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genyasglockk · 1 year
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rex doing his dramatic little identity reveal every time he meets someone. the way he flips the hood of his cloak back just screams "i used to work alongside a number of sassy jedi and boy did they loooove being all mysterious behind their droopy fucking robes"
he definitely picked that shit up from ahsoka who learned it from anakin who learned it from the one and only obi-wan kenobi. they're a lineage of drama queens.
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edeluarts · 7 months
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Get ready with me to build a giant wooden horse
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Did I just spend 3 days drawing that eyeliner meme? Yes. Yes, I did.
I'm very late to this year's inktober but nevertheless I'm here))) I decided to combine the official prompt list with the classicstober here, specifically prompt 15 - dagger and prompt 20 - Odysseus. I don't know, if I will draw any other prompts, but this one was fun and I hope you like it :)
The dagger was based on Mycenaean daggers in the national archeological museum in Athens and some Mycenaean dagger reproductions I saw, the scene depicted is Odysseus hunting Athena' boar. I hc this dagger was either a gift from Athena herself or from Autolycus, I haven't decided yet.
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98chao · 1 year
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great hearing you got there mr six eared macaque
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sesamenom · 20 days
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this guy again
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rahhhhidk32 · 5 days
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Wdym it only took me like a month to finish wano,,,this is such loser behavior oh my god
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Also the way I like didn’t keep track for
MONTHS😭
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radioactivepeasant · 3 months
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Snippet Thursday: Viper continuation
For context: in previous sections Daxter's ottsel hearing and Jak's eco-assisted eyes picked up a deadly snake camouflaged near Damas’s throne. It didn't get there by itself. Having foiled the assassination attempt, Damas keeps the boys with him to help identify the would-be assassin. As it will turn out in a part I haven't written yet, there are two: one is an agent of Veger disguised as a monk who wants to destabilize the Spargan nation so Haven can control it. The other is an exiled Krimzon Guard who thinks Damas is too soft and who has been promised his old rank back if he kills him.
Obviously, this means tensions are about to be very high between Spargus and Haven. A note: the language I have Spargans using for ceremonies comes from some conlangers on reddit who have been expanding the Gerudo language from Breath of the Wild. I chose Gerudo because "Sabaa'geru" or "Evening People" sounded like something that over generations could become the word Spargus.
Check out their work HERE and HERE!
"Hey boss!" Daxter hopped out of the elevator and made straight for the pools of water. "Aaaaahhh. Sweet relief."
Damas stifled a chuckle at the boy's antics. He was better suited to the heat than he pretended, but he'd never begrudge Daxter the use of the water. By the time he'd looked away, Jak was already halfway to the dais with a spring in his step. Something rattled in his hand.
"I didn't expect to see you today, Jak," Damas greeted him, "What's that you've got?"
Jak held up an intricate band of bones, fangs and claws symmetrically spaced between tiny vertebra and polished until they shone. "It's done!"
Carefully, he passed it to Damas, watching him eagerly for his opinion. Damas turned the band necklace over in his hands, eyebrows raised.
"You have some skill, my boy! I'm impressed with the detail! How long did it take you?"
"Not too long. The fangs were the last piece I needed. See?" Jak leaned over his arm to point to the Dust Demon viper's fangs, forming a circle at the front that mimicked the emblem on the tower door.
"You can keep it, I have another one I'm working one." Jak clearly meant it, but the way he was looking at the necklace suggested he wasn't ready to part with it.
"It reminds me of the arm circlets my captains wear outside the city's walls, albeit bone rather than woven fabric." Damas stepped back up to his throne and set the jewelry down on its arm to admire it. He turned to look back down at Jak, who was clearly pleased by the comparison.
"Were you able to locate Thrax or the false monk?"
Jak's smile fell immediately into a scowl. "Lost Thrax in the Underport. Veger's guy? No idea. Sorry."
Damas jolted. "You chased him all the way into Haven?! Were you seen?"
In the water, Daxter opened one eye and called up, "They don't suspect nothin'. See, those ungrateful yakkows think they can just snap their fingers and Jak will come runnin', so they just figure we're there on one of their orders and start piling on the tasks."
He shut his eye again and yawned. "Boy are they in for a surprise if this turns into war."
"It may come to war," Damas acknowledged. He was devastatingly matter-of-fact about it, as if he was simply discussing the weather. He turned away from his throne, and the ring of tiny bones, to face Jak.
His gaze rested on him with an unbearable weight.
"Should that day come, you will no longer be able to simply run between cities as you please. I need to know where you stand, Jak."
Perhaps his own lack of hesitation should have concerned him. Made him feel guilty for abandoning friends and history so quickly.
It didn't. It made him feel braver than he'd ever felt.
Taking a breath for courage, Jak stepped up onto the dais and approached the king.
"If you asked it of me," Jak said quietly, meeting Damas’s eyes for as long as he could, "I would breach the walls myself. If you gave the order, I'd even lead the Infiltrators right into the Council Hall. As long as the few people who actually stood with us are given at least a chance to support Spargus, there is nothing binding me to Haven."
