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Welcome to the Comic-Makers-Club!


Our group focuses on comics! Making them and reading them. This means NO AI CREATIONS. We are dedicated to supporting and assisting comic makers, as well as provide comic readers with plenty of new comics coming in daily.

~*This is *NOT* a fandom group. It isn't a place to post artwork of comic book characters. It is for posting your own completed comic pages.*~

~*This group is for artists only. Meaning we do not allow plagiarism software (AI apps). AI generated pieces are not allowed here, regardless if it was used to create the writing or the art. This was decided based on a lot of research into it and a vast number of artists' opinions being agreed with. We DO allow anthro-artists, so long as a human has drawn the art*~


:bulletred:I. :pointr: You may submit only once a day.

:bulletgreen:II. :pointr: We do not accept Work In Progress pieces. We also do not allow sketch comics. Your submission must be a completed page, or strip that is easy to read and needs no further edits.

:bulletblue:III. :pointr: This is a comic club, we only accept comics, and the occasional original comic character bio (in full color and only in the Character Bio section). We do not accept illustration artwork of comic book characters; we really prefer full comic pages or comic covers. That being said, we do allow you to post advertisements (that are print ready pieces you would hang in a display window) in the Promotion folder, and pictures of your table and such from conventions in the Conventions folder.

:bulletpurple:IV. :pointr: Do not harass other members! Be supportive, this is a safe environment. Constructive criticism only, and only when requested. Harassment includes: Slandering anyone, not respecting the "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all" rule, posting hate art, spamming, generally being a jerk.

:bulletred:V. :pointr: Absolutely NO AI generated creations.

We also have a Job Posting board, for if you are looking for partners in creating a comic, and a commission page for if you are offering commissions, or seeking someone to commission.

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We aren't for people who simply love comics and do fanart and illustrations from Marvel or DC... We are for small companies, publishers, groups, and individuals who want to get their comics out there. We want to help those who have an idea for a comic, but lack the ability to draw, as well as those who can draw but need help with an idea. We want to help set up websites and edit comics for members, help them be seen at conventions and host contests to keep people inspired!

If you have any comments, questions, or concerns, feel free to contact RavynCrescent via Note.

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This is a club for either comic-strip makers or appreciators. all types of comics are accepted including: manga, graphic novel, fan comics, serious or humorous. We aim to assist those who are serious about their comics, we hope to help your dreams come true.
Founded 14 Years ago
Dec 7, 2009


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New Comic Book No.8 by rooper20

