Lan ⛈️
@aquapunked.bsky.social
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He/ham, Van Island. Comic artist, chicano, punk contemplative drawing lots of guns and sexual innuendo. Bipolar and miffed about it. ⚧️ Creating your new favorite comic, #TheTitan: 🦾 https://titancomic.net 🔗 https://lofrequency.net/links
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aquapunked.bsky.social
Happy #Pride Bsky!! 🏳️‍🌈

Looking for a comic about a straight, stealth, hypermasc trans man living his best post-apocalyptic life and getting the girl?

Buckle up and slather on that sunscreen because your search is finally OVER 👇👇👇

🏜️ titancomic.net

#TheTitan #comicoop #trans #TransOC #TransMan
Promo image for The Titan webcomic: Ansel Dune on the left is a large, muscular, scarred late-thirties man sporting a bright red blush as he looks at Ren, the girl on the right. She's mid-twenties and smudged with dirt and has a big, happy grin on her face, winking as she looks over at Ansel.
aquapunked.bsky.social
#DVart 😎👉👉
aquapunked.bsky.social
Hel-lo #DVart! 👋

#TheTitan is a near-future SF slowburn romance about a very extraordinary guy and a very average girl going on the worst road trip ever and finding out they get along a *lot* more than they thought they would.

Read it at titancomic.net !

#GN #A #SF #R #C #Drama #PostApo #trans
Comic page in purple and blue: Ansel leaves Zeke's as he lights a cigarette, with Ren hot on his heels. Light from the doorway spills out into the dark, no longer paved street outside. There are people loitering in the shadows and someone's getting beat up around the corner. Ren and Ansel pay no attention to any of them. Ansel: Only way a kid like you has that many creds to throw away is because they're not yours and I don't play that game. Ansel gestures dismissively at an indignant Ren behind him. Ansel: And I don't work for teenagers either. Ren: I'm twenty-four! With his back to the viewer, he disappears down the unlit street and points at his head, leaving Ren behind in the darkness outside the bar. Ansel: Your brain's not done developing yet. Same thing. If the money's real, go buy yourself a room at Rita's sweetheart, because you're not going anywhere with me. One of the men hanging around nearby picks up on their conversation and butts in from off-panel. Man: Hey cutie, you can stay at my place if you don't mind sharin' a bed, heh heh heh. Ren erupts fearlessly at him, her hands balled into fists. Ren: Piss off! A comic page in purple and blue: Ansel casually lights a cigarette as he talks. Ansel: Let me spill it out for you. I’m not going near Hope Ranch, not for any price. Ren steps in front of him and holds a fistful of credits out. Ren: I’ll give you two-thousand upfront. Take me as far as you can. She then holds the credits in front of her face with two hands and looks up at him with sad puppy-dog eyes. Ren: Please, Dune. There’s something important that I need to get there and I can’t do it alone. I-I don't know the roads, I don't have a map, and I've barely slept in three days. I need your help. Ansel scowls down at the comparatively tiny girl in front of him in silence, ominously blowing smoke out of his nose. Ansel talks, his facial expression dripping a deadpan sarcasm. Ansel: It doesn't matter what I believe. When you're a medically-enhanced, twenty-something jackass that can punch through concrete, going to war is about all you're good for. Besides, I cost the Titan Program eight million dollars to deploy. They weren't about to let me go into marketing. Ren earnestly interrupts his cynical monologue. Ren: What's marketing. Ansel gestures as he thinks, still walking. Ren silently waiting off-panel for him to figure out what he's trying to say. Ansel: So, uh, marketing was this like... Well, it's how you sold garbage that nobody... Ansel gives up and flashes a little grin at her. Ansel: Actually, you know what? It's a job that doesn't matter anymore. Thank fuck. Comic page in limited palette of blue. purple, and orange. Ansel holds his cybernetic arm out while Ren lightly touches it. Ren: This dent... this doesn't...? Ansel: There's no hookup for it. I can feel everything but pain. They make eye contact for a beat, and Ren gives him a look. Ansel suddenly embarrassed. Ansel: Thaaat sounded way more metaphorical than it needed to. Ren points at him and grins. Ren: It was a metaphor and a Freudian slip. You're batting two for two, Dune. The pair then burst into belly laughs. Ansel: Ha! Well shit, not bad for a lineback, then!
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gearpunk.bsky.social
Hey read my SciFi/Fantasy/Adventure comic it's gay and trans and cool
I'm not seeking any agent or editor cuz this is a passion project, but I would still love to see my fellows get what they need, so check out the #DVart tag, it's neat ✌🏻
gearpunk.bsky.social
Of course there's a cool promo/pitch tag going around when I'm not set up nor have the energy to do... 😩
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draculing.bsky.social
Henry is mob wife Birdie's right hand, paying off an old debt for protection from cops & the hardship of queer life in the 50s.

