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triste-guillotine · 5 months

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GRAVELAND "The Celtic Winter" Demo 1994

1. Intro 2. Call of the Black Forest 3. Hordes of Empire 4. The Night of Full Moon 5. The Gates to the Kingdom of Darkness 6. The Return of Funeral Winds 7. Outro

"...For burned Witches For lost belief and might For Pagan and Heretic's blood For trees and forest of killed Druids For our lost gods..."

#Graveland #Black Metal #Rob Darken #Capricornus #Karcharoth #No Colours Records #Darkland Records #Drakkar Productions

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 2 years

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Alice In Darkland - Fly To Die

#Alice In Darkland #The Evil's Entrails #Fly To Die #Release date: May 2002 #Full-length #Genre: Gothic/Death/Doom Metal #Lyrical themes: Evil Darkness Life #Italy

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lorenzlund · 10 months

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'Ordinary Man & Singer Blues'

(live in the Akademy)

'61 HIghway Men'

leer sein, entleeren, ausbilden/abbilden, 'Aus dem Rahmen oder Bild fallen', Lehrer, Bildauslöser von Kameras, der Schnellschuss, Schnellauslöser, Bilder herunter-löschen, Bildserien schießen ganze von jemand, der moderne Kamerablitz oder das 'Flashlight', die Lehrschule (auch Kochschule)

'61 Highway men' (live in der AKADEMY). *Cars & Girls. Cars are easier to handle'. German Country. Paderborner Innenstadt. 'Motors return, Girls don't'

'Ordinary Man & Singer Blues'

I ain't never loved but 4 Women in my life. These were my mother and sister, my aunt Liz and my cousin!

'So Honey, when you see me coming, I beg you, as soon as I walk in, right through the door: Put your finest dress on!'

Nobody they say plays the Blues as original like I do! (So ordinary like I do!) An ordinary hard working man is suddenly having the Blues!!

It were only 4 Women all in all, I swear, until you!! Until we met! So Honey, I beg you: Put four finest dress on! When I ring the bell!

(spoken: You could do it for me!)

For I'm just an ordinary hard working man who keeps singing the ordinary man & singer blu-u-u-es! To you-ou-u!!

To you!!!'

(And what I still then said to her was: 'Lorraine, you simply look great in this tonight in my eyes!!')

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kerrtesy · 1 year

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So for the bodyguard au wanted to make alternate designs for power ups based on incorporating them with shy guy masks and shy guy variants. Listen I will take any opportunity to make outfits for characters it is just so much fun!

Adding sketches on both how the mask works along with an example of a transformation sequence below the “keep reading” to avoid this post getting super long. Quick edit before I forget I do plan on an alternate cat (super bell) power up that leans more into the cat aesthetic. I just wanted to design a more stealth/field outfit for him. I also have drafts for a knight design for the metal power up! Those are coming later though.

So I wanted to work on the setup that power ups aren’t readily accessible in the Darklands (with the exception of fire flowers and maybe boo shrooms). To counter this I’m going with the concept of fusing power ups with masks so they can be used multiple times (think Majora’s mask).

Currently working with the idea of while this does make the power up a bit weaker, as long as the mask isn’t broken or removed from the user the power up will stay in effect.

Also on how shy guy masks work with different faces this just goes with my headcanon that there are different things under each shy guy’s mask. Varying from some shy guys just having a void that stares back to horrifying appendages and the masks just cover these so they can all blend in together.

The transformation sequence wouldn’t happen every time a mask would be used, but I will never pass an opportunity to draw Luigi break dancing. (Btw the reference for this sequence was Deboshir’s dance when he was going off against Zip Rock, break dancing competitions are super cool and I highly recommend watching them). Anyhow this is super rough, but I hope it gets the general idea across.

#luigi #mr l #smb #super mario bros #shy guy #bodyguard au #my art #did i need to make the power ups more magical girl? not really. did i want to? yes.#quick note yes i made the bee power up look more like a wasp so it acts more as a visual contrast to bee mario #i liked how the leaf power up for mario is a tanooki while it is a kitsune for luigi and i just wanted to add that to another power up #also yes the boo power up the lantern is a reference to mario is missing #mario and the phantom

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vbnhuet · 2 months

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I love how in your art with Bowser and his parents they don’t wear the spiked cuffs and collar. Which makes me think Bowser doesn’t wear them as Royal garb, he just likes the punk rock style😭

WHICH LEADS ME TO IMAGINE

Teen Bowser being a little punk and just blasting heavy metal throughout the castle.

In my version of the Darkland, spikes are consider as fashionable for the royals, which is why Queen Cinder loves wearing them (it’s a display of power and might). Senior doesn’t wear them because his personality is more regal and reserved.

Now punk rock Bowser on the other hand, that’s definitely a phase he had when he’s a teen that his mom totally encouraged. His dad however absolutely despise it.

Thank you for the ask :D

#bowser #super mario #bowuigi #ask #ask me anything #digital art #my art #oc art #my ocs #original character #comic #people who read my fics may recognise that leather jacket :D #bowser’s parents saga

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istadris · 3 months

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Blaming @bobombogenesis for inspiring this idea but imagine if after the movie, during the time he's captive, Bowser is angry at everything and especially Luigi who sometimes comes by. Bowser is convinced it's to make fun of him. And maybe at first it is, just a bit : Luigi didn't like his time in a cage at all and wants to make sure Bowser knows it too.

