Artistique Passionne

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aexpensiveknives‌:

@artefuquer

[You land directly on one of their heads as you jump down from the window you were in. At this point you were far worse for wear than this morning, but apparently you were too busy playing hero to relax too much. The spear you had borrowed is an excellent weapon, and since you were an expert with most weapons, you drove it through two of the shambling assholes you’ve been dealing with for a while.]

what are you doing? * pick up something * go for their heads *|

[You looked horrible. You were sweating and covered in your own olive blood and bandages. Not really the perfect example of someone to listen to.]

You’ve never felt such a rush as you fight off the undead bastards. You’ve been using whatever you can find lying around -- sticks, mostly, though those break after a couple hits. You found a dented metal bat, and that works a lot better. It’s currently stashed in your bag, but more of the Shamblers have appeared, so you guess it’s time to whip it out.

“Already on it,” you say with a wink at the olive blood who’s apparently been stabbing left and right. She’s a mess, but she’s also probably the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen. You never thought olive was a particularly interesting color, but against her pale grey skin, it’s stunning. As an artist, you can’t help but stare for just a moment. 

But this unfamiliar troll probably shouldn’t be the only one doing work around here, so you smash a few skulls together. Hopefully, it does enough damage to keep the fuckers down. You wish you had that giant wannabe-subjuggulator club. That thing was fun to swing around.

“You’re quite skilled at this,” you say between swings. “I’m honestly impressed, which doesn’t happen oftene.”

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there’s that BIG SHOT CERULEAN you’ve heard so much about in the news. admittedly, you’re not the type to kiss PURPLE ASS, but you can see why she’d want to do it. makes her seem BLUER than she actually is. not that her art is bad in any way; but you can tell when someone’s got the intention to PANDER.

MALLEK: hey four eyes; MALLEK: looks like everyone in outglut = here; even a big name like yourself;

— @artefuquer

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You really do love being recognized. Such a thing happens less often than you’d like now that you’re surrounded by aliens, so you really do appreciate the cerulean stranger’s admission that you’re pretty hot shit back home. So, you’re in a pretty good mood, and you dig this guy’s vibe.

“I suppose so.” You wink.

“So, it seems that you’re familiare with my worke? I’ve been trying to pursue my artistique endeavors here, thoughe having to rebuilde my reputationne has been such a paine.”

As an afterthought, you add, “Well, you knowe who I am. Who’re you?”

Let it never be said that you’re not charming and polite. 

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mugjustice‌:

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She’s fucking with you. Which is fun and all, but not what you were hoping for. Still, you guess you’ll go along for now.

“Oh, I see.”

You’re still standing uncomfortably close to her, you realize, and you decide that personal space is overrated.

“I’ve hearde that bloode is very good for the skin, though only rainbowe-drinkers actually like the taste. I’ve also hearde it makes very good painte, though I haven’t yet tested that theory.”

You flash her what you hope comes across as a suitably conspiratorial wink.

{You’re entirely unperturbed by the lack of personal space. You don’t even try to move away. You just let this happen.}

yeah, it does wwwwonders

i’mmmm sure you can tell just by looking at my stunning commmmplexion 

thankfully, the bleaching concoction dammmmpers the shit taste

i’mmmm not mmmmuch of an artist, so i can’t say anything about paint

{You casually let that part of the conversation drop. You’ve also heard about people draining others to use their blood as paint, and you’d rather not promote the idea.}

unrelated to bodily mmmmutilation, but on the topic of art

mmmmy mmmmatesprit is a big fan of your wwwwebcommmmic

{Nice segue. Maybe complimenting her will get her to chill the fuck out.}

could i get your autograph for her

“Like I said, I haven’t tried it as painte, but it’s all the rage in certaine chittr circles.”

She’s pretty unflappable. Completely unable to be flapped. You’re starting to wonder if the rumors were all a bunch of bullshit.

Either way, she’s still pretty chill. 

