taygra5shaon

[taygra5shaon]

A weird sense of déjà-vu.....

still alive guys👍

Strike durgeOC from @kawareo

[taygra5shaon]

so in the Jacqverse, just because i'm curious & luv your art, how did orin & Jacq grow up together? like what sibling/bloodkin activities and goofy arguments did they have? and what does Jacq think of Orin's gf? also important question what is Jacq's favorite food?

hello there anon! sorry for the late reply 🥲 it had been a while, and I'm deeply sorry for it...

anyway, if you are still interested, I will tell you my Jacqverse.

so, Jacq and Orin have 5 years gap between them, but they grow up very united. there were no others kids on the cult, and the cult itself teaches them the emotional isolation from those people considered normal.

after the trauma of killing his adoptive parents when he was 5 year old, for 3 years Jacq grow up very lonely in the cult, always a bit detached from it. he still killed, prayed and bleed for it, but it was more of a chore for him. Sarevok and sceleterias thought that he needed a deep bond that anchored him I to the cult, and so, they decided to give him Orin as a shadow and a new sister.

Jacq grow really attached to her, and Orin was taught from infancy to be the right hand of the chosen one, his shadow. so there is more of an obsessive duty and deeply fear of abandonment (after Helena try to kill her) from Orin. she love her brother, but she is ready to reshape herself for him and Sarevok.

incredibly toxic, but hey, it's a murder cult, what would you expect?

they didn't have any toys like the normal children, so they played a lot with bones, chains, rocks and the things they founded in the sewers and the ruins (really dangerous and gross).

a close living condition, and a lack of children of their age caused Orin to be nearly dependent from Jacq, and Jacq to be protective and possessive of Orin.(toxiccccc)

they never really argue, just lightly tease or bets against each other (like the dare you to lick, impulse that Jacq retain even after the Lobotomization), just sometimes they argue about the way she kill people.

Jacq is more quick and efficient, while Orin like to torment. they both have artistic tendency of torturing and gutting, but Jacq still criticize Orin for her tendency of showing off.

but they got along pretty well (until gortash arrived), they did nearly everything together,blood bath, sleep, they even had same kinda of armors, same love for short swords, etc ...

(also, Jacq love for dresses and clothes that show chest and thighs is deeply influenced by Orin)

so, about Minthara and Orin.

well, funny fact, I had in mind to make a short comic about her who explain Jacq the things Orin did to her, and Jacq replied "oh, yeah, she is totally flirting with you" but I discarded that one.

as an amnesiac, Jacq feel quite sorry for Minthara, but when he regain dome of his memories, he just feel weird....never thought Orin to be interested in someone alive....wow. and to be fair, he have tons of others things to think about...

and for lastttt, Jacq favorite food is: dwarf meat. not cooked, with lemon on it, perfect. he like a lot raw meat.

he also like the mushroom cream soup Gale do. very good.

(Jacq have near inexistants taste on his mouth. years and years eating whatever he could find in the sewer ruined everything. but he strangely have a great sense of smell. weird guy my boyyyyyy)

SO! thank you for the question, I hope this is what you wanted to know, and I hope others ask me things!

see ya!

[taygra5shaon]

*The morning after Alfira's murder*

Dark urge: Listen, I know this looks bad and I look guilty.

Dark urge: But just to clarify, I wasn't the one, and there's a logical explanation for all of this.

All camp:.....

Shadowheart: And the logic?

Dark urge: 😶?.........

always sceleterias fault.

[taygra5shaon]

I feel like Jacq would really like Lilo and Stitch

The original of course

☝️true

[taygra5shaon]

Hey there! I've been following your art for a while now, and I absolutely love Jacq and how you designed him! I've never loved a durge character as I do for him. <3 I know you are super into BG3 at the moment. (I myself am super into Dragon Age at the moment but also have the BG3 brainworm from time to time.) Just wanted to drop by and say how much I admire your art and love your designs!

hey there friend! sorry for answering this so late, I had a ton of shit to do in real life🥲.

it is so nice when people like what you do, and I'm so happy we became friends online! don't worry, I'm continuing the commission you asked!

see you soon!❤️

[taygra5shaon]

commission for @bg3-brainwormed !

there their cute character with the friendly brain US!!

hope you like it!

