God There's Something About The Idea That Hector Was Wearing Achilles's Old Armor When He Faced Him To

come back to me

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I’ve been introduced to sk8 the infinity recently, and I’m really enjoying it since there is this very human like charm to it

I would draw a similar drawing to this with langa and reki but I can’t draw reki for the life of me

Another Lancelot-Grail scene but I made it Hans/Henry…

Only a sketch for now, but I hope it’s readable!

suddenly struck with thoughts about the devastating concept of Jason Todd

because he was good. because he had a bleeding heart despite every reason not to. he loved school and was good at it. he was the first to be adopted, with little pretense of guardianship. he did everything he could to be a perfect Robin and live up to an impossible ideal. he only ever wanted Bruce and Dick to like him.

because he met Bruce in the same place and on the same day that Bruce's parents died--the single defining moment of Batman's existence. and he made Batman laugh. he hit the Dark Knight, Terror of Gotham, with a tire iron. he wasn't afraid of the man who turned fear into a weapon.

because he couldn't save his mother from herself, but he tried. because he was too good not to try and save the woman who gave him up. too good to play the Joker's game. the crowbar didn't kill him, the bomb did. he died knowing he wouldn't make it and tried anyway. he died a hero.

because other Robins have died, but none of them put an irrevocable tear in the mythos of Batman. because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe. he dies for the sins of his father. he was put to death by popular vote, sacrificed by the crowd. doomed by the narrative and doomed by the audience. the boy who only ever tried to prove he was good enough--wasn't good enough.

because he has every reason to be angry. because he didn't ask to be murdered, didn't ask to be brought back, and when he did everyone acted like he was better off dead. Bruce tried to kill him and nearly succeeded. he's blamed for his own death and blamed for his resurrection. he can never come home because the house is haunted by his own ghost.

because he's been the hero, the victim, and the villain. because his family and his writers and his universe don't know what to make of him. they don't know how to look his tragedy in the eye. and how can you?

it hurts to look at the hero who cannot be good enough, the victim who will only ever be angry, the villain who can sometimes be right. the audience hates to feel complicit and, in this exceptional case, they are.

Falin, Oil on paper and digital

i absolutely love reading everyone's tags from my brucie in 1940s art so here's one for clark!!!!!!!

even away from his superhero persona, clark kent does his share of rescuing via helping a lost kid find his way back to his parent

tho the kid seems to be enjoying himself

hello!! compiled all my drawings for femcweek2024 :)

These memories may stay forever, but...

Skyfire/jetfire compilation, I love him forever