And you’re not going to lie, when she drops that line about her matesprit being a fan? You eat that shit up. You’ve been away from your fanbase for too long, and you’re not ashamed to admit that you love the praise and attention. Hey, that’s why people do art, right?

“Oh, I’m so happy to hear that! Here, let me juste grab a pen.”

You smile, more genuine this time. 

“What would you like me to write? I coulde even draw something for her if you like -- for an extra charge, of course.”

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cirwave‌:

artefuquer‌:

You’re minding your own business, thinking about that cute art gallery on the middle levels of Fib that would look even better filled with your work. Obviously, you’re aiming higher than just the middle, but it’ll be a good starting rung in your climb to the top. These thoughts have you in a pretty good mood, until some gold blood decides to speak to you.

You freeze, claws digging into the strap of your art bag. You think you’ve seen this troll before, but obviously you’re not going to give them the satisfaction of being recognized by Remele Namaaq.

“Hello. Is there something you woulde like to say to me?”

You face them with your most chilling fake smile. If they want to go, oh, you’ll go.

look at you lmao all fake smiles and shit its all over chittr how youre some con artist oh but hey lucky you maybe you get to avoid that here

though i mean couldnt you like only sell to purples lmao probably high af anyway

poser

“Excuse me?”

You’ve gotten shit from your competition, from Gorjek, from all the people who want to see you fail, but you’ve never had some lowblood come up to your face and spit absolute lies. 

“You muste have gotten me confused with someone else. What’s the matter? Are you the kinde of dumbasse who gulps soper? Is your heade messed up?”

You keep smiling. This city has really messed with you; the stress has made you exhausted. But you’re not going to let that get to you.

“I’ve achieved more in my life than you could ever dream of doing, plebe. Everyone from our worlde has hearde of me. They knowe my work and they knowe that I’m fuquing talented. Trolls of all castes would kill to own a piece of my work. I don’t discriminate. I’ll do commissions for anyone of anything. Purples have the most money, so keeping goode business relationships is just common fuquing sense.”

Okay. Breathe. It’s not worth it. Just walk away --

“And another thing! It’s not like I’d even care what someone like you has to say about me. People like Gorjek are at leaste smarte. You? You’re nobody.”

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@exegesisindigo

Indigos are great clients in that they have a fuckton of money that they don’t know what to do with. Not to mention, some of them are a bit dubious in their tastes, and you never discriminate when it comes to taking commissions. You’ll even do your best to be discrete (or at the very least, you’ll limit your snide comments to company that wouldn’t mix with indigos).

Indigos are a rarity here (though you’ve seen about a billion teals), so the staid, stuffy young man is ironically a breath of fresh air, so to speak.

“Hello there. My name is Remele Namaaq. Perhaps you have heard of me?”

You initiate a handshake, but there’s a business card nestled in your palm.

“You can see my entire arte profile online. My carde lists my website and other social media contact options. Also, I’m always happy to take commissions! My subjecte range is quite broade, if you’re interested.”

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mugjustice‌:

artefuquer‌:

“I’ve heard of you, too.”

You smirk. Yes, you’ve heard the rumors. Honestly, you think it’s pretty rad that this unassuming chick is into some sweet disembowelment. She really does not look like the type. You’d kind of like to push her to see what happens, though thus far, she hasn’t taken any of your bait.

“Well, that’s lucky for you, then. It woulde be such a shame if alien customs were to prevente you from achieving your goals.”

This line of questioning clearly isn’t getting to her, so you invade her personal space a bit, peering into her ever-present mug. Maybe that’ll be just the thing to set her off! From what you know of her she’s not the type to spend money on art, so using her for inspiration is the next best thing.