But he's not cruel (just a but mocking when he's confident since it doesn't happen often) and he empathizes more than he should with Bowser's situation. Yes, he knows Bowser has only himself to blame for being locked up in a cage, but he doesn't wish it on anyone else either...

So he comes back and brings a couple of things here and now. Checks on how Bowser's been eating. Refills his water when it seems like there isn't enough. Asks him if he's been sleeping well, he's got very big eye bags.

Bowser at first hates it and snaps at Luigi any way he can. He wishes Luigi would actually put his hand inside the cage so he could bite it, it would be hilarious and very cathartic.

Then one day Luigi shows up right on the day Bowser is having an itchy shell that is driving him insane. In the Darklands or his castle he would have plenty surfaces to rub himself against, but here he only has little metal bars and his dumb piano. He's itchy and furious and filled with murder impulses.

When Luigi walks in, he's confused and scared at first by Bowser's abnormal agressivity (not that Bowser hasn't been agressive but so far it was mostly tantrums, not this bloodthirsty frenzy), until he notices Bowser rubbing himself against a corner of a piano and goes "ooooh....got it!" Before running off and coming back with a toothbrush.

Bowser almost bites his hand off when Luigi slips the toothbrush through the bars but when it starts rubbing his shell...oh. Ooooooh that's....that's so good ??? That's the best shell rubbing he's ever got ?? And before he knows it he's flat on the cage ground, rumbling in pleasure as the toothbrush scratches him just right, sneaks between his spikes, massages and scritches him at the same time, it feels so good his thoughts just leave his head and leave him into a mindless puddle of happiness.

It takes until Luigi is gone for Bowser to get out of that headspace and realize what must happened. And for the next couple of Days he's trying his best to NOT think about it.

(And failing miserably).

Next time Luigi shows up Bowser grabs the bars and immediately yells "What did you do to me last time ?? What was that spell??"

"Oh, you seemed to have an itch and I used to know a girl with a pet turtle and she liked having toothbrush scritches..." (Bowser glares at him like he's about to set him on fire) "I-I-I thought you could use it and you didn't seem to hate it?" He adds very fast.

Bowser glares harder. But suddenly. An idea comes across him. He looks away and grumbles something.

"What?"

"I say, do you know more tricks like that one ?"

Here's Bowser's plan: since Luigi seems dumb enough to actually care for an enemy, he might as well exploit it. And get very satisfying caring at the same time. But only as a side effect of his masterplan ! Not at all because it put him in a weird fuzzy headspace that made him feel happy for the first time in his life !!

Luigi doesn't know the plan. Luigi is kind, a bit dumb and most of all very eager to see again Bowser looking so...cute. so despite being terrible with animals (they all seem to hate him despite his best efforts), he reads up on turtle care and provides them to Bowser. Who is very satisfied and starts looking forward to Luigi's visits.

To the point he even allows Luigi to scratch his head with his bare hand. But only because...it makes him...feel...good....what was he thinking about...? Doesn't matter...

Especially with Luigi's voice crooning nice things to him like how he's a good boy, a cute little turtle, and it makes his tail wag because no one ever said that to him....

When Bowser inevitably escapes (and makes grabs Luigi on the way out), it isn't long before he finds himself missing these strange moments where he was cared for, pet, cherished. Vulnerable yet safe.

And he wants to get them back.

(Or : Bowser and Luigi develop a reciprocated pet kink )

#super mario bros #bowuigi #mario movie #miscellaneous mario madness #this fandom doesn't play enough with Tiny Bowser and it's a shame

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bowsersfavprincess · 10 months

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BOWSER X METALHEAD S/O

Contains: Fluff, gn reader, Bowser having a fat crush on the reader (ofc), Junior being a cutie patootie, Kamek not giving af, mention of potential imprisonment/death/kidnapping, bad words 🙀☠️

Sorry it took me so long to make another part but this pretty much goes with my last post (Although you don't have to read it to understand)

Bowser's a lonely guy, all he has is his makeshift family

Kamek, the Koopalings, and of course his son Junior

Which you'd think is a big family, but he still feels lonely

He longs for companionship

He craves the thought of marriage

Which is why Peach finds herself in his grasp so often

Junior obviously deserves a mother figure, and who better than the sweetest most beautiful Princess in all the land?

And although Bowser can't deny that Peach is something special, he finds himself thinking about how Peach sort of isn't his type

She's too uptight and prissy for him

He wants someone who he can be himself around, and they won't see him as a total monster

But he's convinced himself that no one like that exists, and that Peach would be the best option for a mother

Well he was convinced, until he met you

You had both been at a concert

Bowser's favorite heavy metal band at that

A band that happened to originate from the darklands

The band was entirely made out of Koopas, so the only fans were darkland creatures

Who would be dumb enough to travel to this deadly lava land and possibly be imprisoned forever just to see a rock band?

