the mayor of god damned halloween town, huh. ok.

whitewood sits at a table with his head resting on his hand, looking a little dejected. he's thinking, ''how can i communicate what whitewood and starling are without compromising the meaning?'' there's also a little thought bubble of a dreidel spinning to show its different faces. he's suddenly hit with a thought that shocks him. a big thought bubble appears with the mayor of halloween town from the movie the nightmare before christmas inside of it. whitewood reacts to it with, ''THIS FUCKING GUY????'' in the next panel, he looks completely exhausted and says to himself, ''nevermind. it doesn't matter.'' and throws away the comparison between himself and the character.


october 12, 2025

i was originally not going to post his because of how stupid it makes me feel, but the sad thing is that it IS the closest representation of how i feel about my identity that exists in fiction. it's not exactly what's going on, but it's close enough for you to understand what i'm getting at.

it's slightly humiliating.

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