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conker's bad weed day
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goofy ahh
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A year ago today, mod Shadow was inspired by a Conker stream to make an AU/rewrite of Conker’s Bad Fur Day on the blog @conkerrewritten
Not too much time later, mod Polar wanted to do the same for Banjo-Kazooie. Putting our minds together, we came up with Rairverse. And what a fun time that’s been!
It’s hard to believe a whole year has passed since we started on this project. We’ve come up with so many concepts and so much lore, it’s been hard to keep it to ourselves! Maybe that will change soon.
Happy birthday RAIRVERSE!
-mod Shadow
But wait, there’s more?!
#rareware#conker#conker's bad fur day#banjo kazooie#yooka laylee#conker's other bad day#cbfd#pocket tales#shadow art
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oh no... he's still alive!
just a bit of my cbfd brainrot
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i finally after so long was able to find a single player conker plush 🥲 it was bundled with war conker which is even BETTER. he will be fwiends with my one from 6th grade,,
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I just have a lot of feelings about the sad wizard okay? :(
#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#bg3#bg3 gale#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#im seeing so many mistakes in this now but I really cbfd going back to fix them so maybe this is still a WIP lol#I like to imagine that this is what would happen during the weave scene in act 2 if Tav/the player never showed up...#coz goddamn does he spend the whole time pretty much on the verge of tears#and now I've made myself even sadder :'(
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POM POM: KILLER OF MASCOT GAMES #2
Pom Pom vs Conker T. Squirrel
"I had just a wooooonderful experience today! Y'know, I don't consider myself much of a craftsman, but I got to fix a broken table leg and I think I did preeeettttyyyy good for a beginner! I didn't even have to find any wood or anything- I just found a waste of space to put under it! Hehahauhaha!"
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Pom Pom is a virus/glitch formed by the scrapped side-scrolling arcade game from the early 90's “Pom-Pom Panic”. Pom Pom (the main character of Pom Pom Panic) for whatever reason gained sentience halfway during the game’s development. The game was cancelled halfway because the publishing company thought it was too bizarre of a concept and mascot character to gain interest. Pom Pom heard of the news and took it way too personally, as she literally cannot fathom why someone would think she’s ‘bizarre’-even to the point of getting ‘axed’. Prompted by the ‘poor judgement’ Pom Pom went rouge-breaking from her game to ‘axe’ any ‘approved’ game mascots/characters she thought could count as ‘bizarre’ like her.
#murder tw#blood tw#violence tw#Heeeeeeeeeeyyyy#it's me#the tag hiding gremlin#anyways you want some Pom Pom phycology?#Alright- so Pom Pom usually comes off as envious to her victims#and how she attacks displays her view/opinion of them#because this is a lot more brutal than before-it's a display that Pom Pom is upset that Conker never got to use his franchise properly#and 'blew' the mascot thing by CBFD's humor and style differing from CTT and CPT and leveling off as a whole since then#Thus why she would think of him as a waste- as compared to what she could of had in her own franchise#conkers bad fur day#conker t squirrel#conker the squirrel#pom pom the destroyer#pom pom#pom pom killer of mascot games#comic#weekly comic#binge comic#one panel comic#multi fandom#video games#retro games#nintendo 64#rareware#pom pom fridays
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CBFD AU fic - Of Weasels and Panthers
Well, here's this. It's very self-indulgent, far removed from the game itself, and takes itself way too seriously. Also serves as an excuse to play with a few OCs and explore character perspectives. Think of it as one of those Disney YA novels that asks "what if" questions on the cover, this one asking "what if the Panther King had an heir?" ...except I have no idea how Conker himself fits into all of this.
I love the characters that are involved with the Panther King the most of the whole cast of this game, so this involves them all in the limelight. Enjoy! Or don't.
Mia and Vivian
Her blood-curdling screams as she died would be heard in the maids' sleep for years to come, possibly forever.
She was too young, the taller and slimmer of the two maids thought as she and her companion stepped inside the throne room. Too young to perish, especially in such horrific circumstances. Mia looked back at her shorter and more plump companion, Vivian, who cradled the large, swaddled newborn - which looked more panther than weasel - in her arms with utmost care. Vivian nodded, urging the other to continue before their hulking king who paced in front of his throne.
