#Kelek posting

[skelekins]

rough skemtches of Kelek's cat inspired by this video

[skelebagels]

Kelek’s gonna find a cat like the one in the meow video

Be very proud of his weird cat

Show it to Snaps like “ :D look kitty”

Snaps belongs to @didderd

[smokbeast]

seam error ych for @didderd!!

[didderd]

sorry i'v been inactive. i just moved across the country 👍 but here. have some plane doodles of god au Snaps and Kelek. (god of murder and killing, and god of unconditional comfort) (Kelek belongs to @skelekins)

(Comms open)

[cranberrytea451]

@skelekins

Based off this

[cosmerelists]

Ranking Various Cosmere Fantasy Swears

If there's one thing Brandon Sanderson likes, it's avoiding any real swear words in favor of Fantasy Swears. I am genuinely a huge fan of this technique. So here how I'd rank some of the ones I can remember! (And thanks to 17th Shard [here and here] and to Reddit for compiling some lists!).

#14: Colors (Warbreaker)

This one feels a little bit...lazy, I guess? Like yes, Warbreaker's magic is color-dependent, so colors are a big part of the world-building, so I guess it makes sense that people use it as a swear. But it feels like if, in fantasy USA, people swore by "eagles" all the time: "Eagles! I dropped my hamburger!"

#13: Moons (Tress of the Emerald Sea)

I mean same problem as with "colors"! Yes, the moons are a big aspect of the worldbuilding, but it just feels like a semi-boring swear. Although maybe that's just the swear that Tress tends to use.

#12: Shadows/Shades (Shadows for Silence/Sunlit Man)

Okay, maybe this one is a bit boring, but anything Threndy-related gets extra credit from me. So therefore I think this is one of the least boring of the "basically boring descriptors of world building elements" swears.

#11: By the Lord Ruler (Mistborn)

I mean...eh. This one is world specific, but it's basically like swearing by god only in this case the god is the Lord Ruler, right? It makes sense 'n' all but isn't as interesting as some of the later ones.

#10: By the Survivor's Scars (Mistborn)

This one is better because it's more specific--Kelsier's scars are rich with meaning, and swearing by them does feel like it carries cultural weight.

#9: By Harmony's Armbands (Mistborn)

Putting them all in a line like this...I just like how they get ever more specific. Now we're swearing by Harmony's feruchemical armlets? Okay!

#8: God Beyond (Shadows for Silence)

I mean, Threnody is, like, haunted by a god's corpse, so I think any of their god-related swears are more interesting as a result.

#7: Nights / Nights afire (Emperor's Soul)

I like this one because I just don't know what it refers to and it seems kinda creepy. What are nights on fire for??

#6: Rust and Ruin (Mistborn)

Frankly, the alliteration gets this one extra points. And "Rust and Ruin!" just feels like a good thing to shout when you've stubbed your toe.

#5: Storms/storming/Stormfather (Stormlight Archive)

I know this one SHOULD lose points for being exactly the sort of boring descriptive swear I maligned above...but I enjoy this one simply because it's such a clear linguistic stand-in for "fuck" and that leads to such amusing translations as "Kaladin Fuckblessed" or the "Fuckfather" and that just never stops being funny to me.

#4: Herald body parts (Stormlight Archive)

I didn't notice until looking at various compiled lists of Cosmere Fantasy Swears, but Rosharans really like to swear by specific Herald body parts, huh? From here: Kelek's breadth, Kelek's tongue, Ash's eyes, Ishar's soul, Nalan's hand, Pali's mind, Talat's hand...I'm a fan of this. It's interesting and feels culturally relevant.

#3: Glories Within (Stormlight Archive)

This one is just Szeth so far, but people speculate it's probably a Shin curse. That makes it interesting to me since we don't know a whole lot about the Shin. What inner glory are they using to swear?

#2: Starving (Stormlight Archive)

This one is pretty similar to "Storming," I suppose, in being a pretty clear linguistic stand-in for "fucking." But I just like that the food-obsessed Lift has her own personal swear relating to starvation.

#1: Lowly/Highly (Yumi and the Nightmare Painter)

I'm a big fan of the lowly/highly thing from Yumi & the Nightmare Painter, where words can be linguistically marked as meant in either a high way (complimentary) or a low way (insultingly). It's fun worldbuilding and leads to some comic beats in the novel. Plus, this post tickled me greatly: https://www.tumblr.com/cabinetcreature/722030379790401536?source=share. It's so true!

