I have been awed by the mystery and the powers of the elements since I was a kid. I think I ought to give credit to all the anime cartoons that was available in our time, especially when it dominated the Philippine Primetime shows in the 90's. I also caught the Funny Komiks fever which is actually quite an integral part of my childhood as I've learned to read and associate the words just by looking at the pictures – all by myself and with my twin brother, KC. This culture pushed me to draw pictures and cartoon characters that led for me to be creative, ultimately finding out that I can make and invent stories of my own. 

As my skill advanced from the traditional stick figures, I needed a challenge and by the age of eight, I have started to make my own stories loosely based on the arena-type battles such as Dragonball Z, Pokemon, and Flame of Recca. We don't have much money then so we have to improvise to hone our craft. After the end of our school year, my twin brother and I used to pull the spring from my notebook and compile all the empty leaves to stitch 'em up together to form a thick notebook to make my cartoon stories – my very own comic book. We have made tons of it, usually strips of stories that ranged from ten to twenty pages at most, but by the end of my first year in highschool I finished a full length comic book story called "Pyrobot" – a robot created to protect the Earth similar to Combatron and Megaman. But this didn't make me happy though. The plot of the story is quite juvenile then, so I plotted a story – a serious one that touches topics of mystery and gives tales of adventures made by an entirely different civilization. That's when I conceptualized "The Omegatribe", which is the book's original title eleven years ago. I tried to plan it to fruition but then school made me extremely busy, it forced me to just put a pin on that project. 

Graduation came fast which made me happy for a bit thinking I could start the project in hiatus but lo and behold, college revealed to be my enemy too. I tried drawing slides and planned to color it in the computer by scanning it and rendering it on Photoshop but all was in vain as this takes too long a time to continue. This project is going down the drain and I could feel the urge of giving up but luckily, God has given me a window. He led me to our college publication, The Business Access Magazine, and this gave me the necessary foundation to make me adept in putting my thoughts into words. After gaining my bachelor's degree in Management at the Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila, I finally vowed to finish the story I started on 2003 and turn this comic book into a novel instead. On January 2009, I started to write it all up. It's quite hard at first as I have been writing it while taking another degree in accountancy at the University of the East. Also, the challenge is the research and plotting the story to make it complete. This ate time that it took three years for me to finish it and another year and a half to revisit the story: to create a time table, assign the time frame, and identify the lunar faces on each chapter. I have finished writing it on the same time I passed the board last year on May 2013. I have to thank God for this miracle as I couldn't have done it without his blessing, guidance, and inspiration. It's quite a challenging adventure, one that I am really thankful to experience.

When Bathala created the world, He made sure that the Earth will be safe from the Mortals: the Men and Women of the Earth. Their potential for evil has saddened Him deeply. He has to go away to create Paraiso but He needs to protect them from destroying themselves.

To make sure that life will prosper on Earth, He has blessed three righteous tribes and mandated them to protect the Fountain of Life from being corrupted. The Fountain seeds green life on Earth. Without the fountain, life will cease to exist.

The three tribes that are led by Nagozul, Yagisiv Haya, and Daomagar, left their villages and created their dominion on Bathala's three islands collectively known as The Holy Lands. Their purpose: "Protect the Fountain of Life at all costs." They have been true in following their holy edict and have proven themselves to become the Holy Sentinels of the Lands of Bathala. They have maintained the secrecy and the anonymity of the Holy Lands with perfection as life continued on Earth.

Tens of thousands of years later, the Kingdom of Nagozul has now grown arrogant and has disobeyed Bathala's mandate. An impending doom now shrouds the Holy Lands. Extinction of the mortal race is upon them and the fate of the world is at stake. It is up to the brave Holy Sentinels, the young Princes of Nagozul, to complete the mission and save the souls that are inhabiting the islands of God.

