Masterlist

Honestly, I love how most artists depict Ares as mostly bare, not even a chestplate, and yet his face and hair is usually completely covered.

You'd take a look at his body and assume he was boasting his invulnerability and strength, and then you take a look at his face and you see nothingness incased in gold and a blood red plume matching the cloak around his shoulders. He is literally depicted as an Everyman, someone for soldiers to strive to be, and yet is faceless so he could be anybody. He's faceless in the war of the gods, a soldier's pawn in the games of his generals. And sure, he is somewhat shown to have his own will in myths, the Net and Jar ones for example, those both ended with him being bound and either mocked or forgotten about. He is the perfect image of the perfect soldier, faceless and yet intimidating, able to survive battle and yet follows orders to the tee because he knows what happens when he doesn't. And the cloak around his shoulders and neck paired with the golden protections around his wrists, forearms, and shins mostly have always screamed a bit 'shackle' to me with its placement. Like he's constantly being reminded of his failures by the very armor he's wearing- though it is limited. An aggressive figure to send into battle, and yet cowed at its master's beck and call with chains of its very own reliance. One that is dehumanized by the very thing that keeps it safe, and yet is shown off by the lack of safety almost everywhere else. The blood red on its plume and cloak reminding those around it of what it is capable of, and that it's not doing that to them because the master has not willed it.

But, maybe I'm just tired

(I wrote this at like 3 in the morning, I’m sort of its bad)

Another Cas

This time I tried a different brush w/ my more realistic style. He’s janky but oh well-

Everyone have a lovely FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR TRAIN Friday

More little doodles

Lil guys :)

HAPPY TRANS VISIBILITY DAY!!

no art today, but happy days!! love you guys!

Spider-Man/Moon Knight AU

sequel(?) to this post

co-written by @majorstumbles

w/c: 420~

warnings: none(yet), maybe count the ominous bird man. maybeee. he will be a legitimate trigger warning soon enough lmao

a/n: this was something that was so briefly discussed mid last year with stumbles who so graciously entertained the idea, and we recently started making new AU Marvel ideas and I proposed this one today. we will be writing together in the coming snippets of this story, soooo. Hope y’all eat well

Peter never wanted to be something like…*this.* He was bitten by a spider, got ONE ego boost and then someone that he loved more than anything is dead because he messed up the one time. Or had a bunch of tiny mess ups leading to one slightly larger mess up that got his uncle Ben killed. Either way, it’s his fault. 

He hates it. Hates the world for it, hates himself for it, hates everything that led to it and he genuinely feels so much hatred for fate that it damn near consumes him. 

It’s the night that Peter wakes up with a cold sweat. Or at least, he thought that he woke up. 

He’s 19 now, no longer 15, and living life day by day, nearly aimless if not for May’s gentle (but firm) encouragement for him to go to college. He doesn't enjoy it, but it's a distraction from his completely worthless life for now, isn't it? 

He’s been having…dreams. Sometimes it's nothing, but it's not ‘nothing’ if he knows that he’s asleep right? It’s something, a numbing lack of sensation that makes him wake up disoriented and confused. Sometimes it's everything, his senses overstimulated with something akin to blaring TV static but so painfully loud and piercing that he wakes up shuddering. 

It’s the one time that any sense is made in Peter’s dreams that changes everything. 

It was a dream within a dream, as he realizes later. It’s why even though he thought that he woke up, and instead of launching out of his bed because of how overwhelmed he was, he sat up in a desert, chest heaving and feeling like he was about to jump out of his skin. 

As he came to grips with this unfamiliar environment, Peter examined his surroundings. The sky was an ultramarine blue, the stars brighter than he's ever seen and the Moon looking like it was out of a movie, the sand a faint purple tone, lavender maybe? The sand doesn't feel quite like sand, doesn’t feel very coarse or grainy, but Peter’s mind is grasping at anything to make sense of the scenario. Where the hell was he?

And in front of him standing plainly in the sand, tall and overbearing, is the answer to his question in the form of the moon god, Khonsu.

Of course, Peter didn’t know that then, but he certainly would become aware in the coming days. Peter blanches at this freakish looking bird-man, who’s draped in traditional Egyptian garments and looking throughly otherworldly.

“Peter Benjamin Parker. You lowly, lowly little man. You can keep living like a sad human with capabilities thay you constantly keep under check for whatever less-than-logical reason, or,” the being remarks with his words laced with pity and sarcasm, “You could be more. For me. How does that sound, Peter?”

I am s o b b i n g IF ANY FUTURE PARTNER OF ISNT INTO ME LIKE FUKIN- ODYSSEUS OR PENELOPE I DONT WANT IT

I CANT BELIEVE ITS ACTUALLY OVER- THIS MUSICAL MAN, GOT ME RIGHT IN THE FEELS

ODYSSEUS BEING A GOOD DAD, THE SLAUGHTER, THE LAST FUCKING HARMONIZED LINE

GODS

THAT WENT DOWNHILL SO FAST, OH MY GODS-!!

“cmere boy”

*sound of clanging pots and pans getting closer*