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[wvyld]

KotOR week: The Jedi Civil War (+ anemone)

[skellyjingles]

this animatic was hell to make but at least it's done. love me some forced proximity.

also on youtube

[esoogthegoose]

[You Wish for Eternity.]

REDRAW!! YIPPIEEEE!!!

Ofc I still love the first one, but I feel like I didn't put quite enough time into the first version. So now that l've warmed up to digital art as well as posting a little more, here's a redraw!

(I THINK I PUT THE EYEPATCH ON THE RIGHT SIDE THIS TIME!!!)

(Oh man I forgot to draw the Tears again…)

(…and the pins.)

(Whoops)

Side by side old + new below the cut

[peace-hunter]

tfone au where OP is created as the last of the primes but way after them, a sparkling born at what were thought to be the last days of the war against the quintessons, the beginning of a new generation of peace after eons of war. a child meant to be loved and raised knowing nothing of war nor sacrifice.

he's kept mostly out of the spotlight by his siblings, who don't wish to expose him to everyone's optics so young, and want to wait until the war is done and over to properly introduce him to their people.

except of course the primes are betrayed and murdered by sentinel, the war is lost and everyone who knows and cared for the truth is either banished or outright killed in order to suppress it.

and the high guard, the ones the primes trusted the most, the ones that were supposed to protect them, the ones who failed in their most important duty, have to make a choice. to take the last prime, their last hope, with them to the surface, a hostile environment where there's little to no supplies and where they'll be hunted down by both sentinel and the quintessons as the biggest threat to their regimen.

or hide him in plain sight. place him where sentinel won't think to look for him. one more sparkling among many. and hope it will be enough to keep him alive. pray to primus that he'll protect his last child long enough for them to come back for him when it's safer (even if most of them have already lost their faith on him when he allowed the rest of his children to be massacred like that)

they almost lose their resolve when they realize they will have to take the little one's cog away in order to make him blend in with the rest of the newborns (and oh do they burn with murderous intent when they see what sentinel has done to their people but it's not the time yet-) but in the end they decide an impaired little prime is better than a dead one.

and so in the chaos of thirteen dead primes and a sudden energon crisis, a little sparkling who very few mechs really knew about and even fewer had seen completely vanishes. and in the depths of iacon a mech in charge of a new batch of newborns scratches their helm in confusion as they realize they must have miscounted the first time.

optimus prime is quietly erased from any official records by sentinel, written off as dead when they find a sparkling's frame mangled beyond recognition after an attack on the base of those rebels that insist on being a thorn on his side. killing the sparkling hadn't been precisely in his plans, he probably could've found some use for it after all, but he's not particularly upset about it either.

and orion pax grows up with an ache on his spark that tells him he's missing something far more important than a t-cog and dreams of gentle and loving hands, cradling him against the frames of mechs he cannot recall the faces of.

[gold0kapi]

I'm doing a Ghost and a Soap cosplaying as Lara Croft for Hallowe'en. For this Soap one I really pushed the pose lol, its pretty ridiculous but I mean also kind of suits him 😄

[saradiation]

In honor of Karkat day 🦀✨ here’s a video I first shared on IG showing the evolution of the Karkats I’ve been drawing (it doesn’t include all of them, there are way too many haha 🫣 Still it’s fun to see the changes I went through in the last three years. Maybe a few of you even remember some of the first ones? 😊)

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

My controversial opinion about Hob Gadling is that I believe he’s absolutely the sort of guy that “puts things behind him”, and tries to wash his hands clean of the things he feels icky about. This is implied pretty well in the show, with him blithely moving from soldiering and robbery to printing, from slaving to… whatever it was he was doing in the 19th century instead. That being said, this is not at all the same as actively trying to atone, or even making a concerted effort to be a better person, and I really wish fandom could tell the difference!

[isbergillustration]

See? I'm painting. There will be paintings. Eventually. I promise.

[dragonanalei]

I'm not making a lot of art lately due to The Horrors, but have this wip from last month.