Cookie wore an expression of doubts before responding, even though her answer would be more than obvious. "Well... No. But why didn't you tell me before going to that graveyard? I could have helped you! I've shot weapons before."
That sounded rare coming from someone like her, but Cookie was a girl who lived in the countryside, after all. Her father likely possessed guns.
Vanilla drank more hot chocolate from her mug. "Cookie, you live at like 10 miles from Merry Oaths. Besides, Carol doesn't let me use the telephone and I doubt your parents let you use theirs." She said.
"They let me use it, but... it's not like I don't have anyone to call, either," She responded, looking down. "By the way, you mentioned some guys in red robes or something like that, I think I saw very similar people around the forest near here, right close to where the harpies tried to eat you the day we met."
Guys in red robes. The Cult Of The Ascendant Truth? Vanilla's sleepiness died off and her sore throat calmed down. Now she was intrigued about what Cookie had to tell, after two hours of just talking about herself and her adventures.
"Really?" Her black and her blue eye of golden strings glowed. "You've got my attention."
"Yeah," Cookie responded. "I saw them getting between those dead trees while I was trying to ride that stupid horse who doesn't like me."
The scene when Rowie and Vanilla met Cookie for the first time reproduced inside Vanilla's mind; The girl tried to ride the brown horse, only to fall off constantly and get stained in mud when the animal raised its front legs and neighed, sending her flying down.
"Doesn't he let you ride him yet?" Rowie asked.
"Well... No," Cookie sighed and pouted. "But that's not the point. I saw at the distance like four persons dressing exactly what you mentioned; Boots, black pants, and some kind of stupid red robes with hoodies covering their heads."
"And what did you do?" Vanilla asked. "Did you follow them?"
"Are you crazy? No. I didn't. Why would I get inside a forest in the middle of nowhere with some crazy people? Didn't your parents tell you what happens to girls when they are alone and strangers attack them?"
'The attackers get mauled and crushed by a shining gorilla, or electrified to death with a golden pole," Vanilla thought to herself, remembering when those vagabonds and her school bullies trapped her inside that abandoned storehouse near St. Peter street. 'Goddamn morons, they got what they deserved."
But what happened there was her personal secret, something that not even Rowie would ever know. No one knew yet who was the 'murderer of St. Cecilia street', as the townsfolk called them —or her, without even knowing it.
"Obviously you are right but, what would they be doing there?" Vanilla asked, opening a magazine filled with comic strips of superheroes from the piled tower in the middle, which were all either comic strips, cooking recipes, or pictures of male models.
"Like I know," Cookie said and finished her now cold chocolate. "I thought you were the one who could tell me."
Well, Vanilla had not told everything to Cookie. Although she did mention how they met Sir William Oaths in person, she never told Cookie about how he commended Rowie and her to find the Sacred Chamber, a place filled with an extraordinary power of omnibiblical proportions.
She also never mentioned to her that those cultists were going after the chamber too, and obviously, she didn't tell her about the necrostone, her contracts pending, or the key fragments that she was ought to collect.
But she did tell her about Lancelot the Skeleton; although Cookie found the idea ridiculously funny, she wanted to meet him in any way, saying that 'it would be funny to put his bones out of place'.
"Well, surely those cultists aren't up to anything good," Vanilla said, saving all the details and hidden info to Cookie.  
"What if they are looking for you?" The blonde asked.
"Me? I don't think so. They never actually saw me."  
But deep inside, Vanilla didn't truly believe so, even if there was no evidence of that. And even if it was just her superstition, if both were eager to find that Sacred Chamber, then their paths would eventually cross again.
"Want to go there and take a look?" Cookie suggested.
"What?" Her question surprised Vanilla. "Right now? It's night already. It's actually kind of dangerous to go there at this time."
"Not now, of course. What's your fear about it, in any way? Any kind of —twisted, flesh-eating monster— dwelling right there?" She mocked.
"Well, no, but bears and wolves live in there. Those animals are no game, especially at night when they hunt and have the advantage."
"C'mon Vanilla, we defeated like a whole army of hundred human-bird hybrids who ate human flesh and shot fireballs. Why would some tiny wolves or a fat, slow bear scare you?"
"We weren't alone right there. If it weren't for Sasha we both would be dead. But wolves aren't tiny. Have you seen one? They are bigger than any dog I've seen. And trust me when I say it that bears aren't slow."
"I guess so. I've only seen them in the distance. Have you seen Sasha recently?"
"Yeah, he was the one who told me to investigate the graveyard. He bought some objects for the grave keeper before he died. You know the rest of the story."
"He also plays the guitar," Rowie said. "I heard that he plays for people at night."
"Ah, as if he wasn't handsome enough he is also an artist." Cookie's eyes glowed. "Such a shame that he is like 10 years older than us, right? He would not look at some flat, short girls like us." She passed her hands on her chest.  
Vanilla tried to change the subject, before their exchange of information turned into talking and comparing the sizes of their breasts. "Have you seen any other things, by the way?"
"Yeah, remember the harpies? One of those three who drank your potion," She chuckled. "And escaped?"
Vanilla's memories kicked in. Along a regular harpy, Sasha dragged to the center of that natural balcony the transformed harpy who drank the invented Elixir of Beauty —something that still made Vanilla laugh every time she thought about it.
Those two escaped when their leader suddenly resurrected. Vanilla had not given it any thought until that moment. At least two harpies were still alive, somewhere around there.
"What happened? Did you see her?" She asked. 
Were those beasts up to something nasty again? She felt a little anxious for a moment. Their leader almost sent them all to hell.
"Oh yes, I did. Daddy took me to the town the other day to buy me some shoes. We passed by that street full of dealers and prostitutes, what was its name?" She asked herself.
"St. Peter Street?" Vanilla responded.
"Yeah, St. Peter Street. Have you seen that big building in the color red?"
"You must be talking about Red Love's Wine. It's a burdel."
"Thing is that I saw that transformed harpy getting inside there. She was wearing those short clothing that mommy tells me that 'only easy-lived women dare to wear."
"Did she see you? What was she doing there?"  
"Heck, she saw me," Cookie smirked. "You must have seen her face. She went paler than snow! She must have been working there or something."
"Well, I guess that place never ceases to impress me... I just hope she is not planning anything this time," Vanilla said.
"Why don't we go and dispose of her?" Cookie asked,
"I don't think it will be easy, as it sounds like she has adapted to life in Merry Oaths, making herself pass as a common pleb, —If a prostitute can be called that. If we go and kill her then we would be likely committing a murder crime, and we'd have trouble with the police. We should not keep that stinky burdel out of sight, though." Vanilla said.
"We were inside that place once," Rowie said. "We were searching for a succubus. Right, Vanilla? The owner is a really bad and nasty man!" The puppy pouted.
"You Vanilla? Inside there?" Cookie gave her an accusing stare. "What were you doing there? Were you trying to make money, or..." Vanilla shot her a stare. "Were you trying to... I thought you didn't swing that—"
"I wasn't there for neither of that, don't be silly," Vanilla coldly interrupted. "They don't let kids get inside, and naturally, they confused me as one so I could not enter through the main door."
"Oh my god, how did you do so?"  
"Through a window, thanks to No-see, one of my plushes. He is a chameleon who allows you to make yourself invisible."
"That sounds amazing!" Cookie's eyes glowed. "I wish I had a plush like that. And why did you get there? To spy on people doing it?"


In an ancient town of catholic roots in the Pre-War America of 1935, strange events and phenomena often manifest in the worst of their forms. 

Vanilla Land, a 16 years old outcast and weirdo with access to magical plushes —ancient and powerful totems capable of summoning powerful spirits and powers for its users— loves to explore wicked places, investigate mysteries, and even fight horrid abominations when necessary. 

And it's in one of these explorations where she suddenly meets her abrupt when she and a powerful apparition destroy each other. The result? A powerful, demonical entity is impressed by her actions and gives her a second opportunity to live again.

She must perform a series of tasks for such an entity —not without getting rewarded with more powerful artifacts and plushes— but in the end, everything points out that there's an ancient source of power capable of redefining reality. And she's not the only one trying to reach it...

Come and find out all events that Vanilla had to go through in that dying town of supernatural events, eccentric creatures, and unexpected personalities getting in her way. 


