#oc: mind jekyll

[leonenjoyer69]

ELIAS ART DUMP 🗣️🗣️‼️‼️ I. Have not posted much art of him lately, huh? Well, now that art fights over, expect to see more art teehee 😋 and me actually answering asks. I will definitely get to those when I can think again. I've also rediscovered my love of drawing in pen, it's just so jekvkskkgkdkf PEN!!! I LOVE PEN!!!

To the drawings tho, the first one has lyrics from Chonny Jash's "to toe dead lines", which is a very Elias song to me teehee. I've also decided that Elias just,,, sits on stools like that now. Leaning on his hands like that. He's so silly <3 there's also some vampire Elias doodles scattered about bc jskvkskgk I love him. Also a lot of front facing doodles, bc I realized that I don't really do those. Oh yeah, and then the last one has lyrics from Chonny Jash's "Just Apathy" :3

Also, there will be a Harry art dump soon too, so keep an eye out for that lmao

[dustmint]

Helloooooo. I wanted to post this art fight attack I made for @leonenjoyer69 of Mind Jekyll and Elias dancing because I'm really proud of it :3

Below the cut is also a little thing I wrote to go along with the drawing!!

The music was everything but harmonious. It sounded like pure cacophony, harsh and echoing in Elias ears as this fake Jekyll spun him around once again. The music combined with the ticking of the clocks strewn around in the ballroom, all lying, they all showed different times, advanced at different speed, how could he tell which one was real? His own pocket watch that he had been given by this hellscape was saved in the pocket of his trousers. He knew that it was lying too, time was meaningless in this place. Yet, he tried to reach it, trying to find a small comfort in something familiar, but Jekyll grabbed his wrist, holding it tightly with a smug smirk on his face.

"Now, there's no need for that, darling. We have all the time in the world here! Besides, it's not as if everyone out there misses you, it would be best to take our time with this, yes? Everyone here is counting on us to give them a good show." There was a light above them, it hid the vague shadows that resembled people, blinded him. But he could still feel their gaze upon him. They were all whispering. They did not care for him, why would they? They had never cared once. And the face of Not-Jekyll could almost be mistaken as something tender, something warm, but his eyes betrayed him, dead, cold and uncaring, he did not care for him either. The hand on his shoulder was cruel, and Elias could feel tears starting to well up in his eyes.

"Pl– please...Let me go." Fake-Jekyll laughed, the corners of his mouth far too wide for himself, an expression more fitting of Hyde, and the sound joined all the others. It worsened the ache inside of his head, the buzzing of his skin, as he desperately tried to pull away. He needed to get out, he needed to get away from him. He needed to leave. This was too much, everything was too much. Faint laughs joined the whispers, and Elias whimpered, ashamed the moment that the sound left his mouth.

Mind Jekyll spun them around once again, colours blurring in front of him, until the only thing he could clearly see was the face of the brown haired man. He cooed pitifully, mocking him.

"Awwwww." His voice was soft and melodic. Elias hated how much he loved it, hated how it cut through the mess of sounds and comforted him for a small moment, hated how it reminded him of better times, back when he was still just a small part of Hastie Robert Lanyon that was repressed and hidden away. "Of course not, Hastie! The dance has only just begun."

Mind Jekyll spun him around again, one more time, and then dipped him to the floor. He almost wished he would let him fall just to be free of his hands. It didn't. Elias felt tears finally escaping him, and he sobbed.

[nightgalaxy24]

Mind Jekyll 💀 @leonenjoyer69

[leonenjoyer69]

I WILL LITERALLY NEVER STOP RAVING OVER THIS KVKKDKFKD IT'S SO GOOD!!! THEY'RE SO SOFT AND I LOVE THE SPARKLES AND THE DIALOGUE IS GREAT AND YOUR SONA IS REAL AF 🗣️🗣️ GUYS CHARLIE AND MIND JEKYLL ARE LITERALLY MARRIED NOW ‼️‼️🗣️🗣️

Artfight attack for my silly friend @leonenjoyer69 of his character Mind Jekyll with Elias!!! 💕💕 Wish me and Mind Jekyll good luck we’re getting married /silly

THIS WAS BEYOND FUN TO MAKE!!! The colors I got to play with and the character expressions,, it was so much fun.