My obsession is still going strong

[dreamersdwell]

Dark enchantress cookie redesign

[fukutomichi]

Shimmer Lake (2017) directed by Oren Uziel Benjamin Walker as Zeke Sikes

[seagull-scribbles]

Regrets or resentment?…..

[number1villainstan]

hopefully i don't forget this in the morning but something something saionji in the StuCo arc being the caricature of an Evil Abusive Patriarchal Man that becomes the focus of people's hatred of the system/patriarchy, the type of villain you'd find in a simplistic surface-level feminist tale, and--crucially--the societal conception of "abuse" and "abuser" that serves to a) deflect conversation about the way societal systems enable abuse and warp it into only blaming individuals/thinking of "abusive" as a personality trait rather than of abuse as a choice and b) make it much, much harder to detect and recognize more insidious, smiling-faced forms of abuse, the kind of abuse that Touga and Akio enact, the kind that leaves psychological marks rather than physical ones

[specifically this is talking about his narrative role in the story as an antagonist and butt monkey, a Doylist approach if you will, rather than his standing within the world of Ohtori (the Watsonian approach)]

[corruworks]

how do you do it

tiny increments with occasional explosions of efficiency! known to some as... iokodobaba!! this is the only way anything gets done

[catzgam3rz]

BACK ON MY QSMP CATCH UP GRIND

PLEASE Take the best boy Chayanne! I love him so much.

(Hes based of a magpie which was inspired from @cloudster-the-clown 's design which is FANTASTIC)

[gomzdrawfr]

When you have the idea so vividly in your head and you get to the canvas and you wondered why you even try

Anyways some royal au really shitty thumbnail scribble for Raven's backstory and fear of flowers (cw: blood, talks of death and corpse)

I dont blame you if you dont get it scdjhbscdbhjsdcjbhcsdhjbscdhbj

But the idea was young Raven who assisted Viktor in the work that stained her hands early on. In the Royal AU, Viktor is a known assassin that carried out his business in the basement of their home, where contracts were signed, secrets exchanged and bodies left to rot until they can disposed of. So with the air thick with the foul stench and metallic scent of blood, Viktor always sent Raven for a simple task.

Bring back flowers and herbs.

At first, she didn’t question it. Of course she didn't, she was young, and Viktor was all she knew. Viktor was her guardian, her mentor, the only constant in her life, the one that brought her back from the brink of death. So. she did as she was told. Every day, she gathered bundles of lavender, rosemary, thyme, and rose petals—herbs and flowers known for their strong fragrances, their use in purifying spaces, and their ability to hide the unpleasant scents. Sometimes she gather the flowers and put them in small pouches, sometimes she would have to boil them in a liquid that the maid never name.

When she was old enough, she knew what these flowers were for then. She arranged them carefully around the dimly lit cellar, the mingling scents pushing back against the stink of blood and rot.

What meant to be pretty flowers became something she feared against. The once sweet smelling lavender now becomes lost its colors and turned sickly, the roses stained with red.

Flower fields are nothing but a reminder, a show of guilt.

When it came time to dispose of the bodies, they traveled under the cover of night, the place of disposal was never the same, but the path back to the house was unmistakable.

The always had to cross a vast field of sunflowers. Towering, golden, and ever-facing the sun, they stood as if they were watching. To Raven, they were more than just flowers.

They were witnesses. Their wide, unblinking faces followed her as she walked among them, as if they knew.

Even though she had never taken a life, she knew she was just as guilty as Viktor.

He killed, she helped him bury the truth.

He painted the floor red, she covered it with petals.

But the sunflowers did not care for the differences, did they? In the end, she is one with Viktor, sharing the same pair of hands, the same weight of sins.

She could no longer look at flowers without seeing the bodies beneath them, without remembering how their fragrance never truly masked the stench of death. Sometimes, in the marketplace, the scent of fresh flowers twisted into something rancid, something rotten—as if the dead had never truly been buried, as if they were clawing their way back to whisper accusations in her ear, to blame her, to seek revenge—

Tainted. The flowers were tainted. Just like her.