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Here we’ll post all the pages of our most important comics done together, expecially the Black Jack Saga. From now on, it’s here that we’ll post our future works, so make sure to follow this blog!
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Hawthorne cackled. “Of few words as usual, aren’t we? But I bet you’ve got something to say, it’s written all over your cute face.”
“You’re wrong”, Jack replied, feeling his throat suddenly constricted. “It’s just that class is about to start, and… I should get going now”. But in spite of what he had just said, the hare didn’t take a single step – and he couldn’t tell if the force which was keeping him in place was foolish courage or stark terror.
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I finally managed to write something from Jack’s POV. To be more exact, 15yo Jack Savage… I mean, Turner. Hope you’ll enjoy it.
As usual, art by @rem289! Look at him, he’s so cute colored ;___;
It was the most beautiful song Jack had ever heard in his life. Not that he had heard so many people singing, but he was positively sure that very few voices could match that beauty.
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So, one day, the woman known as Rem suggested me a certain scenario. Today, I finally brought this scenario into life. Hope you’ll like it.
(Note 1: before reading this story, you should read Promise)
(Note 2: here, Jack is about 17/18 yo and Cynthia 16/17 yo)
(Note 3: I’m trash)
“Because there’s nothing as terryifing as Jack with his black stripes painted away, wearing a sweater three times his size and smiling like he’s trying really hard, but he just can’t. Fleeing out the window was the only avaiable option.” @aoimotion
“You could never imagine what I want to do with you. Even here and now, I’m just…”
“Okay, I don’t want to talk with you anymore.” Cecilia turned her back to him and covered her ears. Then, Gregory appeared in front of her and smiled like he was the happiest mammal on heart. “Don’t look at me like that” she grumped.
“Can I at least kiss you?”
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Nothing to say here, just a little fanfiction about Gregory and his bride-to-be Cecilia. It’s settled about 20-25 years before the events narrated in Black Jack. Hope you’ll like it! As usual, credits to @rem289 for the beautiful sketch!
