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[maidot]

happy new year uwu

2024 ya empezó >:U

[fridka]

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

[monlerfu]

I’m posting a continuation to previous posts✨

[nickmurdok]

BIGGEST ANTIMAGE FAN SINCE 2016 i love me some silly dota men

[laklisha]

[solays]

<: Omg, big bro is so insufferable. (Stuff from my twitter. Please follow me here. ~ https://twitter.com/S_O_L_A_Y_S

[dotardnewbie]

Starter

Weeping Rose, a city of perpetual night, was a place of magic and wonder, but also of darkness and terror. Its streets were winding and labyrinthine, made of ancient stones that pulsed with an eerie energy. Towering spires and domed roofs loomed overhead, adorned with strange glyphs and runes that glowed with a sinister light.

The Quorum, a senate of 31 powerful wizards, ruled over the city with an iron fist, their word law. They were the masters of Weeping Rose, deciding what was permissible in the city and what was not. But even with their strict governance, the city remained a haven for magic-users of all kinds, where the laws of reality themselves seemed to bend to their will.

The marketplaces of Weeping Rose were a sight to behold, but they held dark secrets as well. Rare and valuable goods could be found there, things that were not available anywhere else in the world. But among them were items imbued with ancient power and books containing the secrets of forgotten spells, all sold to the highest bidder.

The city also held a darker side, with the slave trade of strange and wondrous creatures a common sight. But even that was overshadowed by the Tyler Estate, a prison where lawbreakers were sent to pay for their crimes. The Warden of the estate, known only as The Silencer, was a figure of terror, rumored to experiment on inmates and leave them irreparably changed.

Despite the dangers, Weeping Rose remained a place of fascination and enchantment. Those brave enough to venture into its winding streets and dark alleys would find themselves transported to a world unlike any other, a place where magic and terror were two sides of the same coin. ***

The Anti-Mage sat in the vast study, surrounded by towering stacks of tomes and ancient scrolls, feeling very much out of place in an office that was not his own. Weeping Rose trembled at the mere mention of his name, for he was the most feared mage hunter in the city. His reputation preceded him like a shadow, a warning to all those who dabbled in the cursed arts that he was coming for them, and he would show them no mercy.

The Anti-Mage's short magenta mohawk added a splash of color to the otherwise somber atmosphere of the room, a beacon of defiance amidst the darkness. His piercing purple eyes flickered around the study, attempting to distract himself as the time passed, for the waiting was always the hardest part. As he waited for The Silencer to arrive, the Anti-Mage could feel the ancient stones of the Estate pulsing with arcane energies, a reminder of the power that he hunted; It was a sensation he had grown used to by now but it never failed to make his skin crawl. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself for the meeting to come, the power within the walls wavering as The Silencer drew closer.

When the Warden finally entered the room, the Anti-Mage rose to his feet, his serious demeanor in full display. His eyes met The Silencer's, and for a moment, the room was drawn into an almost uncomfortable quiet. The Warden of the estate was a man of few words, but his presence alone was enough to command respect. For they were two dark warriors, each one a master of their craft, united in a common goal: to stamp out the cursed arts that threatened to devour the world.

[bladeofavilliva]

Spectral Hunter: A Dota 2 set for Antimage in recognition of the arrival of the new hero, The Revenant Muerta! ✍️  Set Concept by the Dota Art Team, blade design by Matthew Cristello

⚒️  Sculpt by @HawtKoffee , @WudgieFudgie, & @bladeofavilliva

🎨 Textures by Matthew Cristello

👨‍💻 Rigging, Lowpoly, Bakes, & Uvs by Michael Shilliday

✨ Polish & Particles by Dota Art Team  

[verodicia]

[maidot]

ship requests from my Fb people uwu.

