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#watchdog of the old lords
otiksimr · 10 months
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Love it when eldritch horrors are just little beasties
[dramatized panic] Please help I have no idea what I’m doing-
Pocket Procreate has been kicking my early onset arthritis ass up
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No I don’t have an apple pen those things are too expensive for my broke self.
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katyahina · 6 months
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Inktober doodles dump!!! I've decided to do these traditionally and already killed two black pens :')
I am using Bloodborne-themed prompt ( x ), but with a spin in which I am only drawing half of it by pairing the days up (except for the very last one on 31th). I was not able to handle doodling something every day this month, so I had to improvise! Hopefully I'll be able to doodle more, this is more fun than I expected!
I try to not use more colour than one, but sometimes it is just not possible and I have to use two (drawing one colored pen over another to get the third colour)
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rococospade · 1 year
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Happy birthday Bloodborne!
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littlebambdraws · 2 years
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FromSoftober 2022
Day 23: Watchdog Of The Old Lords
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fantomette22 · 1 year
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Quick bloodborne sketches !
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No i swear Maria recruitment for Byrgenwerth is not happening like that in my next chapter. This, is the meme edition. But yeah let the poor girl go out there.
Oh and of course…
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What do you mean it didn’t went like this?
Yeah Willem is not that enthusiastic
(+really old doodles of well the same thing)
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Ok more seriously i’m sure Laurence was really intrigued by the watchdog of the old lords for some reasons. You can be sure he tried to study the blood of the creature..
And to finish, Annalise and her king consort !
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Yes, the context is sad 😔 and i’m not giving any
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bobbyzombiegg · 11 months
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Why does the Watchdog of the Old Lords exist? I don't mean I'm lamenting how hard of a fight it is, I mean why is it on fire. It's a "true" beast so it takes more damage from serration, and is thus on the same level as scourge and cleric beasts, but the entire monster is on fire, the weakness of beasts. Another strange thing is that the beast-possessed-soul has fire abilities despite also being a beast. Normally I'd say that it may be one of the keeper's dogs that got infected, but those dogs have horns, while the watchdog doesn't. Also, the keeper's dogs follow silver beasts which is even stranger. I guess this could be the dogs following their previous masters even after they succumbed to the scourge. The description for the keeper's hat says they committed a certain sin. It's probably a reference to dark souls and the first sin, but maybe it could refer to the creation of the big Watchdogs? When looking at the watchdog, it looks even more unnatural than the keeper's dogs do. Also the silver beasts definitely aren't created from the keeper's as the keepers have 8 eyes.
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Another weird thing are the loran clerics. They also have similar horns to the keeper's dogs and wield fire while being beasts. Maybe they created the keeper's dogs somehow? Another weird thing is that they drop coldblood flowers. And blooming ones as well. You should check out katypersonal's theory on those too. Coldblood is apparently a person's final will made form. If we assume coldblood is literally cold blood that hardened into a ball then that makes this even weirder considering that loran clerics use fire. They also don't drop coldblood which is strange. I don't have any solid theory on this stuff, but what I do want is for more people to start talking about these things. If you got any ideas about this stuff please share them.
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kalloway · 1 year
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tfw u see the fourth Amygdala you’ve encountered in the chalice dungeons:
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ultravioart · 1 year
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okay crackship time: Peepers and Marvin getting along really well, and eventually Marvin asks how old Peepers is since he's senior to his army, and Peepers thinks he's using silly wordplay, not realizing the Martian empire actually runs on age seniority: P: "Why, I've been 42 since birth." X: "Really! How fascinating." P: "That... was a joke, Marvin." X: "Ah." (silence) P: "Yeesh, relax, (laughs) I'm only 24!" X: "ONLY?! 24 thousand is very young!" P: "Oh, Hah. Hah. Very funny." X: "Do not 'Hah' me! I'm being serious!"
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apotelesmaa · 2 years
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Do the little miners in the chalice dungeons know they can stop mining like nobody is signing their paychecks anymore
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sunriseparabellum · 2 years
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oh my god
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loran-darkbeast · 4 months
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watchdog of the old lords
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one-strugling-bean · 4 months
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Woy headcanons (that are mostly Hater&Peepers, sorrynotsorry)
the brainrot for this show is hitting strong once again. This is how I cope (some of them might go against canon, I'm not sure)
Wander is not the last of his kind, although it is a pretty small species in numbers. They are typically nomads and don't tend to have many children per couple, so they are hard to come by. It's probably been decades since Wander has crossed paths with another one of his species.