[taygra5shaon]

“Sweet Helena, I’m sorry you were not strong enough to kill Orin. Had I known, I would not have encouraged you, I would have kept you by my side. We could have had other children, unholy and beautiful, like you. You’ve disgraced yourself. If I had known, I would have chosen Orin over you.” The man brushed a lock of white hair out of the woman’s unseeing eyes, his red face showing what passed for his version of sadness, or maybe regret or disappointment. It was easy to tell when he was angry, everything else was... “Goodbye corpseflower.” Sarevok placed a kiss to dead grey lips and walked away to make arrangements for the body. 

Grandfather knew. Grandfather was… He was… He and mother…

“Shhhh it’s ok Orin. He’s gone.” Jacq said, slowly moving a hand from her mouth. 

“He didn’t, Grandfather doesn’t love me. He loves her! He knew and he let her try to kill me! I don’t! I don’t have anyone!” Orin’s fingernails dug into her brother’s hand. She had wanted to see her mother one last time, to try to understand. Mother wasn’t kind, but she was her mother. Grandfather, father, had been kind. He patted her head and braided her hair and told her how pretty she was. Had he done the same for mother when she was a little girl? 

“He didn’t. Uncle doesn’t love anyone. He uses them, and he lies.” Glowing green eyes glared at the body, and the doorway through which Sarevok had left. They had tried to hurt his sister. Sarevok had tricked her, almost tricked him, into trusting him. “You have me Orin. We have each other and no one else. We don’t need anyone else. We need to leave.” Jacq had never liked the temple of Bhaal. Everyone in the temple wanted something from the dark urge, wanted him to be something, fulfill some prophecy, kill for them or kill them or just to give them his attention. None of the adults were nice to him, not unless they wanted something. Uncle had been the only one to not be pathetic and gross, but Uncle was a liar and he had tried to have Helena kill Orin. Orin was HIS! HIS sister, and Sarevok had tried to take her from him. No one was allowed to kill Orin but him. 

“Where are we going to go?” Orin said, looking up at her brother with wide eyes. She was just holding his hand now, her nails no longer digging into him. He smiled. 

The sewers below Baldur’s Gate were fun. For Jacq being near water was always better than not being near it, and there were all kinds of people down there. When Jacq had still been trying to follow the rules of the Bhaalist temple and stupid Sarevok, he had used the sewers to travel around the city and find people to kill. He knew these tunnels and Orin was learning them too. That was how they were able to always stay one step ahead, whenever people from the temple came to try to bring them back. The teifling had tried to talk to them at first, to tell them to leave, but when one of them tried to drag Orin back by her hair it was over. These were enemies. Enemies got killed. Enemies got eaten. That’s how the rats did it, and the rats were better than people. Rats didn’t lie. Orin was struggling to try to untangle her nest of long hair. 

“You should let me cut it or at least let me braid it.” The boy said, waving his knife around. “It’ll be easier. Snip Snip. Easier than killing that guy.” he pointed at the dead cultist that had chased them. People from the temple never carried anything good on them, just black cloaks and rusty knives. People in the city had much better loot.  

“No! I like my hair! You’re not allowed to cut it! I CAN DO IT!” Technically Jacq was, he was allowed to do whatever he wanted, but Orin being happy was important to him. He sighed. She had been trying to braid her own hair, but she was still small, and her hair was long. He’d let her keep struggling with it on her own until she finally gave up and let him help her. For his little sister, he could be patient. Jacq stared at the walls of the sewer, thinking, while Orin continued to try to prove she sort out her own hair. They couldn’t stay here. Sarevok would keep sending people, and eventually his sister would get hurt. She was still little, they couldn’t keep fighting all the time. Jacq was also tired of it, tired of being chased. He kicked the body. 