And it made sense, heavy metal was usually only enjoyed by the people of Bowser's kingdom

But there you were in the crowd, sticking out like a sore thumb

Easily noticeable

Though most of the Goombas, Koopas, Shy guys, and other creatures didn't seem to take notice or care

If you were any real threat King Bowser would easy spot you out and dispose of you

And oh, he spot you out alright

As soon as he sits in his big throne (which he has for all his concerts because he's 'The King of Awesomeness') he spots you immediately

'Kamek... who the hell is that?'

Kamek nudges him for swearing because Junior's standing by

The small Prince looks at his father with wide eyes

'Oops.. uh.. sorry Junior. But who is that?'

Kamek just shrugs

'I'm not sure sire, why don't you ask?'

'Wha- I can't just go up and ask!'

Bowser wonders why he's so nervous about asking

You're technically an intruder, and he could throw you in a pit of lava if he so wished

But that feeling in his stomach reminds him that he wouldn't

That jittery feeling of nervousness and excitement

He begrudgingly does what his advisor suggests, tapping you on the shoulder

You turn around to a tall King looming over you

His shadow engulfs you, but you aren't afraid

He seems puzzled at this

'Oh! You must be King Bowser. It's a pleasure to meet you, really.'

Now he's even more confused

A pleasure? To meet him? Surely you're joking

But that sweet innocent smile says otherwise

'I.. uh.. yeah. You too...'

He's at a bit of a loss for words, which never happens to him

Ever

He's trying to find something to say, to not just stand there staring awkwardly

'So uh.. you... like this band?'

You smile at him once again with genuine interest in the conversation

'Yup! This is my favorite band actually.'

Bowser can't help but smile too

'Huh... really? Wow, not a lot of uh... outsiders like this music..'

He quickly speaks again to make sure you're comfortable

'Not that you're not welcome of course! I won't uhh, throw you in lava or anything..'

He chuckles awkwardly, hoping that he won't scare this mysterious human away

You laugh too

'Oh that's alright, I'm not scared'

He stops, blankly staring

You're not scared

You're not scared of him

You're not frightened, visibly repulsed, you actually like the music here

Bowser just stares for a long while, absolutely dumbstruck

Then the buzz of speakers connecting is heard and he knows the concert will start soon

'Uh.. why don't you.. join me?'

He points to his elevated seats

'Best seats in the house'

He smiles awkwardly and is overjoyed once you accept

It's then you meet Junior and Kamek

Kamek isn't necessarily interested in you, you aren't a threat and Bowser seemingly enjoys your company

Junior however, could not be more interested

Some random human that his father brought back to sit in the royal spots with him

Some human who seems genuinely friendly

It's not something Junior is used to either

He doesn't get along with Mario at all, doesn't see Luigi much and well

Princess Peach doesn't necessarily like Junior

As much as she's sugary sweet on the outside, the idea of mothering a small version of her enemy doesn't quite appeal to her

And she's not exactly the best actress

But this random human seemed to have no problems with Junior

In fact they seemed as interested in Junior as he was in them

Bowser notices

'Oh, that's my son, Junior'

Junior just gives a small wave

Your eyes go wide and you smile at him

'Hello Junior'

You can't help but squeak with excitement looking at the shy koopa

'Oh, you look just like your father! I bet you're going to grow up and be big and strong just like him, huh?'

Junior's tail wags slightly

'Yeah! I'll be just like papa!!'

Bowser watches this scene with the most joy he's felt in years

Maybe... maybe he could stop pursuing Peach and kidnap someone else

No, he had a chance

It was slim, but much larger than the chance Peach was giving him

Which is none

He didn't have to force you, not yet

You weren't scared

You seemingly liked him and his son

Maybe he could actually get someone to love him

The real him

After the concert ends Bowser doesn't want you to leave

In fact he's a bit beside himself at the thought

Maybe he will have to kidnap you, make you stay

But you assure him that you'll be back

He doesn't believe it, not one bit

But then you take out a sharpie you had brought to get the bands autograph and write your number on his palm

Once again he's speechless

Maybe he has a chance at real love after all

We can fix him. Or make him worse 😈

I'll probably make a part two to this because I was going to do something entirely different but then accidentally made a whole story lol

Also how do you guys feel about Bowser x reader smut?? 🤔🥴 (Monster fuckers unite)

#bowser koopa #king bowser #super mario #super mario movie #bowser x reader #peach #bowser jr #kamek #bowser x peach #koopalings

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creativesnek · 8 months

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Death will not do us part

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the ancient tombstones that dotted the royal graveyard. The air was heavy with a sense of solemnity, as if even nature itself recognized the sacredness of this hallowed ground. Silence enveloped the area, broken only by sporadic sounds that seemed to emerge from the shadows.

Occasionally, a mischievous Boo cackle would echo through the stillness, its eerie laughter sending shivers down one's spine. These playful spirits, known for their spectral pranks and tricks, found solace in this realm of eternal rest. Their ethereal voices danced on the wind, adding an otherworldly charm to the otherwise somber atmosphere.

Amidst the Boo's haunting laughter, an owl hoot resonated through the night. The wise creature perched on a branch nearby, its golden eyes gleaming with ancient knowledge.

