Tiamat

Today I bring you a Baldur's Gate 3 strip. Tomorrow? Who knows

Absolute, Cambion, Hag... the number of entities watching the adventures of the party is growing, but no one single one of them has paid for the tickets to this show yet. XD

... and a lil addition. There is one line in Hag's dialogues, which made me tense a little, but in the end nothing happened. Either Ethel has good protection from wiretapping, or Raph was distracted and didn't hear, idk. Though it would be interesting to see how Raphael and the old lady would clash, and who would win.

Spy has crabs

Made using 15.ai

i like this

«Looking after children is easy»

Post-credits scene in a nutshell >w<

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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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.

more transformer/gargoyles this time it’s these three idiots. Starscream, Thundercracker and Skywarp. based off of starscream’s tfp designs mostly with their classic colors. Also sky is female here in honor of her cyberverse version where she’s a femme.

Bonus puppy Buster as thundercracker no doubt tries to smuggle him into the Decepticon base.

Canon information of SCP gods

I have this... weird talent of knowing a lot about SCP stuff that nobody cares about, and finding tales that nobody reads. I decided to compile all my canon fact tea into a few tumblr posts as reference. Let's begin!

Scarlet King

The King is implied to be an insanely large creature. My estimate is approximately 80-120 feet tall if not bigger.

A lizard like creature, with overlapping, plate-like red scales and large claws. Multiple horns. (Note: I don't know if this is canon, but I headcanon that all keratin formations on its body are gold.)

Has no lower jaw.

Has a golden crown.

Apparently wears some form of red regalia/clothing, though I'm not sure what it is.

Undeniably a male entity. According to some tales, part of its evil is a deep hatred of female sexuality and toxic masculinity.

Paraphrased and heavily simplified, its origin is that it was born in the Down Below and hated the world so much that it decided to end it entirely.

The scarlet brides are its daughters, born from the womb of Sanna. Sanna was a resident of its kingdom, and only lived there out of obligation, having no loyalty to it. The King apparently lusted after Sanna, and their children were not born consensually. Sanna died when she gave birth.

Unlike most mythos of traditional Hell ideas, the scarlet kingdom is apparently freezing cold. Buildings made of frigid cold metal, disgusting dark water everywhere, icebergs floating around.

Represents the concepts of hatred, misogyny, toxic masculinity, violence, and destruction.

MEKHANE

MEKHANE is a genderless being. Occasionally refered to as a lord or male entity by Mekhanists, but direct reference to them in most mythos tales calls them by they/them or it/its.

Many interpretations of MEKHANE are recorded, but the basic idea of them being made of thousands of different machines and metals is consistent.

Very, very, very vast and large. Definitely bigger than the King by plenty.

I'm pretty sure that at least the bottom portion of them is serpentine.

MEKHANE is treated more like an abstract concept than an entity, so direct reference to how it looks or acts is unusual.

Represents the concept of building, advancement, artificiality, and order/law.

Yaldabaoth

More consistently referred to as female than male or genderless (e.g. called the "womb of evil", or a mother. This is presumably because her theme of producing flesh or life is commonly linked to childbirth.) However, being a god of flesh, she can also be interpreted as intersex/bigender.

Bigger than planets. That's how big she is.

Does not really have a consistent appearance, more just a ball or mass of flesh and organic traits. However, mentioned to have many many mouths, eyes, tentacles and limbs.

Occasionally portrayed with leathery wings.

Represents the concept of consumption, chaos, lack of order, and birth.

Durge Companion AU - Bloodbath Aftermath

Sorry this took so long! I had a crazy incident where my tablet died and my computer almost did during a storm. But, we're back on track!!!

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Also please thank @predninja for getting me on board with the brushes. It helped me through the background process!

- Rykard anatomy! I’ll add labels soon.

“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… 🎶