“So long as his blood runs through your veins, Bhaal will always be able to find you.” The dead elf had said. So it was magic. That wasn’t too bad, magic was something they could do something about. He cut off a piece of the elf’s thigh and held it out to Orin, but she was still trying to tame her hair with her fingers and shook her head. Jacq bit into the meat, which was pretty good, and thought. With a huff, his changeling sister finally gave up, and he wiped blood off on his pants and went over to gently untangle the strands and encourage them into a long braid. He smiled at her. They could do this. As long as they had each other, they could do anything.  

omgomgomg, this rewriting is amazing, I love it!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

[taygra5shaon]

Hi hi, I saw in a post you were more interested in trading fanfic for art than art for art, and I wanted to offer two scenes from adopted AU to see if you liked them. If you do, maybe you tell me the rough sense of the story and some details and I write it. (Sorry this is most certainly awkward as all hell, I'm bad at talking to people online. It's me, not you.)

Intro

“Lord Myrkul, there has been some mistake. The chosen ones that have been sent here are mere children!”

“There has been no mistake. The son of Bhaal, his truest heir, murder incarnate stands before you. The other is Enver Gortash, chosen of Bane, who escaped from Raphael, a demon of hell with nothing more than his intellect. He then had the good sense to call upon Bane and offer his eternal devotion. Yes, they are children, and all the better for you to be able to manipulate them and seize control of the netherstones when the time is right. Do not forget what is at stake for you.” Isobel would be returned to him, and though Kethric hated the thought of using children in this way, what choice did he have? For his daughter, he would pay any price. A small pale face peaked out from behind the teifling boy, clinging to the chosen of Bhaal. How unusual. She was ghostly, white eyes, skin, and pale blond hair, but clearly a little girl. 

“And the girl?” Kethric asked inside his head, for only his god to hear. 

“A bhaalspawn, the chosen bride of the Dark Urge of Bhaal, mother of future children, should this heir fail.” It was distasteful, choosing the fate of a child so young. Thorm had heard of prearranged marriages, but the idea of deciding such a thing for Isobel had been horrifying. To be born to such a fate. 

“Brother, who is that? Are we here to hurt him?” The small girl’s face broke into a wicked grin, but her hands still clung tightly to the leg of her… brother. Sister and bride, Ketheric thought with disgust. 

“I am Ketheric Thorm, chosen of Myrkul the lord of bones. I have been expecting you. Welcome to my tower.” The old man gestured for the children to come in. The chosen of Bhaal strode in without a thought, his little sister clinging to him still, her short legs almost running to get up. Bane’s chosen, this Gortash, attempted a similarly confident stride, but was gangly and awkward. His dark eyes darted around the place, taking in every detail. Ketheric sighed, this was going to be exhausting, but since his resurrection, what wasn’t? 

Scene 2

Little Orin stabbed him over and over, as tears streamed down her face. “Why does she get to have it? Why does she get to have the room when she’s not even here?! She had a mom, she has you, she has everything! Why does she have it and I have nothing! I don’t get to have anything that’s mine!” The knife stayed buried in his intestines as Orin began to beat at him with tiny fists. Careful of the blade Ketheric hugged her, covering her in his black and rotting blood. She continued to cry, throwing her arms around his viscerated waist. 

“It’s ok Orin. You’re right. You deserve to have your own room. Your own space that you can go to, to paint or just to be alone. A space with a lock where only you have the key. I’m sorry sweetheart. Shhhhh it’s ok.” He stayed that way, petting her hair until she stopped crying and he had healed close enough to lift her into his arms. The little girl clung to his armor and he carried her towards the room she shared with her brother, but stopped at a nearby one. It had been a guest room, and was probably covered in dust, but it was close to her brother, but also far enough away. “Get someone to come clean out this room!” he ordered to a nearby guard. “From now on this will be Orin’s room, and no one is to enter it without her permission.” The guard was surprised, but seeing the look on Thorm’s face he darted to find someone to clean the room. “Are you alright to take a last bath in your brother’s room while this one is cleaned up?” The little girl nodded, but kept clinging to him until he finally put her down. Her tears were black, like his own, and had stained her face. He gave her a small reassuring squeeze of her tiny hands, and then she walked into her former room. 