( if you wish to attack me on AF my user is: kittyswags )

[sp1resong]

"of two minds", an experimental... short story... comic... thing.

(transcript under the cut!)

y’know, it’s funny.

what is?

the very idea of contradiction itself necessitates cohesion, or coexistence, or… whatever antonym you want to use.

what do you mean?

well—if two contradicting ideas couldn’t coexist in some way, we wouldn’t have a concept of contradiction in the first place. the very idea of it is, in itself, a contradiction!

…that doesn’t make any sense whatsoever.

we’re not talking about things that make sense, are we? contradictions aren’t supposed to do that. that’s, like, the whole point.

well, yeah, but what you’re saying should still have meaning. you can’t just—say nonsense that sounds smart but isn’t.

i agree! good thing that’s not what i’m doing. it’s not nonsense.

you yourself said it doesn’t make sense.

but that’s not the same thing, now, is it? nonsense can make sense, so why not the other way around?

i never said i believed that second thing, either.

you do, though. i know that full well.

…i do. but even so—that doesn’t matter. it feels like you came up with a point and are now desperately trying to grant it merit despite its obvious flaws.

what do you mean?

well—first and foremost, contradiction doesn’t claim that the sides can’t coexist. quite the opposite, actually. its very nature is coexistence where there shouldn’t be any.

blah, semantics. but really—if they can coexist, even a little bit, then clearly, they’re not as diametrically opposed as they seem. where is the line drawn?

that’s… not the same thing you were arguing a moment ago.

so what?

you can’t just—change the subject. that’s not how this works.

i still stand by what i said, i was just using the wrong word, or something like that. you pointed it out, so i started talking about your word. same difference.

you’re impossible.

why, thank you.

regardless—i don’t see what that has to do with any of this.

what doesn’t it have to do with this? contradiction is in our very nature. we invented a word to put a name to that divide, that fundamental fission. and yet—it’s only natural, isn’t it?

i’m not sure what you’re saying here.

but if you didn’t understand, neither would i.

that doesn’t mean i know what it means in any—

—and that, too, is contradiction!

no, it isn’t. i understand the words you’re saying. i know what the words mean.

what i don’t understand is—your point. what you’re trying to say.

and what a shame that is. we’ll never come to a conclusion at this rate.

yes we will. we always do.

…what are you arguing, anyways?

hm?

it seems like you’re just here to disagree with me. you’re refuting my points, but you never make any of your own. do you even have an opinion?

of course i do.

do you? or is it just the opposite of what i’m saying, regardless of what that is?

…does it matter? we both believe what we’re saying.

and back to contradiction.

hm?

we’re one and the same, and we both believe what we’re saying. and yet we disagree.

this wouldn’t be interesting at all if we agreed.

that’s beside the point.

it is.

what… is this, anyways? what’s the point?

a socratic dialogue for the new era.

…it can’t be. you’ve never read socrates. besides—you said it yourself. we both believe what we are saying.

we’re both right.

you get it, you get it! i knew you would! we are the contradiction!

…you’re not being helpful. you refuse to explain your ideas, you just… say words.

i don’t need to explain. you understand already.

then what’s the fucking point!?

to settle this. to make up our mind.

but we are of two minds.

precisely! contradiction is coexistence is contradiction!

this is going to go on forever, isn’t it?

we’ve always moved on before.

but we come back, again and again! arguing a new point in the same way, and no one ever wins!

would you rather go through life never questioning anything?

of course not! i just—argh. you’re intolerable.

whatever do you mean?

you’re unbearable! i can’t stand this! nothing you say holds water, but you don’t fucking listen!

you know—you know i’m right. we’re the same person, after all. but you refuse to listen when i tell you—

tell me, then. i’ll listen.

what do you believe?

