#adventure time the empress

[multiversal-madness]

More Centaur Time doodles because drawing them is fun :3 this time with some Fionna and Cake Simon and Cake.

For the new characters: Huntress wizard is a wolf, King of Ooo is a ‘unicorn’ (horse with a taped on horn) and the Empress is a snake/naga.

Previous doodles (1/2)

[a-vampire-culturelover]

As Time Goes On- Chapter 1

Empress never sought out the prospect of leading a cult at first. When she had first awoken from that horribly cramped cryo-pod with the Vault devoid of any people or worse her own mother, she had initially mourned, believing her to be dead. She had tried to convince herself that it would be ok, and that there may be a chance her mother was alive despite the devestated lands outside.

It wasn’t until 3 months had passed that she gave up on that hope.

In the months towards her awakening, she had discovered the remains of her old gated community. Some people, by a miracle, had stayed alive and ended up with descendants or managed to leave other vaults and ended up in the area. The existence of ghouls, while there, was exceeded by that of people desperate for survival, like Rosita herself.

When she first left the vault, fears arose about whether or not the people outside would be willing to even accept her, the idea her mother died at their hands not alien to her. Killing her first ghoul in the open, the blood staining her as if she was a feral beast akin to that of the corpse below her, made her feel better in some horrible way.

of course, this and the crowds awe and murmurs led her to realize another aspect of her centuries long frosty nap:

Her ears and canines had elongated, for whatever reason, due to experiments conducted on her and the genes of others in the cryopods before the vault fell to ruin. She had not realized her pale complexion and added features would lead those who witnessed her beating of a ghoul to believe she was, in their eyes, a vampire.

Suddenly, it was as if any sanity the survivors had slipped away, praising her and devoting themselves to her, perceiving that if a vampire, an “allegedly immortal creature”, from before the war and the bombs went off survived such a horrific future, then perhaps they could to. It gave them hope.

And in a way it gave Rosita hope. Well, by that point her name was more so “Empress” by then. They’d crowned her such and came to her for everything, seeking refuge in a vault long left locked from the outside world. Empress wasn’t.. sure exactly that she could bear to see what the world went to outside of it though, her childhood home’s crumbled and overgrown remains too much to handle the sight of. Instead, her and her newfound cult had taken refuge in the vault and what remained of it and its resources. Many adopted a “Kill or be killed” mentality under her, something that as years went on she encouraged, if only to further the appearance of what she claimed to be. Obviously she had no taste for blood, any vampire that lived this long would have starved or died from the radiation coursing through every creature on the surface by now. A simple “Oh I don’t drink wine” would do and they’d leave her be, to dine on rations that had been given to her by those who insisted on living off of blood for real.

Then again they usually keeled over by a month.

Empress, despite her reluctancy and wishes for things to go back to what they were, had found solace in her new life, her new identity.

By her 34th birthday however..

_ _

It had started with a dead Rad-Sheep. Not much at the time aside from wasted meat. The notes of blood loss were unsettling but with the nature of Empress and her followers, it was just seen as eccentricity.

If only Empress had seen the signs. The signs of hissing beasts and eyes in the dark, glowing from the years of radiation in their blood. The very radiation they had came to worship.

How was she supposed to know Vampires had became real in the Wastelands of the world before?

_ _

“My Empress?”

“What is it now?” She had scoffed, she hated being interrupted when watching her shows. To the surprise of her own, the seemingly dead tvs were not quite dead in the vault, and out of a need for power had tricked her followers into routing enough power to one in her own room, the “Mother’s Den” as her followers called it. Many thought she was committing sorcery, or better yet figuring out what to do about the bloodless bodies not of any cultist’s doing around the refuge.

In truth, she was merely watching the same cowboy shows of America’s former glory prior to the Wars and Vaults. Old habits died hard after all.

“Well erm.. it’s just that many are getting concerned the number of people disappearing in our ranks. The people are beginning to worry and we’ve all assumed that you’ve been working a way to save us, our Empress.” Her most loyal follower had bowed. She didn’t like him much, so pushy when no one was around. Why she didn’t just kill him she didn’t know, but maybe that was because he was so loyal to her, indispensable despite his annoying personality.

“Tell my subjects that I am.. working on something.”

“And that is??” He questioned, before she gave him a glare of her angry red eyes. At least those helped sell the image of a vampire to her followers. Immediately, he had left apologizing deeply, closing her Den’s door as she continued looking desperately at the burning screen, cowboys and guns ablazing. It was astounding how she moved hated cowboy things as a child. Yet by her teens it was all she could enjoy, with her mothers depressed state and well.

She’d rather never think of her father again.

It was hours before she heard the screams. Crunching, splattering, the gurgles of a broken neck gushing blood.

Was it just her, or was ignoring it getting harder?