When Birdie’s husband returns to town, Henry must decide how much of her soul she can sell - and if she would drag her partner Nicky down with her.

#DVpit #DVart #GN #A
A stark black and white comic page. Across the top, an elegant queen in a black dress stands in a spotlight, arms extended out to her audience. 

[Birdie's nightclub, 1940.] 

She bows, diffused light and stage curtains swirling around her in a dreamlike state. 

In close up, Henry - a scruffy teenage butch with bruises on her face - watches from a window far above. Her fingers barely touch the glass, momentarily distracted from her own dangerous predicament.

"Are you nuts??" someone behind her snaps, too loud, and Henry flinches away from the view. Back to reality. The same room Henry's in, but from the opposite side. She's so small, against the enormous windows. Two men argue on the other side of the room - a larger man in a suit, and Dickie, a thin, weak-chinned guy in a tuxedo, missing his jacket. 

"Bringing this here?!" he's saying, "I don't care whose vig they made off with- this isn't how we *do* things!" His arms are spread wide in furious gesturing. 

His companion scrubs his face in his hands - "You think I don't know that?" 

He gestures wide, and his shadow is thrown huge and intimidating against the wall. "What I didn't know, right," he snaps, "was they had a *girl* runnin' their whole operation!" 

"Even if it is some kinda pervert-" 

Henry averts her eyes. Her cheek is bruised. 

"Wha- hey, how's that *my* problem?" The thin man stammers, holding his hands in front of him as if to fend the whole thing off. "I mean, look at *you*, pal, blood on your shirt- and here anybody coulda seen you!" Henry's head snaps to attention as the muscle pulls his companion aside, conspiratorial. "Look, Dickie, I don't wanna spend my whole night buryin' this kid." 

The man has a wide hand over the back of Dickie's neck. Henry's skin prickles at the memory, disgust curling in her gut. The hand squeezes. 

"I'll throw my back out again," the man is saying, distantly. "Can't we figure something out?" 

Henry stumbles forward, clutching at the front of her shirt with its broken buttons. Trying to find her voice. Speak up in her own defense. Anything. "H- hey-" 

An older woman leans against the window sill at Henry's elbow, looking down at the same stage that Henry had been just moments ago. Henry starts at the sound of her voice.

"What's your name?" The woman who addresses her is much older. Elegant, with a coiffure of long graying hair pulled to one side of her face . She watches Henry patiently, but expectantly. Like they have all the time in the world for her to answer. 

"It's... Henrietta." she manages, stumbling like a school kid over her full name. Torn between flustered and afraid. She looks away, biting it all down with her arms folding in front of her. "Just call me Henry." 

"Henry..." the woman muses. "Well, Henry. If you work for me, you'll need to work hard." She gestures down below them, to the crowd at the club's tables. "Pull your own weight and then some." 

Below, a butch woman in a waiter's white tuxedo serves drinks. Birdie continues- "This isnt a charity service."

Henry knows opportunity when she sees it. Defensively, she huffs - "I'm no moocher. I can work."

Head bent to her cigar, Birdie smiles. She heard, of course, what the men said before. A girl, running the whole operation. Right under their noses.

"I'm sure you can."
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theoplum.bsky.social
Embittered Osric has inherited a duty to protect the realm from monsters, but was born without the magic needed to perform his role. Now, after years of peace, an evil to end all evils approaches. He must rely on his devoted childhood friend, who harbors a dark secret…
#DVpit #GN #F #R #LGBT #DVart
aquapunked.bsky.social
Oh my goodness Lore 🥹
aquapunked.bsky.social
Hel-lo #DVart! 👋

#TheTitan is a near-future SF slowburn romance about a very extraordinary guy and a very average girl going on the worst road trip ever and finding out they get along a *lot* more than they thought they would.

Read it at titancomic.net !

