just a reminder that this blog is run by someone who:
— is anti ICE & fascism
— is pro-choice & feminist
— supports trans & queer people
— hates generative AI & capitalism
— supports immigrants & people of color
— is pro-environmentalism & social justice
— supports palestine & all other territories unjustly suffering
it's honestly a lot simpler than it looks, you're just connecting corners and drawing lines where they intersect. I really recommend you just grab a scrap piece of paper and try it and i'm certain it'll click! It's one of those things that makes more sense when you try it yourself.
The perspective examples I showed above look complicated, but the underlying technique is very simple. You just keep splitting the rectangle until it's divided up evenly as many times as you need it to be.
The stairs were split in half multiple times to divide it into 8, the cell door was divided into thirds and then those thirds were split in half to give 6 lines.
So he said it can't be a Black. So I said, "For God's sakes, Judge Murphy, that's the whole point of the Goddamn story!" So he said, "No, it can't be a Black". Bill just called him up and raised the roof, and finally they said, "Well, you gotta take the perspiration off". I had the stars glistening in the perspiration on his Black skin. Bill said, "Fuck you", and he hung up.
Just to add context for those not aware of the impact of this story.
The reason it was so important for narrative purposes, was that the plot concerns the visit of the Astronaut, in his completely opaque spacesuit, to a planet populated entirely by self-aware robots (originally from Earth) who have built their own society and are petitioning to be allowed to interact with Earth again as equals.
They have a democratic government and free choice of careers etc. as the orange robot serving as guide tells the Astronaut.
The Astronaut notices that there are two different types of robot on this world; the orange ones, who are in charge, gifted access to all information and facilities. and the blue robots, who are seen as more limited in function, have less access to information and resources, and are not allowed positions of power or as wide a choice of employment opportunities. Even transportation is segregated.
The Astronaut investigates further and discovers that the blue and orange robots are actually structurally identical, there is absolutely no difference between their potential or capabilities, and it is only because the orange robots are instructed by their Educator system to consider themselves superior, that the difference exists.
The Astronaut tells the robots they are not ready for re-alignment with Earth, until they come to terms with their own unfairness, and how Earth had had to deal with this issue themselves. When that time comes, the robots will be able to ally with Earth.
Then he leaves in his spaceship, and it's only in that one final panel that we see the Astronaut is black.
Not subtle, nor should it be, but for 1950 this was a breathtakingly powerful statement, perhaps the first of it's kind in the genre.
The black character was not a caricature, or comedy relief, he was a main character in his own right, a human who "simply" was black.
Ok, but this story is sadly revolutionary even now.
That is not just a human who happens to be black, as far as every other character in this story is concerned this is the most important, maybe even the only human they ever see, who happens to be black.
As depressing as that is, but a black person just casually representing the entirety of humanity is a breathtakingly powerfull statement even today, a quarter of a century later.
notes below!! template is made by @/kutsante on twitter!!
Heres where im gonna yap about my reasoning behind the powers and just general notes about how i made this
So first, i originally wanted to replicate the dispatch art style, but it was very difficult for me, so what i got was like a mix of my style and some dispatch style elements (such as the shading)
In terms of outfits/design, John stayed the same, and Arthur stayed mainly the same except i gave him a cool trench coat with a design on the left sleeve
Hero name, Dies Irae: I got this name directly from Malevolent. In part 42, Yorick calls Arthur and John “the Dies Irae”, which is a latin hymn for the dead. I thought it worked nicely for them :) so boom hero name done
Abilities
Some of these are canon abilities, some are just ones i thought would be cool
Projection of the Entity - i imagine that John would just be listed as an entity or John in the hero files, and well projecting him is something the two of them can just do in canon so it felt like a given 😭😭 lets just say for the sake of it that arthur can project him for longer and john has more physical power when projected
Telepathy - inspired by the fact that john talks to arthur through his mind, maybe in this universe john can project his voice into others minds as well? Idk i just thought it would be fun
Persuasion - john and arthur are both quite persuasive (i.e., arthurs interrogation of oscar, arthur managing to get into various places and persuade people to help, a lot of johns earlier actions show him being persuasive, and john persuading the witch into death)
Combat training - this ones a no brainer arthur can fight and john can use his arm and arthurs eyes to call the shots
Entity control of eyes and left arm - this one doesn’t need an explanation its just explicit canon
Investigative capabilities - another one with no need for an explanation, arthur’s a pi and john has gained some investigative skills over the course of the series
Visions - this is referring to the visions they get whenever they come in contact with a body, you know seeing how the person died, thats what this ability is
The setting that prevents your work being used to train AI models is turned off by default! I had no idea about this until now! Artists, go to your settings, click “visibility”, and turn on this setting! Protect your work!
Something really violent about eating a burrito. Biting a hole in that thing. A sandwich or a taco is different, it's already open, but a well-wrapped burrito is like a complete living thing in your hand, the taut skin protecting a complex network if internal organs. And you put a hole in it, maul it for sustenance, like a wolf on the open plain tearing the throat from a living gazelle. Or perhaps like a guy living in an infested apartment catching a white rat in his hands and just biting into it.
I swear to fucking god. I would claw out OneDrive from my computer if I could. I would burn down their servers if I could. I would run down their stocks to the ground if I could. I hope every single one of their workers gets a better offer from a competitor in the next 24 hours. I hope every single one of their light bulbs explodes at the same time. I hope every single carton of milk in their fridge will always be expired.
Stop backing up my fucking files.
Stop asking me to back up my fucking files.
Stop taking my fucking files off my fucking computer.
I don't want a fucking reminder in three fucking days. Let me fucking say no.