The Boo looked at the glorious sarcophagi, staring longingly at the jewels encrusted on the surfaces. They were captivated by the shimmering gemstones, their translucent forms yearning for the touch of earthly riches. Though they could not physically interact with the sarcophagi, their spectral fingers traced the intricate patterns carved into the stone, as if trying to absorb the opulence through ethereal means.

As the Boo continued to marvel at the treasures before them, a soft whisper filled their ears. They floated toward a particular sarcophagus. Judging by the new design and intact luster, this person passed recently. The Boo looked at the placard floating on top of it, curious to know whose grave this was.

The whisper turned into a groan.

The heavy lid of the sarcophagus shifted as a large, skeletal claw moved it aside. A glowing red eye stared at the Boo. The spirit yelped and covered their eyes. The skeletal figure emerging from the sarcophagus. Its bones creaked and cracked with each movement, as if it hadn't been disturbed in centuries. The red eye continued to glow ominously, piercing through the darkness of the graveyard.

With a raspy voice that sent shivers down the Boo's ethereal spine, the skeletal being spoke. “Finally,” it said. “The month of fright is here.”

The constant eye-contact was too much for the shy spirit, so they vanished. The skeletal being cackled as other sarcophagi opened. A dozen other skeletons rose from the graves, sporting spiked shells and bracelets. The red-eyed one looked at his reflection on the lid and fixed the hair on his skull into a bun.

“There he goes to see his husband.”

“Every fright month…”

“I still think he should have married that Mushroom Princess.”

The other Dry Koopas stared at the one who said that disapprovingly, causing them to slink back into the sarcophagus. A Dry Bone with a metallic gold shell crossed her arm and touched her cheek, “Look at him. Ever since he met and married that little human, he’s been so happy, even after death,” she said.

“Their rule over the Darklands was glorious! They brought peace and honor to our kingdom,” said a male Dry Koopa.

“Bowser may have had a rough life at first, but everything worked out in the end.”

Bowser removed some moss on his ribs and adjusted his spiky accessories. He listened to their words, a faint smile playing on his skeletal face. He had come a long way from his days of loneliness and bitterness. Meeting Luigi had changed everything for him - he had shown him love, compassion, and the power of redemption. Satisfied with his appearance, the Koopa climbed out of his grave. “I’m heading out!”

“Travel safely, Bowser! And say hello to Luigi for me!”

“Bye, Mom!”

Other skeletal relatives bid their goodbyes. As he made his way across the graveyard, his bony tail wagged madly with excitement, causing a faint rattling sound that echoed through the night. Orbs of light appeared around the haunted space, casting an eerie glow. More members of the Royal Koopa Family arose from their graves and began to sing and dance; after all, they had a full thirty days of sentience to enjoy!

Bowser crossed the red gates protecting the graveyard and sprinted to the Boo Woods, ready to find his love.

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The Dry Koopa looked at the dilapidated mansion before him. Its cracked walls and broken windows were a testament to the passage of time and neglect. As he stood there, a gust of wind blew through the decrepit structure, causing the remaining shutters to creak in protest. Windows and pillars were covered in vines and moss. Lightning struck overhead, lighting the eerie floors. Some of the windows had eerie yellow lights.

Bowser rattled with excitement as he knocked on the cracked door. The door eerily swung open on its own. He stepped forward into the darkness and looked around; the door slammed shut behind him. Eerie whispers echoed around him. Lights slowly turned on and furniture started to float. The Dry Koopa’s tail wagged, “Luigi, are you here?” he asked.

A chill went down his spine as something cold touched his shoulder and a voice replied, “Hello~”

The Dry Koopa turned his head around 180 degrees and smiled at the ghost behind him. His body was somewhat translucent with a greenish hue. The ghostly figure floated in front of the Dry Koopa, its ethereal form flickering in and out of existence. His once brown hair was now white and long; his overalls were replaced with a light green poet shirt, black pants, and boots.

Bowser grabbed the ghost and pulled him into a hug, nuzzling his skull against his face. Luigi squealed with joy. As Bowser embraced the ghostly figure, memories flooded back into his mind. The first date they went on, how Luigi became an ambassador and helped with the peace proceedings. How terrified they both were about announcing their relationship publicly and the pure joy on their wedding day. Luigi peppered ghostly kisses all over his face. “I missed you, amore,” he said.

The Koopa smiled. “I came here as soon as I woke up!” he said. “My mom says hi.”

“Oh, that’s sweet. Hopefully I can come visit the graveyard soon,”

Luigi linked arms with him, floating beside Bowser as he walked further into the haunted mansion. The two chatted, reminiscing on the good times when they were alive. As they strolled through the dimly lit corridors, memories of their past adventures flooded their minds. Luigi couldn't help but chuckle as he recalled the time Bowser accidentally got stuck in a warp pipe during one of their battles.

"Remember when we had to team up to defeat that giant Boo?" Luigi asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Bowser laughed heartily, his deep voice echoing through the eerie halls. "How could I forget? You were so scared, you jumped into my arms!"

They continued down the hallway, passing by portraits of long-deceased residents and cobweb-covered furniture. The mansion's ghostly inhabitants watched them curiously, some whispering among themselves. Seeing the undead couple was the highlight of the year, that and because other loved ones, no matter what dead form they took, could freely visit.

Luigi leaned his head on Bowser’s shoulder, “I hear Junior is doing well.”

