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THE BLACK CAULDRON X THE SONG OF ACHILLES
A brash poet disguises himself as the noble he serves so he can take his place in a contest to determine the king’s bard. He soon becomes trapped by the politics of a competition that is more corrupt than it seems.
#DVpit #OG #GN #YA #F #LGBT #TV #DVArt
Art. A picture of a boy (Gwion), blond with a circlet around his head and a red tunic on his shoulders, looking up toward the yellowed sky with his eyes closed and expression contemplative. A nightingale sits on his hand. The image is framed by simple illustrations: sequences of a figure falling through fire toward a cauldron, a hand with a bow and arrow, a hand reaching through flames, various animals, and birds. Art: Page 1 of a comic sequence. Ceridwen stands in a dungeon, facing a solitary bubbling cauldron. Morfran and Gwion stand behind her. Ceridwen says “Well done. Your offering has been accepted.” She pulls Morfran forward, “Quickly now.” Ceridwen and Morfran lean over the cauldron. Morfran appears scared. Ceridwen says, “Dip your hand in.” Art: Page 2. Morfran stares over the lip of the cauldron as his mother stands over him. Morfran whispers, “Mother…” Ceridwen interrupts him: “Morfran. Do not deny your birthright.” Next panel, Ceridwen lifts Morfran’s hand. Morfran tells her to wait, but she then drags the hand down into the cauldron. Morfran screams. At the bottom of the page, Morfran is in shock as he tears his hand away from the scalding heat of the cauldron. Ceridwen stares in confusion. Art: Page 3. Morfran drops to the ground and Ceridwen follows: “It burned you,” she says, “What have you done?” Gwion stands in the background, staring. His shocked expression is in focus in the next panel. Something begins whispering into the room, voice emanating from the cauldron. “Gwion,” it says. Gwion looks up and his eyes appear vacant. The voice continues calling, “Gwion Bach.” The final panel shows the room overtaken by smoke from the cauldron, the color an eerie green. The words “Sing your poem unto us” echo through the room but only Gwion reacts.
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HANNIBAL X THE SUMMER HIKARU DIED
An antisocial crime author murders the man who killed his father, only for the body to return as something else. Not only does this risen corpse claim to love him, but it wants him to murder again.
#DVpit #OG #GN #A #H #LGBT #TV #DVArt
Art. Page one of a comic sequence. James  and Iwan sit on the ground in Iwan’s kitchen. There is a man lying on the ground next to them. James looks at Iwan and says, “Now, I think it’s about time to silence him.” Iwan tries to ask what the other man means by that, but is shocked to see James take out a knife. Iwan says, “That’s… my knife.” When James moves the weapon toward the man tied up on the ground, Iwan protests, “N-no. I didn’t like what they were doing, but that doesn’t mean they deserve to die.” James replies, “But the doctor did?” He continues, “You don’t deny it would feel good… because you know it would,” James lifts the knife to Iwan’s face, “You’re not yourself when you deny something as natural as pleasure.” James attempts to push the knife into Iwan’s hand but Iwan pushes it back saying, “I wasn’t myself for a decade.” Art. Page 2. James has forced the knife into Iwan’s hand. Iwan stares at it, frustrated and scared, “Averill was supposed to be the end,” Iwan says, “I put my own life on pause to give him what he deserved. But now, I can go back.” James, with his hand wrapped around Iwan’s and the knife’s hilt, guides Iwan’s arm up and points the blade at the throat of the man on the floor. Iwan stares defiantly and says, “Back to who I was before. I don’t need you.” They both pause with the knife poised above the terrified captive’s throat. James sighs, “Oh, Iwan…” Art. Page 3. James rests his chin on Iwan’s shoulder, their faces touching, as he says, “But I want you to.” Iwan frowns and turns his eyes away from James to the knife. Iwan’s hand holds it but, after a pause, he lets it fall. Iwan says, “No.” James stares in shock and then his expression twists into one of confusion and consternation. Iwan attempts to back away, defuse the situation, but James casually reaches for the knife on the floor. He wraps his hand around it, “I see.” Art. Page 4. James looks down and considers. He lifts the knife from the floor. Iwan asks, off-panel, “James?” James doesn’t reply as the captive man watches, growing frantic. He tries to mutter through his gag a “no” and shift away from James as the knife is placed at his throat. In one clean swoop, James slits the man’s throat and Iwan watches in shock. The blood splatters on Iwan’s face. Iwan flinches away but then James takes his hands and puts them on Iwan’s face, forcibly turning it back to the body on the floor. James commands Iwan, “Watch.”
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Thank you Joey!!! 💕
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THE BLACK CAULDRON X THE SONG OF ACHILLES
A young aspiring bard is forced to fill in for the noble he serves in a politically important competition that will decide the future of poetry in a kingdom that perceives art as a means to an end.
