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it was strider birthday yesterday so im dropping some homestuck graffitis i found in a city i visited to commemorate

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deedle

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This fuckin guy

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[original image below the cut]

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DAY 18 - jack-o'-lantern

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Fuck it. So many of you asked for this so I’m delivering. English Willy part 2. Enjoy

(part 1)

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DEATH SHROUD 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO!

The community response to Death Shroud was SO HUGE that we're doing it again! This December we'll be doing another Old Time Radio night for charity called, "Diamond City Radio: Holiday Spectacular".

It'll be the kind of block of programming you'd hear during the golden age of radio, standalone shows, commercials, sketches, musical performances. All to benefit the kids of St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital.

Wes Johnson is confirmed for "The Silver Shroud: The Krampus Nacht Affair"

Stephen Russell and Aeric Azana (Charlie) are confirmed for "Who Killed Claus?: A Nick Valentine Mystery"

This will be LOADS of fun.

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can someone invoke the imagery with me

#LITERALLY HAHAHAHAHH

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2 for the artist ask game!

2. 5 favourites of your own work?

oh god i don't want to repost those faux watercolours i've reposted a million bajillion times but it has to be those. i just think they're a lot of fun to do and i like the effect, and i associate them heavily with positive feelings of improvement

in the interest of sharing something at least vaguely newish i'm also reposting this one. it's unfinished but i like his small yet knowing eyes

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post-timeskip nick. unfortunately his trip to acadia is turning into a 'using your own intestinal wiring as an arm sling' kind of week

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part of the joy of dead woman walking for me is i get to dip into stephen king type stuff with the spooky maine Fog but nick as a character absolutely refuses to engage with it. there's a part where there's a horrible something furling around in a lobster cage and nick says no. absolutely the hell not. and walks in the other direction. not my genre not my problem

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THIS IS THE FUNNIEST PHOTO HE LOOKS PISSED

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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Coursers are not a lost cause! I’m still sad at the fact you can’t get X6-88 to leave the Institute and explore his own identity because there are glimpses of him “acting out” like during the affinity talks he speaks with more emotion because he feels safe around you (unless you tell him to stop it lmao). You can’t tell me that he wholeheartedly believes he’s just a machine made to serve and even if he does, I know that boy still wants to be respected by Father and the scientists (I like to think the people there annoy him lol). When he finally idolizes the player, I bet he could care less about the Institute and their goals, but Bethesda didn’t want to expand on it

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The courser coat design is the worst, most evil thing ever done by the Institute

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i'm glad i got to share one of the goofiest jokes in the whole thing. from the convo where they're talking about DiMA and his computers

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Meta is trying so hard not to laugh