Can't throw daddy's name around to get what you want all the time, Durge, put away the dramatic lighting
Am a big supporter of the 'Durge likes gnolls while Enver doesn't' headcanon
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Beastmode daily FACT: Gnolls are like silliest guy :33 play with stick and bug etc.
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this is one of those, "wait, I seriously haven't posted that to tumblr yet?" drawings, lol. I drew this character months ago when I was thinking I might give making adoptables a shot, but even though that project fizzled out, I still like the designs I drew for it.
This brown hyena character was inspired by the Afrikaans name for the species: "strandwolf", or "beach wolf", due to many of them being coastal scavengers. I imagine her as an eccentric seaside hermit, reclusive by choice but still friendly enough to offer a passing traveler a cup of tea or clam soup.
There is so much sand in her fur always.
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Commission for @gagelgag~
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On the left, the Gnoll! 7 foot hyena people with a dominance-focused culture! They might have a bit of instinctive bloodlust and drive to hunt, but they're passionate and big on family and super loyal!
On the right, Marilith! 20 ft (6.1 m) to the tip but usually "standing" at around 8 feet (2.4 m). Dominant, incredibly intelligent, the tail naturally grapples, and coordinated/aware enough with all those limbs to address attackers from every angle at once. Also, if the genitals are on the snake side, that means it'll have double cloacal extensions known as "hemipenes".
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Gr'alla, an NPC in my pathfinder 2e game. She's a devoted priestess of Lamashtu and the second last surviving member of her tribe. Be nice.
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Baldur's Gate 3 Monster Headcanons
I have some companion headcanons I’m working on, but please tell me I’m not the only one howling for some monster content. NSFW under the cut because I’m about to be quite shameless. Hear me out, I’m on my knees. I’m talking about…
Being passed around by a pack of feral gnolls that have tracked you down by scent and just trashed apart anyone else that stood in their way. Having to hold onto their manes because otherwise you’d be slammed into the ground from their aggressive handling. You can tell they enjoy toying with you from the occasional hyena screech that escapes their drooling snouts. Don’t worry, they wouldn’t kill their scrumptious darling, but you’re sturdy enough to bear a little biting and scratching, aren’t you?
Being ravaged by a reanimated hook horror in the hollow colds of the Underdark. You had hoped you could use it in the upcoming battle, except it took a sudden and unstoppable interest in you instead. You can only dig your hands into the harsh rocky ground, your whimpers and its guttural clicking being the only sounds echoing across this cavernous place. Your flesh hurts from being held down by its sharp appendages, but other things are currently overwhelming your senses.
Feeling the cool and moist texture of the Myconid hands exploring your body, too curious about the ways of a flesh-walker and tongue-talker. The Kin Spirit that protected their circle and exterminated all threats. You have been generously rewarded for your brave deeds; nonetheless this final parting gift also satisfies their interest of getting to know a physical being to such personal degree. A fascinating sight, witnessing your reactions, as their deep unnerving voice commands you into obedience.
Squirming under the slithering tentacles of an illithid having his way with you, paralyzed under his low jarring voice reverberating against the walls of your skull. Although as he makes his way inside of you, you begin to realize you were never really under his control. The only thing keeping you in place was the dizzying pleasure. You can almost sense him smirk against your skin once the truth settles in. You're almost tempted to beg for more, but as you open your mouth you remember he has already read your innermost thoughts and desires.
Being pinned against the wall by the colossal Minotaur that suddenly rushed through the opened gates of the Outpost. You were taken by surprise and couldn’t even draw your weapon or cast a spell. Your arms are limp under the iron grip of his massive clawed hand and your plan to escape was interrupted by the feeling of your clothes being torn to shreds. It seems that killing you wasn’t his intent. The hot breath tickles your bare skin and you pray whatever is about to enter you won’t split your insides.
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Fanart of @bernieburrart's pancake Gnoll, from last year.
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this next character is a striped gnoll! Because the range of real life striped hyenas extends into the Middle East and India, I took inspiration from 19th-century Ottoman Turkish fashion for her outfit.
I imagine this character as living a cosmopolitan life in a city or busy town, working as the owner of a high-end textile and jewelry shop. New customers are sometimes surprised by her species; she resents the misconception among non-gnolls that her people are coarse barbarians who can't have an eye for fine things.
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