…i believe that you’re wrong. that we ought to do things my way.

but what is your way?

…

i knew it! you exist to be the opposition. you know i’m wrong, but you don’t know what’s right.

…

…what’s yours?

hm?

what’s your way? saying things that sound smart without—without caring if they’ve got any substance?

…

see? you don’t have anything to say, either. we’re both wrong. we’re both right. i hate this.

i just want to agree! i want things to make sense! i want to say things that mean something—i want to understand. understand the world, understand myself, understand what we’re fucking saying.

i’m sick of this.

you could do to care a bit less.

see, that’s the problem with you! you don’t—you don’t fucking care! you speak nonsense and then act like everyone else is at fault for not understanding it! because you don’t care! you don’t care and i fucking hate you!

you say, as if you have anything of meaning to say!

i have more than you! at least when i talk, it means something!

no it doesn’t! you’ll never come up with anything but derivative, trite bullshit if you’re so obsessed with making sense!

oh, so now i’m spouting bullshit, and not the bastard who has never in their life even tried to make sense!?

you’re so set on making sure other people can understand what you’re saying—every little bit of you is lost in translation! you have to follow in the footsteps of others for anyone to get what you’re talking about—none of what you say is yours!

that’s not—god. i hate this. i shouldn’t—you shouldn’t be here. we should just make up our fucking mind.

but you said it yourself—we are of two minds.

if we thought you were right, we would have moved on by now.

but we would have done the same if we thought i was wrong.

why are we still here? separate? stuck at the crossroads? rent apart by indecision?

what is wrong with us?

…it’s just the human condition, i think.

“human.”

…

semantics again, my dear sock-puppet.

…i’m not even going to respond to that. are you trying to insinuate that you’re the ‘real’ one here? that i’m the construct? that goes against everything you’ve said thus far.

first of all, have you even been listening to what i’ve said thus far?

…second of all, that’s not what i meant at all.

we’re just talking to the mirror, really—but we’re more than a reflection of the other, aren’t we? and neither of us is quite our whole. we’re uncertainty made manifest. a tangled mess of contradiction trying futilely to untie itself.

so: sock puppets.

interesting analogy.

…so who’s the left hand, and who’s the right hand?

oh, so now you’re capable of having a little bit of whimsy.

…i think you’re probably the left hand, because right brain-left brain or whatever. since you’re the one who keeps going off about logic.

…i want to be the right hand.

why?

we’re right-handed, and i’m the one we usually act on—

—that’s not even true. whatever. more realistically, we’re both both hands, anyways.

yeah, you would say that, wouldn’t you.

am i really that predictable?

yes.

for ‘uncertainty made manifest’, it sure is easy to figure you out.

even cacophony has a pattern to it! a method to our madness—because every method is madness.

that doesn’t make sense either.

doesn’t it?

no.

oh, you’re no fun.

nothing about this is supposed to be ‘fun’.

nothing is ‘supposed’ to be anything!

the only reason it isn’t fun is your nonstop bitching.

if i wasn’t here to be the voice of reason, you’d fucking… i dunno. do something stupid.

start giving people bullshit advice and spreading misinformation on the internet, or run off and get hit by a car, or… something.

my point is, i’m the one keeping us alive and reasonable.

yeah, and? what’s the point in that if we’re miserable all the time, because we’re too scared of saying anything meaningful to even try?

but it’s not meaningful! all you say is fucking nonsense!

and all you say is fucking trite!

how do you expect to create any original meaning if nothing you say has meaning to begin with!?

how do you expect to create anything you can care about if you refuse to say anything unique to yourself!?

i’m only being pragmatic!

i’m only trying to be happy for once in our fucking life!

you’re a liar—you know what you’re saying means nothing and you say it anyways!

it doesn’t have to make sense to be meaningful!

what’s the point in meaning if no one else can understand it!?

what’s the point in trying if everything you say has been watered down for others’ sake!?

i’d rather be unhappy and right!

and there’s your problem! you keep thinking about this in right and wrong—it’s not! all of this is subjective! all answers are equally correct!

but that’s not true! nothing is entirely subjective—there’s always an answer we settle on, there’s always a right one! there’s always a wrong one!

we always choose one answer because of you! because you’re too fucking scared to admit that maybe there isn’t a wrong one! maybe there doesn’t have to be! maybe—

—shut up, hyde!

