prawn

a bunch of stuff from my recusant boggart AU hehe

The Altus Plateau, where the Erdtree's base can be found, contains the Royal Capital of Leyndell to the east, and Mt. Gelmir to the west. Scars from the Shattering remain apparent to this day.

Be normal about Boggart without his helmet challenge [IMPOSSIBLE]

...Rotoscoped his ass. I don't know. It came to me in a vision. It struck me like lightning. One minute, I was writing his dialogue for my fic, and the next, it was like 12 hours later. Whoops.

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[Boggart without helmet: this video] [Footage: this gifset]

LIURNIA PART I

Elden Ring fan art. Rya and her friends!

Prawn time 🦞

@velvet-apricots 's Fyra got the juiciest ass in the lands between

a few Doodles to pass the time

The real reason Boggart was in jail? Property damage.

Boggart: *burns hand* Marika’s tits!

Godfrey: *kool-aid mans through the wall* WHERE?!

Boggart saying he's never met someone with a taste for prawn or crab that he couldn't trust alongside the fact that he knows the dung eater means 1 thing.

The dung eater hates prawn and crab. Another reason to cut him down.

some bog & rya from my last sketchbook

Inktober 2022 Day 10: Crabby

Blackguard Big Boggart 🦐

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Djura from Bloodborne gets Isekai'd into Elden Ring AU

Djura experiences a "night" with demihumans and spends the following sunrise thinking the lands between is full of fools and those who do not understand their blessings.

A night enraged demihuman is nothing compared to even the weakest beast he kept under his protection. He had required a careful application of incense, fire, and strategically placed ladders to keep his beasts contained and protected and he and his ally whole and unrent by their claws.

In contrast within the lands between, the only worries with demihumans is their numbers. Both of which can be avoided by simply avoiding their territory or dodging.

He would only truly worry over a demihuman Queen and even then…why would you be foolish enough to barge into one of their caves or ruins during the night. Meanwhile, he would ensure the misbegottens to be left alone within Castle Morne. If he had to kill some soldiers and a warden, well...he had found a way to deal with hunters hadn't he.

It's not even truly dark during the latest hours, and the night ends here.

They fail to appreciate the reliability of the dawn.

They call this world broken, mad. The only madness he sees is in the fools who don't realize they live in paradise and choose to squander their endless bounty in hate and oppression. Djura is overcome with joy over seeing normal beasts. Not once humans. Black and white birds completely unfamiliar to him. Owls. They have animals his lands do not even recognize anymore without the help of an old book's illustration of Before the Night. Wolves are actually just wolves. They seem strangely adept at jumping seemingly from the air itself, but they may have been in the trees? Djura notes it as odd, but it isn't a bad thing. Their pupils are normal. Round. Their shape bares no resemblance to the collapsed inward eyes of those succumbing to the blood, when one becomes unmade. Humanity crumbling, as tooth and claw burst forth in a fit of fur and fury.

Djura finds decent company with the man called Boggart. They spend time together, as Djura uncovers the land. Boggart lays beside him in a lazy sprawl enjoying his full belly and rare good company. Djura unconsciously brushing off his shoulders, before realizing his old habit is unnecessary in an area such as Liurnia. The air here is not thick with ash and smoke. If anything he finds himself getting wetter than he'd prefer within The Lakes with his slickened wardrobe. He brushes off the thought much like the imaginary dust from his shoulders. Why mourn being given a blessing like these lands?