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Thirsty by TLW216
Darklings - Issue 9, Page 44 by RavynSoul
{Booty Call: Issac x Asmodeus } by NightFoxThe2nd
Animations + Literature
The Limits of AI in ArtDisclaimer #1: These are the limits of AI as I see them now; emerging tech is always full of surprises. #2 The two comics by the amazing Physician-cartoonist Jenner, aka Doc Rat, are presented here with his permission. He would like to remind you that one of the best ways to support a talented artist is to purchase their insightful-yet-hilarious books; for example here: Latest eBooks are now out: 19 and 20 – Doc Rat – A daily comic strip by JennerOne of the new issues presented by AI art is that it's starting to look really good. An artist who has poured their hopes and time into developing a livelihood from art can rightfully feel threatened. Is there a limit to AI created work, some point in which the human brain will always have an edge? I use a human-created comic (Doc Rat) to offer two possible limits for your consideration:1) An underlying purpose: Some human will always have provide a purpose to the art piece:,Heart to heart communication important to people. AI can certainly imitate "soul" like pornography imitates admiration-of-form; the fact that it has to do so is a confession that human-human communication in art continues to make a place for human created art.2) Making connections between discrepant facts and observations:,Hehe! Frame 3 is a pretty accurate summation of how most human brains work. We spend half our time making brilliant insights, the other half of the time we listen to our fellow humans while thinking, "How the heck could you think/believe something as crazy as that??" And yet that is exactly what great art (particularly comics) does: it slips past our logic-barriers speaks to deep, somewhat illogical values that we hold dear. I don't think AI will be able to consistently do that without human guidance. And reviewing and find tuning AI efforts really is putting AI into its true role: a tool in the hand of an artist.
Death Penalty by rainbowskunk7
New Year's with Mr. Winters - Chapter OneCHAPTER ONEDECEMBER 30th, 2008She heard waves brushing onto a beach. The whooshing back-and-forth rhythm of the water calmed her; it excited her.Sappho Höst loved the ocean. Sappho Höst loved the ocean. She was barely past 25, but she knew that much.She loved the ocean so much that if she had to make a choice between sweet tea and the Florida coast, she'd choose the beaches of Saint Augustine. Her eyes gazed into an endless blue horizon. She sighed. The full moon glowed; the waves below the night sky glittered like lights on a Christmas tree, reminding her of the one still in their living room.Sappho smiled. She took small, slow careful steps as she walked just out of reach of the foamy brush of tide, leaving tiny foot prints that were quickly washed away. Despite being an earth witch with a natural knack for growing things out of dirt, it was water and sand that drew her now.I wonder if the Gaian Witch Guild can help me learn water magic, she mused, thinking how useful it would be to be able to conjure up water whenever she needed to for her garden and plants. And she could fill George’s water bowl too! The leader of the guild, The Oldest, probably wouldn’t go for it though. Well she don’t gotta know! And what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her! Sappho huffed.She dipped her toes into the water and smiled as she felt the rush of cool water wash over her anxious feet, causing her to shiver. It was a quick jolt that quickly drifted into serenity around her ankles. The Oldest can just kiss my bare… the water around her feet became cloudy as her toes wiggled in the murky sand.Sappho was at peace with the universe. She was in Nirvana. She wanted this moment to go on for a long while- she was drifting away into bliss.But, the wind suddenly changed. It blew harder, and harder. The soft quiet tranquil sounds of the ocean became blarefully loud; it was like the groans of an old dog taking his last breaths.*poof*The ocean and beach vanished. Her eyes shot open. She blinked and looked around- instead of a vast dark ocean, she saw the dark interior of her bedroom. Her eyes drifted to the falling snowflakes that landed on the window sill outside before promptly melting.What a nice dream, she thought; she wished she could have stayed at the beach longer.It was the middle of the night- the flurries outside glowed like fireflies as they fell to the ground. Disappointed, Sappho sighed again as she lightly kicked the blanket tangled around her feet. She was wrapped in a soft comforter blanket and felt snug, like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Only her face showed, illuminated by the light glow of the white pillow it rested on.The bedroom was neat, clean, and organized- save for some scraps of torn wrapping paper on the floor next to the desk in front of the window. I need to clean that, she noted, squinting at the small mess in the dark.She returned her gaze to the snow outside. She was hypnotized by the shadows cast on the bedroom walls by the snowflakes outside, their descent seeming like a slow dance in the winter wonderland that was her bedroom.Well, her bedroom would have seemed like a winter wonderland... if not for the obnoxious bellowing of a large bear of a man sleeping and snoring beside her. The familiar feeling of the mattress sinking under a man's