[mdwop]

Hey, you up there, have you ever wanted to play Pathfinder 2, or want to play it moooore? Well, my newest friend, have I got a deal for you! The Living World server Kelek is currently recruiting players and Game Masters to join them in a post-apocalypse city where you can undertake dangerous missions, find incredible loot, and uncover the secrets of the cataclysm. We are playing in foundry vtt in Pathfinder 2, and are primarily a USA and European based server using the free archetype, and proficiency without level variant rules. If you want to know more about the world, you can check out our wiki: https://wiki.indiactive.net/index.php/Main_Page Or head straight to the discord: https://discord.gg/kelek to get right into the action! Feel free to direct message me, as I am one of the gm's for the server, and can answer any more questions you have before joining if you're anxious or worried in anyway. We try to make the experience as comfortable as possible, so please feel free to reach out about any accommodations you would need as well.

[isdalinarhot]

i think someone is trying to start discourse in my notes about the precise definition of fridging in the notes of one of my Teft’s dead wife posts as if I’m trying to make, like, a serious legitimate well thought out critique of Sanderson. That is not what I am doing. I am making fun of Teft having a dead wife because it’s so fucking funny to me that 1. Teft had a wife in the first place 2. That wife is dead 3.this info was offered up to Kaladin during the bridge crew days which means it was most likely a situation where Teft was all like she’s dead…….. my Dark Past…….. kelek’s breath this stew fucks

[dndhistory]

272. Cover by Pablo Marcos -  Advanced Dungeons and Dragons - Magical Coloring Book (1983)

Here's the last entry in the year 1983, and it's also a book that I couldn't find much information on. It's the last of the coloring books put out by Marvel in 1983 and it's also an oversized album. 

All I can tell from it is that the cover is drawn by Pablo Marcos (there's his signature on the corner there) and that clearly it continues to explore the characters from the LJN toyline in sale at this time. 

We get the good guys Charnay the Enchantress and Strongheart the Knight on the left and the bad guys Warduke and Kelek on the right. And that's about all I can tell you of this! Do you have a copy or know more about it? Is there anything special in the interior? Who wrote it? Let me know and I'll update this post with the new info! Onwards to 1984... what a year that is going to be.

[femmefaggot]

i was actually gonna post a row screenshot abt wanting to spar w kal but i went too far back all the way to ob somehow and. almighty. i already said that but. for real. almighty. fucking. heralds even. keleks breath. fucking whatever.

[bugbearbrothers]

Bugbear Brothers Story time!

The Advanced Dungeons and Dragons Storybook, “The Treasure of Time” from TSR and Marvel Books, 1983. One of the early attempts by TSR to crack the children’s market and/or convert them to satanism. This story features Kelek, Charmay, and Elkhorn. This post ends in a cliffhanger, with Elkhorn throwing a tantrum because he can’t murder Kelek. We’ll pick up next week, when we find out if Elkhorn can finally quench his bloodlust.

[skelekins]

have a lil skelek doodle

been thinking of him off and on while i work on other stuff

this is essentially how i imagine snaps first sees him - just hanging out all cute n comfy in a surface market

nicknames ive considered: spindle, weaver, needle

honestly been struggling a lot thinking of surface skeletons >:| don't have a reason for their bone colors. I think surface-skeletons are extremely uncommon to the point that many either are extinct in aus or are assumed to be extinct. This is due to a combination of reproductive issues [after losing the knowledge of how to access their souls] and also being hunted for their dust/for being spooky.

I imagine the folklore associated with surface!skeletons is like a mixture of elves, will-o-wisps, and general fairies. They usually live out and away from urban environments, forests being very common. Because of their negative human-interactions some of them became adept illusionists and enchanters.

Surface!skeletons like to dance with each other and use it a way of deeper communications. Usually accompanied by humming [either verbal or an effect of vibrating their bones.]

Spindle is from a family that specializes in needlecraft. He can spin threads with different charms/enchantments from his own magic - the thread extending down his spine to be pulled from the tip of his tail. He can then embroider, using either pre-spun threads, or directly from his tail, more advanced spellwork.

He can weave, but he doesn't often and it isn't his specialization. It takes him the most effort, with the warp being done with raw magic from his tail and the weave done with a combination of raw and pre-spuns.

His enchantments can be used for: illusions/glamour [like Kelek's seal, though Kelek's is a metal bracer on his tail made by a different kind of monster, Kelek has never met a surface skeleton in his au].

