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Scott McCloud’s incomparable “Understanding Comics”.

I swear you can open this book to any page and it’s amazing.

(ps it’s actually a digital image of a printed copy of a drawing of a painting of a pipe)

The children of the big three are painfully beautiful.

beautiful as poisonous flowers.

One touch and you're dead.

they are though—they’re venomous creatures, poisonous flowers, forces of nature. the world itself runs through their veins. gods treat them with caution; mere humans don’t stand a chance.

Percy is a riptide. he’s the calm of ocean, moments before its rage. he’s the sun on the beach, the warmth of the sand, the calming, constant crash of the waves. he’s the smell of the salt in the air and the cold of the water against your skin. you can swim, you think, you’ll be fine. he smiles and it’s more beautiful than a sunset over the shore. and then the pull starts. in seconds, you’re farther from shore than you’ve ever been before. trying to swim back tires you out and sees you no closer than before. in fact, now you’re even farther out. the water pulls you under, still as beautiful as it was from shore, and you can’t find your way back up.

Thalia is the eye of the hurricane. the deceitful calm at the end of the storm, luring you out from your shelter. there is nothing more peaceful, more still and tranquil. the sun peeks out from the clouds that surround you from all sides. the wind and rain have died. there’s a rainbow in the sky. the storm is over—except it isn’t. one moment is all it takes, and the hurricane is back with a vengeance. the wind tears at you, rain lashes at you, thunder shakes your bones in place. you walked too far from your shelter, and you might not be able to make your way back.

Jason is hail. the rain is beautiful. it’s a breathtaking storm: impressive thunder, streaking lightning, howling wind. the house shakes around you and the lights go out. the concussive sound of the rain on the roof is soothing, until it isn’t. until it isn’t rain, and the roof isn’t whole. now, the storm is invading your home. the hail is punching its way into everything it can reach. car alarms spring to life outside; those who were watching in awe are now fleeing in terror. it only takes one hit, after all—one lucky piece of hail—to end a life.

Nico is an earthquake. the planet is ancient; the ground was old before you were here and it will be old after you go. it’s sturdy, and supportive, provides life and food and shelter. long ago, when the ground danced, when it shook itself free and sent cities tumbling to the ground, they called it the gods’ wrath. now, it’s called plate tectonics. no matter what it is, no matter why it happens, it is lethal and dangerous and uncaring of those it affects. nowhere is safe when the world turns on you, and if it decides you and your shelter should fall, you will.

Hazel is a sinkhole. the appearance of stability, of rock-solid ground and firm foundations. nothing is wrong, will ever be wrong, she’s the rock that holds everyone up. and then that rock is gone, and you’re falling, down, down, down—your home collapsing around you, your belongings claimed by the morbidly hungry earth. there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, but is it sunlight, far, far above you? or is it magma, far far below?

this has been on my mind for months. finally got around to making it.

the frames for it and gif of luffy eating super quick:

One of my favorite scenes is near the end when Gwen goes to get Peter and mayday is being a true anarchist and is ready to get crapping on the establishment

Peter B: “Don’t tell your mom”

Mayday: “oh wow ok so we’re doing this! Heck yeah let’s go” (obviously she didn’t say that but her face did)

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"My name, Pan... originally it meant rustic. Did you know that? But over time it has come to mean all.

"The spirit of the wild must pass to all of you now. Remake the wild, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world. You cannot wait for anyone else, even a god, to do that for you."

~Percy Jackson and the battle of the labyrinth

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When i reread pjo in preparation for the chalice (and the movies which i have not watched oop), this scene gave me immense goosebumps... I guess all those years of growth and realisation of how much i care about the environment just made me love this scene so much when i once again discovered it.

I absolutely love the way Rick wove this scene into a YA series which would reach so many young minds. Perhaps the message this little pocket of slow paced plot could be lost amidst all the fast paced battle and stuff (like it did when i first read pjo when i was 13), but i know that there's at least one kid out there who has been impacted by it to make a difference, to remake the wild, a little at a time, in their own corner of the world. And that's just so inspiring for me, an art amateur who seeks to make a difference.

I also screamed at that little detail when Annabeth said "this (Pan's cave) is better than any building", which speaks so much about herself as an architect and how nature can inspire even those who seek to create something man made. And Rachel's presence as a mortal, with her father being a real estate mammoth or smth... All these representations using young kids AAAAAAAAAAAA my heart can't take it-

And so i made the most ambitious ink illustration of my life so far to mark this scene I love so much — almost no references used! (Look I'm still an art baby, this is a massive feat for me heheh)