large frame drew her in softly like an inescapable black hole.Mr. Winters, Sappho thought, snorting softly at the name she used to address Matt with when she worked for him. She tried not to giggle as she rolled her head over on her pillow to gaze at the man sleeping next to her. Matt's hairy right leg, chest and arms were out in the bare air, the shared blanket wrapped around his waist like a sash, barely covering what would make most church going Christian women blush. Whereas only Sappho's head showed from her cocoon, his body showed just about everything.He was practically naked! She blushed- the thought that she should move the blanket to better cover him crossed her mind.Well, he's got boxers on. That's better than nothing, she thought.She studied him. This man formerly and still sort of known as Mr. Winters was not just any man to her.He was her knight in shining armor sans armor, and her heart fluttered as she looked at his strong handsome face in awe and wonder.He needs to shave, she noted. She thought of shaving him herself in the morning.During the day, Sappho didn't show deference to anyone. She was a powerful witch with her own office who hexed sexist men while wearing suits by Hugo Boss. She was an assertive liberal feminist who smoked ganja just to blow it in a cop's face.During the day, Sappho was powerful. She was strong; she was like a warrioress out on the prowl and-Suddenly, Matt's serene face twisted. He moved to shove his fist down the back of his briefs, and aggressively scratched an itch that was biting his ass.To this debauchery, Sappho just rolled her eyes and shook her head. She then went back to her thoughts. What was she thinking? Oh yeah-During the day, Sappho kicked ass, jumped over cars, lassoed misogynists, and told Republican men to kiss her pink pussy hat. She did everything she could to ensure her son became President of the United States as foretold by the witch council. When the sun was up, her entire being was laser focused on either herself or her sons. She'd gladly beat up any douchebag gods who tried to mess with her goddess self.But at night— this nightshe didn't want to kick ass or beat up a god; she wanted to worship one. At least, she liked to think of this man sleeping next to her that way. Right now to her— Matt was mightier and braver than any god of war. He certainly wouldn't mind her viewing him this way, she felt.He would love it, if he knew.Sappho wondered, does he know?She thought it would be strange at this point in their relationship for him to not know how she felt; how, after a lifetime of rejecting the Christian God, he was the only god she wanted to worship right now.If he doesn't already know, maybe he needs to find out.Her hand carefully moved to take hold of his arm, and gently shake it before quickly withdrawing back under her cover. She waited.Matt made no movement.She shook his arm again, a little less gently this time; and waited.Matt coughed and snorted--his eyes stayed shut. He suddenly moved to scratch his ass again, a dumb drooling smile forming on his face as he found the right spot.Sappho's mouth twitched; her gentle grasp on his arm became a firm grip.Damnit! He can be a real Al Bundy sometimes, she shook him really hard now.Her rough shaking finally succeeded. Matt jerked himself awake, his snoring shutting off like a hose clamp. He shook his head, blinked his eyes open and displayed a lion's set of teeth as he yawned hugely. His eyes fluttered as he blinked stupidly at the petite woman next to him.What does she want now? I'm pretty sure I put the dirty dishes away last night... his thoughts were churning; he was preparing to defend himself against unjust accusations.Matt covered his mouth as he yawned again and his face settled dumbly into Sappho's eyes- her coy blue eyes gazed lovingly back at his half-lidded stare, and she smiled. The hand that shook him was now softly rubbing him; she then winked at him. He felt dumb for a few seconds, not understanding; then his dumb eyes widened into knowing radiance.She was in the mood.That mood.The mood that he loved more than any other mood in the universe of moods.Matt's mouth widened into a grateful grin, and he moved to take hold of her. Sappho nearly squealed with joy- nothing made her happier than when he understood her, when he got her. She rocked forth to plant a soft kiss on his lips before rocking back onto her bottom.He probably doesn't know how I really feel though, she thought in adoration as he reached his huge arm forward to place his hand behind her. As he pulled her close, his free arm reached behind to grab for his eyeglasses from the nightstand.Too much trouble to dig out those stupid contacts, he thought, his hand finally finding and gripping the frame.And she said she likes the glasses better anyway, he inwardly chuckled, swiftly placing the glasses over his eyes, like how a superhero placed a mask on. He now felt prepared- he wrapped both of his large arms around the small frame of his wife. Sappho felt engulfed yet shielded by this man she loved so much.What was about to happen was a rare moment for them both. Only after the kids were in bed (and sleeping) could Matt be with his wifehis bunny— the way parents often long for. Intimate moments like this were always put off for another time or another day because, well- just because, because, and always because!The because that happened yesterday was movie night with the boys. Matt inwardly groaned at the memory.If I have