as long as im riordanposting for the night (started monster donut last night also. this is why.) i will say.the thing w/ percy being this universally known hero or figure or contemporary legend where everyone loves or hates him or tells stories ab him or whatever is like. if u lean into that u legally Cannot make him a conventionally het attractive jacked guy. u cannot. he absolutely has to be a skinny ass scruffy disreputable imp looking beanstalk of a teenager. guy who u would pass a wide berth on the street because he looks like he might trip u or steal ur wallet. class clown. guy who skips class & likes cartoon network shows. the one skater kid who always gets picked up by the cops when none of his friends do. ruffles the hair of anyone shorter than him. holes in his hoodie cuffs gets paranoid when high mischievous big brother coded. distressed 90% of the time. covered in awful scars. guy who got offered godhood & still has the bearing of being the kid who everyone committed microaggressions against in highschool. someones like oh yeah thats the famous hero guy & every time the camera pans 2 whoever hes standing with before scratching back & going HIM??? that one???
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I think this came out rather well considering I haven't touched drawing charcoal since 2019. I'm especially proud of how the flag and skirt came out, and the hair isn't half bad either. It's also not my strong suit: I was taught to do portraits in charcoal and this definitely isn't that. And naturally I only spent about 2 hours on it. I have a strict rule against spending longer on a charcoal piece than it takes for my lips to go numb. (I chew on my lips while doing charcoal and can't seem to be able to stop.)
As for the subject material... as a child I was told that if the War of the Ring had been lost, Arwen would have traveled to the Grey Havens and gone into the West, and that bugged me. I think the main reason was because I considered (and still do consider, to be honest) a betrothal to be an equally serious and binding commitment as the actual marriage. (Which is why I don't watch many romcoms; it bothers me inordinately that the leading lady usually ends up breaking off a betrothal because she fell for some kind of dashing rogue she's known for like 3 days.) So my interpretation of the text is that Arwen chose her fate when she accepted Aragorn's proposal (or before) and not when she actually married him -- meaning she had already chosen not to go into the West by the time the events of the book rolled around, regardless of the outcome of the war. Regardless of the actual intended weight of the betrothal within the text, Tolkien certainly didn't write Arwen's appearance in Return of the King to suggest that it was a huge turning point for her or she was making some kind of Big Choice; it was just the realization of a future hoped for. I think this contributed greatly to my interest in Bad LotR AUs.
This image doesn't belong to any specific AU, it's just a concept of Arwen approaching Mordor or possibly Barad-dur alone, carrying the banner she made Aragorn and Aiglos -- representing her two heritages and the strength of Elves and Men that she intends to challenge Sauron with. Probably Aragorn is being held prisoner and she's after rescuing him for ~*~ thematic parallels ~*~. And Sauron is not going out to meet her. Learned that lesson already.
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wack pleck possibilities now that it's confirmed that everyone in the crew has a wack counterpart:
-a plint 1.0
-a plint 2.0
-captain cameron (this one would fully murder me in real life)
-no one because kor forgot about him
-kor himself (because they're nemeses)
-kor himself (they're the same person via time travel shenanigans)
-some completely fucking random callback we can't even predict yet
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my biggest opinion being that as much as I enjoyed some of the epilogue interactions it overall felt more like larian slapping a bandaid on a wound that OBVIOUSLY needed stitches than any real effort to fix people complaints about the ending
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There's only 3 people Simon follows on social media. Gaz, Soap... and a pornstar he's been obsessed with for months.
He loves coming back from missions and seeing you promoting your new content on Twitter, always getting fucked by a different person— never the same man or woman twice.
He'd be lying if he said he doesn't think he can fuck you better than the men jackhammering into you without care, or the women who keep staring at the camera rather than focusing on your lovely body. He could do it so much better, stuffing your pretty cunt full of eight inches of thick, veiny meat.
Warm water runs down his body as he rubs his throbbing cock, calloused hands toying with the angry, red tip before he smears it all over his shaft, almost cumming at the wet sound that rings around the shower when he jerks off again.
His leaking precum sticks to his hand, begging him to keep going while he scrolls down your Twitter. Half-lidded brown eyes struggle to stay open when he sees a new photo of you, groaning at the way your bright smile overpowers the thick cum smeared all over your lovely tits, looking so proud of finishing another man off and getting marked.
His boner is almost painful at this point. He's sure his arm is going to get a cramp after this, but he's too far gone to care.
Simon's fantasies run wild as he keeps scrolling and liking your new content. He's barely lucid enough to register the newest video, looking at the skimpy clothing you're wearing being ripped off by an older man, cock thrusting into you wildly, almost punishingly. There's nothing more lovely than your expression when you get penetrated, wide eyes looking at the camera and pretty lips turned into an "o" shape before you smile, clearly enjoying every single inch of meat stuffed into your needy cunt.
“Fuck.” His hand works faster down his shaft, the familiar tight feeling in his heavy balls returning while he lets out a low moan. A tidal wave of euphoria hits him when his half-lidded brown eyes return to the video, muscles flexing and tensing up as he releases thick ropes of cum onto the floor, letting the water wash it away.
His hips buck uncontrollably as he squeezes the last drops of thick cum out of his cock with a couple of low groans, hand finally slowing down.
His muscles finally relax, chest rising up and down while he tries to recover from the intense orgasm. He can't help but look at the ropes of release being washed away, secretly hoping they were in you instead.
His phone vibrates in his hand, and he immediately looks at it with a raised eyebrow, breath catching in his throat when he reads the notification announcing that you follow him back.
Part II | Part III
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