Cover art by cielnoir
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After having sex a few times, they felt hungry and decided to have a simple brunch and laid back in the room while cuddling each other.
The two of them were still wholly unclothed, and neither of them felt awkward at all. Instead, they found comfort and peace when the skin of their bodies touched each other.
Cathy snuggled closer with a sigh of pleasure when she felt her husband stroking her back with a light touch.
"Vincent, do you remember our first meeting?"
"I remember. At that time, we met on the bus, right?"
Cathy shook her head at her husband's guess. "Not that one."
"Then, which one?" Vincent tried to dig into his memory with a confused expression to make his wife smile mischievously.
"You said you loved me, but you can't even remember our first meeting." she pouted her lips as if pretending she was sulking.
Well, he could recall nothing but the bus encounter as their first official first meeting. He knew he had seen her the first time in Green Park, but the girl didn't notice him. So that couldn't be count as their first meeting.
"Okay, I give up. Where did we meet for the first time?" Vincent realized that his wife was teasing him and would not give him an answer if he didn't give up.
"When I first came to Eastern Wallace to see my mother."
"..."
"Do you remember?"
How could Vincent forget it? Even though he forgot, those sweet memories came to the surface again when he drank the latest RM formula.
"I still remember it. Why?"
"Tell me about it. I only remember a little, but I wonder what we did when we were little."
"Hm..." Vincent tightened his arms to bring his wife closer into his arms. "Back then, you were a little monster who kept bothering me."
"Ha?? Little monster?"
Vincent gave an amused smile when he heard his wife's protest tone. Ah, now his wife wanted to hear about their childhood, making him couldn't help but miss those sweet, peaceful days.
(Flashback)
The year 1998.
It's been a year since Vincent got to know Chloe. Because he felt so pampered at Eastern Wallace, he came to visit often and even stayed overnight on weekends.
Unfortunately, just as he arrived, Benjie had already knocked him out. The room that should have been ready for him is now cluttered with girl toys.
A few weeks ago, Chloe hired an assistant and had lived in Easter Wallace since then. The assistant came with her fifteen months baby daughter.
The little girl had just learned to walk, and like a worm in heat, the girl dashed everywhere, making her babysitter tired of chasing her. Vincent called her a little monster because whatever thing the monster held was bound to break. Benjamin deliberately brought this little monster to his room with all her toys, and the result... his room became a mess like some devil brought chaos here.
Vincent was furious and immediately complained... to be more precise, he whined to Chloe. Lamentably Chloe burst into laughter at the little monster's act instead of defending him.
In the end, Chloe just told her maid to tidy up his room again because tonight Vincent would stay in Eastern Wallace.
While waiting, Vincent took out his textbooks and lined them up on the living room's glass table. Because the distance between the table and the sofa was not close enough, Vincent decided to sit on the floor to do his homework. Luckily there was a soft, fluffy carpet on the floor, so his butt won't hurt if he sits on the floor.
One minute... two minutes to ten minutes... the little monster came uninvited.
Somehow this little monster likes to bother him. The first time they met, this monster tried to climb onto his back, then clung to his legs and even crawled between with legs with a cheerful laugh.
Now she forced her way in and sat on his lap?!! What is this little monster doing? Why does she keep bothering his precious time?
"Shoo! Go away. Don't disturb me." It seems that this monster couldn't understand human language yet.
Vincent gave up and chose to pay attention to what this little monster was going to do. Vincent stared in horror as the girl faced his open textbook. He was afraid that she would tear the book, so he immediately took the book and held it up.
The little monster's gaze immediately followed the raised book and clapped her hands with laughter. Now, what's so funny to make this baby laugh? Vincent did not understand and lowered the baby from his legs and sat cross-legged on the sofa.
Incredibly, the monster followed him and tried to climb over the sofa he was sitting on. He doesn't know how many times the monster tried to lift her leg to go up but failed. Unfortunately, the little monster never gave up and kept trying.
"Rischa!" Vincent's patience line was broken. He couldn't concentrate on studying if this little monster kept bothering him.
After all, he never likes children, and he had limit patience handling a baby that couldn't talk.
"Yes, young master?" Vincent just glanced at the little monster who was still struggling to climb the sofa. "Rinrin, why are you here?" Rischa promptly carried Rinrin, and the child giggled.
"Mama... mama... tatatatatata..."
"Ah, I see, but currently, young master Vincent is studying. Rinrin must not interfere, okay."
"Tatatatatatatata..."
"Yes. Later. Come with me now. Let's accompany the first miss enjoying her tea time."
Vincent gaped wide at the interaction of the mother and daughter. Not knowing what language the little monster spoke made him not understand what she was saying. It seems that only the mother understands because now Rinrin was hugging her mother's neck tightly while waving her hand at him.
Hmph! Vincent hoped that the child never bothered him again.
One hour... two hours .. he's done most of his homework, then he decided to read superhero comics. After tidying up his books, Vincent sat back cross-legged and read his comics. Being too engrossed with the story, he didn't notice that someone had managed to climb the sofa and crawl over to him.
And suddenly, his comic strips turned into brown-reddish hair, and his legs felt heavy because something was pressing on them.
Ugh! Vincent sighed to himself.
Strangely, this child just sat there looking at the pictures in the comic and not moving or making a sound. Is this monster also interested in the comic?
Suddenly Vincent's mischief nature kicked in and directed the comic slowly up to the right. The little monster stood up while holding on to Vincent's right hand to see the comic. Then Vincent shifted the comic to his left hand, which Rinrin automatically moved to the left.
Then Vincent dropped his left hand out to the left. When he saw Rinrin crawling towards his comic, Vincent quickly took the comic and hid it behind his back.
A pair of light brown eyes stared confusedly at him as if asking where did the comic disappeared? Vincent put on an ignorant face as he shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
A second later, the girl's mouth curved downward, and her eyes glistened with tears. Oops... will this monster cry? This is bad.
Vincent often made Rinrin cry because he is very, very, and very impatient in dealing with this monster's bothersome attitude. Chloe always gave him an earful scolding because he didn't want to give in to a baby who was not yet two years old.
Finally, he gave up and took out the comic again before the monster could really cry, and Chloe would scold him again.
"Here .." Vincent gave the comic to Rinrin while preparing himself that this monster will tear his favorite comic book later.
Miraculously, Rinrin pushed his hands back and crawled to sit on his lap.
Does this monster want them to read it together?
For the first time since Rinrin's arrival, Vincent let Rinrin by his side for a long time.
Since then, Vincent was no longer annoyed when Rinrin always follows him. Strangely, he could widen his patience line when it involving this little monster.
Unfortunately, one day...
"Pinpin, Pinpin."
Vincent stroked his forehead and wondered since when his cool majestic name had turned into a laughable name. Because of that ridiculous name, Benjamin couldn't stop teasing him and laughing at him. Even so, Vincent still let the little monster approached him, and they were together for a year without realizing it.
Until one day, Chloe fired the mother of the monster Rinrin, making the two separate.
Gradually, both of them forgot about each other.
(Flashback end)
***
"I can't believe this. You call me a monster?"
"What can I say? I was too childish at that time, and you were the little monster that so cute I can't take my eyes off."
Cathy rolled her eyes to hear Vincent trying to ease her irritation. "How about now?"
"Now?" Vincent's smirk gave her a goosebump. "You're my sweet angel."
Vincent surprised her by hovering over her naked body and grind his hardness to her wetness.
Not long after, the two of them returned to their nth-making out session with laughter.
This is the best honeymoon!


How does it feel to see a colorless world every day? 

That's how Catherine felt through her eyes. She is a strong-willed 25-year-old girl who never shows her weakness to other people. 

She lost her ability to see color ever since being slapped by her father. Her soul was shaken. Her heart hated the beauty her father showed before her mother was gone. 

Catherine thought that her life would continue to be trapped in the black and white world until one day, someone came into her life to give her some colors.

He is Vincent, a thirty-two-year man, the son of a wealthy family. His presence gradually colored Catherine's world. 

