Changnasty

and when you're gone, i'll tell them my religion's you.

My first iteration of Starscream I remember seeing was TFA I believe (I saw Armada when I was really little so at the time I didn't remember a ton of it until I rewatched it later), so I can understand the whiplash you get after learning he is A SMART SCIENTIST! I mean, I guess that was somewhat evident in TFA when he created his clones, but nothing prepared me for learning Starscream's G1 history and such later on. It's WILD.

Mage from infancy, blood-selected for magicka,  descended from isles of Artaeum forever!  Destined was I from long before birth to exceed all mortals. Altmer? Nay, Aldmer: scion of et'Ada by direct descent,  summoned to Ceporah, and there was I sent:  to Iachesis, to tutor, to test and ferment. No magicka handler Iachesis Ritemaster,  sage of the Elder Way, gentle spellcaster!  To warp not the wind, unlike guild of the latter day, courting disaster. Necromancy, death art, chose me stern and fast.  To change not the present, but call up the past,  obverse of Elder Way, forbidden without cause,  deep-delved in death's way, against Gray Cloak laws. Ill-timed then arrived one, Trechtus by name:  ambitious, obstreperous, blind and deaf to shame,  talented, reckless, thought himself my equal,  his arrogance and envy determined our sequel. Magic he practiced: open, raw power,  flouted the Elder Way, endangered the tower,  then with lowborn cunning cast me as the villain,  engineered exile, made me Tamrielan. All undervalued my will and resolution,  my knowledge formidable, my wit and acumen.  Thus found I new allies to study the death-rites,  the sacrifice rituals, the summons of ghost-wights. Robed all in black goes the Order of Black Worm,  bringing wisdom to seekers who see beyond death-term,  but Trechtus-now-Vanus pursues us to continent,  to persecute worm-wrights his evil intent. Come, all necrotics, defend practice and life,  against Mages who wield magicka like a knife,  heedless of heresy and ignorant of Elder Way,  hating necromancy yet heralding doomsday. Child of Nirn ponder, which would you choose:  tyranny of mages, restricting spell use,  or necromancy, communion with thy dead,  ancestors returned, generations reunited?

abed my very favorite person who doesnt exist but he does in my head

SOBBING ALOUD

Fruit bat noises, apparently. If you care

BATMAN: EUROPA

Shooting a movie

Just a silly idea for a comic I had one night. Not based on real events. IRL I like to feed my neighborhood corvids because watching them is so much fun. They fricking love peanuts.