…oh, so i’m hyde now? i’m the bad one? i’m in the wrong? and of course you would—

—stop. stop. i hate you. god, i hate you.

…

…i think right now i hate you too.

…

but this won’t end until we agree.

it won’t.

and that will never happen.

maybe not.

because we both know we’re right.

so we do.

so we’ll be here forever. arguing about nothing.

maybe we don’t have to.

argue, i mean.

…what do you mean by that?

maybe we can coexist. maybe we can hold both beliefs. tempering and strengthening the other.

but we are powers opposed.

maybe we don’t have to be.

it’s like schrodinger said.

the cat is both alive and dead until you open the box.

the path curves both left and right until you reach the crossroads.

every answer is both true and false until a conclusion is reached.

…

but even then, that implies a conclusion. a collapse into a solid state.

we are already at the crossroads of our belief.

precisely.

and we haven’t fallen into one yet.

but we must.

must we?

can’t the two states combine to one without losing what makes them themselves?

the cat must be dead or alive, for it is a material being. but we are thought. we are consciousness. we are not bound to one or the other.

such is the magic of our nature.

indeed.

so really, there is only one question:

can we coexist, or must we fight forever?

can we have chaos guided by logic?

can we have meaning carved by contradiction?

can we walk both paths, and the sacred middle ground?

can we shape ourselves through synthesis?

can we be one?

were we ever two? does it matter?

we are arguing the same point, after all.

[ambitions-of-an-eccedentesiast]

okay so we're just fully diving into the whole cat thing, got it.

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[localcuttlefish]

Older art, but hey, I still like it, so I think it’s worthy of a repost here since this platform hasn’t seen it yet

Me when I post OC lore by way of a stylized reinterpreted cover art for a late Victorian literary masterpiece. :) but also me when I make a stand-alone piece for the aforementioned literary masterpiece that can be interpreted without the added context of original character lore, bc honestly I like the source media and I was inspired to re-read it recently

[leonenjoyer69]

Toxic Mindscape Jekyon goes HARD AF 🗣️🗣️

Mind Jekyll and Mind Lanyon would make each other soooo much worse guys they're perfect for eachother, match made in hell <3 I love when my friends come up with crack ships of my sillies hehe

Mind Jekyll belongs to @leonenjoyer69 <33

Crack ship that goes hard asf 🗣🗣

[heaven-sent-hell-bent]

Technically every character ever created was an OC to the author. So like Mary Shelly’s OC is Victor Frankenstein, Oscar Wilde’s is Dorian Gray, Robert L. Stevenson’s are Dr Jekyll/ Mr Hyde and so forth. So like all I can imagine is them like showing off their OC’s like, “YEAH! My oc reanimates a corpse! OH! That’s cool, mine splits his personalities so he can sin without people knowing! Oooo mines hot. And bisexual.”

[thedarkone121]

TGS OC: Mind-Annie, the Embodiment of Happiness

Well, looks like my decision to do Artfight has allowed me to bring to life a concept I've been developing ever since I posted my stuff with Anne-Marie. Now, everyone! Meet Mind-Annie!

Mind-Annie came to be when the realization that if I gave Jekyll a daughter, there would be a mind version of her running around in his mindscape. So, that's where I began to develop her!

I had decided to make Mind-Annie represents the things that make Jekyll happy. You know, cause Jekyll — in the real world — still has a good relationship with his daughter and he’s usually a lot happier in her presence. Mostly because he can just be Henry Jekyll with her, not the gentleman and not the mad scientist, just a person who happens to be a dad.

Her design is based on an angel, due to the fact the real Anne-Marie has been a bright influence in Jekyll’s life, even on his darker days. It’s why she’s mostly yellow in contrast to the other blue things in the mindscape. Her dress also has music notes, due to the fact Jekyll knows how important it is to the real Annie.