Bowser chuckled. “Of course he is! He’s our son,” he said.

As they walked further into the mansion, Luigi couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. The memories of their past adventures flooded his mind, reminding him of all the times they had fought against each other as enemies, only to eventually become allies and then husbands.

“All the Koopalings are faring well too,” he said.

Bowser nodded. “I’m glad there was no fighting over the throne after we passed,” he replied. “Hell, they even divided the kingdom amongst themselves.”

Luigi guided him down a hallway and into a massive ballroom; spirits floated all around, talking and dancing. Several pieces of furniture glided around the room. As Bowser and Luigi entered the grand ballroom, the ethereal atmosphere engulfed them. The spirits, adorned in elegant attire from various eras, gracefully twirled and conversed with one another. The room itself seemed alive, with chandeliers illuminating the space and casting a soft glow on the floating furniture.

The Boo glided around Bowser before standing before him. Luigi extended his hand and grinned, “Can I have this dance?”

“Always, my love.”

With a slight nod and a gentle smile, Bowser took Luigi's hand in his massive clawed one. Their touch sent shivers down their spines, but it was a comforting sensation that neither of them could deny. The Boo, sensing the intensity of the moment, dimmed the lights and conjured a soft melody that filled the room.

As the music began to play, Luigi and Bowser moved gracefully across the floor. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, each movement flowing effortlessly between them. Two souls that not even death could separate.

#bowuigi #bowser #luigi x bowser #luigi #fanfic #oneshot #bowuigi halloween event 2023 #halloween #spooktober #fluff #writerscorner #writers on tumblr #dry bowser #booigi

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cuppajj · 1 year

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If you are bold enough--and unfortunate enough--to venture into the dark forsaken tunnels where no flower grows, deep into the abyssal labyrinth that only those well trained to traverse them dare to go, you will enter the hunting grounds of the Darkland's most terrifying occupant. He is not known by name, but is given many from the fear he has struck into Thalamhan's sparks. No one knows where he came from and why he does what he does, and all attempts to slay him have been futile.

[more info below but TW for robocannibalism]

He is unnaturally large for a Thalamite. His servos can easily encompass an entire head, and he can pick most Thalamites up with ease. It is unknown why he has such great size, but no matter the case, it renders an encounter with him even trickier to escape; and chances of such are already next to none. He is an extremely proficient hunter, blending into the darkness with near-silent footfalls, stalking prey who are none the wiser. His prey are other Thalamites, which he eats indiscriminately--darklanders included.

When he catches his prey, he lets his presence known by illuminating himself a ghastly blue. Then, with his antennae and throat, creates deep and reverberating melodies that disorient them, stripping them of their spatial awareness. As he doesn't like seeing his prey struggle, he paralyzes them so they can no longer move. Finally, he bites into their metal and protoform, assuring a quicker death by tearing off a chunk of their neck. Once done with his meal, he leaves almost no trace behind.

He usually devours Thalamites in centipede mode; however, if the Thalamite is on the smaller side, he will partially transform back into his root mode, using his smaller mouth to eat instead.

He believes in purpose, that his prey were meant to be his food, no matter who they are.

#im stuck on the name but i know i want it to start with O and have a nice rolling ring to it #thalamhan #cjj ocs #maccadam #transformers #tw robot gore #tw cannibalism #tw bug #transformers fan colony #transformers oc #cjj arts #his design isnt final btw i need to sketch him a little more lol #unnamed centipede oc

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the-hottest-band-tournament · 6 days

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Round Two

Thin Lizzy

Defeated opponents: The Human League

Formed in: 1969

Genres: Hard rock, heavy metal

Lineup: Phil Lynott- bass, vocals

Scott Gorham- guitar

Snowy White- guitar

Darren Wharton- keyboards, organ

Brian Downey- drums, percussion

Albums from the 80s:

Chinatown (1980)

Renegade (1981)

Thunder and Lightning (1983)

Propaganda:

The Jesus and Mary Chain

Defeated opponents: Simple Minds

Formed in: 1983

Genres: Noise pop, alt rock

Lineup: Jim Reid – vocals, guitar

William Reid – vocals, guitar

Douglas Hart – bass

Bobby Gillespie – drums

Albums from the 80s:

Psychocandy (1985)

Darklands (1987)

Automatic (1989)

Propaganda:

#Round 2 #thin lizzy #the jesus and mary chain #phil lynott #scott gorham #snowy white #darren wharton #brian downey #jim reid #william reid #douglas hart #bobby gillespie #the hottest 80s band tournament #the hottest 80s band tourney

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legobiwan · 1 year

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Okay, I am really excited for what I have cooking for the Dimetio!lives AU story. First draft of an excerpt from the opening scenes here, oh boi, do I have a plot twist planned for this bad boi later on.

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No less than four Koopatrol soldiers flank the willowy, cloaked figure, spit-shined silver armor reflecting small moons of burnt umber. Fiery sconces embedded in the granite-walled corridor mark their passage, the hooded creature gliding more than walking, their glib, officious movements in stark contrast to the stone-faced Koopas who march astride in perfect formation, the tramp of their metal boots sounding as one portentous thud, booming down the long, silent hallway of the subterranean wing of the Koopa castle.

