Angry Girl Comics

my daemon is this annoying Siamese cat who never shuts up

kind of like myself

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Ch. 22: Betrayal

one more chapter till I’m done with The Golden Compass, eek! Tried a little something different this time, with watercolors. I must’ve attempted to paint the Northern Lights at least five times before I got this result! 

“What is it?” Lyra said.

He [Iorek] didn’t say. He was listening intently, but she could hear nothing. Then she did hear something: a mysterious, vastly distant rustling and crackling. It was a sound she had heard before: the sound of the Aurora. Out of nowhere a veil of radiance had fallen to hang shimmering in the northern sky. All those unseen billions and trillions of charged particles, and possibly, she thought, of Dust, conjured a radiating glow out of the upper atmosphere.

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After a two month hiatus, I am back with a vengeance! Thanks everyone for all your patience, likes and reblogs during my lazy period!

Ch. 21: Lord Asriel’s Welcome

Lyra found Lord Asriel in a room whose wide windows overlooked the frozen sea far below. There was a coal fire under a wide chimneypiece, and a naphtha lamp turned down low, so there was little in the way of distracting reflections between the occupants of the room and the bleak starlit panorama outside. Lord Asriel, reclining in a large armchair on one side of the fire, beckoned her to come and sit in the other chair facing him.

I tried something a little different this time… it’s ink wash on bristol board. 

Also I just love Asriel because he don’t give no fucks about anything or anyone.

I’m updating my His Dark Materials illustration blog again, y’all!! 

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Ch. 19: Captivity

Sitting on the throne was the biggest bear she had ever seen. Iofur Raknison was even taller and bulkier than Iorek, and his face was much more mobile and expressive, with a kind of humanness in it which she had never seen in Iorek’s. When Iofur looked at her, she seemed to see a man looking out of his eyes, the sort of man she had met at Mrs. Coulter’s, a subtle politician used to power. He was wearing a heavy gold chain around his neck, with a gaudy jewel hanging from it, and his claws—a good six inches long—were each covered in gold leaf. The effect was one of enormous strength and energy and craft; he was quite big enough to carry the absurd overdecoration; on him it didn’t look preposterous, it looked barbaric and magnificent.

She quailed. Suddenly, her idea seemed too feeble for words.

But she moved a little closer, because she had to, and then she saw that Iofur was holding something on his knee, as a human might let a cat sit there—or a daemon.

It was a big stuffed doll, a manikin with a vacant stupid human face. It was dressed as Mrs. Coulter would dress, and it had a sort of rough resemblance to her. He was pretending he had a daemon. Then she knew she was safe.

This piece was a lot of fun to do! I haven’t painted in quite awhile. Watercolors with ink over them.

I’m pretty happy with this piece that I finished today (:

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This project kind of got put on hiatus… but I will finish it someday, I will, I will!

Chapter 17: The Witches

She was young, younger than Mrs. Coulter; and fair, with bright green eyes; and clad like all the witches in strips of black silk, but wearing no furs, no hood or mittens. She seemed to feel no cold at all. Around her brow was a simple chain of little red flowers. She sat on her cloud-pine branch as if it were a steed, and seemed to rein it in a yard from Lyra’s wandering gaze.

reblogging my HDM illustration blog, which I’m updating again!

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Ch. 16: The Silver Guillotine

“Never! Never! Never!” she cried, and backed against the wall to defend him to their death.

But they fell on her again, three big brutal men, and she was only a child, shocked and terrified; and they tore Pantalaimon away, and threw her into one side of the cage of mesh and carried him, struggling still, around to the other. There was a mesh barrier between them, but he was still part of her, they were still joined. For a second or so more, he was still her own dear soul.

Above the panting of the men, above her own sobs, above the high wild howl of her daemon, Lyra heard a humming sound, and saw one man (bleeding from the nose) operate a bank of switches. The other two looked up, and her eyes followed theirs. The great pale silver blade was rising slowly, catching the brilliant light. The last moment in her complete life was going to be the worst by far.

The guillotine itself was a bit hard to conceptualize; I had to look up the mechanisms of how real guillotines worked, and then I kind of fixed it between the cages. Not sure if I’d keep the design if I were to re-do this, but I like the solid metal better than that electric thing they had in the movie.

shamelessly reblogging my His Dark Materials drawing again! There is some serious non-fanart comic-drawing in the works. Stay tuned!

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Ch. 15: The Daemon Cages

Lyra worked quickly, and within a few minutes every daemon was free. Some were trying to speak, and they clustered around her feet and even tried to pluck at her leggings, though the taboo held them back. She could tell why, poor things; they missed the heavy, solid warmth of their humans’ bodies, just as Pantalaimon would have done, they longed to press themselves against a heartbeat. - pg 216, The Golden Compass

Kaisa was really hard to draw! I actually had to look up angry goose videos to get a good reference for how he might have reacted to the scene. The severed daemon effect I also had to really think about, but I opted for just making them kind of ghostlike. Pan is looking away out of fear.

shamelessly reblogging. Today’s update is on the HDM blog!