#crimson warrior

[egophiliac]

Hello ! I positively adore the running joke of Idia unknowingly finding Lilia to be the coolest guy ever whenever he doesn't know it's him, like when Silver described his father, or obviously with muscle red. I can't say what'd be funnier, Idia finding out his online best friend is actually Lilia, resident spooky hyper fairy; or them both never finding out, and it'd become even more ridiculous as time goes on. How do you think it'll play out ? You're always so on point

(Also, though it makes sense, I'm still devastated bat boy didn't get a ticket for the Halloween skeleton train : ( does anyone mentions him at some point ? Like how he'd have fit right in with all those Halloween town little freaks, and how he'd have impressed them with his spooks and scared techniques; after all he's been every Briar Valley's children worst fear on Halloween for centuries. I'm on the eng server and I didn't wanna spoil myself by watching the whole thing on youtube)

Have a nice day !

you and me both, Idia and Lilia being oblivious online BFFs (+ Idia being incredibly intimidated any time Silver brings up his jock gamer dad) is my favorite running joke/subplot. 🤝 it's SO good, to the point where I also am unsure if I actually want it to ever be resolved or not...maybe, like, as a post-canon stinger or something? everyone's standing around covered in overblot ink, and Idia and Lilia's phones go off at the same time...

(legit I do think this is part of why Idia couldn't be present for Lilia's dream, because for some reason Lilia decided he was going to just. embody his past self online. he probably quotes his own battle strategies or whatever in the middle of boss fights. Idia didn't pick up on the whole "oh how weird that we both live on a super remote island" thing, but he would spend thirty seconds listening to General Lilia describing siege warfare and be like "w-wait")

all that aside, however it does end up happening, I do see Lilia being very blasé and all "oh! cool!" about it. y'know, taking it very much in stride! and Idia...very much not.

(can't tell if tumblr is going to chew this into illegibility or not, this will be a fun surprise ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)

as for Lilia sadly missing out on Halloweentown shenanigans...he does get one little mention as part of an offhand reference to the light music club, but so far no one has brought up how this basically is just Lost In the Book of Liliatown (Sebek's been too busy yelling about not getting to be in the same group as Malleus). 😔 honestly though, it's probably for the best that he got left out, because he would just settle right in and refuse to ever leave. canon would shatter. we would miss out on all the delightful angst of episode 7 because Lilia is too busy eating poisonous shrubbery inbetween practicing his very best screams, and no one can pull him away from it.

(I can hope for a sequel next year though...)

[digi-lov]

Gallantmon Crimson Mode EX2-073 Alternative Art by sasasi from EX-02 Theme Booster Digital Hazard

[dustteller]

The maybe-sorta-not-really-almost blowjob scene, because I don't think I've drawn them together before and this is probably the best place to start.

(Tumblr ate my quality :( pls click to rescue it)

[sculptorofcrimson]

Tyrant’s Lullaby

Once upon a time, there was a glorious, terrible man. He built horrors. He built wonders. He brought monsters up from the deep. He took a child from the arms of a horrified, weeping family, and raised him not as a boy but as a general. He took a child and ruined his future, He took a child and made him a king, a pet, a dog. He marched armies over the face of the ravaged earth, and trampled all that did not kneel before the weight of the storm. He burned tundras to ash and shook the mountains until they crumbled, He boiled the seas to mist and the skies to charcoal. And when the scouring was done, and the earth was entombed in ashes, He turned His dreaming, endless glare upon His own. 

He strangled the thunder that had bore Him a throne, He sent the golden, the children stolen from their cradles, to plunge down long knives into turned backs raised so fervently before His regard. With their blood they had built Him a kingdom, and with their bones He crowned Himself a throne. And when Terra knelt, cowed, battered, in awe and in fear, He turned His gaze skywards.

And the stars felt His benevolent wrath. 

He bore twenty sons, two of them sacrificed, and He unleashed them upon the earth, the skies, the stars. They hunted for Him, they loved Him, they adored Him, yet some had strayed too far from His light, some had gazed upon the man that would be a god with sullen, hungry eyes, doing His bidding, and knowing His wrath. They are those who were there when affection curdled to treachery.

