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replied to your post “Man, I’ve been thinking…”

true. although i took a great deal of joy running up behind the bloodborne bosses and sticking various pointy and shooty things up their eldritch butts. and then running away screaming when it turns around to get revenge.

Immunity to eldritch charm is why you play Turambar m’dear X’D

turambar-masterofdoom
replied to your post “Man, I’ve been thinking about what my Sauron would look like on the…”

he sounds like a bloodborne boss fight on crack. no, scratch that – he’s the Nameless King from Dark Souls 3, only without the dragon and absolutely not optional.

Ooh, that’s a good size-ref *o* 

….also there’s something in that good ol’ Bloodborne feeling of fighting an ancient eldritch god that was never meant to die, who draws its powers from something unnamable and fathomless and beyond your understanding, born of corruption and massacre, and totally at odds with your species’s survival, but still unspeakably beautiful in a way that stirs the part of your brain that whispers “worship, be in awe”, and yet you must kill them or perish. 

Fear the scraping in the dark, the stripey black and white death that even at this moment tunnels beneath your fortress. His paws are wrath, and his beady little eyes burn with the desire for blood. He is Turambadger – and he will have his vengeance.

HEY! YOU WAIT FOR THE DAGOR-BADGERWRATH LIKE EVERYONE ELSE

I have a question for you, O Mighty Lord of Fleabags. How much does it gall you to know that all your work, all your dreams of conquest, and the very embodiment of your lord and master, will at the end of time be utterly annihilated? And by nothing less than one you once considered proof of his utmost dominance over fate?

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I think it’s entirely possible that you’ve overestimated your importance in the overall scheme of things. If– and I say ‘if’ because as you know, fate is somewhat variable for those of us higher in the foodchain– if you are indeed the instrument of my Master’s ultimate demise at the end of all things, you will be exactly and only that: a tool. An symbol, empty of significance, picked by the Valar to represent some sort of karmic justice, so long over-due as to be meaningless. 

And besides– it will be ALL things that are utterly annihilated; time, matter, life, good and bad intentions alike. My plans and dreams will either be fulfilled by the time of the Dagor Dagorath, or they will have failed long before.
It is the full stop at the end of the final sentence in the story of Arda, and it seems rather trite to consider that your comeuppance. 

Still…  I suppose you must have some sort of comfort while you wait for your trivial role at the end of time. 

{if it’s not too late, because why not} To the Bloated, Gloating, Corpse-Munching Foe of the World. Look to the red hill. Try me. Wishing you a Swift and Agonising Demise, the Lord of Dor Cuarthól.

“Happy am I to let you wait, ignorant and cold, with your ass in the sod, Master of Fate." 

The note, scrawled on dried skin, is delivered from the hand of a scrawny young waif with freckled skin and short-cropped hair the color of fox fur. 

"I was bidden give this to you upon a red hill, Lord Turambar. I could not refuse,” they said, with something crooked in the tilt of their mouth.

*RUNS SHRIEK-CACKLING THROUGH THE HOME OF THE WESLEY BECAUSE YASSS CURSE SUCCESS!* …. {but for srs bb you have all my syampathy dammit tumblr u had one job}

I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU HAD GOTTEN YOUR DOOMCOOTIES ON ME SOMEHOW! WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU YOU LITTLE POLYP I’M GONNA DIP YOU TARTARSAUCE AND FRY YOU EXTRA CRISPY THIS TIME

//Thing that’s always stuck out most about your art style to me is the … boldness? is that a word? LOTS of body types, LOTS of atypical design decisions, tons of creativity and holy bejeezus on a pancake THE COLOURS THE COLOURS EVERYWHERE SDJFKSDJF:SD

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friend howfriend FRIEND ??? such nice how

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