The story was that the wretched mafia don gave his unwilling daughter away to the Panther King to be his bride. Why the king had a sudden interest in having a bride and an heir was beyond any of the castle staff. Perhaps he finally caught wind of his professor's desire to take the crown back. Or perhaps the king was capable of feeling anything other than a desire for his milk after all. Regardless, there the poor young girl was, forced to be by his side and bear his young. That is, until today when the birth of such young cut her life tragically short.
"So… you let her die?"
The way the Panther King's amber eyes fell on the two weasels as he emphasized that last word made Mia dip her head down. She opened her mouth to speak, but any words she thought she could muster stayed trapped in her throat.
"I asked you a question," the king growled impatiently.
"We… We tried, Sire," Mia finally mustered. "But there was nothing we could do. She bled to death and tore terribly."
Aside from themselves and the Panther King, the room was also occupied by two much younger guards that stood at either side of the throne, each holding a spear with a flag depicting the kingdom's emblem attached. They both watched the interaction with increasing unease.
"Excuses," the king rumbled.
"We told yeh she needed a hospital," came the most barely audible mutter out of Vivian.
The Panther King turned his unwavering gaze toward the more stout of the two maids. One of the younger guards - the one that bore a striking resemblance to Vivian - looked at her and started to wave his free hand in front of his face and shake his head with wide, terrified eyes. No. Stop. Don't. Vivian ignored him.
"Ah said," Vivian began more clearly, staring right back into the king's eyes. "We told yeh she needed a bluidy hospital."
The short guard shrunk back and covered his face. The taller one gritted his teeth. Mia gazed back and forth from the Panther King to Vivian and back to the Panther King again. As anticipated, the king let out a loud, ferocious roar, scaring the infant. As the cub in Vivian's arms started to wail, the Panther King loomed over her.
"You don't tell me what to do," he snarled.
"Well, yeh should know very well that your queen would still be alive if y'had listened t'us in th' first place," Vivian barked back.
"That's it," the Panther King growled as he stepped closer.
Vivian handed the crying infant to Mia.
The Panther King
The fat broad was lucky his heir needed someone to look after him. That was supposed to be the queen's job. That disloyal wench. It was true that the slender maid came to the throne room in the middle of the queen's labors and requested they bring her to a hospital. The king decided to let her suffer. It was punishment for being such a distant and stubborn wife, withholding her affection since they'd been wed.
He didn't think she'd die.
The Panther King growled as he set away the duct tape and sat himself on his throne. The foolish girl probably died out of spite. A little revenge for this whole arrangement. Another way to distance herself from him. Fine. Let her have her way. The king already got his heir.
So, he let the fat maid live with half a face full of fur and ordered her to raise his son. Rather than death, that would be her punishment for talking back to him. Fitting, since she wanted to act like an authority on these things. The thin maid could help. The both of them did let the queen die on their watch, after all.
There was one more detail the two shared about the birth of his hybrid son. Before she died, his wife apparently gave him a name: Orpheus. A strange name, sounded somewhat familiar. Maybe from one of those plays she liked. At least some of her work as a mother was done.
Bill and Bob
The funeral was held the very next day. The short-lived queen's father didn't even show. The Panther King stayed just long enough to watch her be lowered into the ground. As she was buried, each of the castle staff closed their eyes to give a silent prayer for her. May she find peace. May she be happy wherever she is now. May her afterlife show her the kindness she wasn't shown in life.
Bill and Bob's families stayed close together, tight-knit friends as they were. Bob's mother, large patches of fur now missing from her face, kept the little prince close to her chest. If he fussed, Bob would coo at him and tickle him. He liked kids and was good with them; he didn't mind the gross parts of caring for them and had a soft spot for their innate cuteness.
The fact that the cub looked a lot like their abusive master didn't seem to put Bob off the way it put off Bill. No matter how hard the tall weasel tried, he just couldn't look at the little (well, little for a panther, anyway) thing without picturing it snarling at him for more milk. Yes, he knew the child wasn't an "it", but… well… The babe was still very much a creature to Bill yet. It was difficult to get used to the cub's presence among them.
"May she be happy wherever she is now," Bill's father, Will, uttered softly. Mia repeated the sentiment.