There was no peace among the stars, no mercy, no rest, simply a slow, heartless drowning as the gold claimed them limb by limb, inch by inch, and swallowed them into the endless light. 

And then war. Treachery, when the stars themselves were swallowed. When brother turned against brother, and father against son. When the Phoenix cleaved the Gorgon’s head from his shoulders, and the Immortal bashed in the Haunter with a hammer, when the Angel fell to the Traitor and He stained the Palace’s stones red with His son’s blood. When Horus burned, when the Angel shed his wings and the golden were shattered upon the anvil of betrayal, the Father fell to His son. 

He was buried upon a rotting throne, screaming hollowly into the fading dark, the stars basking in His rage, His pity and His wrath. He was buried alive in a tomb made from gold, ashen bones ruling a decaying kingdom from the grave, dreaming forever of brighter days. Dreaming of His sons, and how He betrayed them first, how they betrayed Him, how they abandoned His bones. And finally could the golden rest, bathed in the heart of their greatest shame, enshrining the decaying dust of a master they had failed, in an empire He had forsaken. 

That man was the Emperor. That corpse is the Emperor, golden, glorious, and decaying just like the slaves.

Do not think your bones different from a slave's. When you rot, your corpse will be indistinguishable from those of your servants.

[froggo-tea]

Mostly crimson nails plus dream warrior cozy doodles!! Why do I like them so much?? Idk honestly I just do lol (probably because the whole found family thing)

[lunarfeat21]

Which fleet you rather stay with? Terror Zero Five or Star Killer Seven? Regardless, they keep you captive against your will (after they find your unconcious body on top of drift wood out at sea).

This was originally be a cursed doodle dump, but I'm in a creepy (and platonic yandere) mood so yeah

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And also, quick note, you can immediately tell that Zebedee is the only one that doesn't have those pin pricks eyes, this is an indication that he's really not that crazy unlike the rest of the two fleets. Could he help you to get out and send you back home? Possibly, yet again, it was maybe a facade. How scandalous...

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I could make this into two formats, but worse? (ft blood). Idk help me make captions.

[birgittesilverbae]

You need a lesson in Camaraderie.

SISTERS CRIMSON & CAMILA & BEATRICE

WARRIOR NUN (2020-2022) || 1x07

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Me: Why don’t I ever tag my polls as polls so I can find them more easily. 🙄

Abel, stuffing polls under a blanket: Perhaps you shouldn’t do any more polls, then.

Me: <.<

Abel: >.>

The blanket: *muffled yelling from multiple blorbos*

[robertfripp]

The Warriors, featuring Jon Anderson and Ian Wallace

[snapmite1998]

"We are brothers. The true Lords of the Sith."

The Sith Triumvirate: Darth Maul, Savage Opress, and Feral Opress

The Sith Triumvirate, comprised of Darth Maul and his brothers, Savage Opress and Feral Opress, represents a convergence of raw power, strategic cunning, and dark side mastery. Bound by blood and ambition, these three Sith Lords form a formidable alliance that seeks to dominate the galaxy and bring the Sith back to ultimate supremacy. Each brother, with his unique set of abilities and roles, contributes to their collective vision of destruction and domination, making them an almost unstoppable force.

1. Darth Maul: The Apex Predator and Strategic Mastermind

Role and Responsibilities:

- Leader and Visionary: Darth Maul is the central figure of the Triumvirate. His vision of Sith domination drives their collective ambitions. As the leader, he makes the strategic decisions that guide their actions.

- Master of the Dark Side: Skilled in Sith alchemy, dark side sorcery, and advanced lightsaber combat, Maul’s connection to the dark side is profound. He combines physical prowess with a keen strategic mind, making him a versatile and deadly opponent.

- Command of Crimson Dawn: Maul oversees Crimson Dawn’s operations, leveraging the resources and manpower of the underworld to fortify their position and execute complex operations.

Abilities:

- Lightsaber Mastery: Maul is renowned for his proficiency with a double-bladed lightsaber, single blade, or wielding both his Sith weapon and the Darksaber showcase his capability of fighting multiple opponents with unparalleled efficiency.