At the head of the strange parade strides Kamek, the grizzled wizard forgoing his usual affected shuffle, his permanent expression of displeasure more grim than usual. The wizard’s teal robes drag along the cobbled floor, halting, the simmering misgivings of each Darklands denizen privvy to the delicate situation coiled in every step. Upon reaching the imposing wooden door situated at the far end of the hallway, Kamek raises his magic wand, knocking three times in perfect rhythm - rat-tattat - backing away as the hinges of the heavy door squeal open.

#hello there #writing #i don't even know how to tag the rest of this #i have a LOT of politics to figure out #but I think i have the death/afterlife schematic in place FINALLY #and ohhhh boi the luigi-dimentio stuff is going to be TASTY #ah can't wait to dig into all of this!

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rosemaidenvixen · 7 months

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Broken

Ao3

Toby’s legs were burning, chest heaving as he sucked in deep, gulping breaths of stale air but he didn’t slow down. Racing through the narrow stone corridors. The puffs of breath and soft crunch of sneakers against stone in his ear let him know that Claire was right behind him.

They were close, so close now. They’d snuck into Gunmar’s stronghold and evaded every guard, now all they had to do was find Jim and get him out of he–

He rounded a corner, the hallway opening up into a large room, and stumbled to a stop. Claire slammed into him from behind with a grunt, nearly sending both of them toppling, but none of that mattered compared to what was directly ahead of them.

There, they were standing on the far side of the room facing away from them, but Toby could still recognize that dark armor, black hair, lanky build–

“Jim!”

Toby wasn’t sure if it was him or Claire or both of them that shouted, all he knew was that they were sprinting across the room towards his best friend.

All this time, after all this time searching the Darklands they’d finally found him.

“Oh man I’m so to see you,” Toby reached out and tugged on Jim’s arm “C’mon let’s get out of here,”

Jim didn’t respond, he didn’t move at all. Continuing to stand motionless facing the far wall.

Claire stepped up next to him “Let’s go Jim, we’ve gotta get out of here before Gunmar finds us!”

“Go?” Jim spoke up for the first time, still facing away from them “Why would I want to go?”

Toby froze, that was still unmistakably Jim’s voice, but there was an icy lilt to it that was anything but Jim.

“And besides,” Jim gave a dark chuckle “Gunmar’s already here,”

A low, rumbling chuckle sounded from behind them, Toby’s guts curdling at the sound as he and Claire slowly turned around. On the far side of the room was a massive troll sitting on a towering throne. Missing eye, wide curling horns, and a mouth full of crooked teeth stretched into a sadistic grin.

Toby’s breath caught in his throat.

Gunmar

Trying to look more brave than he felt, Toby held out his warhammer “Back off tall dark and ugly, dinner’s canceled,”

Claire sided up next to him, shadow staff at the ready “What he said. We’re getting Jim out and you’re staying here,”

Gunmar laughed again, the sound somehow more terrifying than any roar or snarl he could have made.

“You twigs would cost more to digest than you’re worth, instead I leave the honor of disposing you to my champion,”

Toby’s breath sped up even as he tightened his grip on his hammer. What did he mean by champio–

From behind there was the distinctive metallic shing of a sword being pulled from its sheath.

Toby and Claire whirled simultaneously to see Jim brandishing daylight in their direction, lips pulled into a too-smile.

But that wasn’t what sent his heart shooting up into his throat, hammering in his ears.

Jim’s eyes were completely white. Iris, pupil, and sclera lost in a wash of white static haze.

Claire let out a choked cry, Toby nearly dropped his hammer.

No, please, not Jim

“Jim! Jim come on it’s us!” he cried out desperately.

Jim didn’t respond, stalking forward with sword in hand, Toby and Claire instinctively backing away.

“I know you’re in there somewhere!” Claire pleaded “Please you have to fight him!”

“Your pleading is pointless,” the thing that was both Jim and not Jim spoke “I serve the Underlord, and it will be my honor to build him a throne of the bones of his enemies,”

He swiped daylight, making Toby and Claire scramble back in surprise.

“Starting with yours,”

Toby was shaking all over, heart beating so loud he was sure everyone in the room could hear it.

From across the room Gunmar continued to laugh.

“Jim please don’t do this,” Toby pleaded, eyes brimming with tears.

The thing that stole Jim’s soul and wore his body as its own smiled and raised daylight high.

“Hail Gunmar,”

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #jim lake jr #claire nuñez #toby domzalski #gunmar the black #halloween prompts #rmvwrites

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monstersdownthepath · 1 year

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Monster Spotlight: Delver

CR 9

Neutral Huge Aberration

Misfit Monsters Redeemed, pg. 10~15

These gigantic, savage slugs were one of many alien beasts engineered by the Xiomorn to aid in their shaping of Golarion’s subterranean world. Like most of the creations abandoned by the Xiomorn, the Delvers have spread all throughout the Darklands of Golarion, tunneling in patterns that appear random to onlookers but are actually guided by ancient instinct, so deeply ingrained into their DNA that the Delvers themselves are only vaguely aware they’re working towards anything. They’re unaware of why they dig, only that it is the will of their masters. Over time, what was once programming has become a divine mandate in their minds, a form of faith that drives them to continue despite their masters not communicating with them for tens of thousands of years.