Time continues to flow; the lovebirds finally tied the rope of love but suddenly... Vincent avoids Catherine? 

What happened to him? Why did he go away from Catherine? Could it have something to do with Catherine's mother's death? 

Catherine, who is finding out the truth behind Vincent's attitude.... surprisingly, meets her twin brother, someone she never knew before! Moreover, her twin brother is the sole heir of one of the influential figures in this country.

Was everything she knew a lie? Even her identity? Who is she really? Is it true that Vincent caused the death of her mother?

Would the two lovebirds reunite after learning the truth? Or will the past grudges separate them?

Expert:

"I think white suits you best."
 
The topic of color discussion was quite sensitive for Cathy, who cannot distinguish colors. But why did she feel calm when Vincent said it?

"Why?"
 
"Because only white could affect other colors while no color could affect it. For me, you are like that too."
 
"I am?"
 
"Hm. You never let other people influence you while you can easily influence others. You could make others happy, sad, or excited with you."
 
"I'm not like that."
 
"It's like that for me. Besides," he lowered his head to close the gap between them. "When you wear a white dress like this, you look mesmerizing like an angel descend to me."

Cathy: *blush*

***

A year later,

Before the kidnapper could see her, Cathy's arm had been pulled into a room concealed by a safe. Her mouth was sealed by a big hand, and her body was held tightly by a muscular arm. Cathy tried to struggle to break free.
 
She felt unfortunate, as scary things always happened to her. Even though she was only a weak, fragile average girl, she was ready to fight to survive.
 
"Shh, don't move." whispered the person who caught her, making Cathy froze.
 
This voice... the fresh fragrant she smelled from the hand that was covered her mouth…

Vincent!?

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My Only Love: The Targeted Heiress (complete)
The Flame Queen and Her Sly Lover (complete)
Ice Prince: Rewrite the star (new)
Watch Out, Dad! Mom's Here To Kill You! (coming soon)
The Heir's Beloved Is Not A Human (coming soon)
The Prodigy Boy Is Actually A 25 Old Girl!? (ongoing)