Mind-Annie is possibly the most benevolent thing to come from the mindscape. Bubbly and extremely affectionate, Mind-Annie acts like a guide for Hyde (and later Jekyll) throughout the mindscape, often acting as a bodyguard.

Not much is different in her demeanor in comparison to Anne-Marie; she’s very affection to her dads, can joke and be sarcastic with them, can be a bit of a showman, and has love for music — often humming whenever she’s walking or flying. The only real difference is that she acknowledges that Hyde is her father, even though she still has a bit of the real Annie’s Hyde-Hunting habits.

Hyde is the reason her cane is an actual gun. The image of Anne-Marie carrying her cane like a gun while she’s hunting him is forever ingrained in his mind.

Mind-Annie does not get along well with the other Mind Residents. Mind-Lanyon dislikes her presence because she’s just as bad as Hyde on keeping Jekyll away from being a proper gentleman. However, unlike Hyde, he’s too afraid of her to do anything about her. Like the real Annie, her temper can be scary.

Mind-Frankenstein, however, is possibly the only thing Mind-Annie is afraid of. Mind-Frankenstein has been on an endlessly search for her, trying to the little angel and trying to study her. Mind-Annie always flies away whenever Mind-Frankenstein is in the area…

…Because she’s afraid that Mind-Frankenstein will know she’s part Nightmare…

When designing Mind-Annie, I came to the realization that with the backstory I put with Jekyll causing Anne-Marie’s blindness — it was an accident, he was tired and didn’t realized he mixed in the wrong chemicals — then that means Mind-Annie could become a Nightmare herself due to Jekyll’s trauma from it.

So I gave her a nightmare form.

Keep in mind, Mind-Annie is still the nicest thing in the Mindscape. But like the real Annie, she has a temper. One that she tends to loose around people like Mind-Lanyon. Mind-Lanyon doesn’t realize she’s part nightmare, but he can sense the nightmare that’s bumbling underneath the surface of her anger.

Mind-Annie doesn’t want to hurt neither Hyde or Jekyll, even when she’s in this form. But her anger can get the better of her. But at least it allows the Nightmares to see her as one of their own, which means she has some control over them. She would rather that they remain locked away. She doesn’t like her Nightmare form.

Her design is based on the fact that chemicals got into Anne-Marie’s eyes, an image that will never leave both Jekyll and Hyde. Her body starts to melt and she’s made out of the chemicals. Eyes pop out all over the place, and her voice gets all distorted and demonic.

One last thing to note; the dress that Mind-Annie wears in her angel form is a nightgown. The same nightgown the real Annie wore as she was recovering from the chemicals. That’s why she has the bandages around her eyes.

[leonenjoyer69]

"In the chaos we dance as we stand on the brink,

always one change away from making ourselves complete..."

Somebody free my baby ‼️‼️

posting this immediately bc omg I love it sm. I LOVE GOLDEN LIGHTING 🗣️🗣️🗣️

But yes, ballroom scene from this little post, as well as inspired by this lovely little poem :3

(Also, those lyrics are from Love Psalm by Mary E McGlynn, from the Silent Hill: Book of Memories game, the most Elias song ever)

More versions and the alternate pose sketch under cut :3

Drawing Mind Jekyll's side profile was a pain, but I'm pretty happy with this piece :3 Elias is literally adorable, I love him sm

[leonenjoyer69]

I LOVE SEEING MIND JEKYLL BE HIS EVIL BASTARD SELF HEHE, THANK YOU AGAIN FOR SUCH AN AMAZING ATTACK JEKVKKE, AND ALL THE OTHER ONES LOOK AMAZING TOO!!!

