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Have you seen "the Bride and the ugly ass groom" that's been going around tumblr, Imagine that but with Shaman and Medusa.
the bride and the ugly ass groom
ASGFDHGJNHKJ I LOVE THAT MEME, and yes I was planning to do it but I had been distracted by other drawings x,d, your ask finally encouraged me to do it xD.
#dota 2#dota 2 fanart#maidot#dota 2 art#digital art#art#shadow shaman#medusa dota 2#dota ships#snake charmer#snake charmer ship#meme#the bride and the ugly ass groom
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Dota2 mini comics
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trading is fun. right, @maidot? 😌
soon Rhasta will be among these tough guys
#dota 2#dota 2 art#art#dota#dota 2 fanart#dota 2 heroes#dota art#dota 2 mars#mars#dota 2 shadow shaman#shadow shaman#rhasta#trade#art trade#procreate#i'm your fan Maidot did you know that😘
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Dota
Why of all my dota posts is this one getting attention, guys please believe me when I say I can draw better than this
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Wow ok tumblr, nice horrible layout that copies Twitter, jesus cristo.
Anyway, haven't been drawing much because my work at present requires me to be up at 7am. If you know me, you know that used to be closer to my go to bed time, than waking up time lol. BUT NO MORE ;____;
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Medusa leaned against the fence around the garden and watched Rhasta. She loved to watch him when he was occupied and didn’t notice her, like now.
The sun shone hot and bright, no cloud in sight, warming Medusa's skin. Her hair moved slowly around her head, the snakes enjoying the warmth of the steppes.
From where she was standing, Medusa could hear the shaman humming softly as he dug through the earth, pulling weeds from between his herbs and flowers.
Considering the constant heat, they were astonishingly green, the flowers bringing colour to the yellow and brown all around them. It was pretty.
As Rhasta stood up to refill the watering can, he swayed slightly, maybe he had gotten up too fast and was dizzy. Or he simply moved to the music in his head.
As soon as he saw Medusa, he put the can down and sauntered over. “Hello my beautiful.”
From anyone else, these words would have sounded mocking, but when Rhasta said them, Medusa had learned he meant it and she almost blushed. She answered his happy smile with one of her own.
“I apologise for not noticing you. Did you want something?” Rhasta leaned against the fence from the other side. His skin, where it was visible, glistened from sweat and dirt streaked one cheek. It had the colour of dried grass and sand, as if he had been marked as part of the steppes.
One of Medusa’s snakes moved towards him and he raised a hand, running a finger over the cool scales.
Rhasta’s hands were soft, even after digging through soil all morning and Medusa stilled, savouring the contact and waiting for the snake to retreat before answering. “No, I have nothing to do and wanted to watch you for a bit.”
Rhasta’s smile widened into a grin. He rested more heavily against the fence, his hip jutting out. “Because i am sexy as fuck.”
That wasn’t arrogance (or maybe just a bit), it was the truth and Medusa leaned over the fence until she could kiss the cocky shaman. Even with such a short brush of lips, she could taste the salt from his sweat and smell the sun on his skin, the earth clinging to his hands, the crushed leaves of weeds.
Her hair brushed against Rhasta, liking him no matter if he was dirty or clean. She could relate to that.
“Since you are here to watch, I assume it is fine for me to finish my work.”
“Go on little shaman.”
With a wink, Rhasta pushed away and retrieved the watering can. Humming filled the air a moment later.
About an hour later, Rhasta straightened. When he came over to Medusa, who hadn’t moved away from her spot, he carried a hand full of flowers. “Pretty flowers for my pretty girlfriend.”
That was one reason why Medusa loved the shaman. He treated her like she was precious. Like she deserved pretty things. It was wonderful and this time she definitely blushed.
@maidot a littly shippy fic :)
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old sketches (like 2022)
Medusa x Chaman fellas (Dota 2) 💛
#medusa dota 2#shaman dota 2#dota 2#dota 2 fanart#shadow shaman#shadow shaman x medusa#my art#muttamu#fan art
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Dota 2 - Shackles
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I was lucky to be commissioned by cool guys, Barcraft United, to draw illustrations for their Viewing Party Organizer's Guide.
Honestly, I'm very happy. Also had a lot of fun drawing all of the heroes (and one creep)!
#dota 2#dota 2 fanart#Nature's prophet#Outworld Destroyer#Techies#Spleen#Squee#Storm Spirit#Zeus#Witch doctor#Shadow Shaman#and we are not forgetting our hero#radiant melee creep
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Round 1: Match 19
From the Half Life and Portal Encyclopedia,
The G-Man is an enigmatic and mysterious character that appears in nearly every title of the Half-Life series. Referred to as a "sinister inter-dimensional bureaucrat", he is known to display peculiar behavior and wield reality-bending powers.
From the Official Dota 2 website,
Shadow Shaman quickly clears the way for his team's forces to march on the enemy base. Blasting enemies with shocking spells and interrupting attackers with hexes, his powerful serpent wards destroy enemy defenses with ease.
YOU SAID:
"The fact that [G-Man] makes it very clear that he is always out there, looking over the world, seeing what happens, and is the reason for most things happening. I love the graffiti of him with the umbrella so much. The different messages you can get from it depending on how you look at it."