“My lord Myrkul, I need to amend the deal we made.” Ketheric had walked to his own rooms, and finally remembered to remove Orin’s blade before calling on his god. He would need to remember to return it to her.

“We had an arrangement, I return your daughter and you obey. No more needs to be said.” The rasp of thousands of bones answered him. 

“I will obey, oh lord of bones. I will keep up my end of the bargain. It is the other side I wish to amend.” The old elf drew a deep breath. “My daughter is dead, safe in the company of her mother and the embrace of Selune. Let her stay there, and instead grant me a different boon.” The god was silent, expectant. “Let moonrise towers and the shadowcursed lands fall under your domain. Let Bane and Bhaal have no influence here, not on those under my command and not on the children.”

“You would have me usurp their claim to their chosen?” 

“No my lord, merely shield them while they are here. Let your claim to this place supersede their claim, only while the children are here. For that, I will continue to obey all orders. I will ensure that the plan succeeds, and the will of the dead three is done.” It was a gamble, Ketheric knew, but it should be feasible. 

“You would trade your daughter’s life for these broken toys of other gods? They are monsters, each of them. You would give up Isobel for them?”

“They are children. They deserve a chance.”

“Very well. I am amused to see how this goes for you, my chosen. We shall see if you come to regret your choice.” The rattle of bones and smell of old crypts dissipated, and General Thorm fell to his knees and wept. 

GASP!!!!🤯🤩😍

omgomgomgomgomg....!!!!!

hello there @heyfrankhonest !

I'm so honored you write something and the two scene are amazing, I was smiling like a loon all the while I read this, and I thanks you so much of considering this trade!

so, both scenes are amazing, but I'm more into the first one, since Jacq and Gort are in it.

if I may add a tiny correction, Gortash alias Enver Flynn, didn't pledge for bane until he was a 18-19 years old, and in this au, he was hunted by Raphael's warlock. just Jacq and Orin were the important ones in the eyes of gods.

for the rest, I really like it, and the idea of Ketheric try to bargain them for his daughter and then he became affectionate for real is good👍

can't wait to see the rest!!!!

and for the art trade, what would you like?

(don't worry, I'm akward too when I talk first with someone other on internet, you're totally fine 🙃)

[taygra5shaon]

thanks my dear❤️

happy you like it, love doing commissions about bg3!

An amazing lined commission I got from @taygra5shaon of my versions of Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul, mortal editions! Thanks so much again! Original lineart under the cut:

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THE PRIDE🏳️‍🌈

Little (liar) comic for the pride month figuring MODERN!AU Jacq, Strike @kawareo , Devlin @ejoym, enjoying

the pride and bringing chaos and death for those against it. papa Bhaal is so proud (at the least of that....)

search the Easter eggs~ 👀

BONUS originale sole picture:

aww, half-siblings bhaalspawns selfie❤️

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THE RANT 🔥

how to properly verbally admonish Astarion's bullshit in public in the first act of the story

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ADOPTED AU: Realization💥

Adopting three wild feral kids after centuries and keeping them in a castle that is literally falling apart with dangerous things inside, is not good for your sanity.

Ketheric is trying is best but he need to remodel his place or he will have totally white hair in no time.

also:

RIP (stupid bitches)

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DISCRETION👀

how the psychological torture begin. I mean, you wanted them to go public?

Well, suffice to say, they did make Ketheric pay for it...

BONUS:

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the one Jacq use 🙃

Daggers

Concept art for Baldur's Gate 3

Art by Jane Katsubo

[taygra5shaon]

didn't draw for a while, all because of this. I made 3 alchemist belts, for selling them at the fantasy/medieval conventions. I made the leather books, the leather pocket-belt and ALL you see there in the pictures.

now that I have done those, I can return to draw my beloved durge❤️

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family, ew

this is how I think Gort and Karlach dynamics are.

[taygra5shaon]

there's some orinthara in a funny way going on here and i'm invested now. jacq finally has something to make fun of his little sis for!!

Jacq just wants to be left out, he isn't someone who make fun of people, least of all his maniac sister.