i like to think that gilgamesh, two-thirds god, wears the signs of his divinity like battle scars.
he is physically marked out from the people of Uruk, a visible reminder of his superiority—these humans are like cattle beneath him. he is not their equal. sometimes when he walks among them talking and laughing and loving he thinks he might want to be.
oh and the priests and scribes and courtesans all bow and tell him how much like his mother he looks, how godly he is, how powerful and perfect and unparalleled among men. but when he goes to his goddess mother Ninsun in her perfumed chambers and kneels and tells her of his dreams, she looks down at him, looks in the way only a goddess can, as if from a vast, unspeakable distance—says, with an expression he cannot decipher, that he looks just like his mortal father.
he dreams and he dies a mortal death a hundred times every night. he dreams and he is raised to godhood in a hundred different temples.
Thrawn: This was all a terrible idea...
Thrawn: Why didn’t anyone stop me?
Faro: Because you didn’t tell us
Eli: Why didn’t you tell us!?
Thrawn: If I told either of you, you would have stopped me
In the next elections you should vote me for mayor of athens and I will commission an addition to be made to the sculpture of Socrates outside the academy: Alcibiades sitting on his lap.
one of my highest goals as an artist is to give other people the feeling i get when i see a drawing that i obsess over and it becomes my personality for a week or two
I did the donut tutorial! I'm so proud of myself 😭🤩 (lol)
I wanna learn how to create 3D environments in particular, mainly for comic-making purposes. Anyway, this was a great tutorial and I learned a lot as someone without a ton of experience with 3D :>
“Are you sure you want to do that, Lieutenant?” drawls Piett's captain. His core accent is thick and his voice drips with condescending judgement. He's watching Piett take a battle sim that had a reputation for being horrendously difficult and rumored to have been created in a joint endeavor between Lord Vader and Commodore Thrawn. The part about Thrawn at least, had credence given that his glowing red eyes swept over Piett and all the other sim takers from his position at the back of the hall.
"Yes sir," Piett says, picking out a number of smaller frigates to join his capital ship. His starting formation is poor, leaves his star destroyer vulnerable and he knows it. His captain knows it.
His captain hasn't realized it's intentional. "Your actions here reflect on me," he hisses, low and furious.
"I haven't forgotten, sir," Piett says as the simulated rebel fleet drops in from hyperspace, firing on the star destroyer. Piett watches it take one shot, two. Then he lets the shields drop. Lets the ship drift. The fleet pounces on imperial ships and of course they do, given who designed them. It's precisely what Piett expected.
And the program certainly hadn't expected Piett to flank its fleet with the veritable swarm of TIEs. The coding told it that any shield loss was due to a crippled ship. After all, who was crazy enough to deliberately lower their shields in a battle?
Piett flicks the setting on his Star Destroyer's shields all the way back up and watches as the battery from its guns smash through the rest of the simulated enemies.
His captain swells furiously. "That is not in any tactical handbook-"
"Not any Imperial one," Thrawn agrees from behind them. His burning eyes sweep past the captain dismissively to fix firmly on Piett. "But the lieutenant is Axxilaan I believe."
"Yes sir," Piett says.
"A fascinating culture," Thrawn muses. "I have rarely been so wrong in my assessments. But the art... it doesn't quite fit you. Curious." And then he turns back to the simulation. "And very clever. I shall have to account for this when the next version is administered."