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Good morning everyone! As the title says, illustrations for March’s polls are finally out on our Patreon!
💛 For Cupcakes tier, you can find the illustration here: Peaceful evening. Here it is a small preview of what the illustration looks like…
❤️ For Brownies tier, you can find the illustration here: “I want to be a chef!”. Here it is a small preview of what the illustration looks like…
💜 For Doughnuts tier, you can find the illustration here: How to take care of your sick vixen. Here it is a small preview of what the illustration looks like…
Thank you everyone for your participation to the polls and for your support! See you soon with more surveys for April’s illustrations and comics!
My mood in the past few days has been quite similar to Jack’s one in this illustration… Life has been harsh for me, lately. I hope this period is going to pass in short time. Anyway! If you’re interested, you can read the story this drawing comes from, here: One day.
We have the weather alert, and so we have the curves alert. Which would actually scare Jack more than a typhoon, I think.
Just a little sketch to entertain ourselves, and perhaps you, too. 💜
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There was a moment in my life when I thought I would have never seen BJ’s end. This comic was a beast, in multiple senses, both positive and negative. I loved it, I hated it. It was complicated sometimes, and I won’t deny that many of you made things even more complicated… but let’s move on, because this is not a topic I’m willing to bring up again, ever.
I’m sure that BJ’s last chapter, and especially its last part, didn’t satisfied you. I’m also sure that it doens’t actually exist an ending which could satisfy every single one of you. But since this is a fancomic, and we’re both used to being despised anyway, I admit that what you actually think of this final doesn’t concern us too much. Anyway, it’s done, and I shall tell you (for the umpteenth time) that our work for the Zootopia fandom has come to an end. From now on, what we make will be just original contents – except for Jack Savage’s presence (which I consider a character of mine). It is our intention to work on the Black Jack sequel along with whatever story we imagine and decide to realize. Nobody is forced to stick with us, so be quiet and don’t make a fuss, please. You don’t like us, you avoid us. Simple and easy.
Message from@rem289: “It’s over. What could I say … two years have passed since the beginning of this comic. they were two very … intense years. Partly, I had many satisfactions, I feel I have grown, both on a technical and human level and I’m happy about it. It’s the first comic I took seriously, the longest I’ve ever done and the first one I’ve ever finished. and it’s not so bad, being a fan comic. And it’s also the last work I’ve done on Nick, Judy and Zootopia in general. There will be no other works dedicated to them made by me. This doesn’t mean that I will stop drawing, but after two years of honored service the time has come for me to devote myself to other projects, especially original ones. So if you are interested in me and what I do, you will always be welcome and it will be a pleasure to have you with me.”
🇮🇹 E adesso, lasciate che mi rivolga esclusivamente ai nostri lettori ITALIANI! Non molti sanno che io e Rem siamo italiane, soprattutto perché non abbiamo mai fatto grossi sforzi per farlo sapere al mondo. Purtroppo, e mi costa dirlo, viviamo ormai in una realtà in cui la globalizzazione è tutto, l'inglese è “l'unica lingua” al punto che quasi non vale più la pena di ricordare da dove veniamo. Però, in quest'ultimo periodo, ho cominciato a ricredermi; mi sono accorta di come è bello essere apprezzati da chi parla la tua stessa lingua. Ti fa sentire a casa, in un certo senso. Perciò grazie anche a voi, dal profondo del cuore, per tutto il supporto che ci avete dato in questi due anni e per tutto quello che eventualmente deciderete di darci in futuro. Dal canto mio posso dirvi che d'ora in poi, qualunque lavoro io e Rem faremo sarà sia in INGLESE che in ITALIANO. È una promessa che vi faccio e che mi impegno a mantenere, io personalmente (dato che la lingua è a carico mio); e mi piacerebbe molto se gli italiani che stanno leggendo questo post lasciassero un commento qua sotto, per farci sapere che ci sono e per farci sentire ancora una volta il loro “calore patriottico”, che oggi più che mai ci farebbe un gran bene, visto che si tratta del giorno in cui Black Jack, fumetto con i suoi pro ed i suoi contro, giunge infine alla sua conclusione. 🇮🇹
That being said… see you soon with Operation Dinnertime’s third part!