#DVpit #GN #YA #F #LGBT #TV #DVArt
Art: The cover art of Taliesin, a WIP graphic novel, featuring the main cast (Gwion, Ceridwen, Morfran, and Owain). Art: Page 1 of a comic sequence. Ceridwen stands in a dungeon, facing a solitary bubbling cauldron. Morfran and Gwion stand behind her. Ceridwen says “Well done. Your offering has been accepted.” She pulls Morfran forward, “Quickly now.” Ceridwen and Morfran lean over the cauldron. Morfran appears scared. Ceridwen says, “Dip your hand in.” Art: Page 2. Morfran stares over the lip of the cauldron as his mother stands over him. Morfran whispers, “Mother…” Ceridwen interrupts him: “Morfran. Do not deny your birthright.” Next panel, Ceridwen lifts Morfran’s hand. Morfran tells her to wait, but she then drags the hand down into the cauldron. Morfran screams. At the bottom of the page, Morfran is in shock as he tears his hand away from the scalding heat of the cauldron. Ceridwen stares in confusion. Art: Page 3. Morfran drops to the ground and Ceridwen follows: “It burned you,” she says, “What have you done?” Gwion stands in the background, staring. His shocked expression is in focus in the next panel. Something begins whispering into the room, voice emanating from the cauldron. “Gwion,” it says. Gwion looks up and his eyes appear vacant. The voice continues calling, “Gwion Bach.” The final panel shows the room overtaken by smoke from the cauldron, the color an eerie green. The words “Sing your poem unto us” echo through the room but only Gwion reacts.
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NBC’s HANNIBAL X THE SUMMER HIKARU DIED
Iwan is a writer who uses Welsh folklore and murder to cope with his father’s death, but when his first kill’s corpse returns to haunt him, Iwan needs to figure out how to let go of the past before it consumes him completely.
#DVpit #GN #A #H #LGBT #TV #DVArt
Art: Cover art for Those Left Buried, a WIP graphic novel. The main character, Iwan, stands in a dark forest holding a lamp over a body wrapped in sheets lying on the ground. Art. Page one of a comic sequence. James has forced the knife into Iwan’s hand. Iwan stares at it, frustrated and scared, “Averill was supposed to be the end,” Iwan says, “I put my own life on pause to give him what he deserved. But now, I can go back.” James, with his hand wrapped around Iwan’s and the knife’s hilt, guides Iwan’s arm up and points the blade at the throat of the man on the floor. Iwan stares defiantly and says, “Back to who I was before. I don’t need you.” They both pause with the knife poised above the terrified captive’s throat. James sighs, “Oh, Iwan…” Art. Page 2. James rests his chin on Iwan’s shoulder, their faces touching, as he says, “But I want you to.” Iwan frowns and turns his eyes away from James to the knife. Iwan’s hand holds it but, after a pause, he lets it fall. Iwan says, “No.” James stares in shock and then his expression twists into one of confusion and consternation. Iwan attempts to back away, defuse the situation, but James casually reaches for the knife on the floor. He wraps his hand around it, “I see.” Art. Page 3. James looks down and considers. He lifts the knife from the floor. Iwan asks, off-panel, “James?” James doesn’t reply as the captive man watches, growing frantic. He tries to mutter through his gag a “no” and shift away from James as the knife is placed at his throat. In one clean swoop, James slits the man’s throat and Iwan watches in shock. The blood splatters on Iwan’s face. Iwan flinches away but then James takes his hands and puts them on Iwan’s face, forcibly turning it back to the body on the floor. James commands Iwan, “Watch.”
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Thank you so much! I appreciate the support ✨
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Hi! I’m Len Clouser, a transmasc comic artist seeking agent representation for GN and illustration work. I have an academic background in medieval Welsh literature and gravitate toward YA and Adult fantasy and speculative works.

Portfolio: lenclouser.carrd.co
#WFH #YA #LGBT #TV #DVArt
Art: Cover art for Those Left Buried, a WIP graphic novel. The main character, Iwan, stands in a dark forest holding a lamp over a body wrapped in sheets lying on the ground. Art. Referencing the painting “The Meeting on the Stairwell”. Art. A comic page. Morfran stares over the lip of the cauldron as his mother stands over him. Morfran whispers, “Mother…” Ceridwen interrupts him: “Morfran. Do not deny your birthright.” Next panel, Ceridwen lifts Morfran’s hand. Morfran tells her to wait, but she then drags the hand down into the cauldron. Morfran screams. At the bottom of the page, Morfran is in shock as he tears his hand away from the scalding heat of the cauldron. Ceridwen stares in confusion. A vertical comic sequence. A bird flies into frame as a woman reaches her hand out for it. It lands in her hand as magic flows around her.
