artwork: If we shadows have offended...

It's Puck! (shedding his glamor)

"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have slumbered here
While these visions did appear."
-Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

Technical Difficulties: posting delay

Queenie wants to use the "intermission" for fun. Kingywingy doesn't look amused.

Due to unexpected technical difficulties, the comic will be slightly delayed . This is just a road bump though. In the meantime, I'll entertain you with some other content. Estimated Sept. 15, "Puckadoodle" will resume. Pg 13 thru 16 to go!

Check out what's up so far.
Profane Comics: "Puckadoodle Dandy!"
Past Pages: Page 1, Page 2, Page 3, Page 4, Page 5, Page 6, Page 7, Page 8, Page 9, Page 10, Page 11, Page 12
 Or hop over to the INDEX for Profane Tales/Comics.

Daily Doodles: Fairy Queen "Pin-Up" (NSFW)

Whilst practicing new shading techniques, the Queen insists.

Profane Comics: inside art lab (Character Face Studies)

Captain Gugu and the other Sprites

Fairy King

Puck!

The Fairy Queen

The Fairy Princess, Rue!

 

 

 

 

Some face studies!
Next multi-page comic on its way! Enjoy some sprites, Fairy Royals and Puck!

artwork: "What is the fascination that makes her so adorable and so terrible?" (The Queen)

The Fairy Queen (aka "Green Fairy"). Click to ENLARGE.

 

 

 

"Ah! the Green Goddess! What is the fascination that makes her so adorable and so terrible?”—Aleister Crowley

Profane Comics: Dramatic Asides #1. Princess Things

Profane Comics-  Dramatic Asides

In which we learn about Amy's ability to talk to animals.

Now compare and contrast to Dr. Doolittle and turn in the 3-page essay to me by Friday.

What will the next dramatic aside be?

artwork: "Am I not your Lord and Master?" (King)

 

His Majesty, King of the Fairlands!

Updates!

The Index page for Profane Tales is updated! With more character info and look! The whole main cast in one image!

What else would YOU like to know?

Always open to questions and such!

artwork: We know what we are but not what we may be... (Princess Amy)

The caring and sweet Princess Amethyst (Amy).

have some concept art! (to hold you over 'til Wednesday)

fairy king concept sketch

fairy queen concept sketch

Gelding anatomy study

more Gelding

crappy Puck concept art

Goblin King character concept and color studies

Profane Tales: Gelding the Unicorn

The Unicorn as Night Falls

Profane Comics: Soliloquy

Soliloquy Times

Did we do Shakespeare reference? Oh yes we did.

A/N: So this shall be the first a few if they go well.

Happy New Year! Some updates for your eyeballs' pleasures!

Gelding saved New Year. Same old, same old.

Hello, readers!

Happy New Years!

Check out the new and improved Tables of Contents to the right! There is one added just for Profane Tales and the one for Dearests Artists shall be up soon as well! Including artwork and everything. I have also organized the index for already posted Short Stories to make navigating the site easier and funner. 

So, tell me about your favorite mythtical creatures?

And while we're at it, what is your New Year's resolutions!

As always, thank you visiting and don't be afraid to comment and share. Click a response below to let me know you were here and you'll have good luck :p

<3 

Profane Tales Comics: "Rainbows"

Click to Enlarge Comics!
First in the new series of shorts. Expect more of Gelding the Unicorn, Tamryn the Siren and company soon! And Happy Holidays!

short story- Gelding & Other Profanities: "A Disgruntled Unicorn"

1

The unicorn was resting a weary head in the royal garden. Though it seemed no matter how much he slept he could not truly rest. He was dreaming of an open valley when the horns of the palace woke him.

"Gelding! Wake! You shiftless beast!"

The creature started, a low grumble sounding in his throat. Large, violet eyes glared at the royal guard who had dared to wake him.

"The Princess is missing! Get your posterior up. Or I will spear you and tell the King it was your fault."

After a yawn, the unicorn's head darted at the mention of the princess. He was not a large animal. Built like a slender deer with long legs and large ears that flicked. He was almost finicky in demeanor. Only a subtle majesty about him made him impressive. There  was snow-white fur and a horn-- so sharp at the end it was a match for a blade-- was imposing. Otherwise, this was a creature built for delicate, aesthetic beauty, all glowing with flowing mane, a long, thin beard and a lion-like tail.

"What did you say of Princess Amethyst?" Gelding demanded of the guard. "Speak up, buffoon. And do so without yelling. My ears are sensitive."

