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pinkpoodlewoof · 1 year
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Some Helledryn pictures (there were over 40) by One Three Photography
Costume by Aria's Done Designs
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mysteamgrids · 1 year
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Styx: Master of Shadows
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zennyaia · 2 years
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Hey so guess who's been spending all of his brainpower on a singular goblin?
Most Definitely Not Me
Anyways, I made a discord server for all three of Cyanide Studios' games based in the Of Orcs and Men universe (aka the Styx games). Any Styx-lovers and fans of the games are very welcome!
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kaminari-taimei · 2 years
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OD-808 clone demo
My art of the Styx: Master Of Shadows printed on a handmade guitar pedal by NorthZyklon.
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tench · 4 months
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Wait, that's it? That's where you decided to end this game????
I'm so puzzeled by their narrative choices.
Anyway, I finished the goblin series and I think, that I'd rate them as such:
1 - Of Orcs and Men is my favorite storywize (it has characters that have arcs! And fashion!) . Also found family (I'll die on this hill). Again, problem with abrupt ending (and so many gay jokes..), but other than that pretty straightforward road trip with unlikely allies to friends to "you know what you are". And horrendous fighting. But still very unique and very atmospheric setting.
2 - Styx: Master of Shadows. Honestly? I liked it! Very pretty game, very atmospheric. I love the character study of Styx in it. I was absolutely lost all the way from very beginning to the very end. I have questions to the way they tell the first half of the story (and the rest too tbh), but maybe it's a design choice, so you'd feel as confused as the main character. Would be improved significantly if the npcs were more than plot devices. But still, good game.
3 - Styx: Shards of Darkness. I would put it lower if it was an option. If you come into it not as a fan of the series (not where I expected to find myself in the beginning of 2024 but here I am) it was a solid stealth game. I feel like they lost pretty much most of the unique atmosphere, but maybe it's because they decided to sacrifice the whole character of the protagonist to some very low quality 4th wall breaking jokes. And I do like that Styx as a character can't shut up to save his life and very bad at humor, but leave it at least canon-adjacent. You can't put a player into one of the two boss fights in the whole game and put a lotr one-liner as the line of dialogue! Have some respect for yourself? For your story?? Also your players, what the hell were these death cutscenes? Still the story feels like a very rough draft. But! We finally have other characters! Two of them! Unfortunately their motivation is not very clear especially in the story that is all over the place, that doesn't know how properly end. Speaking of it, I am very confused by this storytelling move when they clearly set up the villain, but at the last second we fight some henchmen and the story ends. It was in several games of different studios and I can't say that it's a setup for a sequel because the main characters just don't acknowledge this in any way? It's odd. What can I say.
Anyway, Happy New Year, I was planning on staying late playing the game but I guess I'll go to bed early!
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fruitytrollroll · 11 months
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hi hello i made them. roommates. 💚🧝‍♂️🔪
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papswife-1 · 2 years
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SUPER EXTRA quick sketch I made at work.
This is Styx from: Styx Shads of Darkness.
My Styx has to stand me as a player...poor guy! ^^'
I imagine him, dying for the 100th time just HOPING for me to end play and live him alone for the day.
XD
Poor sweetheart <3
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Styx: Master of Shadows is my favorite stealth game, not only because it punishes you for trying to bring your Assassin’s Creed mentality of “If I kill everyone who sees me I was never seen”, but also because if you fall to your death while platforming in the floating world he resides in, Styx will swear at you with his final breath as he’s falling to his doom. It’s like a Looney tunes bit, it’s so damn funny.
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spiffygreen · 8 months
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pinkpoodlewoof · 1 year
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Helledryn in a truck
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nemospecific · 1 year
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I didn't realize episode 6 of Willow fully turned into a level out of Styx.
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malady335 · 1 year
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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Styx (Cyanide Studio Video Games), Styx: Master of Shadows Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Styx (Styx Games)/Original Female Character, Styx/OC Characters: Original Female Character(s), Aaron Barimen (Styx Games), Styx (Styx Games) Additional Tags: goblin/human, Don't copy to another sight, Size Difference, Size Kink, Voyeurism, Eventual Smut, Goblin - Freeform, Some Plot, Scent Kink, Scenting, Slavery, mentioned but not shown, Child Abuse, mentioned in passing - Freeform, Recreational Drug Use, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Kink Negotiation Summary:
Styx always liked the idea of fucking over rich, powerful assholes who were out to make his life a living hell. So when he runs into Barimen's mistress he finds himself more than willing to fuck over a thorn in his side in more ways than one.