“That doesn’t look like coffee. Are you drinking soporifics? At this houre? I have hearde that lawyers get into bad habits, so I guesse I’m not suprised…”

{There are, of course, a few different ways she could have heard of you. Your impeccable legislacerator skills, the ties you have to the man suing her or the woman who was looking into seeking her as a client, or those mother glubbing rumors about you.}

{You get the sense it’s the last option.}

i’mmmm not too concerned about alien custommmms being a problemmmm

{But she seems to grow bored with that line of conversation and instead tries to peak into your mug. You instinctively bring it to your mouth to take a sip just as she tries to get a glimpse.}

mmmm, no

it’s the blood of mmmmy enemmmmies bleached in a special concoction to be unassummmming and odorless

clearly

{You say it all with an even tone and a deadpan expression, and, as if for effect, you finish the contents of your mug.}

She’s fucking with you. Which is fun and all, but not what you were hoping for. Still, you guess you’ll go along for now.

“Oh, I see.”

You’re still standing uncomfortably close to her, you realize, and you decide that personal space is overrated.

“I’ve hearde that bloode is very good for the skin, though only rainbowe-drinkers actually like the taste. I’ve also hearde it makes very good painte, though I haven’t yet tested that theory.”

You flash her what you hope comes across as a suitably conspiratorial wink.

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venomousreaper‌:

artefuquer‌:

@venomousreaper

You were going to clean up the mostly-empty tubes of paint, pencil shavings, and other remnants of your artistic process, but you were so inspired that you just had to leave to buy more supplies. And while you were out, you also had to explore the city for more inspiration, because even if you’re already inspired, you can always attempt to attain true artistic enlightenment.

Truly, it has nothing to do with the fact that you didn’t feel like cleaning.

But when you come back, you notice someone – you think he lives in the same building as you, but he doesn’t leave his room much – looking at your art.

“Hello. What do you thinke of the arte?”

He didn’t mean to stop and take a look at the art that was all over part of the house that he was staying in. Sand just had been curious about what was being drawn, but he couldn’t really understand of it. The art that he had enjoyed at his home was more of creatures but all of these seemed to be of grey people with horns of all kinds of shapes. 

He didn’t really care for the art, but whoever was making it did seem to have a sense of what they were doing at least. He hadn’t met anyone else in the house yet, and he was alright with that.

Though he didn’t expect the voice, or that the person who spoke up looked a lot like the type of people in the art that was around.

“Its… alright… Not my type of stuff… but its made very well…“ He gave up, slightly hesitant since he didn’t want to be rude to someone who lived in the house. 

The alien exposes his lack of taste, and you grimace.

“I see. At least you understande the quality of the worke, even if the subject matter is lost on you.”

You smile coldly.

“And what, mighte I aske, would be your type of arte?”

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mugjustice‌:

artefuquer‌:

Wait. Something about this chick seems familiar. You seem to recall hearing about a teal-blooded troll with a lethargic voice and a mug perpetually in her hand.

“Yes, I suppose you’re righte. I imagine things are a bit differente here, though?”

You shrug nonchalantly and deviate from your initial goal of antagonizing her. Now, you’re just curious.

“My name is Remele Namaaq. Perhaps you’ve heard of me? And what might your name be?”

{She gives her name and the instinctual sigh in response speaks volumes. You’ve definitely heard of her, Tagora had an open case against her, and that’s not even mentioning your matesprit’s interest.}

i’ve heard of you

{You doubt you have to expand on the statement considering your caste.}

tyzias entykk

i’mmmm sure i can pick up the legal practices here

“I’ve heard of you, too.”

You smirk. Yes, you’ve heard the rumors. Honestly, you think it’s pretty rad that this unassuming chick is into some sweet disembowelment. She really does not look like the type. You’d kind of like to push her to see what happens, though thus far, she hasn’t taken any of your bait.

“Well, that’s lucky for you, then. It woulde be such a shame if alien customs were to prevente you from achieving your goals.”

This line of questioning clearly isn’t getting to her, so you invade her personal space a bit, peering into her ever-present mug. Maybe that’ll be just the thing to set her off! From what you know of her she’s not the type to spend money on art, so using her for inspiration is the next best thing.

“That doesn’t look like coffee. Are you drinking soporifics? At this houre? I have hearde that lawyers get into bad habits, so I guesse I’m not suprised...”

