my goal in life is to not-so-subtly coax every artist i like into drawing pixels.
"what’s that? you don’t know what to draw? well, have you tried drawing some pixel art yet?"
"let me just casually offer you some pixeling tips with absolutely no ulterior motives!"
"gee, it sure has been a while since you’ve drawn some pixels! maybe you should consider drawing some more sometime!"
oh man, i just realized how useful Sculptris is if you’re a homestuck artist.
this was just a real quick thing i made.
not really aiming for super accuracy here.
but, if you look.
all of that time spent worrying about the angle and placement of the horns when drawing trolls.
because it’s not exactly easy to find references of people with horns. especially if they are crazily shaped like a lot of the horns in homestuck tend to be.
it may not exactly be perfect, but it’s a whole lot better than nothing.
also, i’m reeeeally not the best person to offer an example, but i can guarantee you that this doodle would’ve taken me a LOT longer to draw without the ref.
sorry if someone already made a post or something about Sculptris being useful for homestucks specifically. i’m just excited about this, and thought that i should share.
Perfect Little Freaks <— ao3 link
Act 1 - shit, lets be parents.
Act 1 Act 1 - you owe me fifty bucks and a case of beer
In retrospect, he had no idea how the fluorescent lighting hadn’t woken him before the kick in the stomach. It wasn’t a particularly hard kick but it was enough to rouse him into the world of the living once again, to bring him into a state of consciousness where he was able to ignore the punch to the bicep that followed. He counted to ten before attempting to roll over.
"I’m in charge and I say that it’s time to wake up," came a voice, soft but determined. Did he dare open an eye and give away his only advantage in this situation? If he ignored her long enough, she might think he was still asleep. He hadn’t given any sign of being awake. Maybe he could get another few hours in and make it up to her later. He chanced rolling over onto his stomach - a large shift for someone who was supposed to be asleep - and buried his face in a pillow. "Wake up!" The voice was more insistent this time, had risen a pitch or two in the few moments that had passed since the previous request. Just wait, he thought, hold out a little longer and you’ll win this.
"a derse family au where mom lalonde is bro strider’s older sister and due to shenanigans in the 90s they’re attempting to raise both rose and dave as lalondes."
Can i get a ‘hell yeah’ for domestic fics?
I just realized that I never posted my GBL panel by itself.
i feel so proud that i knew that was about tosoth immediately but at the same time im having war flashbacks to it now and it is simply the worst fucki g thing omg