graveshiftcomic:

"I never know how I find myself in these situations. Maybe I’m just lucky like that…”
       - Shirley Harper
I didn’t move. I don’t even know if I could’ve moved. 
 There on the small pile of stones I had found myself stuck on, I could do little more than shiver in the shadow that had fallen over me.
There was a rustle, and I could feel a presence coming closer. Even so, I flinched terribly as I felt the touch of worn leather on the back of my head. Though I now know the touch was intended to be gentle, just the sheer size of the hand caused the small action to send me pitching forward onto my face.
The noise I heard from the owner of the hand assured me that this roughness was in no way their intention. I sat myself up slowly, for my head span slightly from the unintended blow. After I had managed to reposition myself, the leather clad finger came back down on me. I hunched my shoulders, bracing for another impact. But it never came.
Instead the fingertip brushed lightly over my head, gently ruffling my hair. Again I found I couldn’t move. I managed to look upwards, but the huge figures face was too far away for me to see clearly.
The hand moved away from me and I curled up tighter, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and exposed. With my face to my knees I didn’t notice as the figure reached for me. I only noticed when I felt a sudden tug at the back of my coat. 
I wrapped my arms around myself to keep from slipping out of the fabric as I was hoisted skyward. The speed of my assent making my head reel. When I was able to focus I found myself eye to eye with a giant of a man. His dark brown eyes boring into mine. He frowned slightly at me and my joints stiffened. A fear that at any minute the grip on my coat would be released and I would be sent plummeting to be dashed on the stony ground that was currently much further away than I would’ve liked.
A voice snapped me out of my fear-induced torpor.  I was now cupped in the huge, gloved hands, and I found myself a bit more at ease now there was something relatively solid between me and the ground. Though I was still tentative about this man intentions.
I must say I was looking forward to being my own 6’7” self again.
***
This sequence takes place before the actual comic.
It’s one of the odd little stories that Harper tells Joe part of and never gets round to finishing.
graveshiftcomic:

"I never know how I find myself in these situations. Maybe I’m just lucky like that…”
       - Shirley Harper
I didn’t move. I don’t even know if I could’ve moved. 
 There on the small pile of stones I had found myself stuck on, I could do little more than shiver in the shadow that had fallen over me.
There was a rustle, and I could feel a presence coming closer. Even so, I flinched terribly as I felt the touch of worn leather on the back of my head. Though I now know the touch was intended to be gentle, just the sheer size of the hand caused the small action to send me pitching forward onto my face.
The noise I heard from the owner of the hand assured me that this roughness was in no way their intention. I sat myself up slowly, for my head span slightly from the unintended blow. After I had managed to reposition myself, the leather clad finger came back down on me. I hunched my shoulders, bracing for another impact. But it never came.
Instead the fingertip brushed lightly over my head, gently ruffling my hair. Again I found I couldn’t move. I managed to look upwards, but the huge figures face was too far away for me to see clearly.
The hand moved away from me and I curled up tighter, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and exposed. With my face to my knees I didn’t notice as the figure reached for me. I only noticed when I felt a sudden tug at the back of my coat. 
I wrapped my arms around myself to keep from slipping out of the fabric as I was hoisted skyward. The speed of my assent making my head reel. When I was able to focus I found myself eye to eye with a giant of a man. His dark brown eyes boring into mine. He frowned slightly at me and my joints stiffened. A fear that at any minute the grip on my coat would be released and I would be sent plummeting to be dashed on the stony ground that was currently much further away than I would’ve liked.
A voice snapped me out of my fear-induced torpor.  I was now cupped in the huge, gloved hands, and I found myself a bit more at ease now there was something relatively solid between me and the ground. Though I was still tentative about this man intentions.
I must say I was looking forward to being my own 6’7” self again.
***
This sequence takes place before the actual comic.
It’s one of the odd little stories that Harper tells Joe part of and never gets round to finishing.

graveshiftcomic:

"I never know how I find myself in these situations.
Maybe I’m just lucky like that…”

       - Shirley Harper

I didn’t move. I don’t even know if I could’ve moved. 

