Line-art for Lechdom the Death knight! Newly risen from the grave.
Hello, people. Sadly I cannot be to active on tumblr, not as much as I used to be in the first few days of making this silly account. I guess I just stopped being interested in posting stuff. At any rate, I just wanted to share my girlfriend’s blog. She posts her own art and commissions on it, some of it may be a little bit not safe for work, some of it may be a little more not safe for work.
You get the idea. Regardless, she’s a really good artist and if you can get into her stuff and spread the word, it would be great. (Here I am talking about this as if I have more than ten followers.)
While I agree that Card’s views on certain matters are more than narrow minded and childishly ignorant, I have to say that the book “Ender’s game” and frankly the entire series is a must read when it comes to SF. Though a bit ironic when compared with some of the authors discriminating views, the books deliver a companion filled inner struggle in relation to racial morality and coexistence.
The movie, “Ender’s game” has a terribly hard time competing with the written variant in relation to depth and detail, as all more profound creations, it manages to cover most important moments in Ender’s evolution from a brilliant young boy to the war machine and tool needed to ensure humanity’s survival.
Visually, it was two hours of eye candy with variations from photo-realistic cgi to more symbolism oriented and cartoonish animations which were both gorgeously portrayed. No complaints in regards to sound either, the music shifting completely from the upbeat combat scenes to the eerie, more thoughtful atmosphere.
All in all, the cinematic adaptation has indeed delivered, in my opinion, and while some scenes deserved a lot more detail to fully be appreciated, I doubt it could have had a better outcome than this. If you feel you want more of “Ender’s game” after watching the movie, I urge you to either read the books or listen to the audiobooks.
As I stand now on this seat of skulls seared and blackened by the wars of countless fallen and as I breathe in the stenching fumes of charred flesh and evaporated blood, I ponder if the paths taken and choices made couldn’t have been different, if in-staid of nuclear winds to burn our skins and sand crushed from concrete to cut our feet we could have had blue skies to warm our faces and fat grass to step upon.
I wonder, if this carnage brought upon us a poetic exposition of our past sins or simply the equalizing curse to finally deliver a killing blow against our species.
Nothing made me happen. I happened.
Character for a role play scenario I’m in.
Took me about an hour to draw.
Drawn by me
Programs used; Photoshop
Stopping by Quark’s Bar on DS9 to feed my gambling habit.