Speaking of which, Wander is pretty old. His species has a looooong life span and he's around middle-aged in it.
Hater is also quite old compared to most aliens from WoY's galaxy. But for his species, he's pretty young. A skeleton his age is like an older teenager, or a young adult, at most (in human years, he'd be around 19, to early twenties).
Besides Hater himself, Peepers is the only one who knows Lord Hater's real age. Mostly because no one believed him until Peepers.
His species also takes longer to emotionally mature, which explains Hater's childishness, despite how old he is.
Wander is the kind of person who grows a crush on basically everyone he meets, but would also never want to settle down with anyone romantically. "The world is too wide and there are way too many people out there to just stay with one" kind of vibes, ya know?
Sylvia and Wander work so well as companions because they're both 100% sure nothing romantic would ever happen between them. They're besties through and through
Peepers is very much gay and very much crushing on his boss. He represses the hell out of those feelings though.
For the sake of the Hater Empire, Peepers has done quite a few horrible things that Hater doesn't even dream of. And by that, I mean like, actual evil deeds: gore-y missions, downright cruel decisions, the tying of loose ends permanently. The way Peepers saw it, all those things needed to be done for the Empire to thrive, but he knew how sensitive Hater could be and they couldn't risk upsetting their leader too much. Therefore, such responsibilities naturally fell on him.
He's always hidden such matters from Hater. Most of them were in the past, before they became feared, but even to the present day there's a part of him that's really scared of Hater finding out and thinking differently of him. Especially after Wander and Sylvia came around. (He's afraid they'll see him as truly evil).
These past actions are a particularly sore subject for Peepers whenever Hater disregards and/or actively harms their empire; "After everything I've done for us-!" kind of thought
The Watchdogs don't like Peepers. Like, at all. None of them would want his job so there's never been a mutiny against him, but they make so much fun of Peepers behind his back.
Peepers is aware of this (he already wasn't popular amongst the watchdogs before Hater came around) and retaliates by being the most insufferable, hard-to-please boss the watchdogs could ever have (asides from Hater, ofc)
However, in the Watchdog Army, there is a cautionary tale about Lord Hater and making fun of Peepers: it is said that once, a few courageous watchdogs saw Hater berating Peepers, and decided to join him in on the "dunking on Peepers" jokes. Apparently, those few watchdogs went too far with their jeering and Lord Hater obliterated them for their insolence. No one knows for sure how true that tale is, but no one has ever been brave enough to put it to the test.
"Don't talk to Hater about Peepers, and don't talk to Peepers about Hater; especially if they're in a bad mood." That is one of the many secrets that has allowed the Watchdog Army to survive under those two's tutelage.
I like to picture Wander finding out about this animosity between Peepers and his army and deciding to do an intervention to solve everything. He only makes things worse. Weeks later the watchdogs are still suffering from Peepers' petty wrath
Hater is a closeted bi-disaster.
This is not a headcanon, more of an opinion, but Sylvia and Peepers' relationship is lesbian⇆gay solidarity/hostility perfection
Somewhen during the 2nd season, Sylvia and Peepers start going out for drinks whenever Hater and/or Wander do something particularly stupid. Something, something, solidarity between the two only braincells, somethi-
Sylvia quickly realizes Peepers reaaaaaally hates Wander. At first, she is honestly confused as to why. But when she figures out Peepers' crush things become much clearer.
Cant think of many more now....... Please feel free to discuss these hc or add up new ones in a reblog, it would make my dayyy
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naldthal-thetraders · 6 months
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grelleswife · 11 months
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What if demon mothers have certain instincts and habits only they have.. But Sebas starts developing those instincts because he's dealing with a human child!
Considering the deluge of unwarranted Dadbastian hate in the tag these past few days, I figured it was high time I answer this ask and balance out the negativity with parental fluff (*passive-aggressive demon purrs*)
It starts innocuously enough, with Sebastian fussing over his boys’ hair and outfits to an unusual extent, even by his standards. Their shoes must be spotless, their shirts cannot have a single fold or crease out of place, and those unruly locks simply have to be combed 3-5 times a day.
