taps mic. is anyonw still here. hello. this is my bg3 tav dante he likes playing with/manipulating people as well as proving hes better and smarter than them. hobbies: chasing after that pale elf vampire ass, thinking abt battle tactics and general scheming and planning. and also being a vampire caprisun btw
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Long overdue artwork of Lex and Bal in their Halloween costumes. It took Lex several favors to get him into that costume...
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random hc 3: d(a)emons can be recognized by the shape of their horns (i shall explain)
ramble under the cut!!
okay, so, my personal hc is that, d(a)emons all coalesce with a predetermined physical d(a)emon form for Elegy. they can make minor changes to it, but for the most part, it stays the same — specifically, the horns, which empowereds can use to identify a d(a)emon’s race without having to outright ask them
every d(a)emonic race, as well as having a predetermined physical form, have predetermined horns that go along with it (e.g. all Sadism demons have gazelle-like horns, all Empathy daemons have ram horns, etc etc)
some d(a)emonic races are more prone to “genetic mutations”, in which their horns form differently, but still follow the baseline of the horns for their race (e.g. some Empathy daemons have two sets of ram horns instead of just one) (another personal hc of mine is that incubi/succubi are the most prone to these “genetic mutations”)
I think that this a generally agreed upon headcanon, but i still wanted to put it out there :)
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I did a redraw of an old drawing!
bonus doodles plus the old drawing teehee
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In the place where the foundations shiver with the weight of every ghost you’ve laid to rest beneath the floorboards / In the liminal, staticky place where you were first made monstrous (made hollow and whimpering and fickle) / In the place that tore you lengthwise and emptied you onto the front porch, you learn to swallow back the rage, hold it captive and writhing in your gut.
You learn your way around a set of teeth.
You learn the hackles-raised, jagged-mouthedness of a home without a scrap of heat. You learn how to pull each of your canines out by the bloodied pulp, all nerve endings and the blunted edges of grief.
You learn it because what other choice do you have? What’s the alternative, when all you’ve ever known is the dull scrape of your back against the wall, of your heart tearing clear through your chest?
And god, god, god (you pray to an empty sky). God, you’re so bitter and your bones are all galvanized under your skin, and it hurts. It fucking hurts.
And yet you’d sooner turn your own snapping jaws on yourself than risk learning what happens to animals that misbehave.
So you make yourself small, you make yourself antiseptic and supplicating and placid. You domesticate every thrashing need to escape. You walk into a family dinner with darting yellow eyes: Cerberus with three heads, each maw zip-tied shut by your own hand. You show them the soft flesh of your underbelly—you show the whites of your eyes.
You bite back the terror, you choke on the wrath. Because what else is there to do?
(inspired by this post from @actual-changeling. thanks for the gut-wrench, alex </3)
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gordon freeman draw him plz
i actually drew hlvrai SUPPPPERRR long ago like im talking 2 years ago long ago!! ai loveee hlvrai fr tho that shit is so fire so here u get benrey and gordon kissing bc i think all my gordon sketches got lost in da sauce since most of my hlvrai doodles were traditional
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