- Tactical Brilliance: His strategic acumen allows him to outmaneuver and outthink his enemies, orchestrating large-scale operations that result in significant victories.

- Dark Side Mastery: Maul’s deep understanding of the dark side augments his physical abilities, giving him enhanced strength, agility, and endurance.

2. Savage Opress: The Berserker and Enforcer

Role and Responsibilities:

- Frontline Enforcer: Savage Opress serves as the brute force of the Triumvirate, often leading charges and engaging in frontline combat. His overwhelming strength and formidable combat skills make him a fearsome warrior.

- Protector and Executor: Savage guards his brothers, particularly Maul, ensuring their safety in the midst of battle. He also carries out Maul’s orders with unwavering loyalty, striking fear into the hearts of their enemies. He carries out executions with pleasure, his lust for murder unlike any Sith that has come before.

Abilities:

- Giant Physique and Enhanced Strength: Savage’s immense size and strength, amplified by dark side enhancements, make him capable of overpowering opponents with raw force.

- Weapon Proficiency: Though often seen with a lightsaber, Savage is versatile and skilled with a variety of weapons, making him adaptable in combat.

- Rage-fueled Power: Savage taps into his rage to fuel his dark side abilities, increasing his strength and resilience during combat.

3. Feral Opress: The Silent Shadow and Assassin

Role and Responsibilities:

- Shadow and Assassin: Feral specializes in stealth operations, often acting as the Triumvirate’s assassin. His agility and ability to move undetected make him perfect for covert missions and surprise attacks.

- Scout and Intelligence Gatherer: Feral provides crucial reconnaissance, gathering intelligence that informs their strategies and operations.

- Redemption Seeker: Feral’s personal journey from weakness to strength drives him to prove his worth to his brothers and the Sith legacy.

Abilities:

- Dual Crimson Lightsabers: Feral wields two crimson lightsabers with exceptional skill, enabling him to engage multiple foes with rapid and precise strikes.

- Stealth and Agility: Feral’s training emphasizes stealth and agility, allowing him to move like a shadow and strike without warning.

- Dark Side Resurrection: Resurrected by Mother Talzin, Feral possesses unique dark side enhancements that bolster his physical capabilities and resilience.

Collective Strength and Strategy

1. Unified Vision and Leadership

- Shared Ambition: The Triumvirate is bound by a unified vision of Sith domination and personal vengeance against those who have wronged them. This shared ambition strengthens their resolve and focus.

- Coordinated Strategy: Under Maul’s leadership, the Triumvirate operates with strategic precision. Each brother’s abilities and roles are integrated into a cohesive plan that maximizes their effectiveness in various operations.

2. Combined Combat Prowess

- Tactical Versatility: The distinct combat styles of Maul, Savage, and Feral allow them to handle a wide array of situations, from large-scale battles to stealth missions and one-on-one duels.

- Synergy in Battle: When fighting together, the brothers form a lethal team. Maul’s strategic oversight, Savage’s raw power, and Feral’s agility create a dynamic and adaptable force.

3. Fear and Influence

- Imposing Presence: The combined presence of the Triumvirate projects an aura of fear and inevitability. Their exploits and victories solidify their reputation as nearly unstoppable warriors deeply connected to the dark side.

- Influence over Followers: Their command over Crimson Dawn and allied forces is strengthened by their fearsome reputation. Followers and allies are inspired by their power and ruthlessly efficient leadership.

Impact on the Galactic Conflict

1. Orchestrating Chaos

- Destabilizing the Republic: Through coordinated attacks and strategic planning, the Triumvirate aims to destabilize the Republic, targeting key infrastructure and sapping the resolve of its defenders.

- Undermining the Jedi: Maul’s personal vendetta against the Galactic Republic and Jedi Order, particularly Obi-Wan Kenobi, drives many of their operations, seeking to break his enemy's strength and influence across the galaxy.

2. Expanding Dominance

- Territorial Expansion: The Triumvirate oversees the expansion of Crimson Dawn’s influence, capturing vital territories and establishing control over key trade routes and supply lines.

