#hime1999

[hanayuuki]

Aragon belongs to hime

Experiment painting...well...i suck im sorry I love to butcher people's ocs lol

[potofsoup]

werpiper replied to your post: So a funny thing happened over at askw...

maybe what you called “shittier” could more descriptively be called “more terse”?

Hmm...  Except I see the "shittier" one as being more verbose, since I have more panels to work with.  But I think I see what you mean, since the "shittier" one captures only a single scene, so in terms of time span of the scene and time spent reading, it's much shorter.  ::shakes fist at comic vs. text time/space issues::  The "shittier" and the "fewer" are both conceived as modifications of the word "panels".  Basically I can't spend 15 hours a week drawing 5-8 full-color panels, so the solution is to either have fewer panels or draw each panel with less effort.  I personally think of it as "shittier" = mini-comic, "fewer" = picture book.

steel-phoenix replied to your post: So a funny thing happened over at askw...

Direct answer: actually preferred the way the dynamic of the ‘shittier’ comic came across (felt more natural?), but if I was artist I’d go for fewer because I’m a perfectionist. :P Your choice. :)

Thank you! What's funny is that I'm more of a completionist than a perfectionist?  Like, once I start something, I REALLY want to finish it.  It... might be why my creative work skews on the "quantity" side rather than the "quality" side, and probably why I'm more of a comics person than an illustration person -- I'm always asking "what next?"  

But oranges8hands also said that they preferred the "fewer" version.  So I think it's also about whether the reader prefers something more comicky or picture-bookish.  The picture book can definitely get more compact information across (due to the text), but I think the comic is better at expressing a certain mood.

hime1999 replied to your post: So a funny thing happened over at askw...

Like/reblog is usually instinctual/gut level response. Answering polls requires rational decision making. It’s like unconscious vs conscious answer. At the end, how you use the answer depends on your objective.

Hey!  That makes a lot of sense!  Thanks for explaining!  :D   Yeah, it seems like the reply responses are people who have given it a lot of thought, and were taking both my desires and their own into account...

I think I'm going to end up going with "shittier", since that ends up practicing more of what I care about, which is comics flow and layout.  The time breakdown for each is:

"Shittier": 2 hrs layout, 2 hrs ink, 1 hr tweaking and shading (total 5 hrs)

"Fewer": 0.5 hrs layout, 1.5 hrs ink, 3 hrs color, 1 hr tweaking and ficcing (total 6 hrs)

Much as I enjoy focusing on a single image and adding more color and shading and rendering, at the end of the day I want to learn to tell a better story in the comics medium.  And with "Shittier", I get to spend half of the time doing that (vs. only 1/6 of the time for "Fewer").

Right now the 2 are pretty tied as far as likes/reblogs are concerned, so unless "Fewer" gets a sudden surge of support from the intended audience, I'll probably go with "shittier"?

[patrouclous]

quick practice with hime's extremadura oc.

[mezzogiornovargas]

This story is for Hime. Because when life gives you lemons, you make yourself limoncello! You can't expect God to bring it to you personally. I think you are a wonderfull person and you can be proud of yourself. This story you can tell anyone who thinks it's better to sit down and wait for a miracle. You are a miracle yourself, you got tools, you got chances, grab them, cherish them, share them. *chu*

God Will Save Me

A terrible storm came into a town and local officials sent out an emergency warning that the riverbanks would soon overflow and flood the nearby homes. They ordered everyone in the town to evacuate immediately.

A faithful Christian man heard the warning and decided to stay, saying to himself, “I will trust God and if I am in danger, then God will send a divine miracle to save me.”

The neighbors came by his house and said to him, “We’re leaving and there is room for you in our car, please come with us!” But the man declined. “I have faith that God will save me.”

As the man stood on his porch watching the water rise up the steps, a man in a canoe paddled by and called to him, “Hurry and come into my canoe, the waters are rising quickly!” But the man again said, “No thanks, God will save me.”

The floodwaters rose higher pouring water into his living room and the man had to retreat to the second floor. A police motorboat came by and saw him at the window. “We will come up and rescue you!” they shouted. But the man refused, waving them off saying, “Use your time to save someone else! I have faith that God will save me!”

The flood waters rose higher and higher and the man had to climb up to his rooftop.

A helicopter spotted him and dropped a rope ladder. A rescue officer came down the ladder and pleaded with the man, "Grab my hand and I will pull you up!" But the man STILL refused, folding his arms tightly to his body. “No thank you! God will save me!”

Shortly after, the house broke up and the floodwaters swept the man away and he drowned.