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cirwave‌:

@artefuquer

oh

[You recognize this one. You were a troll of culture, after all.]

wow lucky you lmao getting away just when shit was getting hot and i dont mean in a cool way lmao guess you can just chill now

poser

You’re minding your own business, thinking about that cute art gallery on the middle levels of Fib that would look even better filled with your work. Obviously, you’re aiming higher than just the middle, but it’ll be a good starting rung in your climb to the top. These thoughts have you in a pretty good mood, until some gold blood decides to speak to you.

You freeze, claws digging into the strap of your art bag. You think you’ve seen this troll before, but obviously you’re not going to give them the satisfaction of being recognized by Remele Namaaq.

“Hello. Is there something you woulde like to say to me?”

You face them with your most chilling fake smile. If they want to go, oh, you’ll go.

[artefuquer-blog]

I know I owe some replies, but while I have a minute at work, I wanted to toss out a quick lil starter call. Like this post for a starter from Remele Namaaq, (fan)artiste extraordinaire. Capped at 3, castmates (Homestuck AND Hiveswap) exempt.

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of drinks and dubious decisions

@justicescales​

Your portfolio lays abandoned at the foot of your bar stool, a reminder of why you came here in the first place. You’re sure you saw a notice that there would be a networking event with all the biggest names in art and culture -- okay, not the biggest names; you’re not high enough up in Fib for that. But you’re trying!

Anyways, a few people showed up to drink, but they’re the sort who come here every evening to drink. You don’t know how they made it to this tier of Fib, honestly. Well, at least they’re serving stronger shit than Faygo here. You might as well enjoy yourself.

By the time the tealblood finds you, you’re flushed cerulean, wobbling a bit in your seat. She’s familiar, you think -- didn’t you try harassing her before?

“Heeeeeey, I knowe you! You’re coole. Sit nexte to me and be coole with me, okay?”

You pat the seat next to yours and somehow manage not to fall on your ass in the process.

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lorddoubledeath‌:

artefuquer‌:

“Oh, I can do that for you!”

Even though doing so will make you a bit sick. Gorjek? Really? At least he’ll hate it.

“Just let me knowe the details and we can negotiate a price.”

❝ YOUR WILLINGNESS TO COMPLY PLEASES ME GREATLY. I SHALL DETAIL EVERYTHING I DESIRE FROM THIS ART PIECE. AND YOU WILL DEPICT ALL OF IT VIVIDLY. WITH THE UTMOST DETAIL. ❞

You wonder how long it will take you to thoroughly regret this. 

“I’m greate with vivid detaile, so please, tell me everything you’d like. I understande you want Gorjek to dominate someone despite the facte that he’s kind of a twerp?”

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lorddoubledeath‌:

❝ HELLO AGAIN. STUPID ISLAND INHABITANTS. THE TIME HAS COME ONCE MORE. TO PAY TRIBUTE TO YOUR LORD AND MASTER. THE TIME HAS COME TO PROVIDE ME WITH THE ART. THAT WILL BE BOTH ENTHRALLING TO ME. AND PAINFUL TO YOU. THIS TIME YOUR TASK WILL BE MORE CRUEL THAN THE LAST. YOU WILL LIKELY BEG FOR MERCY. BUT YOU WILL RECEIVE NONE. BECAUSE YOU ARE SCUM AND UNWORTHY. BUT IF YOU DO AS I COMMAND. I WILL CONSIDER ALLOWING YOU ALL TO LIVE FOR A WHILE LONGER. I DESIRE IMAGES OF THE ONE KNOWN AS TAGORA. COMMANDING ANOTHER IN A BOISTEROUS TONE. WHICH IS UNFITTING OF HIM AND HIS PATHETIC CASTE. HE WILL TALK DOWN TO A VASTLY SUPERIOR BEING. MUCH LIKE MYSELF. BUT NOT MYSELF. AND YOU WILL DEPICT THIS IN A SLIGHTLY TITILLATING MATTER. NOT EROTIC. BUT TITILLATING. YOU WILL DO THIS FOR ME NOW. OR YOU WILL PERISH. ALONG WITH YOUR LOVED ONES. ❞

“Oh, I can do that for you!”