- Conquests and Alliances: By forging alliances with other criminal organizations and leveraging their military might, the Triumvirate expands their reach and power within the galaxy.

Conclusion

The Sith Triumvirate, composed of Darth Maul, Savage Opress, and Feral Opress, represents the epitome of dark side mastery, strategic brilliance, and raw combat power. Each brother brings unique strengths to their alliance, making them an almost invincible force dedicated to Sith supremacy and vengeance.

As they continue their campaign to bring down the Republic and the Jedi Order, the galaxy trembles at the mere mention of their names. Their unity, driven by blood ties and shared ambition, ensures that their influence grows ever stronger, promising a future where the Sith and Dathomir reign supreme, and their enemies are left in ruins.

[zeroshine]

DRDD AU Body/Races Headcanons/Redsigns

@mully-dolly I want to know who's your favorite in the bunch I did ???

I tried not change a lot of the characters but some needed some changes but I hope you love them like I do.

+you can change any you don't like if you want (about the races)

[biggestpball]

hk doodles

[digi-lov]

Gallantmon Crimson Mode EX2-073 by Tonamikanji from EX-02 Theme Booster Digital Hazard

[halcyon-girls]

Warrior Nun Season 1 Tarot Cards

[sculptorofcrimson]

Without Him

The Custodes, the perfect and the golden, aren’t they just beautiful? 

Aren’t they just a horrifying, broken concept to hyperfixate on?

Brought to life by the breathe of a half-god, created for nothing but the weight of your duty and knowing nothing but adoration for the Emperor, feeling nothing but overwhelming obedience when you gaze upon Him, and nothing but lasting emptiness when you gaze inside. He walks among you, He orders and commands and you obey, all is well, all is as it should you, with the servants plodding along the Master’s orders. Obeying His every whims, all is well, all is right. 

You are perfect. You are golden. You are glorious and you are hollow and you are filled with nothing but the shadow of His glory. The truth lies as barren as snowbeaten rock. He hollowed you out, and now He shall breathe life into your senseless corpse. What are you? What are you but the dregs of His dream? What are you without His last dying gasp rattling through your bones? 

Do you even have a will? Are you even human anymore - less- are you even living, when life itself has been drained of all honor? What are you, when you can’t even dream for yourself? What have you for ambition, when you cannot even fathom a dream? 

And the bite of betrayal. The cracklings of heresy. You are broken. You are hollow. You are imperfect. You have failed. The truth lies as barren as flesh flayed bone. The first, unhidden, beautiful, horrifying breath of freedom, the first tears to fall as you screamed for a dead master. As He fell, as you failed, as He died. The first breaking of the cycle. A servant without a master, a perfect creation out of tune, with its core snapped out, its tubes cracked, its broken machinery on display. The Throne is hollow now. The Palace is empty. The Master’s house has been broken by the Master’s tools. 

You have failed. You have failed Him. You have forsaken your duty. 

You have broken your oaths.

What does it feel like, to dream? To dream in the shadow of obedience? To dream as the Thunder Legionnes Primarch dreamed so long ago, to dream as the High Lord dreamt so long ago, to dream as the Astartes once dreamt before you snuffed them out? What does it even feel like, to hurt, to pain, to suffer for anyone else? What does it even feel like to mourn, captain-general? Can you even remember?

The truth lies as hollow as your king’s decaying bones. How fragile. How despicable. Decaying. Covered in dust. Ruined. Broken and abused. Would you wish to dream? Do you wish to embrace what it feels like to be flawed again, to know how to live, if even it was for a moment, in a flare of agony from death to death, siphoning and leeching scant moments of humanity from the haft of the Apollonian Spear as you taste the lie seeping out of broken limbs? Feeling the last sediments of agony, of sensation, slipping through a sinking mind mired in ash, seeing the moments of another worthless man’s life flash through your hollow mind, filling you with memories that were never yours and could never be, watching what have been robbed, stolen, forever lost to you now? And just what perversion of a dream is that, Constantin Valdor? 

Would you have taken the bargain, if you had know the price?

Do you even care anymore? 