✨Art fight Vol.1✨

This was my first year on this competition, actually I enjoyed draw every picture (the order here means nothing I love all of the same way), I felt really inspired while I was reading OCs descriptions and watching their designs. This was a pretty experience 🥲🙃😃

Credits to the owners of OCs✨✨✨

Edward Hyde and Hastie Lanyon by: @quilna

Elias and Mind Jekyll: @leonenjoyer69

Anne-Marie Jekyll: @thedarkone121

Jeremy: @nightgalaxy24

[survival-and-magic]

Sacrilege! Lunacy! Blasphemy! Heresy!

I've been listening to Board of Governors for three days straight since seeing @loadingbones mention their AU and how the Jekyll and Hyde musical reminds them of Wilson.

This is how he got kicked out of University. To me ♥

[franken-loser]

My recent music is so,,,varied!!

[fenharel-archived]

saskia i am on my hands and knees begging for some ysabel info! what’s her backstory? what’s she like during the game? she’s so 🥰💖

[PERSONALITY]

Ysabel is a noble, Lolth Sworn Drow, living in Menzoberrazan and is a School of Divination Wizard

Shes an chaotic neutral ENTP, Gemini, 125 years old and 1.60m tall

Ysabel is creative and intelligent, mischievous and cunning. Some perceive her as quirky, eccentric - funny, confident with a giant ego, but also power hungry and selfish, sometimes cruel. She has always been full of ideas, always thinking of new and better ways to do things. She’s always been curious, more often than not you find her with her nose stuck in a book. Her childhood bedroom was exploding with books about fungi or tomes like “The past and present: a Scholars Guide to Divination”. 

She’s also rather extroverted and a social chameleon, excellent at manipulation and persuasion, something her mother often took advantage of, as she would often use her children like chess pieces in her political affairs.

[BACKSTORY]

The noble house of Do’Rahel is one of the 8 powerful houses in Menzoberranzan

Ysi has two older sisters (Yris, Yvory) and one younger brother (Ysmael, my warlock charlatan & very first D&D oc 😘)

Their mother (Yaelryn Do’Rahel) is a matron mother, a priestess of Lolth and a powerful and influential figure in Menzoberrazan’s affairs

As most intelligent people are prone to, Ysabel was more questioning of things like societal norms or rules and ideas than what was socially acceptable in the Cult of Lolth, something her mother often reminded her of through whipping. But her mother was also more progressive than some would believe - when her daughter showed more interest in the arcane than continuing her training as a cleric she encouraged it. She thought that having one of her daughters in the circle of the Sorcere was something that could be beneficial to her.

After a particularly nasty ambush on Ysabel (your regular weekend in the Underdark really) her mother assigned one of their warriors as her personal guard - a tiefling slave called Lucien (Side note but he’ll be romancing Shadowheart in a future playthrough 🤓)

Lucien was in his early twenties and enslaved for around 5 years at the time, he was passionate and charming, warm and strong. But he was also as cunning as he was kind. Ysabel liked him, and often would spend more time with him than was strictly necessary. He had Ysabel figured out quickly, and noticed that traits in her that might be weaknesses in her mothers eyes, could be his opportunity. That growing close to her could be his ticket to get free.

But things didn't necessarily work out for him at first as he would have thought - both of them fell in love.

He would tell her stories of his previous life, about his ideals and morals, about the world above. How children do not fear for their life where he is from, how parents love their children unconditionally, how he missed feeding the neighbors ducks before he would go to school. Ysi would laugh at him sometimes, call him weak and soft. But sometimes she would indulge in his stories. Catching herself thinking of them in bed before she go meditating. How strange it must be to live so truly carefree.

The influence Lucien had on her was undeniable. Small and meaningless at first maybe but there nonetheless. There were glimpses of true kindness in Ysabel only he got to see. Glimpses of love - real love, not just the craving for flesh or power he was accustomed to from other Drow. He saw that he had shaken her morals and beliefs, slightly perhaps, but shaken. So when she finally wanted to set him free out of her own volition, instead of running when his binding spell was broken he asked for her to come with him.

She helped him to stage his own death and broke his bonds and let him go, but she didn’t go with him. This would be a turning point in her life, something she regretted for the rest of her existence, something she kept thinking about for years on end.

