#davriel

[elvhenomenon]

i had to do it. (above) caranthir/lucanis (beneath) auriel/davrin made with couple maker. i hc davrin with freckles of some sort... and i also hc he grows his hair out post-game.

auriel and davrin's shirts are supposed to be golden but came out as orange. *shrugs* gotta love couples who coordinate their wardrobes.

[lmazo]

mtga just matched me with the MYTHIC RANK 2 PLAYER while i’m still in diamond and i beat their Lotus Field/Pore Over the Pages/Underworld Breach netdeck 2-0 with my Davriel, Soul Broker/Raiders’ Wake homebrew… still haven’t seen a single other player use those cards

[raytyger]

For a moment I thought this was a severely out of character Davriel Cane from some Children of the Nameless au, and now I am low key disapointed it isn’t

Dadkovsky and Murky but forced to wear cute dress bcs dad has gay style

also he is a nice father i think he'll be hella patient and caring with our bby girl + they certainly vibe. i will draw them more nobody will stop i'll even eat people if i have to

[incorrect-mtg]

“average person makes a contract with 3 demons” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person makes contracts with 0 demons. Davriel Cane, who lives in Innistrad and makes over 10,000 contracts each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

[iwriterobots]

Happy Ace Day MTG :)

[justadreamer-12]

And then I see a darkness.

@cursed-dawn

[gay-little-izzet]

your art is so lovely! as for requests, hes niche but bloomsburrow davriel cane perhaps? i hope you have a wonderful day

He’s gotta be a bat, right?

Dark and spooky reputation, but also pretty cute.

I tried to make aspects of his outfit fit the small animal vibe too, by making his mask bat-skull shaped, and replacing the little silver skulls he has with bugs. Also, i didn’t want to draw two whole ass bats, but I imagine his day form would just have normal wings.

It’s been a while, but I hope you have a wonderful day as well!

[scarlettwitch-rp]

@cursed-dawn

[cosmereplusshowdown]

LOSERS round 1 poll 1

*vote for your fave! winner goes up against the top 4!*

[nacricissa]

GUYS! GAYS! GHOULS! GILGAMESH! I THINK I'VE GOT THE PLOT!

These characters started in my mind after the resolution of book 1, so the notion that they would all be pitted against each other to begin with had not previously occurred to me. From now on book 1 will be a free-for-all between people of varying significance on three different worlds entirely, all of whom are vying for a control of a sentient weapon, from the perspective of that weapon. The man for whom the blade was made, the woman who was made to learn to wield it, and the boy who put his hand on the hilt because he wants nothing more than to do the right thing.

[loreholdlesbian]

Art by AzraelLaVolpe

Card transcription

Davriel, Crossroads Dealer 3B Legendary Planeswalker- Davriel [mythic] +1: Whenever an outlaw you control deals combat damage to a player this turn, you may pay 1 life. If you do, create a Treasure token. -3: Create a 3/3 black Demon Mercenary creature token with menace. -6: Target opponent opponent discards their hand. If they discard fewer than seven cards this way, draw a number of cards equal to the difference. 4 loyalty

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[jasper-the-menace]

No one who's well-adjusted signs a demon contract.

[doorinthefloor-a]

“Miss Highwater!” the Man called over his shoulder.

“There is a peasant girl in my washroom!”

“What does she want?” a feminine voice called from the other room.

“She has stabbed me with what appears to be an ice pick!” The man shoved Tacenda back into the wash-room, then yanked the pick out. The length glistened with his blood. “A rusty ice pick!”

“Nice!” the voice called. “Ask her how much I owe her!”

-from "Magic The Gathering: Children of the Nameless" by Brandon Sanderson

[oops-prow-did-it-again]

what did davriel do during the phyrexian invasion. I feel like he would have just looked outside, gone damn that's crazy, and shuddered his blinds. not my business unless they trespass and even then Ill send a demon to deal with it

[incorrect-mtg]

Davriel: Ms. Highwater, we have an emergency!

Ms. Highwater, whispering to herself: ah yes, the horrors from beyond the stars coming to compleat everyone was fine, but now he has an emergency...

Ms. Highwater: What is the problem, Davriel?

Davriel: We have run out of wine! Did you not order new bottles when you noticed the cellar running dry?!

Ms. Highwater: I did. The supply, however, is still recovering from the Phyrexian Invasion.

Davriel: The... what invasion?

Ms. Highwater:

Ms. Highwater: Phyrexia? The biomechanical horrors set on making everyone be like them?

Davriel: Doesn't ring a bell.

Ms. Highwater: And you did not at all notice the plane-wide fighting happening against them by everyone in Innistrad?

Davriel: Can't say I did! Everything looked perfectly Innistrad-ey to me! Maybe all of it happened while I was taking my afternoon nap?

[nacricissa]

David spent a long time drawing his sister before he’d met her. He hadn’t been told her name, then. Sometimes he called her Anne, which was the name he had been given before he’d realized he was a boy. It made sense that his parents would still get to have a daughter with the name they picked out, since he wasn’t using it anymore. He had never seen her face, had only scrounged up the barest facts from Hera, who even if she rarely wanted to talk to him except to chastise could be swayed by wide eyes and the reminder that David was a twin separated at birth. So Hera had confirmed they weren’t identical. Not only was he mortal and she not, their hair, their eyes, their facial features would all be wholly different, because of the particularities of the way she had been sealed. Artemis had said that his sister’s hair was white, but then she hadn’t seen her since the sealing either.

So David usually drew his sister facing away. She’d have white hair that was long or short, in braids and pigtails and different kinds of pins and hats. No one had ever told him where she’d been taken, so he’d draw her in the clothes of every culture he could convince one of the gods to describe for him. Most of his drawings included her, riding flame-footed horses, perking out from the folds of a landscape, leaning out from the window of a building.

As he got older, he began to study more of his own volition. Anatomy, for one, building out his drawings of Anne to be more and more accurate, with even proportions, increasing detail and dynamic poses. Secondly, he began to study magic. The first of the two was encouraged with much more ardor than the second by his parents and guardians. Evidence of his interest in magic was often confiscated as he was gently pushed back towards art.

These confiscations grew less and less frequent. In the same timeframe, much of David’s art grew more and more fantastical, with runic details holding a fact he wished to remember behind a cipher, the correlation between energies made clear by the symbolism of a piece, and thousands of aspirational drawings of the results of spells featuring Anne as the subject.

He’d drawn her so often the new art was only distinguishable from the old by the evolution of his technique. One by one each of the other methods fell, as Hera or Logos discovered the codes and confiscated his drawings, but never the drawings of Anne. He stopped writing down what he was learning, and only drew magic by letting its results cover Anne’s image.

It was almost too easy, when he heard Ares’s rants for the thousandth time, to remember that Anne wasn’t human. That maybe she could make the spells he had drawn over her body work. He could give her wings, and claws, and anything else he would need, to be able to stop the bad things. For real.

In Search of Flight