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Ivory and Viper resided in the living room. Viper was spending her free-time watching a movie while Ivory was on her laptop, obsessing over a pair of shoes.
"Viper, look," Ivory turned over the laptop. Viper observed the black cut-out boots. "Aren't they nice?"
"Oh, Ivory, those shoes scream your name," Viper put a hand to her ear. "I can hear them."
The two laughed.
"How did going back to the strip club work out?"
Ivory looked up from her laptop, remembering what Chris told her. "Oh, the man couldn't help me. He told me to not go against Blue."
"That's strange. Well, it looks like we're back to square one."
"Not exactly. See, his name is Chris, and Chris knows something about Blue. He might come back," Ivory smiled quietly, remembering the phone that he gave her.
Viper looked at the time on the television. "I'm going to go to bed."
"Right now? It's only six o'clock. And your favorite show is on: Criminal Minds."
"I'm not feeling good. Besides, I have to clean my room," Viper then left.
Ivory thought about what just happened. Ivory knew that Viper was hiding something. Ivory closed her laptop and took out her first every credit card from her wallet. Blue gave her a blue, shiny, credit card. Ivory had been working hard, and she was happy to start making some money. Ivory didn't want to use her money recklessly.
Ivory heard Red calling her from the hallway, and she followed him into the vast dining room. She guessed it was dinner time. She was content; giant growls ruptured from her stomach. Everyone but Viper was grabbing pizza, talking, laughing, and pouring drinks. Ivory took a seat by the corner and ate her slice of pizza in silence. She heard someone sit next to her, the sudden movement causing a breeze. She glanced to see Spike but said nothing to him.
"Where do you think Viper is?" a maid asked another.
"Who knows, but Harley always tells me that Viper's nothing but trouble," the second one said.
Ivory knew that the one that had just spoken was Harley's maid.
"Maria," Harley called her maid over, and the maid made her way over to Harley.
"Ivory," Spike said, and she faced him, "Where's Viper?"
"She told me that she was going to bed."
"This early?"
Ivory shrugged, "I can't help you, Spike, I just hope that she isn't breaking any rules."
"Why would that be a problem for you?" Spike raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I don't want to get into trouble."
"Viper has free-will. If she gets into trouble, you won't."
Spike then got up to get more pizza. Ivory saw Blue and Hawks talking in the corner, and Ivory could tell that the conversation was serious. Hawks quickly glanced but said nothing as Blue handed him something. Hawks put the item in his pocket.
Ivory felt that Blue and Hawks were gossiping about Viper, but she wasn't too sure.
***
After a while, the gang members slowly left the room until only a few people were left. Viper eventually showed up, which caught Ivory's attention because she said that she was tired and had to clean her room. Viper really was acting out of character. Viper was able to eat pizza but had to wash all the dishes.
Viper was grunting to herself about all the dishes and was obviously annoyed.
Ivory volunteered to help her but was stopped by Blue.
"Go in the living room," he ordered her, "and stay in there. Hawks and Lucky will be watching you. Where Hawks goes, you follow. Got it?"
"Yes, Boss," Ivory raised an eyebrow but didn't question Blue demand. He'd been extra snippy for the last couple of days, but no one seemed to notice for some strange reason. It was only directed toward Ivory and Viper, really.
"And Viper, I want those dishes done in ten minutes, so hurry up! Quit complaining. You're lucky I even feed you!" Ivory heard Blue bark at Viper. Ivory jumped in fright at the booming voice.
Ivory saw Hawks and Lucky sitting by the couch, with cigarettes, a couple of wine glasses, and a red wine bottle. She sat toward the corner, hoping that they didn't speak to her.
"Ivory," Hawks grinned ear to ear like the Cheshire cat. He took her arm and pulled her over. He picked her up and sat her by the couch's end crease, trapping her between Lucky and him.
"Why do you always do that whenever I sit on the couch?"
"Does it annoy you?"
"No, Hawks, it doesn't," she replied sarcastically. "I love it."
"Don't be sarcastic, dear," he took a puff from his cigarette. Ivory covered her nose with her hand. "I do it because you hate it."
"And it's easy to pick you up, the other girls are taller," Lucky chimed in. "And stop covering your face, all you have are two holes for that excuse of a nose."
Hawks burst out laughing as Ivory blushed. Lucky followed Hawks' lead as the dark-haired-boy poked the tip of her nose. She swatted his hand away as if he were a fly.
"It isn't my fault that my nose is small," Ivory defended herself.
"I never said it was," Lucky peered into the kitchen, seeing Viper rush to get everything done. "Look, Hawks,"
Hawks turned to look into the kitchen. "She's been productive," he turned back around, "for once," he took a puff from his cigarette before discarding it.
He and Lucky snickered.
"Making fun of her isn't helping."
"Gosh, Ivory, you're so uptight," Hawks said. "You need something to wind you down a little bit."
"Yes, Hawks, something to calm her down and loosen her up," Lucky picked up a glass and poured wine into it. "Here you are," he placed it into her hands. "Don't drink it too fast, you'll get drunk. It is your first drink."
She stared at him, wide-eyed. "You're no older than me, and you're drinking wine?"
"Whiskey," Hawks corrected.
"Bourbon to be exact," Lucky said.
"Bourbon?"
"Besides, I've done worse," Hawks shrugged.
"Really? Like what?"
"I don't think you're ready for my stories, Ivory. I'm one of Blue's favorites for a reason, Little Lady," Ivory didn't take a liking to Hawks' tone of voice. He also never referred to her nickname.
"Is it just you and Red?"
"Harley and Red and his most trusted," Lucky said.
"Yeah, they seem to know things that others don't."
"That's because they do. I wouldn't trust those two, Ivory. Whatever you tell them goes straight to Blue," Lucky whispered.
Ivory could tell that Lucky disliked Red and Harley.
"So, what would we be considered?"
"His top workers."
"Blue has connections everywhere. His top and most trusted workers —but Viper— stay here," Hawks said. 
"I'm not part of the gang."
"Yes, you are," Hawks said.
"I wasn't at first."
"Your proved yourself trustworthy."
"But how come Viper hasn't?" Ivory asked.
"You really need to stop asking questions," Hawks said, his light eyes slowly glancing into the kitchen as Viper quickly disappeared.
"Hey, Hawks, I got the newest Playboy in the mail today."
"Oh, really? Did you?"
"You know what Playboy is, Little Lady?"
"Yes, I do," Ivory said. "The older boys' at the foster home used to sneak them in and look at them."
The two boys chuckled but said nothing further as they drank and smoked in silence.
After about five minutes, Hawks stood up and looked at Lucky. "I have to go. Remember your job."
Ivory wondered where Hawks was going.                                                    
"I remember, Hawks," Ivory went to follow, Hawks, but Lucky put his arm out, stopping her. "Hold your horses, Little Lady. Where do you think you're going?"                          
"What horses? And if you had ears, then you would have heard Blue from the kitchen earlier, but then again, who really knows what goes on in that small brain of yours?" she insulted.
Hawks turned away, trying not to laugh as Lucky sent her a light glare, but said nothing.
"Move out of the way, Joker," she snarled, "Hawks is in charge, so I'll pretend to be his puppet since that's what he and Blue want."                                          
"About that," Hawks turned to her, after rolling his eyes to her remark, of course, "I have some errands to run, so Lucky's in charge of you until I get back."
Ivory sat back down on the couch, sighed, and crossed her arms. "Why does he have to watch me?"                                              
Lucky looked at aghast like she offended him.
Hawks turned to face her. "Because I said so."
Lucky smirked. "Yeah, Little Lady, maybe we'll get to know each other a little more."
"Nah, I'm okay."                                                        
Lucky seemed hurt, but he just rolled his eyes as Ivory smirked in victory. Hawks stood there with his usual stoic expression. "Tell me if Ivory behaves, which I'm sure she will,�� Hawks said to Lucky, changing the topic. He turned to Ivory, "Just listen to Lucky. I'll be back at around midnight."                                                                  