#GN #A #SF #R #C #Drama #PostApo #trans
Comic page in purple and blue: Ansel leaves Zeke's as he lights a cigarette, with Ren hot on his heels. Light from the doorway spills out into the dark, no longer paved street outside. There are people loitering in the shadows and someone's getting beat up around the corner. Ren and Ansel pay no attention to any of them. Ansel: Only way a kid like you has that many creds to throw away is because they're not yours and I don't play that game. Ansel gestures dismissively at an indignant Ren behind him. Ansel: And I don't work for teenagers either. Ren: I'm twenty-four! With his back to the viewer, he disappears down the unlit street and points at his head, leaving Ren behind in the darkness outside the bar. Ansel: Your brain's not done developing yet. Same thing. If the money's real, go buy yourself a room at Rita's sweetheart, because you're not going anywhere with me. One of the men hanging around nearby picks up on their conversation and butts in from off-panel. Man: Hey cutie, you can stay at my place if you don't mind sharin' a bed, heh heh heh. Ren erupts fearlessly at him, her hands balled into fists. Ren: Piss off! A comic page in purple and blue: Ansel casually lights a cigarette as he talks. Ansel: Let me spill it out for you. I’m not going near Hope Ranch, not for any price. Ren steps in front of him and holds a fistful of credits out. Ren: I’ll give you two-thousand upfront. Take me as far as you can. She then holds the credits in front of her face with two hands and looks up at him with sad puppy-dog eyes. Ren: Please, Dune. There’s something important that I need to get there and I can’t do it alone. I-I don't know the roads, I don't have a map, and I've barely slept in three days. I need your help. Ansel scowls down at the comparatively tiny girl in front of him in silence, ominously blowing smoke out of his nose. Ansel talks, his facial expression dripping a deadpan sarcasm. Ansel: It doesn't matter what I believe. When you're a medically-enhanced, twenty-something jackass that can punch through concrete, going to war is about all you're good for. Besides, I cost the Titan Program eight million dollars to deploy. They weren't about to let me go into marketing. Ren earnestly interrupts his cynical monologue. Ren: What's marketing. Ansel gestures as he thinks, still walking. Ren silently waiting off-panel for him to figure out what he's trying to say. Ansel: So, uh, marketing was this like... Well, it's how you sold garbage that nobody... Ansel gives up and flashes a little grin at her. Ansel: Actually, you know what? It's a job that doesn't matter anymore. Thank fuck. Comic page in limited palette of blue. purple, and orange. Ansel holds his cybernetic arm out while Ren lightly touches it. Ren: This dent... this doesn't...? Ansel: There's no hookup for it. I can feel everything but pain. They make eye contact for a beat, and Ren gives him a look. Ansel suddenly embarrassed. Ansel: Thaaat sounded way more metaphorical than it needed to. Ren points at him and grins. Ren: It was a metaphor and a Freudian slip. You're batting two for two, Dune. The pair then burst into belly laughs. Ansel: Ha! Well shit, not bad for a lineback, then!
Reposted by Lan ⛈️
nerdigrey.bsky.social
Howdy, #DVArt ! I'm Grey, a queer weirdo artist who loves bringing rad stories to life on the page, but especially stories that lean on the spooky side. You can find my portfolio here: nerdigrey.carrd.co
#WFH #LGBT
A comic page showcasing two characters, Betty Blackheart and Luna Wilder. Betty and Luna are running from an unknown foe. Luna gets grabbed by a robot. Betty grabs the robots neck, then rips it's head off. Luna points at the broken elevator as Betty looks off screen. Final panel, a shot of a man and several more robots standing at the end of a hallway, with Betty and Luna cornered. comic cover Illustration for Fray in the Veil issue two. Close up shot of a pair of glasses. Two figures stand in the reflection of the glasses, Betty Blackheart and Luna Wilder. In front of the glasses are wires, various mechanical and electrical parts, and a bullet. It is a bright and colorful cover. A comic page where two characters talk off screen while showing different city environments.

"...Why'd you take me in all those years back?"

"Why not?"

"Jitter bug, you an' I both know how dangerous blind trust is. Especially in this city."

"It was a long time ago, Betty. I was new to the game."

"...You ever think back to it? Think about if things had gone... differently?"

"I'm an old man now. There are a million things I'd do differently.
...Trusting you isn't one of them." first page shows glimpses of various RP characters. 
"They have been called many things and have been known by many names. Heroes, villains... Angels, demons... Our final bastion, our devastation incarnate... even gods. Yes, they go by many names, most of which I'm certain you've heard. But, for now, we'll call them..."
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aquapunked.bsky.social
UPDATE DAY 🏜️

#TheTitan is a post-apoc dramedy romance between a guy who could walk another 100 miles and a girl who's basically ded.

