Ada was born in 1815, the only legitimate child of poet/loveable whack-job Lord Byron (you know, the guy who hung out with Shelley and Keats? And wrote Don Juan and Childe Harold? And then went a bit nuts and tried to take over Greece? Yeah, that guy). Ada never met her father, since he was off being kind of nuts, and her mother was like “Ada, you are ONLY learning MATH and SCIENCE lest you become like your CRAZY FATHER by indulging in EVIL POETRY.”
But you just couldn’t hold Ada down because she did what she wanted to, you know? Ill a bunch as a child (and not like, “the illest” or whatever; like, ACTUALLY sick), Ada spent a lot of time reading (shout-out to frail, shy kids that read a lot of books) and developing her interest in the sciences. But fascinated by stories of her father, Ada wasn’t all about numbers – at 12, she decided that she wanted to fly, and used her wild imagination and scientific know-how to design a pair of mechanical wings, so basically she INVENTED Steampunk. By 18, she was having an affair with her tutor (YEAH SHE DID), but Ada’s mother covered it all up by sending her to court and marrying her off to a Baron, with whom she would have three kids but WHATEVER.
But do you think Ada let the married life slow her down HELL NAW SHE DIDN’T. She loved gambling and parties, and her chillness with dudes meant she was often followed by scandalous gossip (some things never change, amiright?). Obsessed with fairies and the “unseen worlds around us,” Ada would come to describe herself as an “Analyst (& Metaphysician),” studying “poetical science,” and publishing papers about how the brain creates thoughts and how music relates to math. Holy DAMN try to tell me that’s not kick-ass because I WON’T BELIEVE YOU.
Another illustration from my non-droid Tumblr…
Of secrets beneath the waves…
My latest illustration for Inktober. Really enjoyed everything about drawing this.
Roughly sketched in pencil before being inked with a Copic Multiliner and a Sakura Pigma Micron, in a Moleskine sketchbook.
It is time to post this again
Been thinking about Skull Kid and Majora’s Mask. The more I think about it, the more I realize what a wonderful game it really is in context of the series. It’s a game about alienation, loneliness and the importance of friendship, and in its own strange way it just may be the saddest and most personal Zelda game.
Mira, me cago en los putos muertos del que ha subido esta tira.
Dibujé estas viñetas hace DOS AÑOS y un HIJO DE LA GRAN PUTA se ha molestado en borrar mi firma, estampar la suya y hacerla circular por ahí.
Mola un montón dibujar cosas, currarte historietas y pasarte horas publicando contenido GRATIS en Internet, sin cobrar un duro y solo por la alegría de hacerlo para que venga un pedazo de anormal y te ROBE lo que estás REGALANDO. Manda cojones.
No puedo evitar que el tal “Fefu Ruiseñor” o quien coño sea haga lo que hace, pero sí puedo cagarme en su sangre.
Si queréis difundir este ROBO, adelante, me parece estupendo que mis cómics lleguen a cuanta más gente mejor… Pero hacedlo con mi comentario, que quede bien claro lo que ha pasado.
Porque son esta clase de alegrías las que hacen que, de verdad, a uno se le quiten las ganas de seguir dibujando tebeos.