#dota 2 dawnbreaker

[gamma-mesarthim]

whaaat i forgot to post them

[miamipalms]

lil sketches

for @gamma-mesarthim :3

trying style of "love is" xd

[maidot]

XDDDDD

[charactersmashorpass-2]

"Ruin me mommy"

[fridka]

Talon Esports vs BetBoom team

This was a very whimsical team comp

[sxpaiscia]

My gift for this year dota2 secret santa~

Happy holidays to everyone!

[terpilin]

Dressing up is always... exciting

[aknifeear]

Dawnbreaker from Dota 2

[polingus]

she wore a demon costume for halloween 😨😨

[bladeofavilliva]

Dying Light A Dota 2 set for Dawnbreaker in recognition of the arrival of the new hero, The Revenant Muerta!

Concept by Dota Art Team

Sculpt by @bladeofavilliva, @crystalmetzen/ @wudgiefudgie, & @hawfstuff

Textures by Matthew Cristello

Rigging, Lowpoly, Bakes, & Uvs by Michael Shilliday

Polish & Particles by Dota Art Team

[muzelure]

[gamma-mesarthim]

sometimes i forget i have to post my stuff here as well.

so we drew this collab around a month ago.

me (mezarthim) as Mars,

@t0desengel as LC,

@sadeath1 as DB,

@terpilin as Undying,

@bagajewsky as WW,

@muzelure as Slark

and @miamipaaaalms as Bane.

i'm not sure if the FV has tumblr as well..

(MouseHouse as FV)

[miamipalms]

few sketches i've made lately

while i'm drawing one difficult artwork

Imperia for my friend :>

faceless void!!! <3

and precious beautiful dawnbreaker lovely baby

if you wanna i can post more sketches here :>

[maidot]

Two years ago I started a small dynamic on Facebook, where my followers usually give me their cutest or strangest ships to draw, I can't make them all of course, I usually choose the cutest or funniest ones XD

I wonder what ships will be released now…

[anx1oustig3r]

Mars

“Ares?”

He had only felt a cold shock like this once before, when he had torn through packs of vicious manticore and their quills stung him with a venom that left him in freezing agony for weeks to come. That voice is familiar, haunting. He doesn’t want to turn around, but what other choice does he have?

Of course it’s her, who else would know that name aside from his family and the mortals who feared the empty stone forms of a god that no longer existed? So he turns to face her. It’s no shock to him. Still as radiant as the day they both met, although now he’s aware of a distant glaze in her pale eyes that once gave him more strength than any amount of prayer or terror could give. Her mouth drops, hammer almost following suit although she clutches it as a child would their favourite toy.

“I … I’m sorry …” She stammers, “You just … you look like someone I once knew …”

Now he doesn’t know whether to let that sinking feeling in his chest consume him … or whether to allow himself to bare his teeth in a wide grin. In spite of that … that name being uttered, there is something about her bewilderment that satisfies him. She screws up her face as he smiles, he can practically see the puzzle pieces shifting around in her head.

For a moment he just wants to watch. He wants her to piece it all together herself. Perhaps she would remember when they toppled empires together, how in spite of the victories there was only emptiness and rage inside of him. His desire for bloodshed had no goals and surely she saw that. After all, wasn’t that why she had pulled him aside and told him she couldn’t do it anymore. She was a child of the light and whatever darkness was eating him alive she couldn’t fight it for him. It hurt her, he knew it hurt her, but he could never explain what that darkness was. What would she have thought of him? At the time he believed it would be the same as his father, or his brothers and sisters. That he was an abomination, forsaking everything that was given to him for his own hatred and selfish ideals. A god could never change their being.

Yet here he stands today. Realisation begins to creep across her face. Here he stands. A god she once knew as a goddess. Once the first daughter of heaven who would tear the supposed paradise down from the skies if given the chance. The problem child of Zeus and Hera. She shakes her head and he finds himself holding his breath. Anger begins to surge. He doesn’t care for anyone’s opinion of him and how he chose to change to suit the god he had always been inside, yet picturing the scorn coming from her dug up long relics of rejection that he would much rather remain buried.

It’s sad too, he realises, as she recognises the ancient and familiar fury that burned in him since he was born more than she could ever recognise him for who he was.

“Ares …” She breathes, “It really is you …”

“I don’t answer to that name anymore, Valor,” he snorts, another cold flash of lightning as that word seeps from her mouth. He expects her to coil away in disgust, but she leans forward … smirking.

“Anymore? I don’t think you ever did,” Valora chuckles.

Admittedly, he’s caught with his shield down. A joke. She made a joke. She’s grinning. There’s sunlight beaming through dark thunderclouds. What is happening? The last time he had to address this to someone who knew that name there was no joking, rather there were screams over mixed droplets of blood and tears spattered to the ground from busted knuckles and flooding eyes.

He doesn’t know what to say, suspicion welling as he narrows his eyes at her and clutches his spear. The humour on her marble face fades into a forlorn frown that causes his heart to ache more and he debates ripping it from his chest and smashing it into the ground to make the pain stop.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, carefully. Valora smiles again and the sunbeams are clear in his head as much as he wants them to go away.

“Always so defensive,” she says. “I mean you always told me about how much you hated your name.”

She takes a moment to look him up and down, golden hair bobbing. She still towers over him which feels strange now given how he had become accustomed to looming over his enemies and instilling horror in their pathetic beings.

“I guess I understand that now, looking at you.”

Silence. What can he even bring himself to say? All these emotions are bubbling under the surface to a boiling point and if he doesn’t get out of here they’ll erupt and then she’ll be sorry for finding him. Sorry for being kind to him. Why can’t he trust it? Years of victories in his new name and the image of the god he really is and yet he can still hear his family’s voices in the back of his head, that he doesn’t deserve it.

Valora is undeterred by his demeanour, a stark contrast to when they were young - if gods and cosmic weapons could ever call themselves young, but there’s no doubt they had changed in all their years apart. She rests her hammer by her side.

“So what may I call you then?”

The chains around his scarred chest loosen, and he allows himself to breathe.

“Mars,” he says. “My name is Mars.”

Mars is taken aback when she holds her large hand out and takes his, giving it a shake with a forgotten strength that catches him off guard.

“Mars,” she says, raising a brow. She repeats herself a couple of times, clearly testing it on her tongue.

“Mars!” She nods, “That suits you.”

He could cry, the first time his real name is uttered by someone who knows that old title where it wasn’t met with hatred and disgust. After everything he had put her through and yet she takes his hand and holds it tighter than anyone had ever held him.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mars.”

[fridka]

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