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
It's the mug.
Rex has been awake for three nights straight reading transmissions
NUN VADER
Soooooo. Its the time for the grand Lady of the Sith herself.
It was so fun to come up with differend designs for her, making it familliar and yet distinct and functional at the same time (heels are there for a reason in fact).
Let me know which is your fave version :3
(Commissions opened at Artistree and Ko-Fi)
My solution for bloatware is this: by law you should hire in every programming team someone who is Like, A Guy who has a crappy laptop with 4GB and an integrated graphics card, no scratch that, 2 GB of RAM, and a rural internet connection. And every time someone in your team proposes to add shit like NPCs with visible pores or ray tracing or all the bloatware that Windows, Adobe, etc. are doing now, they have to come back and try your project in the Guy's laptop and answer to him. He is allowed to insult you and humilliate you if it doesn't work in his laptop, and you should by law apologize and optimize it for him. If you try to put any kind of DRM or permanent internet connection, he is legally allowed to shoot you.
With about 5 or 10 years of that, we will fix the world.
When you step into sunlight, you honor Apollo. When you admire the moon, you honor Artemis. When you admire cloud shapes, you honor Hera. When you smell petrichor, you honor Zeus. When you laugh at a joke, you honor Hermes. When your body twitches to dance at a particularly upbeat music, you honor Dinoysus. When you enjoy the first bite of your breakfast, you honor Demeter. When you choose your peace over any conflict, you honor Athena. When you warm yourself up by sheltering yourself in blanket, you honor Hestia. When you listen to Ocean sounds, you honor Poseidon. When you smell flowers, you honor Persephone. When you admire the coolness of first day of Autumn, you honor Hades. When you wear your favourite jewellery, you honor Hephaestus. When you smile, you honor Aphrodite. When you exercise, you honor Ares. When you light a torch in a dark room, you honor Hekate.
Your body is a shrine to Gods, your being an act of devotion for them. You, by yourself, are enough for them.
can you imagine if Anakin had actually died in Order 66, defending the temple - almost everyone else's perspective remains the same, except Obi-Wan's and Padme's. Obi-Wan comes back from Utapau, still warned by Yoda, still insistent to find out the truth, only to see footage of Anakin being shot in the back by his own men. Padme waits on the balcony for Anakin, but he never walks through her door again. For the rest of her life, some part of her always expects to hear a familiar energetic knock at any moment.
Much like with Obi-Wan and Vader, some part of Obi-Wan never accepts it at all. To Obi-Wan, Anakin is always just out of sight in the corner, tinkering with a droid. He knows that Anakin is dead; that Anakin died alone on the grimy, cold floor of the Temple. This is a fact. But still, in Obi-Wan's mind, Anakin is simply just out of sight with a droid.
You know I will actually
Rex, from mile away: FIVEESSSSS!!
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