"She is amiss!" the surly, red-bearded guard exclaimed into one of those aforementioned ears. "Amiss on your watch!"

"Err from blaming games and focus will on aiding me to find the girl," Gelding's voice was aged and rich, with a certain chilled detachment.

"A search party forms as we speak!"

"You still yell," the unicorn told the man.

"I give orders! This is a captain's voice!"

"Dulcet. I suppose you expect I join your troupe on its travels." The unicorn gestured to the gathering party before the gates.

"Yes! File in line!"

"I am unworthy of that honor, Captain."

The unicorn bowed on his front legs to the captain, horn swooshing dangerously close to the man's nether regions.

"Careful, beast!"

"Perhaps I am too senile to parade about with your hunting hounds. My horn may turn and render one of your men half-blind, Captain. Nay, I should remain here and tell tales of early greatness to children who pass by."

"Your speaking is nonsensical."

"That I speak at all makes sense?" Gelding asked.

Already, he was turning around without fear. The long tail hit the captain's face once before the unicorn began to trot away.

"You are not dismissed, Gelding!"

"What was that? There is a knot in the abyss?..."

The unicorn was not impaired in hearing. Rather he simply refused to work alongside the King's men. His trot quickened to a gallop. When he reached the gate, he bounded over it and avoided the spikes. He jumped it often because he could not be held captive, even if he was owned by the King.

2

DEEP IN the forest's shadows, a gnarled oak tree shaded a tiny cottage. Within there was said to be a witch.

Our unicorn traveler knew of her, so when he came to the cottage's door he had merely to touch the lock and melt her magic with his own horn.

The witch was at her loom and spinning, humming a somber tune. The hood that cloaked her was up. Perhaps she had known the unicorn was coming.

"Do you know where Princess Amethyst has gone to?" he asked the witch without introduction.

"Nay," the witch replied without looking up. "Why do you ask me?"

"She is amiss. You know the forests, all under your spell."

The Witch lifted her face from her work. "How many times has the maiden been rescued by the unicorn?"

"Numbers mean little to me. You cannot evade me with your parlor tricks. I know you."

"But you ask my help in finding her."

"Amethyst is kind to you. Some people are known to return kindness. If she were in trouble I would think you could care."

She shrugged and lowered her hood to reveal a younger countenance than Gelding had last seen on her.

"A new glamor you wear today. But not a new temperament."

"I can help you," the Witch offered, suppressing a yawn. "For a small token."

"Let me gander at what."

Her eyes fell upon his horn, which was luminous in the dark of the Witch's cottage. Its light sent spiders fleeing.

The unicron's expression was something unamused. He pawed at the floor and turned from the Witch.

"You are not willing to bargain with me? If not your horn then something else."

"I do not trade with anyone who has traded their soul. Clearly poor judgement skills on your behalf," Gelding spoke.

"It would only be your second castration!" the Witch hissed at him.

The unicorn's head hung and his posture slumped but he did not entertain her further. At the corner of her cottage, he squatted and relieved himself on her garden and across the wall.

3

IF THE witch would not aid him, he had the forest itself to turn to. Not the spirits, for demon and fairy folk were devious, but the beasts. Birds and squirrels were good for news, after all.

But none Gelding came upon happened to have seen Princess Amethyst. Until he met a gathering of chattering squirrels. When he asked them where the Princess had gone to, they answered all at once.

"Each his piece and with some semblance of peace, please," Gelding asked them.

They mentioned to Gelding that the Princess had been by, walking alongside a curious animal.

"What did this animal look like?"

Squirrels were not known for their wit, and it took nearly six of them to collaborate and explain how the animal appeared. It had more than four legs and it "crept" rather than walked.

"A skulker or a crawler?"

"Fast! Very fast!" one exclaimed.

"Black! Very black!" another added.

"Are you sure it was Amethyst who accompanied it?"

"Who?" one asked.

The unicorn bowed his head and shook it. These rodents were hopeless. That was when he heard them chittering and snickering to one another about the Princess' penchant for trouble. One looked at Gelding and and whispered to the other "No! Really?"

The unicorn turned his horn on the squirrel to threaten it, purely for amusement. They scattered and the beast smiled to himself.

4

BASED ON the direction that the animals had indicated and his own powers, he found and smelt the maiden's trail at last.

He was on a steady trot when a sharp agony pulsed through his tail. In the shadows someone was hidden, with bow and arrow in hand. She had managed to pin the poor beast's tail to a tree.

He let out a manly scream. Its echo through the forest frightened all who heard. The Witch revealed herself and lowered weapon to her side. "You defecated on my house! Now you will hear my offer! I come with an idea!"