Wherever she was now? She was in the ground! That was it for her, wasn't it? How could she be happy if she was dead? The poor girl… And she was about as young as he and Bob were, too. She was very kind from what little she interacted with them outside of being at their master's side; she even bothered to remember their names and greeted them warmly.
"Mate," Bob uttered as he elbowed Bill.
The slimmer weasel was taken out of his daze and looked to the stout weasel, who pointed up towards one of the higher towers of the castle. There, Bill would just barely make out the Professor lurking out the window.
Orpheus
When Orpheus was five years old, he asked his father if he had a mother. The Panther King laughed and stroked the top of the cub's head roughly.
"She's dead," the king answered.
Something about the curt way his father replied to him made Orpheus not want to question him further.
Later, when he was with his beloved nannies, Vivian and Mia, he figured one of them could fill in the gaps his father's answer left him with.
"Father says my mum's dead," he stated bluntly in his childish way. "What's dead?"
The two weasels looked at each other, shock and heartbreak evident in both their faces. Right away, Orpheus could tell something was wrong. Maybe he said something bad? But no; this was a "bad" he hadn't seen before. A new "bad". The women were at a loss for words.
"Well, love, when someone dies, it's… well," Mia tried.
"It's when they're gone, dear. From this life," Vivian cut in. "They… Well, they leave this planet, so to speak, and-"
"Like space?" Orpheus interrupted.
"No, it's… it's a bit different from that," Mia continued. "They don't go to outer space, or anywhere, really."
Orpheus didn't quite understand. How could someone not go anywhere? His mother had to be somewhere.
"Is she ever coming back?" he asked.
He was met a saddened sigh from Vivian.
"Oh, Orpheus…"
It took a long time for the cub to process the fact that he'd never meet his mother. It was unfair; he had one. He had one once, and she was just gone. As he got older, he wondered if it would've been easier if he had never asked, if he was left to assume he just never had a mother at all.
Things weren't all bad. He had Bill and Bob to play with, and he grew up loved by them and their families. The other castle staff were kind to him, too. It was only his own father that brought him such emotions as loneliness, fear, sorrow, and, later on, anger. It wasn't as though the king wasn't present in Orpheus's life, but he was distant, cold, and intimidating. He didn't play with Orpheus and only taught the child how to bark orders at the servants.
Orpheus didn't like the way his father treated the castle staff; why would anyone be so mean to people that were so nice? The weasels hardly did anything wrong except maybe spill some milk and occasionally say things that were true anyway. At times the cub tried to stand up for his friends, only to get snarled at himself, or worse: a swift backhand that sent the cub flying. One or two instances of his father's intimidation methods was enough to scare Orpheus into silence.
Years passed. Orpheus slowly started to realize he was growing as big and strong as his father and his fear started to melt away. The anger lingered. It was a longing for justice kind of anger, one that couldn't be satiated until justice was served. Justice for the weasels, for himself, and, most of all, for his mother.
It'd been twenty years since the day his father refused to help his dying mother. Orpheus wasn't scared anymore. However, as much as he wanted to just up and slaughter that brute, his newest confidant urged him to wait.
The Professor
Twenty years passed since his captor married that mafia don's daughter fresh out of college. The sick fuck. Because of that, not only did the Professor have to find a way to discreetly get rid of the Panther King, but he had to deal with his brat as well. That brat was now as big as his father, and seemed to be quite a bit sharper, too. The Professor would have to establish himself as an ally, gain his trust.
"So, you're saying you finally found a way to… do it?" asked Orpheus during his latest visit.
"Ja, with zhis," the Professor stated, ushering the panther-weasel hybrid over to his workbench. "Your father's reign ends."
Orpheus followed the disabled weasel in his floating chair, greeted by two full goblets on a tray, one gold and one silver.
"It's milk," the younger remarked. "You're killing my father with poison?"
"Ah, very clever, Your Highness! Yes, zhat is poison. Ze easiest way to get close to His Majesty is through his stomach."
"I see… He does love his milk," Orpheus noted. "Why are there two goblets?"
"Simple! Ze gold vone is for your father and ze silver vone is for you," the Professor explained. "You vill share a sort of… erm… father-son moment. A little bonding over milk, yes? Vill look less suspicious. He is used to receiving his milk from vone of his servants."
"Oh, I get it," Orpheus replied with a naive, almost childlike nod as he took the tray. "Professor, you're a genius! Thank you, really, for all your help."
