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Namuunaa 🤝 Aurel: Being the most fuckable people in Faerun against their will
Funny sketch I did of @jzargo and I's main BG3 Tavs in where they often had the bad habit of being asked to have sex even though Namuunaa was ace and Aurel was gay (tho this particular moment is when ASTARION tried to flirt with him and he was Not Into It lmao)
Jar Jar Binks and Donald Trump:
Could idiocy mask an evil master plan?
Our kids are sadly not particularly politically informed. (I will admit my guilt here, although I am still working on conveying some basic concepts like their excruciatingly over privileged status as well fed and educated, white male Americans)
But despite their lack of interest in politics, they have somehow acquired a violent dislike of Donald Trump. While my feelings about the man who I still think of as “The Donald” are definitely not positive, we have done our best to ignore his recent ridiculous antics, so my sons’ loathing of the man did not come from anything I or their father have said. Their hatred of Trump is total and visceral, yet does not seem tied to any political positions he holds, anything specific that he has done, or statements that he has made.
The only other individual who might be equally reviled by my sons is, of course, Jar Jar Binks.
We watched “Revenge of the Sith” last night. And while it was more tiresome than I remembered, the movie reminded me of the fanboy theory that Lucas had originally intended for Jar Jar to be revealed at the end as the top Sith Lord- the ultimate bad guy. Some hypothesized that Jar Jar’s dimwitted behavior in the first two prequels was supposed to be a diversion from his evil machinations, but that the fans’ violent hatred of the character prompted Lucas to lose his nerve and change the ending.
It is appealing to think that there was a reason for the Jar Jar character to be so very annoying, but I fear the theory does not seem very likely to me.
It is not so appealing to consider that Mr. Trump is intentionally deflecting our attention from serious issues with his annoying and idiotic statements…and it seems extremely likely that is an accurate description of the situation.
My younger son was frantically concerned that I not post this image because someone might mistake it for support of Mr. Trump’s campaign. He made me pledge that I would add: “Jar Jar and Donald Trump: Separated at Birth?” just in case anyone might be confused.
stole this screenshot from a dif place on tumblr but. i'm so so tired of this flippant "needs therapy" comment directed towards authors (and sometimes the readers of their books). if you write something too disturbing, too orthogonal to the norm, too fucked up, you receive the implicit designation of mentally ill. often it's an injunctive, leveled against author or readers of, like, a little life or other "extreme" works. "seek therapy. seek help." this phrasing also privileges the modes of "treatment" we have today, as if therapy could have "fixed" (sorry for the excessive quotation marks!!) the problematic authors of the past. as tho we can dsm-v our way out of the human condition. deeply bleak
Also, imagine the poverty of spirit required to believe that the impulse to create art is something one needs to (or indeed can) be "cured" of through therapy. It feels like the equally ugly mirror image of the belief that mental illness is nothing but an artistic temperament. When in fact we know that some artists were prevented from doing work because of mental illness, and there are probably countless people who never got to create art at all because of it.
Klattar the terrible. Scourge of the Milky Way, terror of Venus, former scrubber of toilets.
She had a happy childhood. A loving Dad, dotting Mum and a big brother who wouldn't shut the Hell up. Except for that one time the Faeran Empire invaded. They vaporized the atmosphere, vacuumed up the forests, drained the sea and forced her people into servitude. But she'd get her own back.
Klattar was on mopping duty aboard a Faeran battle cruiser when the pilot had one too many Venusian brandies. The ship went down over Venus.
Klattar got her hands of a Feran battle suit. Kitted out for maximum destruction, her vengeance began...
Dalek plus Ice Warrior on a rampage.
Count Dracula orders and special delivery, but a certain High priest of the Elder Gods might beat him to it...
Frobisher's got himself in a spot of bother. Can the Doctor save him in time? Will Henry the hoover confess his love before he's exterminated?