#romance #SpecFic #SFF #TransHet #webcomic #comics #comicoop

🦾 Today's update: titancomic.net
🦾 The beginning: titancomic.net/comic/v1c1
🦾 Patreon: patreon.com/lo
Promo image taken from the comic. Ren and Ansel sitting in the shade of a date plantation, playing cards behind a very large "keep out" sign that has an image of a hand holding a gun. The "t" in "out" has been turned into a crucifix.
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ahistoryinart.bsky.social
'Berlin at Night.' (c1860) Described by Degas as the ‘greatest living master’ during his lifetime, Adolph von Menzel is less remembered today outside of Germany than the French painter who admired him; his career deserves far greater appreciation and study than it receives.
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chawcomic.bsky.social
💘🛸CHAW COMIC UPDATE!!💘🛸

✨CH.3 Pg.1-4 out now!
www.chawcomic.com/archive/2744...

www.chawcomic.com
linktr.ee/cassartsalot

#oc #ocsky #comic #comicart #indiecomic #webcomic #fantasy #romance #scifi #alien #chawcomic #comicsky
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aquapunked.bsky.social
Actually naw it would probably take me longer than 24 hrs to figure out how to be that size and I would be constantly hitting my head on stuff or breaking things

I'd give it back to him like "sorry dude, you're super concussed now, thxbai!!"

Bad news all around, 0/10
aquapunked.bsky.social
If I could transport myself into Ansel's body without having to also remember all of the horrible shit he's been through, but then also do it for the couple of months he takes off work every summer so that I don't have to shoot anybody's kneecaps, that would be fun maybe

possibly

😬
dailyocs.bsky.social
If you could turn into your OC for 24 hours and could live their life for one day - which one of your OCs would you want to be and why?

#dailyocs
aquapunked.bsky.social
I love love love drawing this part of the world, it scratches the homesick itch that will never go away.

Also I cannot for the life of me draw forests in any way that I'm ever satisfied with so everything I write is going to be set in the desert forever 😂
aquapunked.bsky.social
Havarti cheese grease is good for the skin, right?
aquapunked.bsky.social
UPDATE DAY 🏜️

#TheTitan is a post-apoc dramedy romance between a guy who could walk another 100 miles and a girl who's basically ded.

#romance #SpecFic #SFF #TransHet #webcomic #comics #comicoop

🦾 Today's update: titancomic.net
🦾 The beginning: titancomic.net/comic/v1c1
🦾 Patreon: patreon.com/lo
Promo image taken from the comic. Ren and Ansel sitting in the shade of a date plantation, playing cards behind a very large "keep out" sign that has an image of a hand holding a gun. The "t" in "out" has been turned into a crucifix.
Reposted by Lan ⛈️
mrtylercrook.bsky.social
Comic books are (and this isn’t hyperbole) the greatest story telling medium that has ever existed. The combination of text and images rendered with a human hand is the most direct path from one mind to another. All other medium pale in comparison.
liammcguire.bsky.social
Anyone have a particularly hot comic take?
aquapunked.bsky.social
brb rewriting Coin-Operated Boy into Hard Operator Boy
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aquapunked.bsky.social
A trans guy top to cleanse your timeline

#TheTitan
Ansel Dune getting hot n' heavy with Ren, who's on the ground underneath him.
aquapunked.bsky.social
A little SFW taste of some of the #Kinktober stuff I'm making for #TheTitan 👀

Feast your eyes on all art, prose shorts, and comics I'm doing this month via patreon.com/lo
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doctorwaffle.substack.com
In honor of National Poetry Day, the greatest parody rewrite of all time:
Screen cap of parodic version of William Blake's "The Tyger" that begins:
Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright
(Not sure if I spelled that right) 
What immortal hand or eye
Could fashion such a stripy guy? 
What the hammer that hath hewn it 
Into such a chonky unit?
Did who made the lamb make thee, 
Or an external franchisee?
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davidlambertart.bsky.social
Happy Birthday to the great Buster Keaton, born Joseph Frank Keaton 130 years ago today
aquapunked.bsky.social
bro knows I'm a metalhead and barely speak or understand spanish but we ball, I guess
aquapunked.bsky.social
oh no my Venezuelan neighbor wants to drag me to the Latin night at the one club in town and be my wingman

...

yeah ok fuck it, yolo