what would you have me do?

stop drawing for others. don't draw for yourself either. play video games

villains are hard to design. making them ugly is dangerous, depending on what traits you choose to frame as monstrous or undesirable, you could very well end up saying something fatphobic, racist, anti-semitic, etc

but if you make a hot villain then people will get thirsty and demand redemptions and refuse to acknowledge their evil actions, no matter how despicable

Solution: Full body armor and masks. You don’t see people shipping themselves with Sauron!

…………..you think?

…………..don’t look up Sauron on AO3

Nothing fails to crack me up like this post - the vain hope that somewhere out there is some awful nasty thing that there is not also a person whose kink that is, the idea that covering something up won’t make people obsessed with finding out what it looks like underneath, the surface level understanding of Sauron and complete lack of knowledge of the Silmarillion and it’s fandom, the fact that Sauron was canonically hot as fuck, the amount of Sauron erotica I have seen, God this post never gets old

The Poster Of The Comment: You don’t see people shipping themselves with Sauron!

The Very Large And Dedicated Community Of Sauronfuckers In The Tolkien Fandom, collectively:

Point. For those who have not read Sillmarilion, Sauron used to look something like this

I was thinking things ,,, some master and Padawan bonding. Keeping Jedi culture alive

Bonus post Malachor doodle:

HELLO !???

@tobitheninjakitten this is hella scrappy but MAN what a load of tags to leave,,,,

don't think about Hector holding Scamandrius in the Underworld don't think about Hector holding Scamandrius while waiting decades for Andromache in the Underworld don't think about Hector rocking and cuddling Scamandrius in his arms while waiting for Andromache in the Underworld don't think abo-

When Odysseus cradles the babe, he weeps.

This boy, this little boy, far smaller than he ever remembers dear Telemachus being - or maybe Odysseus has gotten bigger in some way, spilling out of the lines of his body until he's but one big bloodstain, smeared across the sky that chokes with smoke. Dawn reaches out, just as bloody red beyond the great walls as his sword.

Troy is burning, and there's the heated cold of the Gods' gaze upon him. Athena, his grey-eyed goddess, no doubt. But others, too. Their stares burrow into his flesh, draw something cruel and icy out of him. Damp drips from his chin, pink and watery, salty.

It lands on the boy's forehead.

He raises his free hand, precious, precious bundle safe in the crook of his sword arm, and smears it across petal soft skin. It is the softest thing he's touched in ten years.

Odysseus had seen the rest of the Priamides strewn across the marble. This boy is the last of Troy's royal line. Baby Scamandarius is the last threat. The last obstacle. The last sin. But -

"Hear me! This is Scamandarius, little prince of the city, now King of Troy!" He roars across the ramparts of the palace. The little King squirms in his arms, batting at the great tusks of the boar upon his helmet with tiny, squished fists when Odysseus looks down at him.

Nobody answers. "Scamandarius has fought bravely. He has his father's blood in him." Odysseus catches the flailing hand gently within his own. He marvels, for the boy is so small that his own hands look like those of a monster in comparison.

The babe begins to cry. "The King of Troy deserves to be seated within Elysium, along with his father, for Scamandarius is the name of a hero. Greater, even, than his honored father," Odysseus whispers, pressing his chapped lips to the boy's milk-scented scalp. He inhales. He lifts the bundle high.

He lets the boy go. Something within Odysseus cracks, just as that frail body cracks against the unforgiving ground.

"Perhaps the gods will be more forgiving," Odysseus murmurs into the brightening air. Walking down the steps, he passes the wailing figure of Andromache.

He does not blink.

---

Hektor blinks, pacing, pacing in front of the river of Lethe. It would be so easy - to drink deeply. To forget. And still, he is selfish. He wants to wait for Andromache. He wants to see what his little Astyanax will become and ask so very many questions when it is his time to join Hektor. For surely, surely -

Charon's boat makes a quiet thunk against the rudimentary dock. For some reason, this time Hektor looks over. Furrows his brows, confused. There is not another Trojan, or Achaean, fresh from the battlefield.

