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“Day 16: Fighters 😈👊💥”
I’m now having throughout the weekdays when getting ready for tomorrow’s program and so on. Just hoping I can move on after finishing up my Inktober artwork plans til this month’s end. Sure would be deserving some candy during Halloween. 🙂👍
Now onto Day 16; as part of a countdown til “Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl 2” game release in November this year. If I would to pick any Nicktoons characters that could fit in, these two troublemakers sure takes the cake. (Not Harvey Beaks because he’s a pacifist to get himself hurt)
I used to watched “Harvey Beaks” from recent times, but sure would’ve deserved recognition more. Why not bringing its representation to future installments of All-Star Brawl series? I would be surprised if it does happened in official news.
BTW, I’d take this versus screen from the latest SSB game as the inspiration. Looks cool where I’d made from scratch, huh?
Tagged: @murumokirby360 @carmenramcat @alexander1301 @rafacaz4lisam2k4 @paektu
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“Day 1: Looney 🐰🔨” - Link Here #1
“Day 2: Imposters 🕷️👉👈🕷️” - Link Here #2
“Day 3: Wild 🌲🐶” - Link Here #3
“Day 4: Thief 🐰💰” - Link Here #4
“Day 5: Moon 🌙🎣” - Link Here #5
“Day 6: Love 🐰❤️🐲” - Link Here #6
“Day 7: Dogs 😣🐶” - Link Here #7
“Day 8: Shake🥤☠️” - Link Here #8
“Day 9: Act ☎️ 🤹♀️” - Link Here #9
“Day 10: Pirate 🏴☠️🗡️” - Link Here #10
“Day 11: Shadows 🔦🙌” - Link Here #11
“Day 12: Baddies 🚘 🎃” - Link Here #12
“Day 13: Transform 🪵💨” - Link Here #13
“Day 14: Bad Hair 💇♀️😱” - Link Here #14
“Day 15: Phantom 👻🦸🏻♂️” - Link Here #15
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Worst Video Game Song Tournament - Round 4 Match 6
Title Screen - Tagin' Dragon
VERSUS
Versus Giegue - EarthBound Beginnings
FIGHT!
I would recommend listening to as much as you can of each song before voting, but how you choose is up to you! Remember to be civil in the tags and replies!
Propaganda under cut:
Tagin' Dragon Title Screen:
(none included)
Versus Giegue:
"i'm going to get tittinus.... oh wait that's on purpose? still hurts"
"How the hell do you sound like a bad soundfont flip of yourself?"
"#versus giegue potion of headache. awesome choice there. great pick"
"#I don't care if that's on purpose versus giegue is too fucking high pitched"
"I love mother, the giegue fight theme is really unsettling and in context its cool because it gets broken up when ninten and co attempt to sing the 8 melodies sortof like a small voice cutting through the noise but GOD does it hurt my ears like LORD. Would never in a million years listen to it outside of the game."
"#[Versus Giegue] holy shit #owowowowow"
"I love giegue but good lord is his theme utter shit in m1"
Feel free to add more propaganda in the tags and replies, or send it to me in the ask box and I'll try to share it as soon as I can!
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What about more Brat the Rat? I liked that bad rat very much:) I wish to know more about him
- 🌻 anon
Oh, of course! I've been wanting to draw my beloved big Bad Rat for a little while now, and this is the perfect excuse to do just that! I'd be willing to answer any questions you or anybody else might have about him, Sunflower Anon, though for the sake of this ask I have a few doodles I drew specifically for you!
In Brat's introductory post, I mention that he serves as both the head honcho of every rat in the Pizza Tower as well as a rival to Brick the Rat. While the former is still very much true, the latter has since been changed since my sister @stephysalcido opened my third eye with a headcanon she proposed while I was partaking in a doodle session.
"What if Brat and Brick had an older brother/younger sister dynamic?"
It was a headcanon perfect enough for me to consider canon!
The above two doodles were drawn as a result of Stephanie's suggestion, the second one in particular showing how supportive Brat is of Brick in just about everything she does. Perhaps now the reason Brat goes after Peppino (And Gustavo to an extent) could be because he doesn't want anyone harming his little sister.
The former doodle is one I find to be particularly important because it's my personal headcanon regarding the size difference between Brick and Brat... and given the fact that I see Brick to be about this big, imagine how big that must make Brat!
I also wanted to include a doodle of what Brat would look like without his trademark deep grey beanie for this ask, and drew just that— with Brick wearing it instead! Seems as though it's ever so slightly too big on her, wouldn't you agree?
On the topic of Brat's the Rat's hat, you might notice that I draw his head slightly differently than how I used to; now, instead of his ears protruding out of his beanie, they fold out from underneath it. I find that this looks a lot more natural and a good deal cuter too!