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villains4hire · 10 months
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@grandvizier discussed Styx for Jafar!
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"Y'know pal, it's not many that have the resources or know-how to pick me out to invite me here. Usually, I come to them when they look for me deep down in the dark with the rats. So you're not a 'normal guy', I take it, n' judgin' by the threads? Can't say I know you, but you've got that ring of importance, all I gotta know, what is it that you want me to do or say... or even trade? I doubt you came here to be friends or some bullshit like that," the voice would say. Coming from place to place, then a version of him walking out of the shadows. This was indeed Styx, a myth in the flesh, a master spy, an assassin who made his own poisons to boot and an expert thief... and above all? A tracker if sent down the right trail to pick up on the scent.
It was clear there was no trust despite what or what he may not have set in place as precaution.
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kaminari-taimei · 9 months
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Styx detained
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tench · 4 months
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Ok first Styx game is growing on me, even though I am very bad at stealth games x)
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rose-of-the-grave · 9 months
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The Underworld
Pairing: Elain x Azriel
Olympus AU
This is part 2 of what I think will be a 3 part fic. Part one is called River Styx. I'm the author (please don't repost) <3
Masterlist Series Masterlist Read on Ao3
Warnings: most characters are ooc and I tried to fit them into the story so the way that I've written some of these characters does not in any way reflect how I view them, some character relationships were also changed as well as the relationships between the gods, everyone appears the same age, kissing
Word Count: 1,701
Characters: Elain=Persephone, Azriel=Hades, Nesta= Demeter, Rhysand=Zeus, Feyre=Hera, Cassian=Helios, Lucien=Apollo, Morrigan=Aphrodite
Azriel, god of the Underworld had just received his summons. Apparently his estranged brother, Rhysand, wanted to talk to him for once. It was a shame that it was all because of a young girl that he had saved, or kidnapped depending on how you see it, turned out to be a goddess. He cursed himself for not realizing it at first but in his defense whatever drugs had been in her system had numbed her powers.
Unfortunately, returning her now would not do. She intrigued him, a timid little thing who had broken the rules and ventured out into the mortal lands. Her personality did not seem like one that would belong to a rule breaker.
He vanished into the dark abyss only to come out of it in the place beyond worlds. It was a place that was separate from time, space, and death. Here, the gods were mortal, stripped of their powers but still immortal. In the distance, away from the gazebo where he stood, lightning struck.
Zeus has arrived it seemed to say.
"Long time no see big brother." Azriel greeted Rhys.
"And whose fault is that? You're the one who angered Father."
Az shrugged, conceding that he did in fact share some of the blame. He watched closely as his brother drew nearer. His face was clouded with something like worry.
"Where is she?" Rhys demanded. He was a master of framing his demands as questions. What he really meant was bring her here, now.
"She is a pretty little thing. I can see why you are so eager to get her back."
"Don't toy with me Azriel, Nesta wants her daughter back. I had to ask Cassian to prevent her from coming to the Underworld by destroying any shadows near her."
"Since when do you listen to that, what was it you called her? Oh, right. Harpy." Rhys made a pained expression. "Oh. I see. Little Rhysie has to do whatever she says or else his wife won't sleep with him." He mocked.
Rhys sighed but ignored the taunt, pushing past it. "Look Az. Just return her to us and we can pretend this never happened."
"No."
"Az..." Rhys started to beg but Az merely repeated itself. His tone leaving no room for argument.
"Fine. Keep her. But don't come crawling back to me when your common sense returns. She is pretty I'll grant you that much but she won't have anything to do down here. She'll be bored. And soon, she'll wither away. She was never meant to be hidden away in the shadows."
Az merely laughed. After all, why should he care? It mattered not to him whether she was meant to be down here. All he cared about was that he finally had his bargaining chip to free himself from his prison. It had been far too long since he had felt the sun on his face.
With one last look at his brother he vanished into a cloud of onyx smoke that swirled into the air.
He reappeared in his study, seated once more in his chair behind he well organized desk. Sending one of his shadows to lock the door he took out a gold key. Sliding it into a lock that had been placed on one of his desk drawers, he twisted it open. Pulling the drawer open he retrieved a gold orb. It was a curious design made by a fellow god before that same god had married Morrigan, goddess of love. It was a mechanical device made from gold that was shaped into a spherical shape. The intricate parts of it spun, concealing whatever was inside. It was a puzzle that he had yet to solve.
Hearing a sound from the hallway beyond, he quickly replaced the orb and locked the drawer. He put the key back onto a chain around his neck that was easily concealed by his black top.
