I’m not going to repost this separately, I’m just going to reblog it from my RP account
Same portfolio artwork in progress….Base colors down.
THERE ARE 64 LAYERS IN THE COLORS ALONE. ಠ_ಠ 64. Fucking. Layers. (And there are no glows or texture overlays yet.)
I expect my computer to crash while trying to color this, I really do.
reaperadela replied to your post: .
I beg your pardon, stop right there.((I am tho))
You are not |:
I beg to claim I am the shittier roleplayer, abide the fact I RP a different character.
>Find a fanfic maybe worth reading
>At first: A few grammatical errors, nothing too bad.
>Third paragraph in: SO MANY GODDAMN ERRORS THAT IT’S PAINFUL TO READ
>Read it anyways because there’s only a few fanfics of your OTP
>Dear OTP:
So yesterday, at the Homestuck meetup in Richardson Texas, we had A TON of fun.
We got to take tons of pictures, chat with other homestucks in cosplay, shared so much Faygo I’m sure our teeth will rot out, and just had a great time!
Sure, plenty of people stood around gawking and just being confused. Including one man who literally followed us around the park and started to worry quite a few of us. But it was still really fun!
And then…
Toward the end of the meet, we started playing Red Rover. For those of you who don’t know what Red Rover is, I’ll explain it quickly:
Two teams form a line and hold hands. The teams take turns yelling “Red Rover, Red Rover, send _____ on over!” And who ever is called will run over and try as hard as they can to break the grip of two people in the line. If they break through, they bring someone back to their own line. If they fail, they are captured and join hands with the team who called them.
After thirty minutes or so, three small children wander over to our Sufferer cosplayer and ask what we are doing. The Sufferer cosplayer explains the game and the children ask to play. “Sure!” Hailee, Kayla, and Truck (He was pretty shy and he wanted his name to be Truck, because he liked trucks.) We commenced playing, being especially mindful to let the kids break our line whenever they tried and let them pick who they wanted to bring back.
After a while, we finished the game and myself (I am the Dave closest to the camera), the Sufferer and John (The only John there ha ha!) went over to the kids. Hailee, the eldest I think, asked the Sufferer “Who are you?” “Well… I am an alien, seeking peace among my people.” She smiled and hugged him and ran off to excitedly tell her mom. I gave truck a high five and he dashed away elsewhere to play more.
And then Kayla, the middle eldest, kept glancing at me. I was a little concerned that I might have frightened her, since I had my red contacts in, but I was certain that I had kept my shades on the whole time so I wouldn’t scare the kids. Slowly, she made her was over to me and took my hand. “You’re…. you’re really tall.” And then she hugged me. It was the cutest thing ever and I just about died. She got hugs from myself, John and the Sufferer before she ran off to play. Her parents thanked us for letting them play and told us they hoped we had a lot of fun.
So
moral of the story is:
Yes, Homestucks are horrible people, who act like complete assholish morons, who can’t get along with others, who wear shitty cosplays and ruin everything. Oh and we eat babies too.
Oops, Paradox has lines through her boobs again.
Work-in-progress of a portfolio artwork. (Same one I posted a WIP of earlier, only focusing on the part with Vincent in it.)