"Ah, it is nothzing," the Professor said with a light chuckle and a wave of his organic hand. "Ve must work together under ze tyrant, ja?"
"When this is all over and I'm king, I shall grant you prosthetic legs and free you from servitude! That way, you won't have to live in humiliation anymore and you'll be free to work on whatever projects you want."
"Ach, you are too kind, Your Highness. Go, go now!" The Professor ushered Orpheus towards the exit of the small laboratory. "Make me proud, and take zhis kingdom back for all of us weasels, ja?"
"I will, Professor."
With that, Orpheus was out the door and on his way to end the Panther King's reign of terror. Of course, he knew nothing of the Weasel King, or of the Weasel King's inevitable return to the throne.
And it wasn't exactly poison in that goblet…
#my writing#writing#fanfic#au#conker's bad fur day#idk if i really should be putting this in the main cbfd tag but yanno what whatever read it or dont#yall are either going to love this or hate it
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Panty's Bad Hum Day: It's War Stuff
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Panty Anarchy As Conker Of My Favorite Chapter From CBFD
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Stocking Anarchy As Rodent The Conker's Brother:
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©️ PASWG -> Gainax On Japan Of 2010 🇯🇵 / CBFD -> Rareware On USA Of 2001 🇺🇸
#PASWG#paswg panty#paswg stocking#conker's bad fur day#parody#It's War#conker the squirrel#Rodent (CBFD)#rareware
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Some random drawings of hot furry girls I don't draw often enough. I've actually NEVER drawn Berri before, I've never played CBFD... But... God DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#conker's bad fur day#sly cooper#ratchet and clank#animal crossing#berri#carmelita fox#angela cross#charlise#traditional#fanart#:)
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Introducing my Unofficial rareware pins!!
cute and unique banjo-kazooie and conker pins from the early years of rareware games! If you love collecting pins and banjo-kazooie and conker then these are the pins for you!
These were made with a lot of love and care as I’m a diehard fan for both haha
each design must reach 20 sales for production to start so get yours while ya can!
estimated shipping time N/A
1.5, 2.5, and 3 inch enamel pins!
single layer, gold plating, custom backstamp, and rubber clutches
more info in product listing
available in my ko-fi shop!
follow me here, instagram or twitter for updates on the pin’s progress! #pinupdate
#txt#pin launch#rareware#conker’s bad fur day#conker#conkers bad fur day#banjo-kazooie#banjo-tooie#b-k#nintendo#Xbox#Microsoft#Unoffical#cbfd
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da conker oc....
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Had this idea in my mind for quite some time, and I felt like drawing Conker for this one because the meme honestly fits him 💀
Been quite a while since I’ve drawn Conker, or any furry/anthro-related character in a very long time. God how I’ve missed this unhinged little squirrel, he’s still one of my favorite video game protagonists because of how he stands out compared to other protagonists such as Mario or Sonic.
Started getting back into falling in love with CBFD again after watching a few retrospectives/reviews and gameplays on YouTube. I do have problems with the game that I feel didn’t age well, especially when it comes to it’s humor.
Toilet humor isn’t my cup of joe (with some exceptions of course, such as The Great Might Poo, he’s still one of my favorite characters, and he is the G.O.A.T), but besides that, the game will always be one of my absolute favorites, warts and all.
🐿 💵 🍻 👑
#conker#conker the squirrel#conker's bad fur day#conker live and reloaded#n64 game#rareware#furry#red squirrel#meme#no bitches#video game fanart#video game character
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Our project can now be found on twitter!
https://twitter.com/Rairverse
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For those who don't know, "Carotenemia" refers to a skin condition that turns you orange. Since the N64 didn't exactly have "fur graphics," so to speak, it honestly could look like that's what Conker's reddish-orange actually is. Speaking of the N64 version, seeing a more "rendered" version of his original Bad Fur Day design shows that he does, um... have a bit of a bulge. Sorry, dunno how to say that less vulgarly. Then again, "vulgarity" is a main staple of CBFD, is it not?
Anyhow, what's your preferred Conker design: Xbox or N64?
#digital art#digital drawing#conker's bad fur day#conker the squirrel#conker live and reloaded#drawing#video games#retro games#fanart#anthro
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