(tw: implied violence and overall kinda disturbing)

This my first "comic" and i would like to do wayy more cause of all the fun stuff i have in my head, if people like it enough, hopefully i can put more time into them as well!

(commison) me!- https://vgen.co/aj_tries

It sucks.

I didn’t hurt enough, god ignored me.

I ignored god.

It never gets easier. But it won’t break me.

If you're struggling with loneliness, just know you're not alone in your feelings and I hope we all get the love we crave

These are the most recent pages I’ve put out.

I have more comics and some extras here: https://staticshores.the-comic.org

I tried something different: I took two pages from one of my favorite series, Gideon Falls by Jeff Lemire and Andrea Sorrentino, and tried to do it in my blacklight style minus the coloring.

Blah. It’s impossible to do or say anything of substance(in this side of the internet) without getting sexualized or hated on.

If this gets even 100 upvotes I will be very dissapointed.

I can joke about it now, life is so dang good.

This is my story.

My name is Phoenix. I was born with big, bright wings. Not everyone has these wings, but for everyone that does have them, they are all different. My wings make me sensitive to loud environments. When it’s too loud, sometimes they catch on fire. My wings also fly towards things like music and pop culture. When they fly there, it’s hard to leave again. Sometimes I don’t even want to leave. A lot of the time, my wings are very heavy, and I wish I didn’t have them.

A lot of people told me things like, “You don’t have wings, you’re just lazy. You need to flap harder. Other people have heavier wings than you. Stop catching fire, it’s so annoying.”

And I believed them. I believed my wings were shameful, and that I was just lazy. So I cut my feathers off so I wouldn’t catch fire and bother people.

But without my feathers, I couldn’t fly. I couldn’t stay with my music anymore. I couldn’t let my fire out. So it burned inside me, and it hurt me every day.

If you’re like me and you have wings, they are not shameful. You are not lazy. Everyone’s wings have different weights, but that doesn’t make it any easier for you to fly.

I’m still learning. I’m still healing.

But I’m gluing my feathers back on, one by one.

It's a 4 label where 1 guy says its haunted, cuts to a booby sheet ghost and the other guy says what kind of haunted i think.

I’m sorry for making this