When in Heaven, the man stood before God and asked, “I put all of my faith in You. Why didn’t You come and save me?”

And God said, “Son, I sent you a warning. I sent you a car. I sent you a canoe. I sent you a motorboat. I sent you a helicopter. What more were you looking for?”

[aramatientediada]

The person in my dash who seens be the most Eurovision fan is Himeno, what is funny since she is Asian XD

[indonesianslut]

hime1999 replied to your post “lol sometimes i feel so bad not participating in my country’s...”

I can feel you, dude. I barely had Indonesian friends back then too, if only because I just... can stand it.

yes.. yes. i mean, of course not all of them are like that! but most are, and they're very fond of gossiping about other indonesian that are not ~the same~ with them, doing the same thing; or spending money the same way. sigh.

[darkmuse112-og]

Levi's Tea

21 March, year 845.

Someone had found my stash. A week later, and I still hadn’t caught the culprit.

The days were growing longer, and the weather was warming, albeit only slightly, but that did not make my mornings any more cheerful.

I was never happy these days. How could a person in my position afford to be? Most of the friends I’d had were dead, and there was never a guarantee that the ones I had now would stay alive to see the next mission. My morning cup of tea was the only thing that helped me wake up, to put my spirits in a less than reproachful mood. Needless to say, over the past week, the other scouts had begun to see how grumpy and unfriendly I could actually be.

Our latest mission, under Erwin’s direction, took my squad and myself to the top of the wall overlooking Trost. The top of the wall was completely gone, thanks to that giant, ass hole titan-shifter. I remember how much he used to sweat. Disgusting. Mr. Reebs had been brought there, and together we negotiated our interests. Surprisingly, he’d been quite agreeable to talk to. But then again, I did have a way of putting things plainly. Naturally, he was not in any position to negotiate.

I had three conditions, I’d hand the Jaeger boy and the Krista girl over to him if he and his company pledged their allegiance to the Survey Corps, placed their trust in us, and helped us out with supplies. I mentioned in passing that, by chance they got their hands on any black tea, that would be included in our wager, but I didn’t want to make a big deal about it. In actuality, it had been on my mind for a while that day.

I was drying up. I hadn’t had a drop of tea in five days at that point. And as I write this, a week after the last of the tea went missing, I am still thirsty. Thirsty for tea, and thirsty for revenge.

I will find out who stole it.

Levi placed his pen down beside the journal. He’d been keeping the journal ever since his injury fighting the female titan because Erwin had suggested it. He didn’t know why, but then Erwin was a strange person like that.

Who the fuck cared about his misery? Was there any point to this? Today he wrote about tea. What a waste of time.

Levi closed the book and rose from the desk, heading to the mess hall for dinner. Joining Erwin, Hanji and Mike at one of the tables, he noticed a familiar aroma wafting gently through the air.

Erwin sipped a cup, steam rising inside the rim.

“It was you…” Levi stated calmly yet firmly as he smacked a hand down on the tabletop.

“Excuse me?”

“You stole the last of the tea.”

“There’s a whole load of tea in the supply cupboard,” Hanji chimed in. “Your deal with the Reebs Company was pretty sweet! Look! We even have real meat for dinner tonight. It’s pork!”

Levi said nothing, just glared between Hanji and Erwin for a moment before heading off to the supply closet.

Truth be told, there was a ton of tea in the cupboard. He shoved a few boxes in his pockets for a new personal stash in his quarters, just in case. Then he made himself an extra strong cup, which he thoroughly enjoyed. 

He never did find out who stole the last of his tea. But it didn’t matter any more. Sometimes, it’s better just to let things go.

[chayashix]

That thing that Mikasa calls Levi in the drama CD

I'm helping Hime1999 to do a cleanup of the drama CD translation.

You know that part where Mikasa calls Levi the Sadistic Cleaning Freak? I'm hearing it as 人類最強のsadisticな変態掃除男 (jinrui saikyo no sadistic na hentai souji otoko) (I would have put the "sadistic" in katakana but stupid tumblr has cut my post off there 3 times already so apparently IT WILL NOT ACCEPT MY KATAKANA).

ANYWAY back to my point. It is such a bloody long description to encapsulate in a snappy phrase. I'm thinking:

Humanity's Strongest Sadistic Freakish Cleaning-Man (quite literal and keeps all the terms)

Humanity's Strongest Sadistic Clean-Freak Man

Humanity's Strongest Sadistic Clean-Freak (snappier, but leaves out the Man bit)

Humanity's Strongest Sadistic Freak Cleaner (courtesy of fuku-shuu)

Any thoughts?