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Your style is adorable!!
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Ohh I love the style here. The palette is so pleasing.
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Thank you so much!!!
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I do 🙂‍↕️
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THE BLACK CAULDRON X THE SONG OF ACHILLES
A brash poet disguises himself as the noble he serves so he can take his place in a contest to determine the king’s bard. He soon becomes trapped by the politics of a competition that is more corrupt than it seems.
#DVpit #GN #YA #F #LGBT #TV #DVArt #OG
Art. A picture of a Gwion, blond with a circlet around his head and a red tunic on his shoulders, looking up toward the yellowed sky with his eyes closed and expression contemplative. A nightingale sits on his hand. The image is framed by simple illustrations: sequences of a figure falling through fire toward a cauldron, a hand with a bow and arrow, a hand reaching through flames, various animals, and birds. Art: Page 1 of a comic sequence. Ceridwen stands in a dungeon, facing a solitary bubbling cauldron. Morfran and Gwion stand behind her. Ceridwen says “Well done. Your offering has been accepted.” She pulls Morfran forward, “Quickly now.” Ceridwen and Morfran lean over the cauldron. Morfran appears scared. Ceridwen says, “Dip your hand in.” Art: Page 2. Morfran stares over the lip of the cauldron as his mother stands over him. Morfran whispers, “Mother…” Ceridwen interrupts him: “Morfran. Do not deny your birthright.” Next panel, Ceridwen lifts Morfran’s hand. Morfran tells her to wait, but she then drags the hand down into the cauldron. Morfran screams. At the bottom of the page, Morfran is in shock as he tears his hand away from the scalding heat of the cauldron. Ceridwen stares in confusion. Art: Page 3. Morfran drops to the ground and Ceridwen follows: “It burned you,” she says, “What have you done?” Gwion stands in the background, staring. His shocked expression is in focus in the next panel. Something begins whispering into the room, voice emanating from the cauldron. “Gwion,” it says. Gwion looks up and his eyes appear vacant. The voice continues calling, “Gwion Bach.” The final panel shows the room overtaken by smoke from the cauldron, the color an eerie green. The words “Sing your poem unto us” echo through the room but only Gwion reacts.
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Thank you!!!! 💕
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NBC’s HANNIBAL X THE SUMMER HIKARU DIED
A reclusive crime writer obsessed with his own father’s murder finally takes revenge, only for the corpse of the man he killed to return possessed by a creature that not only wants him to kill again, but seems to love him.
#DVpit #GN #A #H #LGBT #TV #DVArt
Art: Page 1 of a comic sequence. In the bright sitting room, Iwan climbs down the stairs, still in his pajamas. James sits in the loveseat situated in the middle of the room, reading a book. James looks up, sees Iwan, and says, “Iwan. Good morning.” Iwan, confused, replies, “You’re still here…” James stands up, facing Iwan who is now at the foot of the stairs, and says, “I wanted to continue reading. You once compared me to Blodeuedd. I wished to know her fate.” Art: Page 2. James puts his book down as Iwan stands across from him, arms crossed. Iwan says, “Well, I’m sorry then. It wasn’t a good one.” James replies, “Flowers forced into a human shape so a man could marry her… cursed to the night, twisted into an owl, all for failing to fulfill a role she never wanted.” In response, Iwan wonders, “You felt bad for her.” James closes his eyes and asks, smiling, “Didn’t you?” Before Iwan can reply, a loud bang echoes in the room, coming from the door behind them that leads into the kitchen. Iwan wonders aloud, “What was…?” but stops as more noises come from behind the door. There’s a scraping sound and the strained echoes of the words “help me” over and over again. Iwan’s face distorts as he stares in shock. He turns his eyes to James. Art: Page 3. James stares back, face smiling strangely, “Don’t be scared,” he says, “It’s for you.” Iwan turns away from James, back facing the kitchen door. “What did you do?” he asks. The sounds of a man crying out “help me” continue in the background. Iwan’s back hits the door as he stares at James in fear. Iwan looks at the door handle. He turns toward the door, considering. James drapes himself over Iwan’s shoulder, whispering, “Go ahead and open the door, Iwan. Don’t you want to see your gift?” Iwan’s hand settles on the door handle. Art: Page 4. Iwan, expression fearful, slides open the door as James watches with mild amusement. Inside the dark kitchen is a man in boxers and a t-shirt. He’s tied to a wooden chair. There had been a gag tied around his mouth, but it has since come off. The chair, and man, are not upright but lying horizontally on the ground. James says, “Ah. It seems I should have tied the rope tighter.”