Even though doing so will make you a bit sick. Gorjek? Really? At least he’ll hate it.

“Just let me knowe the details and we can negotiate a price.”

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“I understande some of you are looking for an artiste who will draw certain... niche subjects? For the right price, I can create quality arte of whatever you desire! Here, take my business carde.”

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@venomousreaper

You were going to clean up the mostly-empty tubes of paint, pencil shavings, and other remnants of your artistic process, but you were so inspired that you just had to leave to buy more supplies. And while you were out, you also had to explore the city for more inspiration, because even if you’re already inspired, you can always attempt to attain true artistic enlightenment.

Truly, it has nothing to do with the fact that you didn’t feel like cleaning.

But when you come back, you notice someone -- you think he lives in the same building as you, but he doesn’t leave his room much -- looking at your art.

“Hello. What do you thinke of the arte?”

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mugjustice‌:

{At least she doesn’t crash into you. You were subconsciously preparing to safe guard your mug as you saw her distractedly come in your direction. You expected her to bump into you at worst or ignore you at best, but she ended up noticing you and deciding to engage.}

i don’t really intend to find wwwwork here

i have to get back to alternia

but if i did decide to seek sommmmething, temmmmporarily

i don’t think i wwwwould have that mmmmuch of an issue

it wwwwould not mmmmake sense if this society didn’t have sommmme sort of legal structure

Wait. Something about this chick seems familiar. You seem to recall hearing about a teal-blooded troll with a lethargic voice and a mug perpetually in her hand.

“Yes, I suppose you’re righte. I imagine things are a bit differente here, though?”

You shrug nonchalantly and deviate from your initial goal of antagonizing her. Now, you’re just curious.

“My name is Remele Namaaq. Perhaps you’ve heard of me? And what might your name be?”

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justicescales‌:

artefuquer‌:

@justicescales

Yet another tealblood? She looks young, so if she’s fulfilling the stereotype, she was likely just starting out in her legislacerator training.

“Were you, perhaps, beginning legislacerator training before coming here? If so, there are more exciting and meaningful careers you might considere.” You roll your eyes and sigh for effect. “Sure, we’re stuck in this shithole, but that means there’s plenty of time to explore options.

[At first, when her horns and the color of her shirt catch your nose, you think you’re going to have a pusher-attack. You weren’t prepared to confront Vriska. You didn’t even know she was here! What are you going to say? Is she the one from your timeline? Would it be weird to just hug her???]

[But then the girl’s voice reaches you.]

[That’s not Vriska.]

UHHHH

SORT OF, 1 GU3SS?

[If by “beginning your legislacerator training” she means “reading a bunch of law books in your room by yourself” then sure! That was also sweeps ago, though.]

W3LL

1 H4V3 B33N STUCK 1N V4R1OUS SH1T HOL3S FOR 4BOUT 3 SW33PS NOW

SO 1 H4V3 GOTT3N TO 3XPLOR3 4 F3W C4R33R OPT1ONS!

WH4T WOULD YOU SUGG3ST THOUGH

She has a weird look on her face when you first try to talk to her. Well, that’s her deal, not yours.

You look at her a moment and study her. She’d be fun to paint with her angular face and cherry-red glasses hiding her eyes.

A pause, and she’s having you tilting your head back in genuine laughter.

“Sorry about that. I assumed you’re like the other teale scrubs I know, but you seeme interesting.”

You smile, showing all your teeth.

“I probably sound hemophobic, but I’m just so used to dealing with pretentiouse bulge-suckers all day every day. I assure you, I’m not like thate. Anyways, you should probably followe your dreams and find something you’re good at. I suppose law coulde be interesting, but I’ve always found it dreadfully dull.”

You toss your ponytail.

“I’m Remele, by the waye. I’m an artiste, and I was quite successful before getting stucke here. Still, a place like this is a newe adventure, wouldn’t you say? Plenty of inspirationne.”