Yes, these gigantic slugs have a religion. Not an organized one, mind--they’re mercifully solitary--but a religion nonetheless, and one they follow devoutly. Their faith commands them to ceaselessly dig, connecting the entirety of the underground together in one unbroken network of smooth stone tunnels. It... takes a while, their sluglike appearance giving a hint of the pace they work at. Delvers tunnel at a rate of 10ft a round, but they can tunnel through solid rock without breaking their stride, whereas most creatures with a burrow speed are restricted to loose soil or sand. This isn’t sheer muscle pushing through, nor is it the use of their formidable-looking teeth (which are actually just for show), but a coating of acrid acid over their bodies that practically evaporates rock it touches, melting it into a slurry that quickly dries away to leave their trademark perfectly smooth tunnels.

I say ‘evaporates’ with little exaggeration. A Delver’s Corrosive Slime deals 8d10 Acid damage to stone and crystal (and creatures made from such substances) per round of contact. The slime isn’t kind to any other substance it encounters, dealing 4d6 damage to metal and 2d6 damage to flesh, bone, and plant matter. This damage is dealt to everything making contact with the Delver, including weapons or unarmed attacks being used to strike it, and any creature stupid enough to try grappling also takes this damage. Even escaping the slug’s space isn’t a guarantee of safety as the acid lingers for 2 additional rounds, though thankfully it deals only 2d6 damage per round in that time. This clinging acid is the primary danger of its natural attacks, a pair of slams that deal 2d6+9 damage each, plus the initial burst of damage from their Corrosive Slime AND the lingering damage afterwards.

Thus, a flesh creature being struck by a Delver’s Full-Attack takes 4d6+18 + 4d6 Acid damage, and takes 2d6 Acid damage for 2 additional rounds after. Additional slime doesn’t cause the damage or duration to stack, but it DOES reset the duration. Even a small amount of water can wash the slime off, but don’t try that on the Delver itself; it actually needs water to maintain its coat of slime, so you’re not so much washing off its layer of ooze as refreshing it. Also, to answer a potential question: Yes, as written, if the Delver makes both its natural attacks against an item or creature made of stone, that means the target takes 16d10 Acid damage on top of the slam damage. Is it any wonder why dwellers of the Darklands will sometimes seek these creatures out to try and secure their aid?

It may come as a surprise for players to find out that a Delver is not only intelligent, but can speak several languages. Their terrifying, gaping mouth is useless as a weapon (and as an actual mouth, as they actually absorb food through pores in their skin), but their flexible teeth and complex throat let them speak perfectly intelligible Undercommon, Terran, and Aklo. They’re also all typically Neutral, not going out of their way to attack any creature they see but also brooking no interruptions in their digging or alterations to their work. They attack only until the other party backs off and rarely ever give chase unless they’re particularly peckish; they can survive just fine by sieving trace metals, minerals, and microorganisms from the soil and stone they slither through and rarely consider worked metals as anything worth eating, ironically seeing the substances inferior to unworked veins pulled from the stone.

That won’t cause them to turn their nose up to it if offered, though, especially if they’re starving... and especially since metal has an interesting effect on their psyche. Delvers experience dramatic, immediate, and powerful psychoactive effects upon consuming even small amounts of metal, and are convinced (perhaps rightly so) that this is opening their minds to the ineffable will of their distant masters. Delvers go out of their way to blast their consciousness to Kingdom Come by devouring as much metal as they can, with iron having the most intense impact on their psyche, doing their alien equivalent of a line before they head out for a day of tunneling.

While a Delver that’s sober is usually safe to approach, provided you keep your distance and understand it may lash out to drive you off, a Delver that’s smashed on metals is almost always homicidally territorial and madly convinced of its invincibility, attacking and killing anything that interrupts its tunneling with reckless abandon. As there’s no obvious and foolproof way to tell a sober Delver from one “in the embrace of the Masters” (as they put it) it’s perhaps better for a party to just find some other burrowing creature to do whatever it is they need.

You can read more about them here.

#Monster Spotlight #CR 6 to 10 #Pathfinder #Dungeons and Dragons

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alix-xer · 11 months

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As daylight dies

Heads up if you don't like dark angsty stuff, contains blood and takes place in a bathroom and depending on how you take it, themes of suicide

-simply, if rott went for a darker sort of tone and toby didn't get the amulet (Because HELLO! unbecoming?)

Deep red blood swirls down the porcaline sink with the help of tap water, it falls like an everlasting stream from his gaping maw as he gasps in pain. Occasionally the addition of salty tears drips into the monsoon of swirling blood.