And since I did a doodle of Brat without his hat, I figured I could also tackle another angle not yet seen of him— specifically, his mouth, and his incisors that are a good deal larger than Brick's own.
I had a lot of fun drawing these and am totally open to drawing more of the beeg rat if anyone would love to see more of him! 🍕🐀✨
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◜ ₊ — 𝓡 ˚ ₊ 𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐍
cw; decapitation.
Nil liked the Hooded Man.
His unquestioning adherence to orders so long as there was a battle to be had. His creative and violent solutions that demanded no direction or to be told what to do. His enthusiasm for all those things. For a Corrupted the circumstances of his transformation even differed from most. He had let Nil come to him, not forced, only compelled, and simply accepted the offer laid before him with relish. Never mind that it was no offer at all. That Nil would have killed him regardless.
He was, in any case, his most recent pawn. One that Nil’s hand needed. Someone able to be stretched thin, traveling over the various sectors of the chessboard where the crown royals couldn't be, simultaneously the most invisible and the most visible- which was why he wore the hood. To avoid the bevy of complications at being recognized, to avoid pulling apart a white spider's delicate web, so patiently exacted over years—
And for all that, Nil didn't even remember his name. Only that he’d been a prince once. Only that he was useful. Or perhaps it didn’t matter anymore; the lives that his Corrupted lived, when all of them served their best uses dead.
“You’ve returned with news of success, I hope. I've been waiting a long time for this,” he said softly without turning, knowing there would be nothing to see so much as hear from the obscured, hooded prince. Suspecting it. But the occasion was marked with surprise- instead of a report, a burlap sack dropped wordlessly at his feet without explanation.
Silence. Nil cocked his head, still imbued with an air of innocence, though his confusion was real.
“What's this?”
Wordless, again. It wasn't often that the talkative Corrupted feigned silence, or deigned a lack of response to his master. Some haunting note of importance accompanied this decision. Curiosity compelled the Fell Dragon prince at last to bend down, to untie the cord and peer inside upon a scene of. . .of—
He covered his face with one hand, obscuring an unknown expression. His shoulders trembled, beneath the skinny jut of his collarbone his chest heaved with scarcely contained emotion. Even the weak and spindly body doubled over at the waist in agony. It was almost as if he were crying until—
a giggle.
—no, it was laughter.
“Kaha..”
Unremitting, truly genuine laughter.
“Hahahaha!”
Years—centuries—over a millennia's worth of desire led to the sound. A harsh and gleeful peal; that high-pitched throttle only once exhausted of all fuel faded to a dying note. A driblet of saliva that he wiped away on the backside of his hand.
“. . .Hah.” Light-headed, Nil steadied.
Then he straightened. Like something within him had snapped back into place. Or simply, just, snapped. His kind eyes twisted into fragments of bloodied ice as he reached deep into the sack to surface the singular item that composed its contents- a decapitated head lifted from the depths into the light. Into the range of his hatred, his yearning, and his goal.
“What a sorry fool. Did you think you could run? Did you think I would not find you? Every speck of dirt belonging to this world lies within my web.”
With this final foxhunt, there was no more of them that remained. Brothers and sisters flushed out from the hinterlands of Gradlon by the Emblem bracelets. Worn on the bodies of his Corrupted, a roused-awake Emblem emitted the smell of honey- a 'revived' father's power- attracting the surviving children of Sombron like bees, leading them into ambush and annihilation. And yet—
“You called me a failure and yet look who it is that remains standing!" The mass of flesh was thrown squarely onto the ground, smashed viciously against it beneath the sole of his boot. That sole rubbed and smeared and ground any surface that it could. "None of our brothers and sisters remain. I am Father’s sole heir—me!!”
A smear lead to one stomp, then another. Then another. Another after that.
It was only when there was nothing to recognize- nothing more of a scornful expression and face to remember- that he stopped. Only then was it enough. Panting, he rose to his full height, faced with the smirking lower face of his pawn who even then didn't say a word.
“What. You’re still here?” He gave an ugly scowl, but there was no venom and no distaste in the observation. No; Rafal was in too good of a mood. One chapter closed by Rafal’s machinations, and countless others soon to begin. His tenor dropped to the pit of his chest. Deep and inky and honest.
His hand wiped on the Hooded Man's chest as he moved past.
“Clean this mess up. I have no need for it any longer—but keep close to the vicinity of Lythos Castle. Do not be caught. Should a new Divine One step foot into this world, you will know what to do.”
And he left quickly. It was too long a time to be away from Nel’s side. Sweet Nil would never stray for long from his precious older sister or the protective enclave of the castle. Not even for 'a breath of fresh air'. Rafal made his way back to it from the grassy outskirts, his eyes wavering with anticipation. A ribbon soon to be cut, paving the way to the Divine One’s gift- whether willingness was a factor or not.
All would go according to plan.
Because Rafal’s pawns moved as he willed them to.
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