The Dragonets

“And as sensations of dread and thrill fill the audience, the ghost of Gory Gabriel rises from the sea to protect his treasure…”

This has been in production for wayyy too long by now! It is high time I showed it off a little. I’m incredibly satisfied with how it came out, and think I did a good job setting the mood at least haha

🎶 Grusomme Gabriel heter jeg. Jeg går igjen og spøker for deg… 🎶

panopticon

Spy has crabs

Made using 15.ai

Mildly heartbroken again about how many of the Durge specific lines in Act 3 are centered around being daddy's favorite. My father loved ME best he demands you bow to ME this city is MY gift from him I'm his special little heir. The fact that this almost never works in Durge's favor, even in circumstances where you'd sort of expect it to (like in front of the Murder Tribunal).

Because Bhaal made you, yes. Made you specially, made you in his own image. But it doesn't mean he loves you. It doesn't make you special to him. He didn't stop Orin from turning on you. Won't punish her for it, only tells you to handle it yourself. Months of living vivisection at Kressa Bonedaughter's hand and he didn't do a thing. He doesn't appear to you after the nautiloid, explain your purpose, the way home, or even who you are. All he sent was a butler to make further demands of you in exchange for meager power-ups. Right up until you prove yourself the clear victor, and Last of your Name, Bhaal can't be asked to lift a finger for you.

I've been thinking about that cut ending where Durge is demoted to breeding stock for Bhaal. How this implied to be what's expected of you even if you do everything Bhaal asks. Willing or no you'll be churning out babies.

To Bhaal, Durge is an experiment of varying success. No more and no less. And all that love Durge can try to cash in on is worthless, because it doesn't actually exist

Decided to finally listen to "I have no mouth and I must scream" radioplay...

GODS how I love AM and his voice

(this design is taken from eggonalegg animatic)

looking at the series of events that the dark urge went through in their semi-odd forty ish years of life in baldur’s gate, it really is no wonder why they felt so utterly terrified at showing even a modicum of affection towards another person.

they were made to kill their foster family at such a young age, likely barely even a teenager, if even that. the only family they had ever known, having no memory of their birth, and the urge that plagued them — the urge which is likely a manifestation of bhaal himself — makes them eviscerate their closest support system.

they were rushed towards a temple, an underground sanctum filled with only envious slaughter-siblings and devout worshippers, both of which treated them as an outsider to varying degrees. slaughter-siblings who were rife with jealousy, eager to see them fail and to use them as a stepping stone to prove their worth to either the oldest living bhaalspawn or bhaal himself. worshippers who would kill and maim for even a feeling of the gods divine worship on their skin, likely tearing and violating the dark urge from the minute the god-child was put in front of them. an environment filled to the brim with hostility and oppression, and through this entire experience the dark urge’s only support and love they have access too comes from a loveless god.

a god that is so deeply revered and feared in equal measure in the halls they stalk. a god whose dominion demands reverent sacrifice, a constant debasing of the self, and sickening display of self-violation to fuel his dark rituals. a god whose domain of murder allows for no softness, no weakness, no compassion, no room for anything but the god himself.

and then the dark urge begins to admire enver gortash. a man who, like him, is subjected to the domineering hand of a god. a man who shares his intense worship and faith. a man who understands the burden and pressures of living up to a gods expectation. a man who lives with the same fear that the dark urge has constantly been trying to squash and squander. a man who understands.

it really is no wonder that the dark urge becomes terrified when the depth of feeling they are experiencing becomes known to them. to have your entire life’s purpose uprooted and destroyed. to have your entire life revolve around the fact that everything in this world that was not for bhaal does not have a place in it, and yet the feelings you are having are not for your object of worship. those feelings are for yourself, and isn’t that selfish?

the dark urge was not made to have personhood. they were not made for individualism. the luxury of choice was never theirs to have or make, a fact they have been intimately aware of since their knife-hand first took the lives of their mother and father — their real mother and father. the first people who loved them, unconditionally, with a wholehearted abandon. and the dark urge was made to kill them for it.

no wonder the dark urge is terrified.

i’d be terrified too, if i knew i’d be destined to have anything i claimed as my own taken from me. even if the thing i claimed wasn’t mine to claim in the first place.

having a lot of thoughts about playing a paladin dark urge

frankly think a lot of glados android designs are kinda bland so I present to u whatever the fuck this is

(edit: yes i know its not an android technically. u can now stop saying this.)

It’s not that big of a deal so I’m not gonna cry about it too loud, but I do miss the early days of survival minecraft. And I mean early early days. Dogs were just added. The nether blew our minds(other dimensions?!?). Empty villages without villagers.

It was a feeling of isolation. Not a sad one, but a mysterious one. It was just you and your dogs. You got a hint that your world was completely abandoned. Why? I don’t know. Just make your house, explore, and don’t die.

I remember they added The End and I don’t even think they added the dragon boss battle fully. It was just there. I think that was 1.8 of the beta?

The music added to this, too. Perfect music. C418 is a genius and I miss him.

It was a different time. I won’t say minecraft is ruined, because that is unfair. But I will say… that time was special. There was a nice simplicity. And the nostalgia is very real.

A Wizard's Checklist

(Or; 'Whoops Did I Project On The Wizard From SCP-6044?')

I swear I will continue this comic series for however many of you are here for it, as I hope it brings y'all as much joy in this not so fun time as it does for me to make this series.

Just expect some nonsense and other stuff in between <3

(non transparent and transparent bgs for y'all as well hehehe)

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