Wings - A Webcomic By Hathor

Sup. Here are some things about me:

I am Hathor, author of this comic. Bow to me.

I'm 19 and a sophomore in college, majoring in… something. I don't really know yet. I have many ideas, not many of which combine easily.

I've always felt the letter A and the colour red were connected somehow. Like, all A's should be red or something.

I really hate it when people think that frumpy clothing = "vintage."

I beek my nose when I'm thinking.

It really bothers me when people ask "So what kind of music/movies/books do you listen to/like watching/read?" because I feel that if I could answer in a few words I would have rather shallow tastes.

I use one heck of a lot of hand sanitizer.

I like cute, pretty and/or shiny things, but feel guilty buying them because there are people in the world who don't have food or clothing or shelter. Thus I have a policy that whatever amount of money I spend on things that I don't really need I also donate to those less fortunate than me. I think that if every at-least-somewhat-well-to-do person in America would adopt this policy the world would be a much healthier place.

I bruise easily.

Sometimes I think I'm a pretty cool person. Please don't argue with me on that, because I will smite you with something slimy or hot. And then... I will cry.

I bite people.

My policy and motto is "Challenge everything." I question everything I am and believe on a regular basis (and that of others, though in a different way); otherwise I wouldn't feel justified being and believing what I am and do. It bothers me, therefore, when people assume I'm brainwashed, or following trends, or just going with the flow, or anything like that in the choices I make and the opinions I have.

Je suis végétarienne.

I laugh really hard whenever "fancy" is in the title of foods. Like "Fancy Trail-Mix" or "Fancy Ketchup." Or "Fancy Feast."

I hate washing my hands, but I love letting my hands get obscenely dirty so that when I do wash them I can see the grime oozing off.

Rats are one of the best things in the world. But the hairless ones kinda freak me out, to be honest.

My favourite flower is jasmine.

I don't like unnecessary noise. Like, loud-music-kinds of things are fine, but when people tap their pencils or slam doors or talk to each other louder than is really required I get pretty piss-ed off.

I hate bedsheets.

I would love your feedback on Wings. It's the first real project I've ever done. Contact me here.

About Wings

The ideas for Wings began floating into my head in 7th grade, I think, but began to be relevant to each other the next school year, particularly in the gym class I was in during the first semester. I’ve always been a very self-conscious person and I hate being looked at; thus, gym classes were always hell for me. Middle school in general was hell for me, really. So I escaped into my head and made my situation into something cooler, generally involving magic powers and the girls who do look good in sweats dying or being rescued by a geeky and slightly dumpy girl like me. =)

Anyway, in this gym class were two people off of whom I based Kaida and Brady, though, as they always do, the characters have evolved away from their original selves. Kaida’s family probably resembles that of my 8th grade friend more than she does now, really. And I can’t say I ever knew my 8th grade crush that well, so I honestly don’t know how similar he and Brady are or were, besides hair length. Though I think the real hairs were already developing into dreadlocks at that point. For which I was heartily made fun of, because apparently I couldn’t have a crush on a guy with dreads? And then I was pressured into doing some things that still embarrass me because my friends found my crush so amusing. (He is to this day one of the most physically attractive people I have ever seen.)

So yeah, two people based off two people from gym class. My Social Studies teacher was also inspirational in many ways. I liked her a lot, and a pretty, single, young teacher is always a good character. I always wished that we could be closer, but I wasn’t really mature or confident enough to allow more than a somewhat-close student/teacher relationship. So that was vented into the story as well.

I drew many ideas and scenes throughout 8th grade. Some of that art I’m still surprised is so good, but most of it I’ve discarded. I redrew the first scene a few times that year, but finally put the whole thing away, probably in a fit of self-loathing (the whole "everything I do is worthless, why bother trying?" attitude). I thought about it several times over the next four years, and pulled it out again this last summer. I inked the last sketch of the first scene I had done, just to see how it would look, and redid a page or two, and was amazed how much I enjoyed it. I’m still not entirely sure I like the way it looks, but it was a start, right?

I had told my sister about my thoughts back in middle school, and when I told her I was thinking of taking it back up she was pretty enthusiastic, which was really the deciding factor that made me decide to do it in earnest. Or... in semi-earnest, anyway. So she deserves a whole lot of credit for the project. Especially as she’s the one who powers the site (I just provide content), and she’s been my inspiration, support, and/or almighty giver-of-feedback for so much of the work I’ve done throughout my life. She’s pretty much amazing =)

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