He doesnt look into the mirror, even if he could see through the barrage of tears he still wouldn't, he just grasps the sides of the sink firmly

He remembers looking into this mirror many a time, as a happy child brushing his teeth, as a hurried 10 year old late for baseball, and a halfway terrified 15 year old with two huge trolls hiding in his shower

Flashes of forgotten memories cling to him, they strangle the last morsel of hope in his eyes as that too drains away

The distant hum of static grows louder and louder, what should be a soft metalic ticking is gone, what should be a gentle blue glow is replaced with pitch black

Like the pitch black of that awful elixir, like the pitch black of the cavernous dimension it sucked him into, Like the pitch black of his insides as they twisted and clenched in pain and like the infamous darklands that he spent two hellish weeks in

The static grows louder and louder. Whispered voices trickle into his ears. His eyes clamps shut

'shut up!' he wills it away, he does not prevail

More blood pours out of his mouth as he chokes on rising bile, the tears just keep coming. Scalding his stone cold face

God forbid if his mom heard him, she's in the next room. She would worry so much..

But why is it him, why choose him, why curse him, out of all people in this world why poison him with knowledge only he remembers

(Becaue as per his own words "I can't do this alone")

High pitched ringing flooded into his ears, it brings out a burning, pulsing, bleeding, stabbing headache. The static seems to get louder, overwhelmingly so, so loud that he opened his eyes and could see it

He was so tired, if he dared look in the mirror he would see black circles that would never truly fade.

he carried the worlds weight and it was breaking his back. Crushing him ever so slowly until he couldn't see the path that was lay for him

He knows he can make this burden go away, make this pain stop forever but he can't

There will always be other trollhunters, but never another one of him... Never one who remebers the way to fix things, it would never even work anyways. He is the amulet's champion and if Draal inherited the amulet after he died he would never forgive himself

But can he do this again.... For the third time? He bearly did it once, but on the other hand he's been back for a few weeks now, everything's according to plan, the school trip to the museum is in a few days where Toby will loose his chubby tracker and could die as they faces the goblin hoard

his hand shake, a whiney sob escapes him

He almost wants to run away

But he can't let his fear overtake him, what would happen if he leaves? Who will save everyone? what consequences would take place? who would suffer because he isn't...

Who would answer the call? only he truly knows how to save the world! he can't let his manic thoughts win

Fear is the precursor to valor, let fear overtake him and he can't take himself to greater heights, to become again

To move on from lingering thoughts and prevail in the face of darkness, he can't tell anyone about his little escapades with the time stone

It's too much of a risk, too much to go wrong, too much to lose.

With an iron grip now latched into a fist James Lake junior turns off the tap and quietly storms off, into his room and onto his bed

God he was such a mess

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #jim lake jr #toa trollhunters #trollhunters tales of arcadia #toa #trollhunters rise of the titans #Please lmk what you think if this I am very nervous for this #open to criticism

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pomsdoodlefort · 11 months

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The All Consuming Bloodfeather

They set the Sealing Stones into the spider-like lock sealing the throne room doors. One by one the dark metal spokes bend themselves out of the doors and in one final push the doors fly open. Twisted metal flies into the throne room, swirling around with the Stones glowing brightly. The party braces themselves for the final encounter in the Darklands. The Third Expedition have been through hell and are ready to end things. The vile King Bloodfeather must be taken out to restore this land to life.

But no one was there.

The Sealing Stones and lock continue to twist themselves into a shape, a barbed crown with each Stone set into a spike.

"Uh... I guess we won?" Zackley offers hesitantly.

"Nnno." Chroma Ignischilde nervously licks his eye. "Something isn't right here."

"It's not over yet." Cosmina Sophia von Angora growls.

The black raven who had acted as their guide and friend throughout this journey slowly steps towards the crown.

"No, Cosmina... but it will be soon." Their friend says, mournfully. He reaches up and takes the crown, slowly lowering it to his brow. "You have to end this. You have to end....me!"

A blinding light bursts forth from within the bird as his feathers transform into a brilliant effervescent glow.

The bird turns back to his once friends, grinning as wide as any corvid has. "Thank you, friends." he spits the last word sarcastically. "For bringing me the stones which bound my essence and restoring me to my full power. After so long with so little.... I am feeling....hungry...."

#the all consuming bloodfeather #king bloodfeather #white raven #pugmire #pugmire npc #big bad #raven #bird #art #artists on tumblr

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our-favourite-orcs · 9 months

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ROUND 1 - MATCH 8

Propaganda under the cut!

Propaganda for Warhammer 40.000:

Rampaging war-loving fungus with enormous physic power that they aren't really aware of. The only thing that makes their cobbled-together tech work is their iron-strong belief that it will. They love to launch themselves out of cannons for fun and their favourite pets are just hungry orbs with mouths and legs (squigs, if you want to look them up). Their currency is teeth. Nobody has more fun in the Warhammer 40,000 universe than an ork with a big gun.

Propaganda for Gallarush from The Demon Prince Goes to the Academy:

Gallarush from DPA is an orc who became a vampire before the story started. He's the second oldest of the Vampire Council, a group of Vampire Lords with factions relating to days of the week & elements (Gallarush is the Lord of Friday, which correlates to metal) that aided the MC and eventually became an Elder Council for a newly reconstructed Darklands / Demon Kingdom that was composed of demons and humans. He often teases the oldest member of the council, Luruien/Luvien, an Elf-Vampire who erases most of her memories every ~200 years, and is highly protective of the second youngest of the Council - a Homunculus-Vampire who wants a soul named Lucinil. He's just a good guy / old man

#orc showdown #round 1 match 8 #warhammer 40000 #the demon prince goes to the academy #gallarush

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