anti rpf people are so funny they're always like "how would you feel if people shipped you with your friend" i don't know how to break it to you but if i was famous and no one was writing fanfiction about me i would be devastated. i wouldn't feel like i made it until i could search my name on ao3 and find 10k+ explicit results. peace and love though
dnp and team reached out to me with a new concept for dnpb album. Their prompt was essentially “podcast set, but cosy”.
They sent me a couple of ideas that solidified a clear image in my mind. Their pitches were “lounging on an inflatable sofa” “including the lava lamp” “retro imac w/ album title” and most importantly, “Richard balls”
Now, if you noticed, I drew the “plastic pendant light” thingy hanging from the top, but I removed it at the final render. Simply, it didn’t mesh with the rest of the background, so I removed it.
reference pic for unused pendant lamp and rocket⤴️
So the elements I added to their ideas were using the pod set as flooring; they wanted to chill among clouds, so I made the lava blobs float like clouds. Now I know the rocket and lava goo look a bit phallic, but what do you expect from a dnp project?
Binary gay stars orbiting each other or whatever in the background: that's what dnp’s souls do when the world ends.
Coloring: I wanted to convey a well air conditioned room, and blue is a lazy relaxed color.
Posing: relaxed, chill, comfortable. Cute with an attitude.
reference pic for Richard balls, Phil looking stoked af ⤴️
outfit reference ofc and mainly used for color picking⤴️
many good references for the sofa, I relied on the SketchUp model the most⤴️
that's why i don't write on medium. this culture of pressure to write well completely shuts me down. i really don't like it when writing tries to be too eloquent, when essays sound self-conscious, as if they know they're good. i don't think we need prettier writing. we need soul. we need living writing. the kind that makes you feel there’s a whole world behind the choice of those words. especially in a world where AI exists. in the past, technical skill was rare. now it isn't. so technical skill alone can't be the thing that makes writing memorable anymore. the thing that separates writing i love from writing i forget isn’t polish. it’s noise. messiness. when the writing is full of quirks, strange idiomatic expressions, personal experiences and unpredictable style. and again, this is just me. i can’t maintain my soul if my attention is on being good. the moment i start trying to sound like a good writer, i stop sounding like myself.
As today is the 50th anniversary of the moon landing, it’s a great time to revisit Dinah from Devon’s memory of this historic event. And yes, still makes me laugh.
I feel like I hate AI slightly less than the average Tumblr user, but it still scares the shit out of me to see how many people now engage in internet arguments by submitting their opponent’s argument to an AI bot and saying “explain why this is wrong and I am right.” It is concerning first because most AI models are sycophants that will tell you exactly what you want to hear, which makes then extremely potent delusion-confirmers. But it’s even more concerning because learning how to argue for yourself— how to evaluate claims, to assess an argument, to find and check sources, to spot flaws in someone’s case— is one of the most important skills you can have in life. If you don’t have that, you are unable to evaluate what is true for yourself. You will walk right into the arms of the first crackpot or cult that talks to you when you don’t have Claude available. Extremely grim portent that many people seem to find this acceptable