Damned together now. Damned together in failure. You failed Him, and He died. He died, and you failed. You left Him behind when He fell and you didn’t, when you failed to trade your life for His as any loyal servant should have. In that, you were broken, and He abandoned you when He died ten thousand years ago. The grieving remnants of your Order was left behind, their silence as fragile as a wailing beast’s grovellings, and you left them. Those servants, who were made to love Him, who never knew if He loved them back yet ached for it. The oldest bond between Master and Slave, now broken. 

(Is there forgiveness? Can there ever be atonement for the crime of your failure?)

Do you ever wonder anymore, in the absence of His light? Do you ever, tentatively at first, retracing memories He wiped out, a mind too ravaged to even pain exploring a past He burned to oblivion, wondering what you were, wondering what you could’ve been. Reliving memories with perfect recall yet broken understanding, those conversations with the Cataegis, the screams in the frost, the simple horror of the betrayal. Do you resent them, for being what you could not? For having what you, and your brethren, in all their perfection, could never achieve? Did you even have the privilege of knowing resentment?

Do you hate them for being better at living, at being human, instead of eking out an existence without substance, an immortality without life? Do you hate the way they looked up in reverence, do you loathe their conviction, their justice, the way they trusted so blindly in their own foolish, naive, ignorant, human way, when they loved Him, and felt His wrath? 

The Primarchs you sentenced to death on Ararat. They looked at you with such hollowness burned into their gaze, knowing they’re here to be slain, knowing you’re here to kill them, knowing they - the Judas lamb - had led their troops here to die and be slaughtered. Do you resent them too? Can you know resentment? Some had fought against you. Some had raged, screamed against the dying of the light. One, even, had escaped. But the worst just looked on, with those sickeningly human eyes, in simple, broken and numb horror as their world dissolved, as they cried out for unity and heard the blade fall. Do you resent them too? Do you resent them, for you could never resent what you’ve done, for He would not let you? 

(A tool that loathes its own sacrifice is no tool at all. You may not love the slaughter, but you no longer have the right to hate it. Kill for Him. Kill for Him, it is what good hunting hounds do.)

Do you even regret the bones upon the snow? 

You failed. And the brokenness will never leave.

Do you even know hate anymore? Can you even hate anymore? Has that too been eroded? Do you hate for Him, do you hate what you have accomplished, do you hate the man you could have been but never was? For he could have been a better servant, a better man, a better captain-general, if only He had given him the right to dream? 

You failed. You failed, and now the leash you’ve lived under for so long is broken, the chains are shattered, the Order has crumbled into ruins. They live on, but how could the body do any more than endure when its heart - its mind - has been ruptured, its primal arteries torn away, left with nothing else than to preserve its bones for eternity? 

What of your lost brothers? Do you ever wonder what they could have been, if you had not fetched them from weeping mothers and brought them before your lord to be turned into His tools? Do you regret? Have you ever cared at all?

You are perfect. You are broken. You are the Custodes, and ten thousand years ago you failed. Your brethren failed the Emperor. You were built to serve a god, not until even you die, but until even eternity burns out, until the foundations of civilization crumble, and kings and emperors decay. You were perfect, once, but there was a flaw in His design. He could not have tolerated true perfection, if not for His own. He does not err, He desecrates, as He has desecrated the holy texts when He built His angels. 

You are not perfect. He built you to be flawed. He built you without a dream, without even a mind of your own, without even the will to question or care, without even the hate to ponder and rage against such a cruel existence. He built you without pain, without even loss, with nothing but an eternity of trudging onwards for scraps of His love. 

But what happens now? What happens now when you have failed so utterly in your duty? What happens now when His love is no more, but your obsession no less painful, your existence no less empty? What happens now when the part He ripped away and replaced with Himself is hollowed out again, when nothing is left behind but a gaping wound where a heart once was? What happens now, when the servants no longer have a king?

[froggo-tea]

SUP MY BUDS I RANDOMLY DID THIS AND I THINK IT LOOKS CUTE!!! SO HAVE A COZY DRAWING OF THE DREAM WARRIORS JUST BEING THE LOVING FOUND FAMILY THEY ARE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!

I’m not much for digital art but damn this looks good!