Tierce had his picture painted by LJ Phillips of the Skins and Under My Skin comics. This was because I won a contest for fan fiction and asked for a painting of the Internet’s snarkiest Shiba. This is the result! Pretty awesome, eh? You should totally check out her art. Because it’s awesome. And because Tierce told you to.
Tierce: I did not tell them to.
Me: Yes, you did.
Tierce: Why do I want to tell them to?
Me: Because the links lead to great, vast lands of cheese and unattended garbage bags.
Tierce: Yay! I endorse these links!
Me: So I won a fan fiction contest and I got a prize.
Tierce: A what? You made a fake fan?
Me: No, I wrote something that people liked and awarded me a prize for.
Tierce: Is it edible?
Me: No.
Tierce: Can you chew it?
Me: No.
Tierce: Can you tear it into little bits and eat some of them so they keep showing up in your poop for the next week or so?
Me: No! Ew!
Tierce: Then why should I be interested?
Me: I asked for a painting of you.
Tierce: Of me.
Me: Yes.
Tierce: Do I look noble and far-seeing?
Me: Yeah, but it’s only because I was waving a leaf at you when I took the picture she based the painting off of.
Tierce: What’s it look like?
Me: Take a look.
Tierce: Like I can see in two dimensions.
Me: Then I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it.
Tierce: Maybe she painted me with googly eyes. I’ll never know.
Me: Or with a cat. The world is full of possibilities.
Tierce: Please tell me I wasn’t drawn with a cat. It’s probably attacking me with pixelated claws.
Me: I’ll have to check it again.
Tierce: You know, it’s about time I had art made of me.
Me: Well, you didn’t really. I did that for you.
Tierce: Nobility often had art commissioned of them.
Me: That’s true, but-
Tierce: And it’s time that I started living in the manner to which I intend to become accustomed to.
Me: Whatever, Henry VIII. Just so you know, this is kind of a one-shot deal. I don’t win fan fiction contests by awesome artists all the time and even if I did, they aren’t going to be constantly painting my Shiba.
Tierce: To the keyboard! Make more fake fans, servant! The next portrait must show me defeating a cat!