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You know that scene in K Pop Demon Hunter where Rumi has Jinu pinned to the wall in the bathhouse scene.

Def see Beryl and Leander in that scene.

Yeah...

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Look at these super cute summer thumbnails that our art team sketched last year 🏝️

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well, this is my legacy

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oh ma gad who is this diva

can't believe i finially finish his design >:D well, i still need to do render but design itself is settled right bahah;

i really like how it turned out so probably will do two renders - one in my style and one in game's for the sprite! (god give me strengh im not ur strongest soldier)

template is here by @someiicecube ♡(>ᴗ•)

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Commission for @todayis-snowy! Thank you so much for commissioning me <33

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Warm-Up sketches and some studies with leander

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happy birthday babygirl

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hey guys did you know my comms are open, did you know that.

pricing and tos

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and would you believe me if I said they have a crush on both of them.

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Because I see the tags (lol), she's bisexual. She'll kiss everyone. Please form an orderly line.

Introducing....BERYL.

She exists. She is out of my brain. She wears a giant hat. Yes, her outfit is impractical. She's magic, don't worry about it. What's hiding under her kaftan? Secrets? Kittens? A whole ham? A smoking bod? Eldritch horrors beyond comprehension? Who knows, she sure doesn't

She can't wait to kiss her fucked up boyfriends Leander (most fucked up) and Ais and Kuras.

Art by the fabulous @todayis-snowy

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Is there a correlation between a lack of sleep and being a Monster? 🤔

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Feeding yall some shitpost

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I wanted to write something.

How did Beryl end up on the outskirts of Eridia at the beginning of the game? There's a lot more in-between but this was a fun thing to write.

(I associate her with the Unnamed route, but could see her as the Alchemist. She doesn't really fit the Hound)

TW: some descriptions of gore and violence as well as implied violence. Abusive dynamics.

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Afternoon light poured into the high windows in Beryl's room. A lonesome caw echoing through the space. Beryl brushed dust off an old skull, the surface pitted like it had ben dropped in acid.

Ever since the mage had visited, the priests had kept her locked in her tower. Despite being the daughter of Death, with the planet scorched and covered with undead and undying creatures, it was no longer a permanent end.

She shifted slightly, hearing the lock on her door turn. Her sense flared with the aura that greeted her.

"You turn your back on me?"

She shot the figure in the door a dirty look. "You've trapped me in this tower, you wretched fool." Her cursed skin flared slightly and the priest laughed. "Ah girl you are so impulsive....." his voice drifted before turning cold with rage. "You have followers seeking your divine enlightenment and protection."

She barked out a single laugh, dry and without actual merriment. "Did you not hear the mage? This...gift is nothing but a....a.... curse..a ploy to suggest power when in reality it robs all power."

The priest shrugged before she heard the jangle of gold in his pocket. "Ah...but you see it affords us gold, knowledge...resources which are becoming even harder to find."

Beryl slammed her fist on the table, wincing when the skull she had cleaned, slid off, breaking apart when it hit the floor.

"Damn..." as she kneeled down to pick up the pieces, a heeled boot stomped on her hand, forcing her to wince. She would not cry out, she knew better than to provide that kind of satisfaction to the miserable and stunted as these priests were.

"You better watch your mouth, girl..."

Anger flared, and she shot a dirty look at him. She was going to peel that smirk off his face and decorate the walls with his blood. She knew they wore protective clothing, another revelation the traveling mage had revealed when he visited a few weeks earlier. As she looked up, she realized that his face was exposed......

Yanking her hand out from under him, she rubbed the bruised skin and stood, grabbing her hat off the hanger on the wall.

"Good....just follow the rules and we can continue this very lucrative relationship."

She followed him down, hands covered in the usual black gloves as she felt the air cool, incense burning in the air. People parted for her as she walked past. She liked that feeling, knowing they feared her despite how they tried to make her fearful.

The hall was low lit with candles as they walked in, the whispers in the room stopped. She bowed her head, walking to the raise platform and standing at the center. She knew this song and dance well. When her father died, Death had left her here, she wasn't sure if she shpuld be grateful or angry at that choice....maybe both.

As the line of followers stood before her, she took the moment, pulling the decorative headpiece off the priest to her left, her palm connecting with exposed, fragile....corruptable skin.

The prist froze, a scream caught in his throat before his mouth twitched in that manical way they all did. Before he could do so much as leap at her, Beryl disconnected his jaw from his face, blood pouring over the worn stone floor.

The silence that followed was as if the air had left the room, so silent Beryl could have sworn she heard the bugs crawling through the walls of the ancient building.

But it was only a moment before the chaos erupted, screaming exploded in the room and the guard at the back began shouting. Beryl's ears rung from an unknown source before she dropped her kaftan.

Within seconds, the room was silent again, aside from the sole survivor crying softly in the corner. One of the younger priests, Beryl had felt guilty, before she realized he was as culpable for her treatment as all the others. He snorted and hiccuped, shaking as she approached him, bone and blood, cracking, squelching under her feet.

"What will you do.....?"

Beryl leaned over. She towered over most of the priests when standing, but with him whimpering in the corner, it felt akin to a parent scolding their wayward child.

She gently placed her hand on his head.

"I won't do anything, but.... I will let you....suffer."

After a moment, the priest began to twitch, convulsing violently on the floor. At that, Beryl turned, pulling the remaining gold into her pocket. As she made her way to the head priest's quarters , she made a mental note of the amount of gold she had and where the maps were kept. Reworking the plan as she changed into something inconspicuous for traveling.

She'd read about Eridia before she was locked in her tower. The mage had suggested she may find her hearts deepest desire there... one of the last strongholds in the world for humans and maybe even some demons alike. She'd go there....try to find a cure for her curse.....or at least die trying.....

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My mcs schedule

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He’s a doctor with countless years to secure his finances and yet…

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who is this diva 💜

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Reblogging her again because I like to look at her.

Introducing....BERYL.

She exists. She is out of my brain. She wears a giant hat. Yes, her outfit is impractical. She's magic, don't worry about it. What's hiding under her kaftan? Secrets? Kittens? A whole ham? A smoking bod? Eldritch horrors beyond comprehension? Who knows, she sure doesn't

She can't wait to kiss her fucked up boyfriends Leander (most fucked up) and Ais and Kuras.

Art by the fabulous @todayis-snowy