"You might have called my attention in a more pragmatic manner, spittle-pool," the unicorn growled, tears streaming.

"You do not listen to proposed ideas," the Witch scolded him.

"Perhaps because their grounding is unsound. Unpin me."

"Not until you hear my idea."

"All that stands between my path of antipathy is gone. Speak, woman."

"The Princess' tears!" the Witch exclaimed, brandishing a vial. "If you fill this with them then I will unpin your tail. Give me your oath."

Gelding thought that Amethyst would have given this to the Witch for free. But the Witch was daft and he knew that this would somehow hurt the Princess if she felt it must be bargained for.

"You drive a hard bargain."

She smiled, newly youthful features lighting up.

"But I shall not lie to you. I see that this is still a bargain riddled with pitfalls. A maiden's tears are not taken for harmless purposes by shady figures. I will not bargain. But you will release my tail."

"I most certainly will not! You haughty bitch of a unicorn! If you will not bargain with me, you will stay pinned to that tree!"

The horn on his head was aglow again and the unicorn stood on hind legs. This time when he spoke there was something powerful in the voice. It was the very thing poets attempted to capture about the unicorn. As he shone the light, the Witch fell to her knees, weakened. She youth began to melt.

"Release me or I will melt the glamor fully, stripping you to your gnarled truth."

The Witch was set to panicking. She already appeared older.

"I will! Stop! I will!"

She unpinned the bleeding tail and the unicorn kicked, whinnied and bolted from the scene.

5

A CAVE at the forest's edge is where Gelding found the Princess. When his horn lit up the darkness, he saw that it was netted with webs that glistened. But there was no sign of a spider until he found it sleeping. It was tucked into a corner, the giant insect cuddled with with Amethyst.

The maiden herself was curled into a sleeping pose, long black tresses touching the spider. She appeared at peace and unharmed. The unicorn had only to nuzzle her and she woke.

"Gelding?" she yawned. "What time is it?"

"Time to go home..."

He knelt to allow the girl to climb on his back and sit.

"I made friends with a spider."

"Evidently."

"She's friendly."

"Your father is looking for you."

"Oh no! I overslept!" she exclaimed as they exited the cave.

"Only a little."

"How many hours, Gelding?"

"I do not count such things. Those are mortal concerns," he reminded her and carried her home, where he hoped to have a long, uninterrupted rest.

End

poem: Shadow of a Muse (from "Shards" poetry collection)

I created her
I can do as I like with her
spray her with water, sparkles and chill
leave her in the snow to winterkill.
Or I could marinate her
in a cauldron of bronze and gold
I could add spices to the brew
Until she's boiled anew.

You know I am Victor Frankenstein
I am her Dracula
I am God Himself to her
I will do as I please and send her on the battle line
Where a company of soldiers will have their taste of her soft flesh
I shall lock her in a tower where she will never know man's scent.
I made her
and I can break her.

I will whisper sweetly to her
But only when I am sweet.
Other times I will yell and lash her
And with tears and hair, she'll wash my feet.
If she ever tried to stand her ground
With small trembling shoulders
I would stare and laugh.
"My darling, do not go there."

You know that I am the sculptor
and she the shadow of my muse
She is only worth what I say
Or worth the ways she can be used
If you suggest that she exists in a world beyond my lab
I will promise you, mister, that you are mad.
I made her
and I can break her.

I know that she has stood
Over my bed as I sleep,
Her breath in shallow waves,
A sculptor's scalpel in hand.
But I shiver not in the shade of her form
I know her capabilities
What she can and cannot do to me
"My darling, go back to ---"

poem from "Shards": Maudie Cobwebs

"Your children too good to play with my boy?
Best believe I'll remember this slight!"
Said Maudie to her stuffy neighbor one day
And she forced a laugh when that woman's son died.
"He got a fever and it serves her right
I won't be bakin' no sympathy pies for her type."

"The world done me wrong, so bad and so long,
I'm gonna do it one worse!"
So when Maudie inherited a Funeral Home,
she lived there and she drove her own hearse.
She was a poor pregnant waif 'til a family will gave her wealth
But she kept her curtains drawn and her new gowns to herself.
Poor Maudie Cobwebs.
She never goes out.

"The world don't want my little son,
He came out of wedlock, you see.
So he's gonna stay right by my side and safe."
'til one day in the mirror, only half-shocked
the boy saw he'd grown horns, tail and a furry frock.