He opened the door and was only somewhat surprised to see her up and about. She had not, as of yet, spotted him. Choosing to spend some more time quietly observing the Underworld's newest resident he instead used his shadows to lead her to a place nobody save him knew of. His garden.
He had little patience for plants but he couldn't resist keeping a place that was tied to life magic. A tiny corner of respite from this place of death. He smiled at her shocked reaction. Unlike earlier she looked relaxed, at peace. Makes sense he figured. She was the goddess of spring, of course being surrounded by plants that were just starting to flower would be a place that would make her more comfortable.
She approached a rose bush. Lifting one delicate hand to a rose bud he watched in quiet wonder when it started to bloom. In less than ten seconds it was a fully blooming flower. A faint melody carried through the air. She was humming. It was a song that had no rhyme or reason, simply magic. It was a tune that spoke of golden corn fields, flower beds as vibrant as a rainbow, and sun coloring the entire world in gold.
She fit in here, in his private little corner. Her outfit today matched her surroundings. It was a pale pink dress with a gold belt and green detailing. She had worn her hair down, with only a simple braid to keep the hairs out of her face. Her golden hair hung down to her waist in loose waves.
No.
He couldn't allow himself to imagine her here, tending to this garden and perhaps livening up the rest of his living quarters. He couldn't allow himself to picture her hair shining against his black sheets. Even if he kept her trapped here forever she was still scared to death of him. Az could still recall her running from him at breakfast. He had made sure to send food to her room since she hadn't eaten. She never ate it.
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Elain was dreaming. She must be. There was no way Azriel, the God of the Underworld, who ruled over the dead had a garden. A flourishing garden. It was beautiful, The flowers had all started to bloom and she was shocked by the variety. There were roses, dahlias, bluebells, and jasmine but there was also a whole assortment of vegetables and fruits.
It was a beautiful place. There were stone paths that wove around the plants that had been planted in an uncovered area. There was no roof, just arches that formed intricate patterns. Elain could feel sunlight on her skin but couldn't see a source. This must be old magic that kept this garden flourishing and plentiful.
She was tending to the roses when she heard him.
"Hello, little dove." Whirling around she came face to face with him, her captor. Leaning back on the manners that her mother had made a point to drill into her she greeted him politely. Offhandedly she wondered how her mother was doing. She had surely noticed she was missing by now.
"I see you have discovered my garden." He said it in a way that implied he was not expecting a response. His gaze was no longer on her but on their surroundings. She turned back to look as well.
At her lack of conversation he continued. "I rarely visit it. It is an odd sort of place, when I was first banished here I thought it would die off so I didn't bother tending to it but, as you can see, it has thrived regardless."
"It's beautiful." She mused. He startled a bit at the sound of her voice but made no mention of it. Instead he simply made a sound of agreement.
"It reminds me of my garden on Olympus." Longing was evident in her voice. She missed home he realized. He had thought the garden might distract her but it had seemingly only made it worse.
She turned towards him. "How has it stayed this beautiful? Surely it would have died by now."
"Old magic. This garden is tied to another on the surface. As long as that garden thrives this one shall to."
"I had no idea that was possible."
"Nor I." He admitted. "Old magic is long gone, only traces are left from a time long past. Stubborn enough to last but with no one to harness them they have gone wild. There are traces left in forests and oceans."
"And gardens it appears." She quipped.
"Yes." He chuckled.
Their eyes met, amusement in both of their eyes. She was a pretty little thing. And he knew he could corrupt her with ease. His darkness would mar her fair skin and springtime persona.
He would be her ruin.
Looking into his hazel eyes, Elain recognized something of herself. A need to be seen. He had been hidden away for so long. Away from his family. Like her, he wanted to do something different. She loved flowers and spring but there were times when she wished that that wasn't all she was. There was a broken part of her that couldn't be healed with sunlight.
He could be her salvation.
Her breath caught when he leaned in. She could feel his breath against her cheek. Leaning up onto the tips of her toes, she brushed her lips against his. At the feel of his mouth on hers, she moaned. That small sound was what broke his feeble attempts to restrain himself. He seized control of the kiss, claiming her mouth as his. One of his hands got tangled in her hair, the other on the small of her back.
As sudden as he had kissed her, he pulled away just as suddenly.
He opened his mouth to say something but paused at her gasp of surprise. Looking around he spotted what had sparked that surprise. The garden was freezing over. Frost coated the leaves of the plants and crystalized into beautiful patterns on the stones they stood on.
Instantly he knew what had happened. It was well known that Nesta controlled the harvest. It was high summer but this garden looked to be in the midst of winter.
Part 3>>
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