I needed to draw this headcannon about my favorite joke from the entire franchise.
Also, I want to see little Shadow and Maria just being little gremlin children.
bonus
Warning: Jim "Hate Crimes" my is here
Astarion! Lips are h a r d -
Reference down here as always!
Have some good old video game funnies
I turn to Ares.
Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK
⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon
Masterlist
The Moon Upon the Itsy Bitsy Spider- A Moon Knight Peter Parker AU, MKxSM end goal, co-written in two different POVs w/ @marsmarten
Jonathan Awakening- A snippet I wrote for a Jonathan Joestar = Star Platinum AU by @starry-blue-echoes!
Love and Power Concerning Odysseus- an essay, MLA compliant
a really little animated black cat with giant eyes and no other discernible features
I did not- Lord help me I am too tired to be posting on Tumblr-
You'd take a look at his body and assume he was boasting his invulnerability and strength, and then you take a look at his face and you see nothingness incased in gold and a blood red plume matching the cloak around his shoulders. He is literally depicted as an Everyman, someone for soldiers to strive to be, and yet is faceless so he could be anybody. He's faceless in the war of the gods, a soldier's pawn in the games of his generals. And sure, he is somewhat shown to have his own will in myths, the Net and Jar ones for example, those both ended with him being bound and either mocked or forgotten about. He is the perfect image of the perfect soldier, faceless and yet intimidating, able to survive battle and yet follows orders to the tee because he knows what happens when he doesn't. And the cloak around his shoulders and neck paired with the golden protections around his wrists, forearms, and shins mostly have always screamed a bit 'shackle' to me with its placement. Like he's constantly being reminded of his failures by the very armor he's wearing- though it is limited. An aggressive figure to send into battle, and yet cowed at its master's beck and call with chains of its very own reliance. One that is dehumanized by the very thing that keeps it safe, and yet is shown off by the lack of safety almost everywhere else. The blood red on its plume and cloak reminding those around it of what it is capable of, and that it's not doing that to them because the master has not willed it.
But, maybe I'm just tired
(I wrote this at like 3 in the morning, I’m sort of its bad)
*slides this over the desk at marvel studios* i have an offer you can't refuse
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