This doesn't extend only to disguises. Spindle's work can glow or emit different effects for aesthetical reasons. Since magic also functions as a way of communicating, Spindle's work can also reflect this. His strongest charms tend to go to those he cares for just as a result of that extra emotion fed into the process. His gifts tend to subtly emit what he was feeling for the person when he crafted it.

Spindle lives alone in an urban surface-monster community; meaning he lives around humans which is highly unusual. The community he settled down in didn't have great access to an enchanter so he stayed behind when his family passed through. He very very very rarely goes around humans. If he's not at the surface market then he's home. He lives in a basement apartment under a family friend who usually gets Spindle anything that he might not be able to find in the monster-market.

edit: forgot to say - considered having his magic also be a form of prosthesis. so if a monster lost a limb then: Spindle would weave/embroider/spin thread for another artisan with the expected result being an ecto-version of the lost limb.

[skelebagels]

“Sometimes he doesn’t remember.”

A little fic inspired by @cranberrytea451 ‘s concept for a Scar comic. I may come back to this at some point but I like it well enough now to share :)

Note: if repetition bothers u this fic is not for u

Warnings: body horror - memory lapses - self harm (graphic) - depictions of mental distress - loss of time, somewhat graphic gore

edit: accidentally swapped his eyes in the fic if u read an alt version somewhere. He is blind in his right eye.

Sometimes…he doesn’t remember.

He doesn’t remember why it’s so cold. Why he’s so hungry. He doesn’t remember how he came to be here or where that even is.

And he.

Doesn’t remember…

It’s dark in twilit glow and so cold. Yet for some reason it’s darker to his right.

He lifts his hand and follows it. He shuts his left eye and only meets darkness.

Why can’t he see? Why can’t he see out of his eye?! Why can’t he open it? Why does it hurt when he tries?!

His fingers tremble as they reach up and find the stitches and his stomach churns while his mind aches.

Holy shit someone sewed his eye sh-

Where is he?

Why can’t he see?

Theres stitches by his fingers.

He digs in while his working pupil trembles in its socket. No. No he can’t. He can’t see.

Why is it empty?!

The lid that he pries into is hollow and sunken with no orb below for his fingers to touch.

He lost his eye. It’s gone it’s gone. Gone gone empty and it hurts.

His right ear twitches as his stitches pop.

What’s going on?! He can’t!

He can’t remember…

His face hurts and there’s a warm liquid leaking down his cheeks. From his eye. Is he crying?

No that’s not it but it is. The liquid that oozes down his right cheek is thicker than the freezing flow of his left.

His right pointer and middle fingers are warm and wet.

Where…

There’s a slick sound as he pulls them from his oozing socket and his sunken lid sticks to his bloody digits. It makes his aching empty soul roll.

What the fuck happened to his eye?!

What happened to him?!

He reaches up to hold his head only to find more confusion there. There’s stitches on his scalp, there’s stitches on his scalp and he doesn’t have his eye, he doesn’t have his ear, what happened what happened what

Where the fuck even is he?

He can’t fucking remem-

His face hurts. There’s cool liquid draining from his right eye that stings and aches and makes him want to cry and scream. Yet he has no energy and his anxiety spikes at the thought of causing so much noise.

His left cheek is cold with a frozen trail. He stands in a twilit forest of aspen and snow, the sky an ominous black.

There’s stitches by his left hand.

What… why are there stitches? His left hand is on his scalp and there’s stitches. Why. Why are they there. Why are they there.

It aches when his irritation and confusion leads to his fingers digging into the wound. Why was he wounded?

Why are there stitches?

Why couldn’t he see out of his right eye?!

He couldn’t…

He’s kneeling in a snowy twilit aspen forest with the sky an ominous black that drips flakes of snow like water from stalactites…

Why is he thinking of stalactites?

His head hurts and his hand is warm and wet. There’s…a wound on his head. Yet he feels numb. He knows it’s there and that it hurts but. He just.

It just…is.

When he reaches up he blinks owlishly at the pink stained snow before him. His…

There’s a flap of skin peeling off his scalp. It pulls at the stitches at his forehead and brow, and one’s behind his ear. It hurts.

Why can’t he see from his right eye?

His head aches and it’s wet and tacky when he reaches up to hold it.

There’s flesh peeling from his scalp…

Flesh… He’s so hungry.

He can’t remember.

