating a large, windowed frame, through which you can see a university hallway. The boby calls out, "Fern? Lucy?" He bends and looks under a table, his pants showing off his butt, muttering, "My textbook... uh, I think I forgot..." The view is framed by the support and underside of another table. The boy looks over his shoulder, right at the viewer, and says, "Uh, it, somewhere..." He sees the textbook on top of a table, below which Local and Foreigner sit, facing away from him. Foreigner is silently panicking while Local seems to have completely given up on the world.

The final page of "Local and Foreigner Talk to a Boy???". The boy, surprised, says, "Oh! Hey... L--uh..." Foreigner turns jagged and Local starts to melt. They still don't look at him. The boy thinks, "...fuck, I don't need it that badly," as he turns and walks back out the door. Foreigner has turned into a zig zag and Local is a puddle. The door shuts.

uh oh. theyre back.

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

if you stretch the definitions enough then this is just being alive

rgb keyboard × crt monitor is a VIBE

its an expected value thing... what am i risking by shaving and nothing happening (time, maybe a nick or two) vs what am i risking by not shaving and something happening (they get lost in the jungle and i have to call tarzan to find them)

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.

theyre alive... theyre floundering... and theyre in color. a familiar state

#comics do these even work

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.

actually here it is ;) #hourlycomicday

david byrne is a little breedable

if i had a big field i would set up a bunch of freestanding walls and draw comics on them and create a little path so people could take a nice walk through my comic. imagine doing a colab with a nature reserve and making a comic that goes up a mountain

aw ty fuck yeah!! i tend to agree, i honestly love inexplicable stories. tho idk, i make stuff both to express myself *and* to communicate, and those two things can be in tension... maybe its about becoming comfortable in that tension

A black and white comic panel. There is a shallow stream coming out of a drainpipe, surrounded by long grass and trash. Local has decided to "float away" in this two inch deep trickle. She lies face down in the water, hair drifting around her head, blood pouring from her wounds and slowly staining the water. She says, "This sucks." Foreigner, sitting with his back against a tree and his half head lolling limply on his shoulder, responds, "I dunno." Local admits, "Yeah."

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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.

local & foreigner commit suicide (non-canon, bc im a coward)

my ocs are back, to contemplate that most bewitching escape method... (cw suicide)

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The Houston Food Bank has multiple locations and also delivers meals, with programs aimed at children, adults, and seniors. Consider sharing this.

Houston is better positioned to provide food relief than many cities because they have leftover funding from the response to Hurricane Beryl. Also, the dems have folded and the federal government has (informally?) agreed to end the shutdown. But there's still a lot of uncertainty in my city.

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.

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.

RAD

this halloween zine/minicomic is fully done, too. im thinking ill just accept proof of donation of at least its price and have the donor dm/email me their address...

anyone have any tips for doing comms for charity as a very small creator?

i wanna donate to my food bank, so i figure ill exchange proof of donation for a comm appropriate for the size of the dono. anyone have like, ideas on tiers? or tips on how to get more eyes => more donations?

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.

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.

its bedtime on all hallows eve. keep an eye on shadows and believe little kids

#art #comics #horror

THEYRE ALL GETTING ON THE BIKE HE'LL YEAH!! these last few updates have been so peak