DAY 9 OF CRINGETOBER!!!!!!! Crossover Ship.

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.

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)

something about this man brings back memories buried deep under piles of gore. remnants of a time when you were still sweet and didn't know the taste of copper. your hand twitches. it yearns to hold his golden claw. craves its anchor

#am

finally after 9 weeks of on and off work. hate monologue animatic. collapses

heres some of my concept sketches for this version of am!

I’ve been playing with the Bluey style lately

Hand it over. That thing, your dark soul.

Aaaa shit you guys, I’m really jazzed about this one.  I looove Dark Souls, and I’ve always wanted to do some art for it, but I’ve never had a good sense of a solid way to approach it.  But seeing as I’m in print mode right now, I decided to give it a shot, and through some experimentation I got to THIS, which delights me greatly!  Plus it’s a new style I can mess around with, which is always very exciting.

(And on the off chance you’re interested in picking this up as a print or as some other kind of merch, this is available in my TeePublic store, username Hyperionwitch!  ugh Tumblr and it’s link problem, it’s linked on my blog sidebar, sorry  I’ll also be taking it to conventions with the rest of my selection…y’know, whenever I can go to cons again.  I’m even going to try to do a limited run of some gilded prints…  👀)

The Voices .

(Like, all of them)

They are birds, but actually not really because they have other animal inspired featuresBUT THEN AGAIN WHAT IS ANYTHING OF THE LONG QUIET?

All of them get the crowns of their respective Chapter I princess's. The tiaras change depending on the princess, no context, no matter that they haven't seen the princess yet(is always more of a symbolic representation, some even mold them out of the path)

I imagine this dust feathers post-construct all got bodies because TLQ did them all by memory and yanked them from the Princess's hearts where they still stayed (in a part of the Shifting Mound still whiting her) or smth close to that. But when they actually became "real" they where put in a separate world entirely, itty-bitty tree house and everything for them.

*Bonus terrible size reference:

Ekzykes, Dragon Communion Revenger, did not forget his hatred even as he succumbed to the scarlet rot.

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.

My thoughts on TLQ's design reveal