Where's My Jewish Phrase For When You People Are Being Irrevocably Horny?

Lil man

Lil man Castiel

Cause I needed to get smth else done

This is my Durge Tav, Charon! He’s my main run Tav, transmasc and romancing Astarion (in-game screenshots below).

He’s been through it lol

(His hair is the bane of my existence-)

Credits to @tav-dex for the character sheet base!

(Edit was: changed bass to base lmao)

(Edit 2: put #bg3charon as a tag so I can keep track of all my Charon posts- there WILL be more :))

what happens to nitrogen when the sun rises

More little doodles

Lil guys :)

Gool ole’ Arthur Morgan! I think I’m getting better at this little painterly style :)

Reference :}

Reblog this and I’ll grant you one wish.

HAPPY TRANS VISIBILITY DAY!!

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

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)

Team Free Will

Just some lil guys I drew during a lecture.

Lil men