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Did Not Think I Would Have To Make Sure I Didn’t Misspell LGBT
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Just realized I wrote lbgt instead of lgbt for like half of the pitch posts I pre-wrote. Alright man.
liorlen.bsky.social
Hi! I’m Len Clouser, a transmasc comic artist seeking agent representation for GN and illustration work. I have an academic background in medieval Welsh literature and gravitate toward YA and Adult fantasy and speculative works!

Portfolio: lenclouser.carrd.co
#WFH #YA #LBGT #TV #DVArt
Art. A picture of a young man, blond with a circlet around his head and a red tunic on his shoulders, looking up toward the yellowed sky with his eyes closed and expression contemplative. A nightingale sits on his hand. The image is framed by simple illustrations: sequences of a figure falling through fire toward a cauldron, a hand with a bow and arrow, a hand reaching through flames, various animals, and birds. Art. A man in fine clothing stands in the middle of an elaborate stairwell. The room is dark, with a weak light source coming from above. In the background there is a tapestry, specifically one of the Unicorn Tapestries “The Unicorn Rests in a Garden”). Art. A double page spread comic sequence. A boy, Taliesin, stands behind a tree in a forest. From one panel to the next, he passes behind the tree and jumps out, having transformed into a blond-white deer. As the deer wanders through the forest, a flowing sequence of words travels through the page, “I was in a multitude of forms before I was unfettered. / I was the radiance of stars. / I was the light of a lantern… / I am not one who does not sing. / I sang in the treetops… Alder at the head of the line, / Spiky Blackthorn… / The skilful Medlar tree. / Armed are trees… / From primroses and flowers, from the blossom of trees and shrubs / …was I made.” Art. A comic page. A man, Iwan, wakes suddenly from a dream, tearing the covers of his bed away from him as he sits up. He breathes heavily, recovering, as he sits on the edge. He stares out into the bedroom, lit by morning. Slowly, he gets up, rubbing at his eyes and retrieving his glasses. He shuffles toward the door. He pushes his eyeglasses up on his face as he mutters, “Another nightmare…” Iwan blows out a resigned breath as he closes his eyes. He opens his door and steps out into the hallway and down the stairs.
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THE BLACK CAULDRON X THE SONG OF ACHILLES
An aspiring poet and commoner disguises himself so he can compete for the position of the king’s bard, but he must decide if he’s willing to censor his art to please the court or stay true to himself and risk losing it all.
#DVpit #OG #YA #F #LBGT #TV #DVArt
Art: The cover art of Taliesin, a WIP graphic novel, featuring the main cast (Gwion, Ceridwen, Morfran, and Owain Art: Page 1 of a comic sequence. Ceridwen stands in a dungeon, facing a solitary bubbling cauldron. Morfran and Gwion stand behind her. Ceridwen says “Well done. Your offering has been accepted.” She pulls Morfran forward, “Quickly now.” Ceridwen and Morfran lean over the cauldron. Morfran appears scared. Ceridwen says, “Dip your hand in.” Art: Page 2 of a comic sequence. Morfran stares over the lip of the cauldron as his mother stands over him. Morfran whispers, “Mother…” Ceridwen interrupts him: “Morfran. Do not deny your birthright.” Next panel, Ceridwen lifts Morfran’s hand. Morfran tells her to wait, but she then drags the hand down into the cauldron. Morfran screams. At the bottom of the page, Morfran is in shock as he tears his hand away from the scalding heat of the cauldron. Ceridwen stares in confusion. Art: Page 3. Morfran drops to the ground and Ceridwen follows: “It burned you,” she says, “What have you done?” Gwion stands in the background, staring. His shocked expression is in focus in the next panel. Something begins whispering into the room, voice emanating from the cauldron. “Gwion,” it says. Gwion looks up and his eyes appear vacant. The voice continues calling, “Gwion Bach.” The final panel shows the room overtaken by smoke from the cauldron, the color an eerie green. The words “Sing your poem unto us” echo through the room but only Gwion reacts.
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HANNIBAL X THE SUMMER HIKARU DIED
A reclusive crime writer obsessed with his own father’s murder finally takes revenge, only for the corpse of the man he killed to return possessed by a creature that not only wants him to kill again, but seems to love him.
#DVpit #GN #A #H #LBGT #TV #DVArt
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Hi Arielle! I’m a graphic novelist, webcomic artist, and illustrator with a niche in YA. I’m available for work as a comic artist and I mostly work in fantasy. Here’s some samples below and, of course, more at my portfolio.

lenclouser.carrd.co
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nah, I only made it for myself. Not planning on selling them
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Hansry bunnies be upon ye
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forgot to post this here… bunnies
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late night discussions #kcd2
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henry hans and bartosch :) (VERY nsfw)