There on the small pile of stones I had found myself stuck on, I could do little more than shiver in the shadow that had fallen over me.

There was a rustle, and I could feel a presence coming closer. Even so, I flinched terribly as I felt the touch of worn leather on the back of my head. Though I now know the touch was intended to be gentle, just the sheer size of the hand caused the small action to send me pitching forward onto my face.

The noise I heard from the owner of the hand assured me that this roughness was in no way their intention.
I sat myself up slowly, for my head span slightly from the unintended blow. After I had managed to reposition myself, the leather clad finger came back down on me. I hunched my shoulders, bracing for another impact. But it never came.

Instead the fingertip brushed lightly over my head, gently ruffling my hair. Again I found I couldn’t move. I managed to look upwards, but the huge figures face was too far away for me to see clearly.

The hand moved away from me and I curled up tighter, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and exposed. With my face to my knees I didn’t notice as the figure reached for me. I only noticed when I felt a sudden tug at the back of my coat.

I wrapped my arms around myself to keep from slipping out of the fabric as I was hoisted skyward. The speed of my assent making my head reel. When I was able to focus I found myself eye to eye with a giant of a man. His dark brown eyes boring into mine. He frowned slightly at me and my joints stiffened. A fear that at any minute the grip on my coat would be released and I would be sent plummeting to be dashed on the stony ground that was currently much further away than I would’ve liked.

A voice snapped me out of my fear-induced torpor.
I was now cupped in the huge, gloved hands, and I found myself a bit more at ease now there was something relatively solid between me and the ground. Though I was still tentative about this man intentions.

I must say I was looking forward to being my own 6’7” self again.

***

This sequence takes place before the actual comic.

It’s one of the odd little stories that Harper tells Joe part of and never gets round to finishing.

graveshiftcomic:

Playing with ideas for Harper’s head-gear.

I can’t decide between the ones in the bottom corners.

GRAVE SHIFT

Official ‘GRAVE SHIFT’ comic blog is now up and running!

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Please feel free to ask questions of me or the characters.

Hope to see you there!

Coloured the Phaze-dragon!

*RAWR*

biblichor:

marlynnofmany:

headworld:

'The Runner'

This thing has been with me since my childhood.
I guess it’s I’m so used to it now, I forget other can’t see it.

It used to take the form of a big cat, like a Jaguar or panther, but recently it started taking this form.

It’s probably just my change in circumstance that caused my subconscious to change the Runner’s shape.  

(It’s actually a really deep black, but this shows it off better)

….It’s super fluffy now.

By any chance does “Runner” mean “invisible friend who runs alongside the car on road trips”? 

I just learned this is more common than I thought — I’m starting to suspect that most creative souls end up with such a friend, in one way or another. 

(I’m usually accompanied by a shapeshifting, alternate-world version of myself, or the main character from whatever story I’m working on at the time.) 

Either way, your Runner looks really cool!  I’ll bet that tail does some great swishing as it runs.  :)

Dude, you have something that runs alongside your car??? I have been doing that forever.

…now I’m wondering if I’ll be seeing my characters outside of the airplane tomorrow…

Yeah! This thing is my incarnation of ‘the running man’ phenomenon.

It used to just be road-trips, but now I see it everywhere. 

'The Runner'

This thing has been with me since my childhood.
I guess it’s I’m so used to it now, I forget other can’t see it.

It used to take the form of a big cat, like a Jaguar or panther, but recently it started taking this form.

It’s probably just my change in circumstance that caused my subconscious to change the Runner’s shape.  

(It’s actually a really deep black, but this shows it off better)

….It’s super fluffy now.

Sassy little robot

I’ll explain her later, but for now here she is.

Phaze Dump

Some Phaze-dragon scribbles form the weekend.

Gonna colour the main pic and post that later.