The suddenly quiet halls unnerved her, especially after stepping out to see some of her more innocent followers strewn across the Vault Halls, blood not wasted as chittering from further down grew louder.

“Squirming, bleeding, crying, screaming!”

“Back off sister, it’s my prey!”

“You always hog the fun ones though. Let me eat this one, I like the funny way its eyes squirm for help!”

Voices grew louder, two to be precise. Using an old flashlight she kept on hand, it was gut wrenching to see true bloodshed as she saw two figures, humanoid yet devoid of humanity, digging into one of her followers, light reflecting off of their eyes, scraggly and most definetely not friendly.

Empress didn’t know how long she ran, how long she kept to herself crying in her room, if she had even locked the door to her Den. As she fainted from the tears, she hoped if this really was the end, her mother would be on the other side.

[hunsimonbrainrot]

Fionnaworld’s version of the empress.

[kitschky]

a lil simon petrikov / adventure time animation i've had cooking for a while!! this is partly a tribute to his character and partly a tribute to me at 13 (who was in love with him)

[sabertoothwalrus]

this was such an insane lore drop that they never revisited. tell us more about simon's servent era

[neonross]

guys hear me out on them-

also bonus-

hot ppl always get angst

[emositecc]

Random comic stuff

[gglloooopp]

[theizzizzy]

Adventure Time Swap of a Swap au go brrrrr

Bonus huge photo of Sparkla

[adventure-time-news]

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Some old production art from Adventure Time storyboard artist Tom Herpich, including some never-seen-before plot details and designs from one of the abandoned movie projects!

The movie would have featured three crash-landed aliens who trick Finn into thinking they’re gods and make him their servant.

[6blackfilin9]

🎵 Йорш - "Шрамы"

🎵 Poets of the Fall - "Passion colors everything"

[a-vampire-culturelover]

As time goes on- An Adventure time Fallout Au starring the vamps

Prologue:

Rosita was very young when the Sino-American War started. She was, of course, lucky to be in the upper class as her father was an prestiged member of Vault/Tec’s researchers. Like many young children, she too was convinced her father was a good man working for the good of the country.

At least until he stopped coming home for dinner, or at all for that matter. Her mother was more distant as the years went on and she could only watch as what little of their family was left crumbled. Despite her father still shilling them large amounts of money from his position, it was clear he could care less for them.

Of course when rumors of Nuclear war ran amok in Rosita’s gated community, everyone panicked to buy their way into a shelter, lapping up the food that Vault-Tec’s hands were feeding them. Her birthdays passed by with more fear than happiness, spent trying to comfort her mother over the possibility of dying and being left to rot by their father. Then again, hadn’t he done so already.

A year after her 18th birthday, the day that the Bombs went off, it was a surprise when they found their father had allowed them to pass into one of the Vaults of their community. It was merely an obligation though. There wasn’t any concern or love from it, just a necessity. Rosita learned that the hard way. The Vault’s, as much as they were advertised as paradise, were nothing like her father had promised her and her mother. Crowded, stupid jumpsuits, and the rumor spreading that Vaults picked people to date rather than allowing choice.

she hated every second of it. She missed her friends, or what little she had at the time, her pets that weren’t allowed in the vault, and grew to despise that little mascot on the soda machines frequently found around the labyrinth under the ground.

It wasn’t much of a surprise to her by now that her father signed up Rosita and her mother to be guinea pigs for the Vault’s cryogenic experiments. Tests had been run and were deemed (mostly) safe, and by now she was numb to it. Time had went on, simply put. It almost felt like dying in the snow when she was shoved in that stupid pod.

She couldn’t decipher how long it had been, a brief moment of clarity before falling back asleep, only to be met moments later by being forcefully ejected.

Her mother, unlike the other candidates that had died and been frozen like commercial dinners, nowhere to be found.

The vault, for years after their freezing, had been abandoned. Why, she wasn’t sure, but she was more concerned about her mother.

Desperately she had left the vault and, despite her own concerns, radiation had died down by a lot since first entering the vault. It wasn’t actually that bad, at least not as nauseating.

She never expected to become a Cult leader, let alone mistaken for some kind of irradiated vampire by her acclaimed peons.

The Empress they called her. She had grown to admire it, her power, her status, not anything like the kind she had as the daughter of a rich Vault-Tec researcher.

If only she knew that unforeseen comrades would set her back on the path of finding her mother.

[egosarchive]

He was happier back then, you know…

When he was serving me

(Alt version below)

[comparativetarot]

The Empress. Art by drbutler.

[morrigan-sims]

Fashion Fit for an Empress

I saw the 5th dress in my game while trying to dress another sim and immediately dropped everything to put it on her. And then things spiraled a little bit, and she ended up with 12 new outfits.

[emositecc]

Probably exes, probably kissed, definitely abusive relationship