sometimes i have trouble separating the art from the artist– especially in live action
like once i know an actor is problematic, their face just gives me bad vibes and i don’t like looking at it

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sometimes i have trouble separating the art from the artist– especially in live action
like once i know an actor is problematic, their face just gives me bad vibes and i don’t like looking at it
Today for some reason I was thinking about Cutler Beckett from PotC and I was like: "I love villains like this. Cunty, snarky, spiteful, mean of demeanour, small of stature. I wish there were more villains exactly like him."
And then I remembered: there IS a man that truly matches Beckett in his cunty mean diminutive spiteful snarkiness!!! And it's George Warleggan from Poldark.
Like... These two are so alike to me characterwise. You cannot convince me otherwise. And just look at them too!!! Look at them and tell me they're not the same man, all arrogant with their I'm-so-much-better-than-you-and- you-know-it sneering look. And they're both definitely just trying to make up for the fact that they were born as miniature men by torturing as many people around them as they can. I just love to hate them <3
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few weeks old wip i probably won’t finish. in my head this piece is called "mr poopyman" but that's just me.
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wait is. is elizabeth pulling him out of the muck just
Fortnite POTC is deeply cursed and my friend made me draw this
can we even call ourselves fans or is this just advanced haterism. like yes i enjoy his presence and i need to study him like a bug. now kick him, punch him, toss him into the trench etc
deals made in the dark
Miss Swann comes to learn exactly the sort of lengths to which Lord Beckett will go to get what he wants. ✦ potc, cursed!beckett au, 1.25k words. soft m for violence
Miss Swann considers her options, and says with clear reluctance, “I have been to the Isla de Muerta; I have seen the treasure you seek. There is something you need to know.”
A good person is always easy to manipulate, even one who would hold a gun to his head. The Company has no soul to save; there is no caveat it cannot overcome with force, coin, or litigation. He almost smiles, but she would find it patronizing, so he says only, “You hope to save me from an evil fate, but you need not worry. I have much more immediate concerns, such as the implement of destruction so precariously positioned to decorate my office with my brains.”
She snorts humorlessly.
“But I like my decor the way it is, Miss Swann. And I think you are smart enough not to shoot me,” Beckett continues.
Miss Swann cocks her head; she pulls the hammer. “Is that a chance you want to take?”
“I think I do,” he says.
(read here on ao3!)
obv they were right in the end but I do think it's funny that everyone in dmc just assumes beckett is after jones' heart based on jack (most mentally ill man on the ocean, currently going through some kind of episode probably) saying yeah that's probably the case I reckon and elizabeth remembering and I quote "something about a chest". that little freak could have been out for purely natural normal chests and then boom two weeks later gay norrington shows up with the most cursed artifact in the world and casually drops it on his desk I would lose my fucking mind
a little something ☺️
"Today Beckett would be popping Xanax like crazy. His whole behaviour screams benzo addiction, like he wokes up, has a breakfast consisting of half a litre of tea, two glasses of the 18th century equivalent of cognac Henri IV Dudognon Heritage and three 2mg Xans and just goes "I'm going to get the heart of Davy Jones and control the oceans"."
A sketch of this charming man. I love him so much 😋
Ignore that weird rectangle in the back. It's an attempt to add variety to the background 🙂
I was gonna post AU stuff, but I slept in and forgot to do some things, so have a meme instead
Yes. Okay.
This is a portrait of James Norrington painted for him after his promotion to an Admiral. I like to imagine that it was Beckett who commissioned a portrait of him, and put him in this very specific pose that I'll explain in a moment.
As you can see, it looks a bit different from XVIII century style portrait, and that's not only because my primary-colours focused colour palette. I wanted this painting to feel more... rustic, more gritty, to show that this James Norrington is not the same man that Port Royal send off on the hunt for Captain Jack Sparrow; this is James Norrington who caused and witnessed deaths of hundred of people under his command.
I used harder, more pronounced brushstrokes – that you would identify more with the realism period, that with neoclassical or academic paintings of the era and their obession to make everything look soft and perfectly mixed (the fini technique) – to show that he had experienced the roughness of the world, that it follows him still, and how it changed his vision of the world.
There is another thing that I borrowed from the realism movement of the XIX century. I, actually, used not one, but two colour palettes for this piece. My usual, and one taken directly from Gustave Courbet, probably the most imporant and famous realist painter. He used more earthy, grayish tones, and that's why you can actually spot the reminicents of mars black in the painting (I don't have black on my own colour palette).
Now we can get back to what I said about the imaginary commissioning of the potrait. As I said, I like to imagine that it was Beckett who did it. James would probably still hold too much guilt and shame after the disaster that was the sinking of HMS Dauntless. I think that James Norrington wanted his old life back so much, not only because of how humiliated he felt, but also because he was so struck with guilt and deep in his trauma, that he wanted to literally "get back his life" and live as if none of it has ever happened, so he didn't have to face the fatal consequences of his actions.
So why Beckett? I think that he knew that, he knew about all of Norrington's shame and guilt, and so he wanted to poke the wound. That's why Norrington isn't actually wearing his coat; it's draped over him, he's forced to clutch it with his hand so it won' fall off. A painful reminder that this is all a ruse, that, as easily as Beckett gave him the admiralcy, he can take it away.
And James knows it, he knows what is going on here, but he is still gripping this coat, unable to resist, desperate to hold onto this life as it literally slips away from him. Maybe it's because of pride, maybe it's the fear of having to confront the past and what it might mean to him.
Whatever the reason really is, he is still gripping the coat. Hoping, against all odds, that maybe if he holds onto it a little longer, it will all go away.