Please remember that this is aoimotion and rem289’s common blog, in which we’ll post all our works made together, past and future!
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it’s been like…years I don’t draw humans…but let’s say I like to draw them as much as I like animals characters. I was trying a pencil on clip studio and she was born, I don’t know where she came from or why, but she was cute so…I decided to show you her. (Wybie means “why born”, just like Coraline’s bf x’D, only because I really don’t know why she is born). If she resembles someone to you, let me know…
It rang right through his mind, sharp as a knife and equally painful, but lasted just for a moment, too brief for him to correctly process it.
The sound left an unpleasant sensation in him, one Jack could, oddly enough, perceive with more than just his hearing.
It was in his mouth, sour and unpalatable.
It was in his paws, a tingle that made his fingers twitch unconsciously.
And… it was in his eyes, a picture which refused to come into focus for at least two full seconds. “What…”, he murmured, as the shimmering feeling vibrating in his whole essence slowly poured into wary, almost unsteady words, “What are you doing here, Walker?”
Cynthia was looking at him, not making a sound nor moving a single inch of her soft, beautiful body as she stood next to the window. The distances between them felt nullified by the way her amber eyes were focusing on him, piercing through his figure like pointy darts.
He felt nullified, and only pride prevented him from beating a retreat.
That, and the fact he was in his own office. “I believe I asked you a question”, he inquired, trying to sound firmer. “I would appreciate…”.
“I don’t care what you appreciate”. She suddenly spoke, with a voice that Jack had never heard coming from her; it filled the air around them, saturated every inch of him with subtle, mute anger. “We need to talk, Savage.”
“Not now, I’m afraid. I have a plane leaving for Mosca in four hours”, was his dry reply as he moved towards the desk, every single one of his steps feeling as heavy as ever. He dared not make eye contact with her a second time – the first had caught him unprepared and been enough to give him the shivers. He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
“I’m not planning to make this conversation last for that long”. Jack felt her glare all over his body and soul as she pronounced those bitter words. “But I’m also not planning to let you get away from this.”
“I believe you’re mistaking something, Walker. There’s nothing I’m getting away from in the first place.”
“Is that so?” Cynthia asked, but it sounded like an accusation, more than an actual question. “I beg to differ, Mr. Savage.”
“Beg all you want, but it won’t change the facts”. He now was in front of his desk, trying to remember what item he was supposed to pick from the drawer.
But it was hard, because his thoughts kept squirming out of his control every time he tried to focus on something that wasn’t Cynthia Walker’s existence.
Cynthia Walker, in his office.
Cynthia Walker, armed – maybe literally – with anything but good intentions.
And he knew why, but chose to confine that awareness in the deepest recesses of his heart as Cynthia retorted sharply: “You just can’t live without that condescension of yours, right?” A hint of frustration painted that question in rhetoric, a rhetoric that scraped the hare’s ears, making something inside of him bleed. “You’ve always been like this: Haughty… full of yourself, and insensitive.”
“… Is that why you’re here, Walker?” Jack asked, as the first sliver of his heart pitifully crumbled under the blows of her verbal aggression, “To insult me?”
Illustration for the story Promise I wrote, hum… two years ago, I think? The second I wrote about Jack and Cynthia, which tells something about their first encounter. Actually… it doesn’t say anything, probably. It’s hard to tell what’s happening with no context, I’m aware of this fact. But one day, this context will be deepen and little stories like this will finally make sense.
See you tomorrow with White Sound, the story which goes along with this illustration. Hope you’ll like it!
This is a – quite powerful – illustration that I asked Rem to do for a certain story I’m currently writing (it’s not finished yet). Its name, indeed, is White Sound.
This story should partially explain what happened between Jack and Cynthia in the past that caused their relationship to freeze. Partially, because it is our intention to deepen this fact in the original comic we’re planning to make after Black Jack’s finale.
🔎 You can find the HD version of this artwork on our Patreon, here.
While waiting for the story, you can try to guess what’s happening here or simply enjoy the view of Cynthia crushing Jack’s shoulder. Your choice.