“What’s gotten into you, Sebastian? You’re turning into Aunt Frances,” O!Ciel grumbles. Finnian’s just confused, but it’s nice to know that Mr. Sebastian cares! >w<
Things get a bit more serious with the nest-building. One night, a voice in the back of Sebastian’s head starts screeching, MAKE SONBOYS COZY!!!!! Gardener and earl alike are tucked in with several extra sets of soft blankets. And surrounded by feather pillows. And given a dozen Funtom plushies (at minimum) with which to cuddle. The kids are rather bemused, especially when this new bedtime routine persists long-term, but neither is about to protest such a comfy setup. Sebastian rationalizes that this compulsion is born out of a desire to better fulfill his butler’s aesthetic (the contract stipulates that he cannot lie to the young master, but the demon remains fully capable of lying to himself).
Then, the heightened protectiveness hits. A couple of stuffy dowagers visiting the manor sneer at Finny’s botched attempts at gardening. When tears of hurt well up in those green eyes, the butler’s psyche snaps, and his lips contort in a snarl as he bares gleaming fangs at the spiteful old biddies (Later, the newspapers report that they both perished of double heart attacks. How curious). On another occasion, Sebastian is forced to watch while a dinner guest repeatedly belittles and condescends to his young master on account of his age—until the fury smoldering in his chest can no longer be contained. Smoky tentacles lash out to wrap around the buffoon’s neck, strangling him to death before he has a chance to enjoy so much as a bite of his pudding. O!Ciel scolds him afterwards for losing his composure, though he offers the butler a hint of a smile when he adds, “But it’ll be much easier to enjoy my dessert without his prattling.”
Sebastian is left shaken by these incidents. He swore to defend the earl from his enemies, and he’s under obligation to look after Finny since he’s part of the Phantomhive household…but this all-consuming desire to shield them from the slightest pain runs deeper than that.
Other behavioral quirks crop up. The way he instinctively purrs when comforting O!Cirl after one of his nightmares, or accepting a spine-crushing hug from Finny. The discordant snatches of satanic lullabies, recollections from his own childhood, that he hums when putting them to bed. The times he lapses into his original demonic tongue while talking to the boys, not realizing anything’s amiss until he notices their uncomprehending stares.
But the situation really comes to a head when the hunting urges kick in.
YOUNGLINGS NEED SOULS!!! cries the same voice that commanded him to make safe nests for his wards. Thus, at teatime, Sebastian proudly waltzes in to his young master’s study with the mangled corpse of a would-be assassin.
“I’ve brought a soul for you, my lord!” he beams, the victim’s blood still spayed across his face. “I caught another for Finnian, of course, but he’s busy with weeding at present—“
The Watchdog, who was anticipating a nice cup of Earl Grey and (if he was lucky) a slice of chocolate cake, goes deathly pale.
“What’s gotten INTO you, Sebastian?!” he cries, leaping to his feet. “Have you lost your mind?!”
While sitting in his room later that evening, face buried in his hands, Sebastian wonders much the same. The pressures and anxieties induced by his butler’s aesthetic are finally taking their toll—
Yet, inexplicably, his thoughts venture back to centuries past, when he was an amorphous little monstrosity frolicking in hell. How his mother used to preen his wings and smooth out tangles in his shade. How they’d snuggle in nests fashioned out of feather and bone. How she tore older devils that tried to attack or eat him limb from limb. And how she’d go on hunting forays when her tiny eldritch blob was too smol and inexperienced to catch a human for himself.
Sweat beads on his forehead.
No.
No, no, no.
Nonononononono
Yet he can no longer lie to himself about the transformation irreversibly under way.
Sebastian Michaelis isn’t in danger of a nervous breakdown, but he’s helpless against the relentless onslaught of parental instincts.
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fantomette22 · 2 years
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Here’s the bloodborne drawings from today !
The Beast-possessed Soul (from the workshop), the Keeper of the Old Lords and the Watchdog of the Old Lords!
Bonus :
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Pov : You witness eldritch horrors behind your comprehension, again. You finally get at the end of the first Pthumeru labyrinth. When you thought it couldn’t get worse and weirder, you discover a giant fire dog who spits lava and want to kill you.
And you're not sure how you're going to explained this to Master Willem and the other scholars...
(Gatekeeper is concerned, Dores had enough of this, Gehrman is confused and Laurence is... really fascinated by it...)
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(don't worry the hunter is fine too)
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