It’s so cold… and he twitches at every sound. Out of the trees. It’s not safe here. Why why. Why does he know that why is he so confused why can’t he fucking remember!

His head burns as he grabs at it and silently screams into the painfully cold snow next to him. He doesn’t understand what’s happening! Where is he? Why?!

Why does it hurt so much?!

He’s crying…

He…doesn’t know why.

There’s…there’s not time for that.

His working eye finds a spool of thread and needle in the snow next to him. His face hurts… his head hurts.

He’s so hungry.

He only moves when the numbness settles completely. When the world feels like little more than a fuzzy dream…nightmare.

The sheet of ice in front of him answers his questions. He doesn’t…feel anything. He thinks he should but there’s no time for that. No energy.

His face is wet with his own blood,both from his torn lid of his empty socket and the gore of his scalp.

He thinks it should hurt when he sees his reflection, that it does, but he’s too cold, too hungry, too exhausted to feel it. He both recognizes himself and doesn’t.

He doesn’t understand.

But he can’t stay here.

His cold hand trembles in exhaustion when he takes up the needle and spool of thread for makeshift stitches. The reflective ice makes a decent enough mirror while he sews himself back together.

His hands pause at his eye, the fresh thread already pulling at his skin, too thin to not cut into it.

Why…

Where is his eye?

[smokbeast]

Allot of goodies of kelek, scar and stone for my bubdy @skelekins I love all your lil fellers and YOU SM CHECK HIS BLOG OUT RIGHT NYAOOOWWW

[didderd]

lil doodle dump of Nimh, my sona as a dust. (the bottom two doodles are before and after he's allowed comfort.)

they have some lore. not just your typical dust. long lore ramble under cut. (tw: murder. death. manipulation. abuse.)

i figured Gooper would take a lot to become like dust sans, and so they needed a more fucked up backstory.

so normal Gooper. who is from a Fell au. lost their parents at a young age. their parents were taken by the au's Gaster. as shapeshifters, they have a unique set of abilities, and Gaster found interest in that. and as the mad scientist that he is, took them to conduct experiments, hoping to use them for something. but they didn't survive the experiments.

in this timeline/au, some time after, Gooper was found and taken too. they survived the initial experiments, and after Gaster figured he couldn't do what he wanted/he already got that, he decided to continue to make use of them and make them a weapon, making them a royal guard's person.

Gaster made him keep a skeleton form for his neutral form. his excuse being that it's easier to explain to others that he's a relative. but really he just wanted that control over his shifting, and for his 'work' to resemble him. and even now that Nimh's not controlled by him, he has a hard time trying to shift to a different neutral form, out of fear of punishment.

instead of being scattered to the void/code, this Gaster became a fell G!Sans. i'm not sure how, since i don't know the lore behind G!Sans.. but. yeah. things only got worse for Nimh after that. and it might'v even been when G decided to turn him into a weapon.

they still have the glowing crystal necklace that Gooper wears, which i decided was infused with their parents' magic. but. G broke it. and it lost the magic. it doesn't glow anymore, and they don't wear it. but they keep it close. they also have a scrap of paper with their parents' names on it. ripped carefully from paper records of their parents' experiments. in case they forget.

so when the human came around, Nimh was put on the task of dealing with them. their memory of each reset slowly got better, from deja vu, to remembering everything. and as they started to remember every failure at killing them, and every painful death by the hands of the homicidal child, they started to lose it... more than they already had. G would'v already been feeding him LV, handing him monsters he has to kill to get stronger, and they started taking more outside of that till they were killing everyone. including G. once they realized that's an option and how to do it. which they found great satisfaction in every time. for all the things he put them through.

eventually, like dust sans, the human gives up, and Nimh is left in an empty underground.

but dw. he is eventually picked up by a goopy demigod and allowed a chance to heal. :3

[vintagerpg]

This is Ringlerun, the good wizard, from the 1983 LJN Dungeons & Dragons toy line and the closest thing I’ve got to a Santa Claus toy. He’s the second bald, bearded action figure in the line, along with the evil sorcerer Kelek.

Ringlerun is one of the handful of LJN toys with cloth clothing. He’s also one of the few that appear regularly in other merchandise like story books and those play-and-read records I posted a while back. And, you might be surprised to learn (I was certainly surprised when I realized) that he’s a pretty famous cover boy, fronting the 1983 orange spine Players Handbook in a painting by Jeff Easley.