to watch that cartoon about the thief and the blue genie again, I'm going to throw myself off a bridge, he thought in agitation.No, he rather do this with his wife than ever watch a cartoon ever again. It was hard for him to do anything like this when Sappho was busy worrying about the boys, which was all the damn time.When the boys were around, he had to be careful. When the boys were around, he had to be discreet. When the boys were around, Matt had to watch what he said, watch what he did, and sometimes even watch how he felt.When the boys were around, he had to treat their mother like a saint, and pat her on the back like she was his platonic pal.I'd rather pat her somewhere else, he thought coyly.The boys were sleeping now, though; Matt had his bunny to himself in the way he secretly always wanted but never dared admit out loud where anyone could hear. But right now, he didn't have to share her with the boys nor treat her like his pal; right now, he could treat her the way he wanted... like a lover. For at that moment, Sappho's mind was not focused on the boys or trying to take down the patriarchy, but was instead centered on him, her man.Mr. Winters, she thought as she brushed away the covers separating them. His hold on her tightened and they both moved to get into better positions. Matt started kissing her face and neck softly. They held each other and struggled, slowly getting into a rhythm that was familiar and felt good. The snowflakes outside were still falling- they continued. The bedroom was no longer quiet or still; beautiful yet furious sounds of their struggle disturbed the old silence in a lovely way.Suddenly, a thought crosses Sappho's mind— she pulls away from Matt. He gives her a confused look, his lost eyes blurred behind his fog covered spectacles, but he didn't get an immediate answer. Her nervousness over her thought delayed her- for this new thought she was having was no ordinary thought. It was a wild thought; a wicked thought; a wild, wicked, wanton thought. She blushed, then smiled shyly up at him.Wiping the fog from his glasses, Matt stared back at her and returned her smile with his own clueless grin; his glasses mirrored her adoring eyes. Then she moved, and the way she moved was unfamiliar- it was new to him. As she moved, Matt's eyes slowly grew wide with realization- he felt both excited and unprepared.The reality of what was going on— what she was doing— became clear to him. He strained himself not to shout with joy; waking the boys was the last thing he wanted to happen right at that moment.She finally looked into his eyes as if to ask him for permission for what she was doing, and maybe ask him for forgiveness, too.There's nothing to forgive! Is this really happening? F**k those guys who told me marrying a liberal feminist witch was a bad idea! God I love you so much, bunny... Matt thought as his heart fluttered. Is she really...? He brushed her chocolate brown bangs from her eyes, a pair of ocean blues that looked back at him as if he were some kind of God. But she said she would never, he thought.He was afraid of getting his hopes up; this could have been a cruel, teasing dream that he would soon wake up from. Well, if it was a dream, then he wanted to sleep forever. He would have welcomed being knocked unconscious if it meant he could stay in this moment forever.Whatever this was— reality or dream— Matt was really stupidly happy right now. They were now doing what Sappho declared she’d never do. Yet, here they were, doing that. As his glasses became foggy again, he tried to recall her exact words."If you ask me to do that- even once- that's it! You'll get no more babies out of me and no more sex, for all of eternity!""For all eternity?" he had asked, just to confirm."Yes! Don't ask, ever. Never. ever. N.O. NO!" she had quipped, her cheeks rouge like the red watercolor paint she was using at the time to paint a cartoon of Donald Trump (as a red-haired goofy-looking obese clown with a big red nose)."Alright," he’d replied, his heart filled with disappointed sadness despite the funny picture in front of him.But now must be different, he thought, his breath quickening. As their struggle became more hurried and frantic, so did Matt's inner struggle.Why is she doing this now?Is she drunk?Stoned? Was it that Platinum Kush again?No- she's not drunk or high.. . .Ohdamnit, who cares! Matt decided he’d just accept and enjoy the unexpected yet very awesome turn of events.Sappho meanwhile thought she would lose herself within him, be found, lose herself again, then be reborn a liberated woman. She rediscovered her love for him on a deeper level that night. They found ecstasy together, held on for dear life, reached the heavens then-It was over. The whooshing waves of wind outside stopped. The snowflakes had stopped; the bedroom became quiet and still, like the rest of the world. Exhausted, Sappho reached for and pulled the comforter back up to her chest and rolled to her side, leaving her back bare to him.That almost makes up for him voting for George W. Bush, she thought (though she still intended on raising his sons as Democrats).Pulling her close to him, his heaving hairy chest left damp imprints on her back like the forgotten soft wet kisses of a long lost beau. She turned to look at him with liberated adoration. They fell asleep, returning to dreams as snowflakes resumed falling outside, soundless without roaring winds.
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