For many years after, she buried herself in her tower. She never dared to think of why she said no, instead she sat in front of her mirror of memories, where she relived the time she had with Lucien. But in doing so, a part of herself, the past party in fact, was lost in it. Her present self was split in half. She was either overly good or overly evil, and she became known for being mad and for research and experiments that were even extreme by Drow standards. 

She was in this state for at least 60 years. She had short periods of time where she managed to stabilize herself through experiments, but it never worked for long. Nevertheless, she made a name for herself, she was an extremely powerful wizard, was considered one of the masters of Sorcere and had a place in their council. (Much to their dismay. Assassination attempts from her colleagues were a daily occurrence tbh.)

[GAME TIMELINE]

House Do’Rahel was infiltrated by Absolute cultists, leading to the almost death of her sisters Yris and Yvory, and the losing a handful of their staff members. Ysabel's mother also heard rumors of similar things happening in House Baenre and other houses all over the city. Sensing a bigger plot, instead of sending warbands like her colleagues, she only send Ysabel and a handful of warriors on a scouting mission. She was to gather as much information as possible. If she would see an opportunity beneficial to them - she should take it, and most importantly she was also to kill or capture any heretic or deserter of Lolth.

The trail they followed led them to the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate. She didn’t know it at the time but she was on her way to Moonrise Towers when she was abducted. When she woke up in the Nautiloid, the tadpole didn’t just strip her of her powers, but also stabilized her mind.

Being fully herself again after so long felt like having someone forcefully pushing a heart back into her. At the beginning of her journey she’s manipulative (she does a lot of the “heroic” options not because she thinks it’s the right thing to do, but because she thinks it’s a smarter way to uncover what is going on and/or because working with the Absolute would go against Lolth), she’s also selfish and a bit cruel, but a lot of things she does suddenly don’t feel the same to her anymore, and an top of that the problem with the tadpole - it forces her into introspection. 

At some point she realizes that her companions remind her of Lucien, and the time she had with him. Her development throughout the game mainly consists of her realizing that she rather wants love and friendship than pure ruthless power. She develops a consciousness, empathy. Something Lucien already built the groundwork of so many years ago. She realizes she was too much of a coward back then, that she couldn't let go of all that power and desert Lolth even though that's what she really wanted. Surrounded by her new friends, she doesn’t want to make the same mistake again. In her mind, she’ll never be truly good, much less a hero. But she doesn’t want to be what she used to be either. Seeing real friendship, love, experiencing it for herself, she realizes the only times she wasn't hollow was with Lucien - and now, with them. 

Her new friends act as mirrors to herself as well. She sees herself in Gale when he gets obsessed over the Crown, she sees herself in Astarion when he’s willing to kill all his former friends for power. And she sees herself in Lae’zel, Wyll & Shadowheart when it comes to the influence a God, Goddess or devil can have on you. They were all on the path she already walked on, and the guilt she is carrying with her over things she can’t change anymore is overwhelming, so she stops them all, helps them see what is truly important. 

About the reason she was in Baldur’s Gate in the first place, she isn’t honest with her companions at first, she has obviously her own agenda like everyone else in that camp. She was forced to explain herself by Wyll when she let True Soul Nere kill the Gnomes. Having a tadpole in her head made everything more personal of course, she starts going against the Absolute not in the name of Lolth or for her mother but for herself and her own beliefs in Act 2.

After the game, her mind is still hers. Going through so much change and admitting her biggest fears repaired herself, like a curse she casted and then lifted on herself. Also, she and Astarion guide the Vampire spawn in the Underdark for a while, and she also researches for ways to make Astarion walk in the sun again (and I like to headcanon that she succeeds :3)

If you want to take a peak, here is Ysabels pinterest 🥺, and since i mentioned Lucien, here is his'.

[arsieu]

kind of forced myself out of my comfort zone ig!?? I had this idea for a while (and I used it as the reason to procrastinate on artfight lol)

tagging you once again @leonenjoyer69,,, both amazing characters belong to him 🤭