Ivory wondered where Hawks was going; he was never out late.
"Bye, Hawks," Lucky dismissed, and Hawks walked downstairs.
Lucky took a seat next to Ivory and picked up a book. Ivory turned away and thought about why Hawks' been extra sneaky lately.                                                                      
"Where's Hawks going?"                                                      
"It doesn't matter"" Lucky said, not looking up from his book.                     
Ivory sighed. She knew that sooner or later, she'd figure out what's going on. That is when an idea hit her. What if Viper had been with Roxie because she was trying to leave the gang? It would make perfect sense since she wanted Ivory to go back to the club with Swindle H — the reason behind that was because Swindle H is sneaky. No one would suspect her. Since Ivory was told by Chris, the man at the club, to not tell anyone of the cellphone he gave her, how exactly did he know that she would come back? But what about when she was injured, and Viper was acting strange?
What if they planned this ordeal all along? Blue must know about it, but it wouldn't make sense as to why he would allow it to occur. Then again, he never liked Viper, to begin with. Swindle H must have caught on and played along — which may be why Viper recommended her. It would also make sense why Swindle visited Ivory in the computer room and willingly took her to the strip club. It all puzzled together.
Ivory knew that Viper would never succeed, but if she did, the Blue Dragons would never fall. The gang had ties everywhere. The Blue Dragons were a mafia gang, they will make sure they stand.
If Ivory as correct, she would be angry. Ivory knew that Viper wouldn't change her mind because Viper was reckless. If Viper said that she was going to do something, she'd do it.
Leech crawled into the blonde's head, and she wondered where he came from and why he was around one time. Ivory didn't trust him, but it seemed that the Blue Dragons felt the same way. Ivory rolled her eyes because no one ever told her the details.
Ivory broke out of her trance and looked at Lucky, who seemed to be reading very slowly. She could have sworn that she saw him try to hold his laughter. Why would he laugh over a romance novel?
"Lucky, why is it taking you forever to finish a page?"
He looked at her. "It isn't."
"Yes, it is," Ivory eyed him suspiciously and stood up. "Give me the book."
Lucky stood up and held the book high in the air. Ivory jumped up, trying her best to reach it, but Lucky being around six feet tall didn't help.
"Lucky, you're not reading," she accused.      
"Yes, I am. What makes you think otherwise?" He raised a brow.                                        
"You've been on the same page for about five minutes. It takes me about a minute to finish two pages, come one now."                                                                
"Hey, Little Lady, everyone reads at different paces."
"Okay, but you're laughing. Romance isn't funny."
"It's corny," Lucky shrugged, throwing the book onto the couch.                                         
Ivory grabbed the book and saw what he was looking at. Why was she not surprised? "Lucky, really?" she picked up the comic strip that was between the pages. "A comic book?" 
Lucky grabbed it out of her hand. "They're funny."                                                               
"Next time, try to be original with your jokes."                                                          
"Being the Joker is hard," he pouted.             
"Then don't be Joker, be Batman," Ivory said sarcastically. "I mean, it's not like you're funny anyway," she said.                                                   
He rolled his eyes. "I'll need a pair of batwings, which I don't have," He said comedically, ignoring the insult.
Ivory sighed and sat back down.
All of a sudden, Blue walked in, "What's going on here? I can hear you both from the other room."
"Well, I just figured out that Lucky reads comics instead of real books," Ivory said.
"Hey, I do read books. Its comic strip hour, that's all," Lucky sounded insulted.                  
"At ten o'clock at night?" Ivory asked, not impressed. "Wow, no wonder why you're always hyper."                                             
"I have nothing else to do," Again, Lucky ignored her insult.                                                
"You could read a real book."
"Ha — a real book?" Blue scoffed. "Please, we all know that Lucky isn't the smartest person on base."                  
"...Hey!"
"Besides, you could recommend books to him. You know that I have a... wide selection to choose from," Blue smirked.
Blue knew that Ivory was in the library.
Ivory narrowed her eyes, wondering if Blue was in the library, or if Hawks was. Maybe Hawks happened to bump into her, but if that were the case, why was he in the basement? Perhaps Hawks was searching for something.                     
"Comic strips are way cooler," Lucky argued back, missing Blue's condescending remark.                                                                                                                         
Ivory leaned back on the couch and sighed. Arguing with Lucky about comic strips wasn't fun; her intuitive psyche warned her that something terrible would happen. Ivory was nervous and had nothing nor the knowledge of what would take place.
That was when a thought came to her. Ivory saw Lucky follow Blue out of the room, proving that he was actually smart while Blue ignored him. Ivory made sure that no one was around or would sneak attack her, and slowly took the phone out of her hoodie pocket. Ivory flipped the phone open and saw a random number, realizing that it was Chris'.
She sent him a quick but urgent message: "Roxie's taking my friend out. I think the two of them are going to tell on the gang," sent.
Ivory wasn't sure that she could trust Chris, but she knew he was her only chance.
***
Meanwhile, Viper made sure that no one watched her, opened the back door, and snuck out. The young rebel hopped into a car and drove off, not knowing that someone was following her. The person stepped out from the bushes and unlocked their own vehicle. The person was about to get in until they realized that someone was with them.
"Geez, Spike, you scared me," the voice said.
"Sorry, just want to wish you good luck."
The voice let out a sigh. "Thanks."
"You don't seem happy about doing this job," Spike said as the light from the upstairs window hit his face.
"It's not that I'm not happy to do it. It's Ivory —"
"Ivory? What about her?"
"Blue is having me follow Viper because he thinks that she is going to the police."
"The police?"
"Yes. And if those accusations are true, I hope that no one blames Ivory. Blue had Harley spy on them, and he even had Harley spy on Ivory, but Ivory hasn't been doing anything except explore the base."
"Explore the base? Oh, I see."
"Harley doesn't see Ivory as a threat, so Blue isn't worried about her. Blue's purposely keeping Ivory busy. Ivory's smart; I know that she'll eventually figure out what's going on, and if she does, just make sure she doesn't leave. Look, I have to go. Just make sure that she's safe, okay?"
"You got it. I'll make sure nothing happens. Lucky seems to be doing well with that at the moment."
"He's my best friend, but he isn't the strongest. So, if something happens, make sure you're there."
"I catch your drift. Don't worry about Ivory, she's fine. Go — you have a mission to complete."
The voice nodded and hopped into his car. He sped off, hot on Viper and Roxie's tail.
The person was curious to know if what Blue assumed about the two was accurate. Roxie hasn't been her cheerful and docile self. The man was ready and couldn't wait to find out the secret Viper, and Roxie kept from everyone. The man knew that what they were conspiring wasn't beneficial. Like Blue, he also had the feeling that it was about the gang, but the man wasn't sure why. Blue sensed that Roxie never liked the connection she had with the group and didn't want the two orphans living a dangerous life. Roxie had her regrets and perhaps didn't wish Viper and Ivory regretting anything. Red added that Roxie's rebellion may be toward Fox.
The man turned the corner and found the familiar car and smiled because the women didn't know that he was touting them; the man was excellent at sneaking around. The man was finally going to find out what Viper and Roxie were hiding. He felt a smirk crawl onto his face; he smelled victory.
The man was like a hawk, indeed.