Fun Fact: Rob Shearman, writer of Dalek and the Big Finish audio Holy Terror believes that Donna's grandad Wilf is actually Frobisher in disguise (Robert Shearman on X: "@LookingForTelos ROSE962_matt @SawbonesHex @thenicolabryant I've always secretly thought he was Wilf. Partly because I love the idea that Bernard Cribbins secretly played Frobisher, and partly because Donna makes such sense as the descendant of a shapeshifting penguin." / Twitter) A statement that no evidence whatsoever on the TV show has yet proven (Or disproven...)
Robots
I really wanted to have a go at making the Daleks genuinely scary here. So I took inspiration from the flashback scene of the original Terminator, with its silhouette illuminated, and everything except the eye in darkness.
The climax of Robert E Howard's classic Conan tale, Tower of the Elephant. Our titular barbarian infiltrates a wizard's tower intent on plundering its treasure, only to discover a tragic secret.
Tower's always been my favorite Conan story. With its weird fiction/sci fi undercurrents and a plot with more pathos than most of Howard's work, it's the best Sword and Sorcery has to offer.
Ever notice all the good Predator movies start out as something else? Predator began as a cheesy Arnie murder fest before the Pred arrives and turns it into a slasher. Predator 2 begins as a Cyberpunk cop flick, and Prey starts as a slow paced Historical drama. The Predator 2018 begins as a god awful movie and stays that way till the credits roll.
So now the hunter from the stars tackles the most cutthroat genre of all: Period rom coms!
Landing in Jane Austen's England, elite hunter Misdir Darzy must win the heart of Lizzie Bennet and collect the skulls of her suitors.
The Kobolds have had enough. How would you like it if nosey adventurers kept barging into your home and nicking all your treasure? So lead by little Wrick Wrack, a bubbly wee Kobold with a love of Guerilla warfare and pretty princesses, they've robbed the Imperial Bank of Amn to teach humanity a lesson.
This one's a continuation of my post game head canon abomination of BG3 where Tav turns her back on Baldur's Gate and joins a Kobold uprising. I based the pic of the classic David Trampier cover of Advanced Dungeons and Dragons (merlin_146103810_0e45e74c-e089-42e6-9dec-4cbd69861e73-articleLarge.jpg (600×396)). What I wanted was to mix the more whimsical and fantastic style of modern DND art with the grittier look of older artwork, with an emphasis on mundane detail like mapping, planning carrying out loot and have some fun with the monsters turning the tables on humanity for once.
Logan and Laura enjoy some wholesome daddy-daughter bonding.
I pit America's most iconic comic comic character against Scotland's.
Bruce Wayne took his crusade to the mean streets of Beanotown, only to find a foe worse than the Joker, Riddler, Joel Schumacher and Zack Snyder combined; Dennis the Menace.
Along with Minnie the Minx, Gnasher and Oor Wullie he made short work of the Caped Crusader. Superman could have helped but he's too busy paling around with his new friend Desperate Dan.
Introductions where introductions are due.
Woaah it's been like...8 years since I last step foot on tumblr? Wild. Hello, I go by Cat or Owliv and I am an artist that has been healing her relationship with art and looking for a friendlier space for it; was highly convinced by my friends to come here lol. I'm just looking to have fun and peace with my craft, interact with other enthusiasts of the same hobby and perhaps get some commissions! (They're open wink wink). Anyways I thought a self portrait was incredibly fitting as a first post, stay if you'd like, you can expect mostly original character and creature illustrations for me, but I'll drop some silly shenanigans and doodles from time to time too, see you soon ✨️
I was even inspired to do my own take of the Sandworm, based on the design from the new movie but with the psychedelic colour scheme of the failed Jodrosky adaptation from the seventies. That film would have been bizarre, to put it mildly.
Salvador Dali would play the Emperor (sitting on a golden toilet seat made of dolphins) with Orson Wells as the Baron (They bribed him into it with the promise of free food). There would be music by Pink Floyd, a prologue with talking dogs sitting down to watch the movie, and a scene with the Harkonnen Army ritually crapping themselves. I can't imagine why Hollywood turned them down.