Maudie sang:
"The world done us wrong, so bad and so long,
I'm gonna do it one worse.
I'm gonna make a house of this funeral home
and I'm drive around in a hearse.
I don't want no smilin' visitors.
They'd just scream when they see my son
I don't want no charity to give or receive ,
because when I was poor there was none."
Poor Maudie Cobwebs
She had not a friend.

Hardship, they say, hardens most shells,
but it can widen the hearts and minds of the toughest lot.
But for Maudie, they say, it softened her skin,
hardened the heart and it made her brain rot.

Poor Maudie, livin' like a corpse.
Poor Maudie. What could be worse.

"The world done me so wrong, so bad and long.
I'm gonna do it one worse,
Don't need no love, don't want no friends
I've already got son, home, and a hearse."
Her boy done changed to a demon
Her house a southern tourist joke.
If you see her phantom, don't make a meeting.
Maudie is an unpleasant ghost.
But that's just Maudie Cobwebs' way.
She was a bitch, long before she decayed.

intermission: Orion's Poem "Unquiet Grave"

What an unquiet grave

A tomb so un-still

Howls rising in the night

The souls so dark and ill.

Now sing “Rest in Peace.”

You sing “Rest in Peace.”

What an unquiet grave,

We hear your foot falls pass.

Whilst we rant and rave

Your hands, they point, you laugh.

Laughing “rest in peace.”

“Poor fools, rest in peace.”

God’s cast-offs,

Live behind iron bars

God’s last thoughts

Were of earthly black scars.

For the lunatics need

These irons ‘bout their wrists.

For we lunatics plead

For death’s noble kiss.

Hell unsheathes in our eyes

The eyes of the weak

Wicked and then tragic

Avert yours when we speak.

You will rest in peace.

You know Rest and Peace.

Heretical writings

Ask you to touch the madman’s sick bare hand

Without your gloves.

Contagions damned!

Heretical writings

Ask that you visit this restless old grave

Out of your love

Even touch the mud

Leaving flowers with cards “from…”

What an unquiet grave.

poetry: Nonus- "I used to be a bad man"

I used to be a bad man
Until they took my mind away
And now I am not accountable
This is what the doctors say.
One marvel they held from me
In my own time
Was that the heart may still beat
Without the mind.
And mine is surely lost
While the heart is on display
My chest gaping open,
All the rest in decay
Except for this evil thing,
destroying all in its way.

I have never been my master
I have never known liberty
From the chains of this monster
Inside of me
I have never opened my heart
To good and fruitful results
Only to blood
Pure as fetid mud.
And the irony, it is
I never knew of this
I never knew I had heart
Until I lost my mind....

And as it turns out
You can kill the mind quick,
And leave the heart beating.
Who would have guessed this?
And it becomes my fate
To wonder beneath
The dark waters I drowned
In the limbo where I bleed.
Every face laughs
There is the man with no mind.
I used to be a bad man
When I had the choice to find
The pathway between the two
And choose where good lies
But now I am a fool
Choice-less and blind.

I have never been my master
I have never known liberty
From the chains of this monster
Inside of me
I have never opened my heart
To good and fruitful results
Only to blood
Pure as black mud.
And the irony, it is
I never knew of this
I never knew I had heart
Until I lost my mind....

(c) 2012 Luz Briar.

poem/lyrics: "Mask"

Juliet Artston: Mask

I looked out the window of my tower.

I saw you and I knew.

I knew my mirror cracked

Into bits of glass

But what did I care. What did I care.

I reached my hand out into a world

I had been barred from

Just so that I could touch yours

But that was that

Did you take mine? Did you take mine?

I entered a world of glass and gold

With no journey back

I thought if I could lie then I could hold

All my heart has ever lacked

Even knowing that glass fools shatter

I called out your name

I wrote it in a poem,

I sang it in a song

But did you hear? But did you hear?

Better than singing in a gilded cage

Wouldn’t you guess?

I made a daring escape

But that was that

Is this dirt on my hands? On my hands?

I entered a world of glass and gold

With no journey back

I thought if in disguise I might still hold …

But I fear there is a crack

And I knew

Yes I knew

You were my doom

And I know

How I know

I wear a costume

Shadows know

Yes, they know

They know the truth

I know

You know

The mask wouldn’t last

Yes I know

Yes I see

Yes, I feel the cracks.

The mask was cold but the sin was kind

And I can never mend those cracks

Yes, the mask was cold but the sin was kind

And I can never take it back

The mask was cold and the sin was mine

And I will never--

(from "Midnight Dreary" novel. (c) 2011 Luz Briar)