There is no one upon the boat. Instead, Charon cradles a bundle within skeletal hands, a swath of fabric. The boatman steps out and towards Hektor. Hektor kneels, eyes wide but trained upon the ground - surely this is not a punishment, surely -

Charon stops in front of Hektor, a pillar of ghostly grey fabric that pools upon the ground. A barely-there tap upon his shoulder. Hektor looks up. The boatman gestures for him to stand, and he is not one to refuse a god. Charon offers him the bundle. "My Lord Charon..."

The fabric is placed against his chest, and instinctively, he grabs it. And then it - it squirms.

"My - My Lord, what..."

Hektor is cut off by a tiny, horribly familiar palm over his mouth. His lips pale where they start to press into each other harsh enough to become bloodless. Hektor looks down at the cloth, first. It is familiar, too. Soft. Only the softest for - for -

Little Astyanax giggles in his arms, pudgy fingers tangling in Hektor's beard and tugging.

Hektor collapses, cradling his son to his chest, and weeps.

friendly reminder that Caleb Dume spent the entirety of his life fighting a war, never living long enough to see the end of it.

I haven’t seen anyone do this yet so here you go

THIS YOUTUBE AD DID HIM SO DIRTY

the night we met - lord huron

Chat Noir immediately after cataclysming Hawkmoth's arm:

#happy october 3rd!✨

Part 133 of my bakery “enemies” au!

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Kofi

Chat Noir asked Ladybug to meet in him the sewers after an akuma battle. With his back to her, all he said was “Plagg, I renounce you” dropped the ring, and left as Adrien. Ladybug never saw his true identity, and Plagg never got a goodbye. Now they better leave before the walls come crumbling down.

Just read someone calling the Maximoffs Marvel's Skywalkers and I can't stop laughing.

Ok but can we talk about how Obi-wan literally straight up says "had you said the word, I would have left the jedi order" to Satine. I mean this is like A BIG THING this is literally him saying "I loved you so much I would have left the only life I know to stay with you" Obi-wan definitely saw himself marrying Satine and having a family with her, I mean leaving the Jedi is not a temporary thing it's like permanent yk? You don't leave the jedi with the intent of coming back, and jedi dont have jobs yk i dont even think they get paid. Obi-wan was raised at the temple, to be a jedi, he doesn't have a family, without the jedi he has nothing, and he was willing to give that up for Satine. It's obvious though that they've both moved on, there's no doubt they still have feelings for each other, but they're both mature now. The way I see it its kind like when you see an ex that you saw yourself marrying, and now those old feelings just kinda come back but it's different now because you both have a sense of duty. They clearly got in touch though after their reunion. during that episode where Padme and Satine are investigating the poison, we hear Satine say something about Obi-wan telling her about Padme's excursions as queen so they're obv besties (argue with the wall) Though I don't think they actively try to contact each other just for the purpose of catching up, I definitely think that they have a very comfortable relationship and greet each other when they're both on Coruscant or whatever and they have each others comms just for emergencies. I mean Obi-wan literally went against the council and ran to Mandalore the minute he heard Satines distress call after Master Yoda specifically told him not to go, and don't even start with how Satines first instinct when on the verge of death is to confess her love to Obi-wan, which happened twice by the way. That's why I love this couple so much, it's so beautifully tragic, A pacifist duchess of a warrior culture and a war general who was raised to be a peace keeper, a Jedi and a Mandalorian, A man who got a brother he never had, and a woman who lost the only sister she had, and it feels like their reunion has been building up to this moment .

What are the odds that these two would end up falling inlove. It's cruel and it's beautiful and it's sad but the galaxy sure was better because of them. They sacrificed their love for something bigger than themselves, and thus there is no greater love.