🦇🪦Max (He/It)🪦🦇

First Gort of 2026 😘

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Durgetash Week Day 5 -- Religious Guilt

Ow I hurt my own feelings 🥺

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Durgetash Week Day Five: Monsterfucking
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You shouldn’t be this late. That’s the only thought hammering through your skull as you sprint up the steps of the Ducal Hall, the perfumed invitation crushed in your hand. The paper still carries that strange scent; vanilla and something warm beneath it… some kind of wood? You’ve reread the message so many times the ink feels etched into your memory. A personal request from Lord Enver Gortash. Your presence is desired. Desired. Ridiculous. And yet… here you are. The ballroom swallows you whole the moment you slip inside: golden light, mirrored walls, masked patriars drifting like ghosts made of silk. You’re suddenly aware of your own breath, too shallow, too fast. You don’t belong here. You know that instantly. Then you look up. Gortash is standing near the center of the hall, regal and impossible, mask sculpted to perfection. And beside him… her. A tiefling woman in midnight blue, horns crowned in delicate bone, gaze sharp enough to peel you open. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, just studies you with a slow, deliberate curiosity that freezes you in place. Your stomach twists. Why you? Why tonight? Why this invitation? This attention? You force your feet forward, every step feeling like you’re walking deeper into someone else’s story, one you haven’t been told the ending of. Gortash watches your approach and when you stop in front of him, he smiles, warm, familiar, unnerving in his certainty. “Ah! Tav, dear!” Your pulse stutters. Before you can answer, the faintest shift of air brushes the back of your neck — someone behind you. Someone who moved without a sound. You didn’t see her leave Gortash’s side. You didn’t hear her cross the floor. You never even felt her approach. But you feel her now. And you feel the dagger at your back. Her voice curves around your ear in a low, delighted whisper, like velvet across your skin; a hunter about to devour her prey. “We’re going to have so much fun tonight.”

Durgetash Week Day 4 - Masquerade

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Durgetash Week Day Four: Masquerade
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The vault’s echo still rang in their ears, a phantom of clattering chains and shouted wards. Now there was only the cave, breath, heartbeats, and frost. The stolen crown gleamed in Clandestine’s hand, its fuchsia gems pulsing faintly like a living heart. She turned it slowly, power always looked alluring to her; terrible, and magnificent at the same time. She could feel Gortash watching her, the weight of his gaze as familiar as her own shadow. “Beautiful,” she mused, not sure whether she meant the crown, the victory, or the power crackling between them. “Yes,” he said beside her, quiet but sure. “ You are.” Watching her, flushed with triumph, alive with the fire of success, he’d felt a familiar hunger for her sharpen into certainty. Years of lingering glances, and unsaid words, all crashing into this one admission that cut deeper than the cold. Her focus slipped as she turned to him; wide-eyed, pulse hammering. The flame in her hand faltered, flared once, then vanished with a stream of smoke as she closed her fist. She could not, would not risk a magic surge, not now… not when they’d won. She’d imagined this moment a thousand times, in a thousand ways, each thought buried beneath duty, and loyalty to her Father. But now, with his voice still hanging in the frozen air, all the careful walls inside her crumbled. Their eyes met, and the world seemed to narrow, and for a moment, nothing on Toril existed but them. For once, neither of them thought of plans or gods or crowns. The tension snapped. She moved first, no more hesitation, no words, just a rush of breath, and heat, and the kind of recklessness that had always bound them together. When their lips met, it was fierce, and sudden, the culmination of every ‘almost’ that had come before. The crown slipped from her fingers as she grabbed him, landing softly on the frost below while the cave filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, and the rustle of fabric and leather as hands found their way beneath.

Durgetash Week Day 3 - Heist

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Durgetash Week Day Three: Heist
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Durgetash Week Day Two: Bondage #durgetashweek2025 #dtwnsfw2025

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Durgetash Week Day One: First Impressions #durgetashweek2025

Half Finished Illustration of the Tower of Cirith Ungol in Mordor. In the foreground a black stony path is rim lit with a sickly green light. A miasma hovers in the chasm below. In the middle ground is a cliffside fortress accessible via stone bridge. so far only the top of the tower is lit with the same sickly green. Columns of smoke billow out of the tower. in the background over the Ethel Duath and plains of Gorgoroth, Orodruin churns out a sulphurous fume into the red sky. Gonna add some goblins and whatnot in the foreground eventually. On the right is the working palette. I am using the Sonny Ross Muppet Colour Theory for this one.

WIP

Tw: Disturbing, Gore (kind of)
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A page detailing commission prices

A page detailing commission work examples

A Page of Terms and Conditions for commissions

A page about paying for commissions

Intro post:

- My name is Maximillian Miguel, but I prefer to go by just Max.
- My pronouns are He/It
- I'm an animation student and freelance artist
- I have a lot of different interests so my art might jump from interest to interest

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