[fridka]

Random draws from the last couple days, some dota and some oc stuff

[justaz]

semi-dark king merlin au, someone from ealdor tells king cenred about merlin and he is captured and held as a slave in essetir. since merlin despises captivity and servitude, he’d rather be dead and free than alive and in chains so he acts out and pisses people (especially the king) off so they’ll think him too much trouble and kill him. at first they stick to beatings until merlin manages to get his chains around a few necks and now has a body count so they kill him…..only he wakes back up a few hours later and king cenred is Intrigued and keeps him close. merlin keeps acting out but no matter how many times they kill him, he won’t stay dead. merlin has this moment after waking up perfectly fine after his twenty seventh death where he is hopeless and believes there to be no escape, not even thru death. a few other sorcerers in chains come and help him clean up and give him a lil peptalk, realizing him to be emrys, and then they revolt and take over the kingdom and crown merlin as king and now uther is like “wtf” bc his neighboring kingdom who was kinda sorta on his wavelength about sorcery, though uther did not approve of keeping them alive, is now a kingdom ruled by magic. he goes to war with them but with magic running free and fucking emrys on the throne, they don’t make a lot of headway. anyways merthur meet on the battlefield, enemies to lovers, you get it

[stickyvoidpaper]

I truly think Jason, while underage goes to the oblivion bar to get shitfaced when he knows Bruce is tracking him. I wish magic boy was shown to be more magic.

ignore the background idk what I'm going. I do know that Bobo is going to fucking destroy everyone at that table.

[feniksido]

Sigh. Something something i love gay people caption etc

[jelzorz]

176.

Soren has a dragon that he's had since he was three.

It's one of the few genuinely happy memories he has from his childhood. Most days he struggles to remember any at all—so much of it was posturing and conflict and useless efforts to win his father's pride. It was not the simplest childhood, certainly not the happiest, but Rexy is still in his quarters, and when Soren looks at him, he thinks of games and laughter and the warmth of his mother's arms against the winter cold.

He's still pretty fond of him, even now. He's dusty and old and beat to shit, his left eye loose, his dye faded, and Soren's not going to pretend he doesn't pull him down sometimes to defend him from invisible armies (a perfectly normal twenty-eight year old thing to do, thank you), but Rexy's definitely seen better days too, and Soren thinks of the twins that are supposed to be arriving any day now and thinks it might be time for a little bit of a makeover before Rexy goes back into the fray.

"That's so sweet," chuckles Callum, as he examines the loose stitching at Rexy's ear. "But I gotta be honest, Soren, I dunno that he's gonna make it even if I do fix him. Kids can be really rough."

Soren doesn't doubt it. Callum and Rayla's little girl is barely eighteen months old and she's a terror to anything in the castle smaller than her. "I still think it's worth trying," he says. "If he goes down, he'll go down in battle, and there's no nobler end for a toy."

"True," snorts Callum. He fiddles Rexy's loose eye and tugs it free. Soren tries not to wince. "You've had him forever though. I know he means a lot to you. Are you sure you wanna let your soon-to-be kids tear him up?"

"Mm." Soren shrugs, a little sentimental, a little heartbroken, but resolute all the same. "I don't really have anything else to pass on," he says quietly. "I've been thinking about it for ages, and I—" He huffs. "I just think that Rexy'll watch over them the same way he watched over me. Does that make sense?"

Callum laughs good naturedly and nudges his arm. "Yeah," he says. "I get it." He glances at Soren from the corner of his eye then, and Soren can feel the way Callum studies him, his mentality, his readiness to be a dad. "Are you okay?"

"Mm," says Soren again. This time he shifts uncomfortably, because the thought is terrifying almost more than it is exciting. "I just want to be a better dad than mine was."

Callum smiles and pats his arm. "You've got nothing to worry about there, bud. You're going to be just fine."

"Big assumption," snorts Soren.

"Call it more of an observation," says Callum. "You've done the work. You're always doing the work. That's half the job right there. The rest is just love. Isn't that right, Rexy?"

He raises Rexy then and pitches his voice up an octave. "Don't worry, Soren, I'll keep you in line."

"Good gods."

"Get used to it, man, funny voices are like ten percent of the job."

Soren swats at him, and Callum dodges it only to almost fall out of his chair. "So you'll fix him?"

"I'll do my best," says Callum with a chuckle. Then, more genuinely, he adds, "You're nothing like your dad, Soren. You're going to be fine. Rexy will make sure of it."

Soren barks out a laugh. "I'm sure he will."

(And he does).

[delinquentbookworm]

in retrospect, kinda funny to put rust monsters in that fight when almost every weapon the Bad Kids have is magic in some way