INKtober Day 26-DR NAZO

So, uh... I tried making a trope page for my Golden Bat fanfic to help get the word out, but said tropes page sucks, so if anyone would like me out I'd be very grateful:

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The Secret Of The Golden Bat - TV Tropes

"The Secret of the Golden Bat" is a fanfic based on the Japanese cult classic kamishibai character Golden Bat, who tends to be rather obscur

Whoever wrote Rick's Multiversus dialogue did a good job capturing his snarkiness without overdoing it. Somebody on Twitter said he wasn't mean enough, but...eh. I liked how he had positive interactions with some of the characters, especially The Powerpuff Girls. Constantly reaming all the other characters and the player would've gotten old.

ethics of making AI images aside, I do find a bit amusing the kinds of sob stories and mental gymnastics people make up to pretend like drawing is this super technical skill with an impossibly high barrier of entry when its like one of the first hobbies toddlers pick up

suddenly a lot of people think they got the next Lord of the Rings in their head but they were never able to turn their stories into anything tangible because the evil elitist artists are hogging all the talent and skill and they need a bajilion years of training or something as if one of the most popular manga and anime of the past decade wasn't made by a guy that draws like this

the most life-changing customer i’ve ever had at work was a guy who came up to me and my coworker when we were at cash and said ‘hey kids…. wanna see something?’

and I said sure because why the fuck not, i’m here for a good time not a long time, and this motherfucker pulled a railroad spike out of his pocket.

A GODDAMN

ANTIQUE

RAILROAD

SPIKE

It was a fucking foot long chunk of steel that weighed about five pounds on its own so i was like ‘huh….. neat’

and he said ‘wait. there’s more’ and he took out a screwdriver. inlaid into the head of the spike. ‘things aren’t always as they appear’ he said as he unscrewed the bit and pulled out of this goddamn railroad spike

a statue

a tiny, tiny golden statue stood on the base of this flathead screw. it was a tiny golden man standing next to a tiny golden flower with gemstones in the petals. the whole thing was smaller than my thumbnail is tall. it was detailed enough that the tiny man had facial features. it was amazing.

‘oh my god,’ i said. ‘how long did it take you to make that?’

‘here’s a word of advice,’ he said, ‘never answer that question when people ask it. it devalues your work. you’ll get faster and better at things, and be able to make more art in less time. they don’t need to know about the process, just the product’.

and he left and that’s the one artistic piece of advice i definitely wanna hold to.

don’t tell people how long it takes to make shit.

🆂🆃🅰🆁🆅🅰🆃🅸🅾🅽 ⚰

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“but EVERYTHING is chemicals!!”

that’s not what it means and you fucking know it. stop putting weird shit in food.