Tags: #Scifi, #Romance, #Horror, and #Supernatural/Paranormal.
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I. Bonded

Ivory McKay and Viper Lehmann are two orphans who are kidnapped by New York City's most dangerous mafia gang. The leader has a reason why he is interested in these girls but holds many secrets that he keeps unanswered. When Ivory realizes Viper's true intentions of betraying the gang, she is stuck choosing a vicious gang and her only friend. Will Viper and Ivory be able to save themselves or will their flaws lead to their downfall? 

***
II. Double-Dealing

Since Viper’s bitter fate, the Blue Dragons no longer consider her a threat. First, everything flows smoothly, but things slowly go downhill when coincidental stories and bizarre information are gradually exposed. As Ivory is trusted more and witnesses a realistic mafia lifestyle, an unexpected deed throws everything off-track. When processing the truth, Ivory is one step closer in discovering her captivity. When Ivory faces near death situations, which side will she choose: will she choose Blue and the gang or rebel like her former best friend? 

(Serializing)

***

"What's this?"
　　"Rurouni Kenshin. Remembrance?"
　　Chu Yu, who often browses the information of various works on the earth plane in the system space, naturally knows the work of Rurouni Kenshin.
　　A work that can leave pen and ink in the history of earth comics, the complete Rurouni Kenshin exchange price in the system space is sky-high.
　　But if the words Rurouni Kenshin are followed by the words Remembrance, the situation is very different...
　　In other words, the work Chu Yu picked up this time is not a complete Rurouni Kenshin, it's just... just one of the chapters.
　　"I am so happy...I thought this system was finally a bit humane, but I didn't expect to dig a hole here and wait for me!"
　　Chu Yu stepped forward to the work of Rurouni Kenshin. As expected, only part of the chain wound on it was broken. Chu Yu reached out and touched the name of Rurouni Kenshin's work.
　　In the next second, a wonderful message came to Chu Yu's mind.
　　In the depths of consciousness, Chu Yu could see the plot of Rurouni Kenshin. Remembrance...
　　Soon, Chu Yu was also immersed in the depths of his consciousness reading the plot of the remembrance chapter...
　　Two hours later.
　　Chu Yu's consciousness recovered and returned to the real world.
　　There was a hint of shock and unforgettable expression in his eyes!
　　"So, is it such a work?"
　　Chu Yu's emotions are still calm at the end of the remembrance chapter, in the death of Xuedaiba.
　　The Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance obtained this time was a tragic chapter, and Chu Yu felt a little unable to come out after reading it.
　　In general, Chu Yu only feels this way when he sees truly outstanding works.
　　After a long time, Chu Yu calmed down.
　　As a person with many years of age, Chu Yu can basically tell the quality of a work.
　　Rurouni Kenshin does not mention the main story, but in terms of the quality of the remembrance story, he thinks it is undoubtedly a masterpiece.
　　And because it is the first work of the main story, I can understand it even if I haven't read the main story.
　　With these 80,000 world points, Chu Yu felt that he had drawn quite a lot of value!
　　The only problem is...
　　"Remembrance, only sixteen chapters!"
　　"Although it is twice as long as the Garden of Words, it is still a short story."
　　"It's a far cry from the medium length that Su Lu said serialized for at least half a year!"
　　Although the main story of Rurouni Kenshin is a full-length comic, Chu Yu does not think that he can earn the world points for the main story of Rurouni Kenshin by publishing the remembrance chapter.
　　The Garden of Words is an example. It is worth two million world points. It only gained more than 80,000 world points when it was serialized to the fifth episode. Even if the two words that have not yet been published can bring him Chu Yu also felt that he was far from the return of 2 million world points and the long-term benefits of this work.
　　Of course, the reason why the income is so low is also related to the published platform and the intensity of promotion...
　　"Oh, don't worry about it!" Chu Yu had a headache and couldn't think of a solution.
　　"It's already like this anyway, just bite the bullet!"
　　"Su Lu only said that the chances of serialization of short stories on the comics are small, and did not say that there is no chance at all."
　　Chu Yu shook his head and stopped thinking about this question.
　　Since he has already picked up this work, it is his most important question to restore it to this world as perfectly as possible.
　　Taking a deep breath, Chu Yu looked at the time.
　　It was still early, Su Lu said that he was asked to draw a new series of three paintings within two weeks. To be honest, this requirement is not harsh.
　　You should know that many cartoonists have to blast their livers every day when they just finish one manga a week.
　　Although the original manga is in Chu Yu's mind,
Chu Yu doesn't need to think too much about comic strips and plot creation, but simply restoring the work, depicting it in black, and pasting dotted paper are not simple things that can be accomplished.　　Moreover, Chu Yu is different now from when he painted the garden of Ye Zhiting. At that time, he had enough time to do these things every day during the summer vacation, but now he still has to go to school every day. To be honest, the time is really a little bit. compact.
　　But it's not impossible. It can only be said that it is inevitable to burst the liver.
　　Thinking of this, Chu Yu didn't waste time anymore, and went straight to the table where he drew comics, and began to draw the first three episodes of Rurouni Kenshin.
　　...
　　"Chu Yu..."
　　"Chu Yu..."
　　"Chu Yu!!!"
　　A majestic voice sounded in Chu Yu's ear.
　　Chu Yu in his sleep was like a cat that was frightened, and almost everyone jumped up.
　　Looking at the English teacher with a bad face in front of him, Chu Yu also felt embarrassed.
　　I fell asleep again!
　　"This week, this is the third time you have slept in my class!"
　　"Do you just want to listen to my lecture?"
　　The English teacher is a middle-aged woman in her forties. She talks a lot, but she is very serious about her students.
　　"Teacher, it's not that he doesn't want to listen to your class, he's the same in other classes this week!"
　　The classmates around kept booing...
　　After class, Chu Yuqiang worked hard, although he was still very sleepy.
　　Since last Wednesday he promised that Su Lu would fight for a serial seat on the comic, Chu Yu has not slept well for five consecutive days.
　　After returning home from get out of class every day, I picked up the paintbrush and worked hard until midnight. This week, I have been named by the teacher at least ten times if I couldn't afford to sleep in class alone.
　　If Chu Yu can continue to paint at this speed, then about a day or two before the serial meeting begins, Chu Yu should be able to finish the manuscript of the three chapters.
　　But judging from the current state, Chu Yu felt that if he kept the rhythm of sleeping for four hours a day, I am afraid that the body would really be unable to hold it.
　　...
　　Sitting in the front row, Qin Qianyu turned his head and looked at Chu Yu who was sitting on the seat tiredly, with a curious look on his face.
　　Qin Qianyu did not tell anyone about suspecting that Chu Yu was a well-known new cartoonist Shui Xin in Ming City.
　　After all, I only saw the manuscript of The Garden of Words in Chu Yu's desk box, and I didn't see Chu Yu painting on the spot, so the veracity of this guess is still uncertain.
　　However, Chu Yu's state this week made Qin Qianyu basically certain of his guess.
　　Although there are no people in the comics industry, Qin Qianyu, who loves to read comics, still knows some basic knowledge of him.
　　A page of comics has at least five or six sub-frames, and a manga has more than twenty pages, which means hundreds of sub-frames.
　　Finish the design of these storyboards in one week, and then draw them into the original paintings. After such a huge work is completed, post-post work such as post-posting of dotted paper and revisions, as well as normal school and school, dealing with the comics club. Handover.
　　If Chu Yu is really the author of The Garden of Words, then his current state is normal. uukanshu.com On the contrary, if Chu Yu was still laughing and joking like ordinary people all day, Qin Qianyu would really doubt his guess.
　　Qin Qianyu took out a few comic magazines from the table box, which were the comic journals of Cuttlefish Comics Club, Ink Shadow.
　　After suspecting that Chu Yu was the author of The Garden of Words, Qin Qianyu later went to it by himself and bought all the periodicals serialized on the ink shadow of The Garden of Words.
　　I don't know if it's the psychological effect that this work is really about Qin Qianyu's heart. At least last week, I finished the serialization of The Garden of Words to the present. During this week, Qin Qianyu has repeatedly watched the Garden of Words. More than three times.
　　Now she is looking forward to the plot of the sixth episode of The Garden of Words released by Ink Shadow on Wednesday...
　　I seem to have become a fan of comics for my classmates.
　　Thinking of this, Qin Qianyu felt a little funny and interesting.
　　She silently retracted her attention from Chu Yu.
　　....
　　In the evening, Chu Yu bought three cans of Red Bull and three cans of coffee. Tonight is another fighting night.
　　But when it was only eight o'clock, Chu Yu heard a knock on his door.
　　Who!
　　Chu Yu put down the pen in his hand.
　　open the door.
　　"Dangdangdangdang!"
　　Outside the door, Su Lu looked at Chu Yu with an expression that you didn't expect it to be me.
　　"What are you doing?" Chu Yu said.
　　"Why, what you said, I am your editor, isn't it normal to come and visit you?"
　　"And didn't you say last week that you would participate in next week's comic series seat competition? So I came here to see how your work is progressing!"

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　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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Have you ever wanted to chill out and enjoy your daily life? Well if you do you're not going to find it in today's spotlight, because we will be covering a rambunctious romp called in Security by Bea.R!

Author 

In security is a team effort between Bea.R and her spouse "Mr Husband." They are one of the more hardworking pairs as apparently they've been working on the series nonstop for 4 years straight before getting a real break. For those of you who want to know their mostly hand-drawn process here it is.