"A comment in his file in the code of both HL1 and HL Source reads 'Purpose: the G-Man, misunderstood servant of the people'. Please just give my beloved blorbo a chance okay he deserves it"
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metal pins
one of the best things I could design ;;;;
the context
Shadow Shaman have a "Pollo a la Brasa" one of the most consumed dishes and considered a culinary specialty of Perú :3
Dark Willow have a Doña Pepa Turrón, traditional Peruvian sweet consumed more in October for the celebration of the "Lord of Miracles"
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My dota enamel pins
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i mean i draw quite rarely so why not post some random sketches?
also i'm sure a lot of people here like this hero sooo...
#dota 2#dota 2 art#dota 2 fanart#dota 2 shadow shaman#shadow shaman#dota 2 heroes#dota 2 rhasta#rhasta#sketch#small boy big teeth
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dazzle and friends
#my art#just doodling#dota 2#dota 2 Art#dota 2 heroes#dazzle#shadow shaman#huskar#chen#dont think for a second I havent noticed the shape upon the radiant towers
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Fictober 2023
Prompt: Day One “It's not too late, let's go!”
Fanfiction Fandom: DotA 2
Rating: T
Warnings: None Apply
“It's not too late, let's go!” The words echoed over and over and over and over.
Rhasta studied the crowd, remaining still from his post perched atop a barrel. The taste of mutton and cheap alcohol lingered on his tongue as well as the phrase he had eagerly uttered not one hour before he landed himself in this predicament. One thing his father had always been adamant to remind him of, was the downfall of any self respecting con man who gave in to the temptations of haste.
He remembered it, it became like a mantra to the self proclaimed Shadow Shaman. He would repeat it to himself like a damned ritual. Yet here he was, cramped in a storage alleyway and hiding from furious marks.
Now this wasn't the first time Rhasta found himself fleeing from a raging sea except instead of drowning in ironically cool and calm waters he would be drowning under flying fists and stomping boots. About a year or so ago it was a similar situation, although in that case he wasn't about to take responsibilty for the mishaps of other people – and especially not some arrogant, reckless faerie who almost seemed to derive a sadomasochistic pleasure from pure bedlam. Although he had some responsibility in the fact that he trusted her like a complete moron.
There was also that snowy hairball of a kobold who promised – no – who SWORE he would back him up in the ancient ruins they had been exploring, only to run with his ratty tail between his legs when the “tourists” they had been tailing for a fast scam turned out to be maniacal cultists looking to ressurect an eldritch god via a gory and very convenient sacrifice. Did they manage their feat? Rhasta didn't know, and honestly Rhasta didn't care. He turned and got his own ass out of there and managed to overtake his rodent companion on the way out. No, he didn't stop to assist him so they would escape together. It was every man for himself.
Both of those were characters that quite frankly he'd be delighted if he never saw them again.
It's not too late, let's go!
The words made his stomach churn. Even more so when he heard the patter of angry footsteps and he had to throw himself from his perch and curl up behind the crates and barrels.
“I could've sworn I saw something here!”
“Maybe you need to lay off the drink!”
“Ah shuddup!”
Rhasta let out a silent sigh. Great. Cornered. This was exactly what he needed on his weekend. Under normal circumstances a little bit of drumming his sticks against whatever object was sitting in front of him would give him the ample rhythm to think of a plan, but how was one meant to drum when the entire point of hiding was to stay silent? He was caught here, he was certain of it. Gently he rested his head against the stone wall as the footsteps grew closer. The sky seemed to reflect his burning rage.
Spirits! He hissed inside his head. I know you and I have had a difficult relationship, but surely you can't have decided this fate for me! Is it too late for escape?
Weak clucks caught his attention. Even better. Caged chickens. It had already been an ordeal and a half attempting to shed his reputation as the “Chicken Man” - he only did that for spectacle when his father was still alive for Gods' sakes! Now the only time he dabbled in hexing was turning anyone who ticked him off enough into next week's dinner and blowing them up with-
With ... with lightning ...
Rhasta looked back up at the sky. Again the words echoed in his mind, but now instead of defeat, they sang with hope.
It's not too late, let's go!
The bandages tightened around his bound chest as he took a deep breath in. Channeling the electric energy that he had no right to use, but he stole it anyway. The footsteps grew louder as each spark and crackle rushed through his veins. His sticks were glowing. It was time.
The troll leapt from his hiding spot, his attackers yelping with fright but Rhasta wasted no time in tossing the crates to his front and – with a cackle loud enough to rival a clap of thunder – he bashed the cage, letting out a deafening boom. Feathers flew, his pursuers shrieked and the Shadow Shaman made a mad dash for the city gate, ducking and diving between crowds screaming at the lightning emitting from his weapons.
He ran. He ran fast. His feet pounded hard against the cobble road. His heart thumped and threatened to explode until he rested against a looming tree. He could still hear the city guard on his trail but the lightning had long faded and Rhasta was nothing if not at home in the darkness that night provided. There would be no finding him. Fate may have been tempting him one way, but he found another, as he always had. In the corner of his eyes he saw a flicker of a shadow, but he knew once he turned it would be gone.
“You were so proud of me once, father,” he whispered into the cold air. “I hope you still are.”
#fictober23#dota2#shadow shaman#dota 2#fanfic#one shot#im gonna try my hand at these but don't expect anything groundbreaking#i just wanna try write about some different characters for fun
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