I think it’s vital for any artist, authenticity, specially these days people can see through it, so i think you’re better off just being honest and real. a take me or leave me kind of thing
HAPPY30THBIRTHDAYLOUISTOMLINSON Born December 24, 1991
Hi there!So uhh being a classical music nerd,I recently discovered your page and I find it absolutely hilarious!I’m also an amateur artist and I just wanted to share with you an animatic I’ve done based on your “Who broke it” post.I hope this is decent enough haha
“…And the thing that obviously helps [getting into character] is the costumes—what was that like? Was it quite hard to actually get into those costumes?” (x)
Happy Homestuck Day, here’s my favorite story about spotting a Homestuck in the wild.
So my actual job-job is scientific illustration specializing in Botanical Illusation, (or it was until 2018 when I got run over by a Karen while taking out the trash but that’s a different story) and sometimes I go to Gallery showings, and there was one gallery exhibition hosted my my school that taught me Botanical Illustration.
It’s a nice event and a typical gallery event- box wine, little cubes of cheese, exchanging of business cards etc. I’m going around the gallery, going Ooh-Ah at everyone’s technique and compositional choices, until I get to one peice that’s a phylogenetic tree of ancient water plants, with tweleve branches… colored in the hemospectrum.
Now, most scientific illustrators are 60+ because a lot of people get into it after they retire. It’s not uncommon for me to be the only person under 50 at these events, unless Maryanne, the other Millenial in the Botanical Illustration program is there. So this little Artistic Homage is going entirely unoticed until I walk up.
Sure enough, it’s by Maryanne.
And sure enough, Maryanne chooses that moment to walk up and say Hi, and I swivel around like a goddamn owl to face her, point at her cladistics tree and make the 8D face.
She immediately blanches.
Unfortunately, the head of our program sees, and sensing chicanery, demands “WHAT IS HAPPENING.” Prof. Mervi is an extremely direct Finnish woman and I love her so much.
So I have a hot second to explain this.
“Maryanne’s color choices are a reference to a Popular Novel, and it’s really brilliant because the colors represent a hierarchy in the story, and she’s arranged them so the hierarchy is reflected in the order of the Clades, with the highest-ranking color corresponding to the oldest clades. The highest-ranked members of the color are also the oldest members of the fictional society. It’s a nice little cultural homage for us Young People.”
Maryanne is relieved.
“Oh!” Mervi is pleased. “What is this book called?”
Maryanne is No Longer Relieved.
“It’s an online comic book.” I say.
“Yes, but what is the title?”
Maryanne is attempting to develop lazerbeam eyes so she can melt my brains before I intrduce our beloved professor to the weirdest thing 2015 had to offer.
“It’s called Homestuck.” You don’t lie to Mervi. She can sense lies the way a shark senses blood in the water.
“That is a very strange title.”
“It’s a very strange webcomic.”
This appeased Mervi and she went off to schmooze elsewhere.
“She’s going to look it up.” Maryanne says, terrifed.
“I garuntee she’s seen weirder stuff than Homestuck.”
The event ends, I go home and manage to forget this entirely, until my next class three months later. Mervi has come into class and is looking at everyone’s works in progress, which is perfectly normal, until she gets to the table Maryanne and I are sitting at and she opens her briefcase, takes out a manilla folder like it’s full of Classified information, and opens it up to reveal a printout of a screenshot of one of the most recent pages.
“This man is an exceptionally accomplished digital artist.” Said Mervi. “The quality of his work has improved immensely in a very short period of time.”
“Yeah Hussie is pretty great!” yelps Maryanne.
“You know him?” Mervi asks. “Do you think he’d be interested in being a guest lecturer?”
“I mean like, not personally?” Said Maryanne. “But he’s uh. He’s a pretty busy guy.”
“You should send him an email anyway!” I say. “The worst he can say is No.”
“Do you think people would be interested in seeing him lecture?” mervi asked.
“Yeah I’m pretty sure if Andrew Hussie gave a lecture here it’d be pretty popular.” I said. Maryanne is slowly imploding beside me.
“Hm. I will send him an Email.” Said Mervi.
Unfortunately, Mr. Hussie never replied, but Maryanne and I are still friends.
***
(If you found this story funny, I can’t work as an illustrator due to aforementioned Hit-And-Run, so if you wanted to leave me a Ko-Fi or subscribe to my Patreon for more funny stories, I’d be extremely grateful)
somebody called ben shapiro a bozo to his face. great fucking day
actually their exact words were “you sound like a bozo, bro. and you get no pussy, and you can’t even make your wife wet, bro, so what’s good” GREAT great day
There’s a saying in Ishgard that all roads lead to Halone and, perhaps, there was some truth in that adage. For, on this late evening in particular, one of her flock stumbled from the tavern, into the streets of the city, and eventually found himself in Her house.
He entered the Cathedral and slumped onto one of the massive oak benches that sat sentinel on either side of another door. Beyond stood row upon row of empty pews, like soldiers in a wooden army. The sleep he so desperately needed eluded him, however, and he found himself lost in the river of his own thoughts.
Then stay and burn with the rest.
Raven pressed the heels of his palms against the sockets of his stinging eyes. "Stop,“ he said to himself. Against the tears that threatened to breech the tired lids of his eyes? Or the memory of his own words that echoed in the cavern of his mind. Words spoken on this night, some years ago. The last words his father would ever hear from his son.
Then stay and burn with the rest
“STOP, DAMMIT!” he hissed, shoving himself to his feet a little too quickly. He stumbled into a candle stand, knocking it to the marble floor with a violent clatter, sending half-spent candles rolling until stopped by their own melting wax. Like a ship at sea, he listed back and forth and watched their flames flicker and carve through the white wax, gathering it into pools against the cold floor. Raven sagged and finally sank to his knees before the mess of bent iron and untended flames.
Then stay
“Please…”
and burn with the rest
Unbidden, the tears finally came in great sobs. He sagged backwards against the unyielding wood of the bench and spread his arms along it’s seat and peered upward through hazy eyes at the visage of the Fury that adorned the stained glass window above the door. A glow, warm at first, and then all consuming and furious, lit her from behind and shone down, lending a divine aura to the crumbled form of the knight.
He squinted in defiance against the light. “No,” he growled. “It’s not your sin to forgive.” As if in answer, the sun moved upon its natural course and left the window dim with overcast, morning light. Raven closed his eyes against the sparks that dazzled his vision and fell into an uneasy sleep.
Rules: Take your sims/ocs and assign them a song that fits their character to make a little playlist for your characters. Post yours and tag as many people as you’d like :)
Thanks for the tag @aniraklova.. this took far too long x.x
Edit: I made the assumption that as I left the original posters name on the photo and the fact it is a photo people could deduce that it was not my own.
I found this image on Pinterest and thought it would be helpful, I attempted to find the original to reblog but the name @ceebycee does not come up when I search it and I was unable to find the original.
I do not claim this is my post and I am not trying to steal someone else’s just thought that it could be helpful.
I’m sorry if I have caused any issues or offend anyone in sharing this information.
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