Mr. Husband draws rough sketches on full-size sheets of paper, based on the ideas they've come up with.

Bea uses a lightbox built into her drawing table so she can transfer the roughs into more refined drawings on paper laid on top of the roughs.

Any changes Bea makes are discussed for approval or revision.

Bea makes a new drawing using finer graphite pencils.

Mr. Husband draws in the final lines using Nib pens and black india waterproof ink.

Halftones are applied, final cleanup is performed, and other elements that are prepared separately may be pasted onto the page.

Summary 


Follow the anything from benign adventures of the 2 eccentric newlyweds Sam and Sedine as they have to deal with their equally crazy neighbors in adventures that will tear up the town. 


Sam: Our heavenly husband, Sam is a security officer that is often friendly, passive, low maintenance and somewhat mischievous. He might not always show it but he does love his wife Sedine dearly and provides for her in terms of his job as a security guard. 


Sedine: Put simply, Sedine is a clumped up whirlwind that loves Sam with all of her heart. She is energetic, flirtatious, arrogant, crazy, violent,childish and possessive. And Sam wouldn't have it any other way. 


Roy: Sedine's ever loving cousin, Roy is also a childish,mischievous  and eccentric family man who hangs out with Sam as they share the same job. While he can be pretty possessive of his things and let his mind wander he's never afraid to humor his own children and show them a good time. 


Ellie: Sam's former lover, Ellie is a bit of a dimwit and airhead which leads her to trouble. She can also be rather picky when it comes to her men but she is a nice woman at heart. 


Hubbs: An aggressive and hulky brute of a man Hubbs is a hopeless romantic at heart. 


Overview


In the short time I've read In security I've become absolutely obsessed with Bea.R's artwork. Just seeing Sam and Sedine alone radiates a mix between funny old fashioned comic strips and manga which creates beautiful yet entertaining illustrations, especially when in color. Seriously, the bonus art is amazing. Overall this series is also the epitome of daily bit sized fun given it's routine updates. 


The combination of over the top expressions and snark makes the character's interactions all the more fun. Speaking of the cast I've got to say that out of all the couple slice of life webtoons this is the best I've seen in terms of its overall cast. Every character in this gets massive screen time so it never feels like Sam and Sedine run the show which is more than I can say with other webtoons of the like (Small World especially) . Another aspect that I like about the cast is not only the fact that they rebound off each other constantly but also the fact that they aren't perfect characters, just entertaining ones with their own insecurities. They can be incredibly flawed and mean-spirited to each other but with how cranked up everything is it never comes off as unenjoyable.  To break up any staleness to the scene the series has a soft continuity in which characters will reference small events that will carry over while still having fun original adventures. You can read something from chapter 1 to 1082 and still have something to enjoy as I read around. 


Epilogue 


Overall In security from the name alone is an amazingly bingeable slice of life that deserves to reign supreme on Canvas. And between their book and Mr.Husbands' youtube channel the series is bound to gain more popularity. I'll be reviewing Bea.R's other webtoon soon enough, but in the meantime let's see where the spotlight takes us next.

Just a simple person is trying to shine a little light on the beautiful world of webtoon. With a splash of sarcasm, narration, and spitfire along the way.  And who knows I might have other segments just for the hell of it.

Raymond Bundi is a person who loves doing art in general, among them being: drawing comic strips, motivational and creative book writing, carving and composing music. He is strong to serve and has a bachelor of science degree in Eco-tourism and Hospitality Management which he was awarded on 9th December 2016 after completing his four year studies at Egerton University, Njoro Campus, Kenya. Deva Cathu's Mythos is his first published short story. 
His email address is bundiray27@gmail.com

This super-short-story is about a deity named Cathu, His creation, and the trials of His creation in its journey to becoming a perfected image of its creator. The story borrows its deeper meaning from the mythologies of Indian, Norse, Greek, Egyptian, Hebrew and Sumerian scriptures. It has derived its imagery from comic books made by Marvel and Detective Comics companies.

Pusheen is a female cartoon cat who is the subject of codmic strips and sticker sets on Facebook. Pusheen was created in 2010 by Claire Belton and Andrew Duff for a comic strip on their website, Everyday Cute.

On the official Pusheen website Pusheen is described as being a female domestic shorthair which is grey and tabby. The original comic strip series included characters modeled after Belton, Duff, their dog named Care, and Pusheen, a chubby grey tabby cat based on Belton's cat that now lives with her parents in Oregon. Pusheen's name stems from the word puisín, which means kitten in Irish. Pusheen is sometimes seen with her sister, Stormy. Occasionally Pusheen and Stormy are drawn in different themes, such as Pusheenasarus Rex, where Pusheen is a dinosaur and Stormy is in a dinosaur egg.

Pusheen has become well known for appearing in Sticker sets on Facebook, which are images that can be attached to personal messages or comments. The feature, including a set of Pusheen stickers, was introduced to iOS in April 2013, and added to the main website in July of the same year. In an article for PC Magazine on emoji and unicode, Sascha Segan referred to Pusheen as Facebook's "proprietary emoji", being used as a form of Vendor lock-in.

In April 2017, the Pusheen Corporation acquired office space in the Park Ridge suburb of Chicago. The offices are used as a workspace for artists and photographers.

Pusheen is an example of the popularity of Cat's on the internet. An exhibition at the New York City Museum of the moving image examined the phenomenon, highlighting Pusheen alongside other celebrity cats such as Grumpy cat and Oil Bub. The Facebook page for Pusheen has over 9.4 million fans as of July 2017. The brand has expanded with merchandise including an app. Pusheen has expanded and moved beyond just Facebook and now takes part in multiple social media platforms such as: Instagram, Pinterest, and Twitter. This cartoon cat also has many fan pages within the platforms and blogs dedicated to celebrating the comic. Its popularity has even allowed the Pusheen Corp to create an app that is an expansion of their sticker collection that started on Facebook. Within each social media account that is officially owned by the creators of Pusheen the cat has gained over a million followers and counting. Due to this rise in popularity the company has started releasing GIFs on their website several times a month.

The Pusheen corporation started selling Pusheen merchandise after the popularity of the cat took off in July 2010. The first Pusheen merchandising was sold on the Everyday Cute website as a charm keychain, and necklace. From there the Merchandising expanded and now Pusheen Corp have teamed up with many brands to create and sell merchandise in stores such as Barnes & Noble, Hot Topic, and Petco. They have even expanded their merchandising to the website Hey Chickadee with merchandise collections dedicated to the cartoon cat, which range from plush toys by manufacturer Gund, clothing, accessories, knick-knacks, and much more. They even have a quarterly subscription box (which is a popular trend within online shopping) that is filled with Pusheen Products.

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