Damas looked at him with a bemused expression that wavered between stern and fond before a gentle pride won out. He laughed softly and shook his head.
"I don't think I've ever had a citizen quite as bold as you, young one." He rubbed his chin in thought for a moment, then smirked. "Very well, I accept your terms. Give me the names of these "friends", and they will be granted a chance for asylum."
The boy's smile was brief, but genuine and full of life. He stood a little straighter, trying to look as grown-up as possible.
"Then you have your answer," he replied.
"You'll stand with me? Even against the city your friends call home?" Damas pressed, just to be certain.
With a level of emotion unusual for him, Jak answered firmly, "I'd follow you into the underworld. You're-"
He cut himself off quickly, but his eyes finished the sentence for him.
You're the closest thing I have to a father-!
Blinking in a belated effort to hide those emotions, Jak let them push his impulse into action. Two deep breaths, one for courage, one for luck. Then he bowed, fist to his heart.
"Damas, where you go, I go. I will stand with you -- I swear on the Beacon -- even against the people who called themselves our friends. For our people."
Inside, he was shaking. This was a step he'd never taken. He'd never formally given his loyalty to anyone. If Damas didn't accept it-
Jak refused to think about that.
In an instant Damas’s entire posture softened. He placed both hands on Jak’s shoulders, and raised him back up.
"Do you understand what you're saying?" he asked in a hushed voice.
With a dry throat, Jak swallowed and nodded hard. He searched his mind frantically for the old Coastwatcher language Wastelanders still used for ceremonial purposes.
"A'neen Sabaa'geru vaqu."
We are Spargans.
"E'so Sabaa'geru vaqu, darro'ni," Damas answered gravely. You are of Spargus, my son.
It took him far less time to remember the old tongue.
He stepped back to scoop the band of snake vertebrae off his throne and looped it twice around Jak’s right arm before bringing their foreheads together for an instant.
"I will not forget this," he vowed. "I'm...proud of you, Jak."
Now we are one, son-of-my-heart, his spirit sang. What do I care if you have not earned your last amulet? Now and forever you are Spargan!
Jak's eyes glistened when Damas released him, but his crooked smile didn't budge. This was no childish impulse, he'd meant every word. And Damas would honor that pledge.
"Go, then," he said, returning the smile, "seek out your allies in Haven and tell me where they stand."
"We will." Jak squared his shoulders proudly.
"And," Damas added, raising a brow, "I will expect regular reports on your progress, Captain."
"Don't worry, I- Captain?!" Jak sputtered.
There was just a hint of mischief in Damas’s eyes as he gestured to the armband now covering Jak's bicep. "I am giving you the same authority to recruit citizens that I gave Sig. Use it wisely."
Scurrying up out of the water, Daxter rejoined Jak and smacked his leg repeatedly. He knew exactly who he was recruiting.
And who they weren't recruiting.
Jak stood straighter, stiffer, and Daxter felt him trembling just barely under his paw.
A captain? Him? No one listened to him, he was a glorified servant! What was Damas thinking, giving someone like him authority?
Don't screw this up, Jak. Don't screw this up, whatever you do.
He took a shaky breath. "I- I don't um. I don't know how to- to lead, or if anyone would listen to me but-" DON'T SCREW THIS UP!
"I'll-"
The words caught in his throat, then escaped past his teeth.
"I'll do my best to make you proud."
Damas grinned fiercely at him.
"You already do."
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batneko · 1 year
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I realized that these two both have masked superhero alter-egos and asked my friends what I should draw. There was no hesitation.
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dc-newbie · 1 year
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Bernard: Hey, Tim, I found this camera in your room? And a lockbox?
Tim: I’d forgotten where that was!!! I thought I’d lost it.
Bernard: What’s inside?
Tim: Stalker photos.
Bernard: what
Tim: Of Batman and Robin. And a few of the rogues.
Bernard, relaxing: Oh, so you followed them around online and collated a few things? I did the same thing.
Tim: Why would I need a camera to do that??
Bernard: Hold on, these photos look old??
Tim: Yeah, because I took them when I was nine??
Bernard: 👁️👄👁️
Jason, about to break in but now backtracking:
👁️ 👄 👁️
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nupaintings · 4 months
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toonstarterz · 9 months
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Never really understood the whole 'I'm mad you hid your secret identity from me' thing.
If my buddy was out there stopping runaway trains and dismantling oppressive regimes I'd be sooooo glad they weren't dragging me into that shit lol
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Did Chrysalis roll a nat 20 on stealth or did Sombra somehow roll a -1 on perception?
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unofskylanderspages · 5 months
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Seen above: A screenshot from the Skylanders Academy episode, “Missing Links”
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lemuseum · 6 days
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jinxmortality · 1 year
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My top favorites
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retrocgads · 1 year
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USA 1990
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radioactivepeasant · 1 year
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Happy New Year! I am still on my "fake screenshot" nonsense, and I don't think I'll be stopping anytime soon.
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