Art style's been going through some weird growing pains, but-... I have a new Emotional Support Bastard thanks to Terry Pratchett and I felt like drawing glitter
Done in 2 hours and a bit. Never let me use clean lines and painting in the same picture again...
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NEITHER RAIN NOR SNOW NOR GLO M OF NI T CAN STAY THESE MES ENGERS ABO T THEIR DUTY.
DONT ARSK US ABOUT: rocks troll's with sticks All sorts of dragons Mrs. Cake Huje green things with teeth Any kinds of black dogs with orange eyebrows Rains of spaniel's. fog.
Mrs. Cake
The Proud Motto of the Post Office
Going Postal, Terry Pratchett
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who is mrs. cake
‘The Post Office Was Once A Proud Institution,’ said Mr Pump.
‘And that stuff?’ Moist pointed. On a board much further down the building, in peeling paint, were the less heroic words:
DONT ARSK US ABOUT:
rocks
troll’s with sticks
All sorts of dragons
Mrs Cake
Huje green things with teeth
Any kinds of black dogs with orange eyebrows
Rains of spaniel’s
fog
Mrs Cake
‘I Said It Was A Proud Institution,’ the golem rumbled.
‘Who’s Mrs Cake?’
‘I Regret I Cannot Assist You There, Mr Lipvig.’
‘They seem pretty frightened of her.’
‘So It Appears, Mr Lipvig.’
Going Postal, Terry Pratchett
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In a band all along the top of the frontage, staining the stone in greens and browns, some words had been set in letters of bronze:
“NEITHER RAIN NOR SNOW NOR GLO M OF NI T CAN STAY THESE MES ENGERS ABO T THEIR DUTY,” Moist read aloud. “What the hell does that mean?”
“The Post Office Was Once A Proud Institution,” said Mr. Pump.
“And that stuff?” Moist pointed. On a board much further down the building, in peeling paint, were the less heroic words:
DONT ARSK US ABOUT:
rocks
trolls with sticks
All sorts of dragons
Mrs cake
Huje green things with teeth
Any kinds of black dogs with orange eyebrows
Rains of spaniels
Fog
Mrs. Cake
“I Said It Was A Proud Institution,” the golem rumbled.
-- it’s been like this for a while | Terry Pratchett, Going Postal
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Hello Sir, I am a different anonymous correpondant and I am not about kissing you today, but rather I suggest you ask yourself why it is that Mr. Lascelles prevails upon you to dismiss Mr. Childermass. Would a true friend insist upon this? I say no.
Oh! Mr Lascelles is concerned with my reputation. It is the act of a friend - merely a slightly misguided one. He is concerned that Childermass is not respectable. Which is perfectly true, of course. To the best of my knowledge, Childermass has no desire to be respectable. But he is very competent in his duties. I could not do without him.
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i only recently discovered your blog, but you're fabulous!
Thank you so much! You are very kind.
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