Prodigious Dreams

Greetings, to the Dismalia Writer Blog. Passions and obsessions: Grim Fantasy, weird fiction, sword & sorcery, monstrous demons, mythology, writing, philosophy, literature, comics, magic and roleplaying. You may find some writings of my project, DISMALIA; but mostly inspiration and aesthetic posts. As well as some drawing. Not afraid to have a nice chat. Enjoy your stay :- ) https://marlutte.itch.io/ https://www.patreon.com/dismalia https://twitter.com/Marlutte1

[kruzidula]

A jeweled monitor

[marlutterianae]

DISMALIA WILD HUNTS - Book Release!

In a planet similar to ours, yet diverging severely on the accelerated evolution of its sentient beings a question prevails. Built on fertile soil and the ruins of an ancient civilization is the grand Empire of Dorok, in its totalitarian governance that mitigates the ever increasing population by throwing ordinary, innocent citizens into theatric trials and sentencing them to Exile, so they fill the ranks of Demon Slayers in the Dorokian penal colony of DISMALIA. One way or another, they are savage killers. Aptly so, for they stand against the scores of Demons materializing not from the dark underbellies of Gehenna, Hades or some Chthonic Hell, but from the soul storms of the Nightmare Above, coagulating in the cosmos in swollen gas giants and rapacious, nefarious nebulae. Demonic bodily fluids can be extracted and processed into magical Elixirs that grant immense power at the cost of developing dependency, which, if not satiated, results in mortal withdrawal. The Slayers and the Demons move against each other through deadly mutual dependency, endlessly vigilant of this frontier that exists in the fringes of a metaphysical metamorphosis. This is the Eternal Hunt. A novelistic anthology inspired heavily by sword & sorcery, pulp weird fiction and monster hunting. Five Stories. Five Demons to hunt. Five tales of terror and wonder. The baneful eye of nightmare stared back at him, slicing his body with a fear from above. It offered no answer, leaving only the mournful cries of demons and struggling hunters. The unrelenting doubt remains... Why do we hunt Demons? . . . Now available both Digitally and Physically! To obtain a copy, you can contact me directly through messages or request other socials. Main DISMALIA Webpage Hub still on the making. You can learn more from these links. https://linktr.ee/dismaliazone

Cover Art by Eliz_Bee. https://bsky.app/profile/elizbee.bsky.social Back Cover Art by @cubicskull BoxHead. https://bsky.app/profile/cubicskull.bsky.social https://x.com/cubic_skull

DISMALIA WILD HUNTS by DISMALIA

Novelistic anthology inspired heavily by sword & sorcery, pulp weird fiction and monster hunting in roleplaying games.

[theultimatecraneo]

Doom 64 Gore Nest/"Nestor", WIP test anim, haven't tested the death anim yet but the idle looks good enough. uses the same palette as the Doom 64 Caco. Credits: Noiser/Phobos867, Franco Tieppo, Midway, Craneo (me)

[marlutterianae]

Anatomy of the Butcher of Phobos, emerging from the Abyssal Void.

The disgraced Rokyu bedecks himself in the flayed flesh of slain Demons, incarnating the bestial brutality of their chimeric ferocity, remarked by veterans of the eternal hunt as a virtuous vivisector capable of melding perfectly amidst Pandemonium like a brooding revenant in perfect stealth, imperceivable by the concealment of his human essence beneath layers of cadaveric Demon matter.

"Second skin, dermic patchwork, thirsting tissue, voracious parasite". Declared the Butcher upon sliding down his bone mask, knives drawn and eyes glowing, striding into the dismal cavern with a stealthy but steadily firm step. Upon glancing at a trio of Ghoulish Grotesques at a corner feasting on a pile of Matter rooted to the damp corner, the spilled blood agglutinating on the rocky tiles to form a Portal Puddle.

"Done, alright". Stated through gritted teeth, taking a hunched skulked position against the wall as his silhouette melded with the fog of war prevailing in the dimly lit grotto.

"Their pelts will form the fine patchwork for the dermic suit". A field of limbless Grotesques and amputated appendages lies before him, twitchingly crawling towards their owners in an attempt to rejoin them with no avail, for their regeneration was severed impeccably by the Rokyu's hunting cleavers. Handled with dexterous care to break their gnarly joints and stuffing them in jars filled with a solution that delayed their regenerative potential, essential for the transportation of gory goods back for trading with the Magal alchemists back at Phobos.

Bosco stealthily skulks beneath the shadow of the mountainous Praetoria, infusing her veins with a cocktail of volatile Elixirs concocted in the moment with the artificial organs in his Meatsuit, from Choleric power pills to regenerative Sanguine ichor, tactically adapting to the increment of hostility from the Demons in this gauntlet; leaving in the wake of her wrathful onslaught a trail of limbless Demons and amputated appendages desperately seeking their respective original bodies, before being collected by the Rokyu huntsman.

By Isaiah Worrington (cyberdreamsss). https://x.com/cyberdreamsss

[nedtheknight]

Wyrm Knight, Servant of Ash

[marlutterianae]

The Hellish Knight solemnly compels you to an honorable duel in front of the blast

A Knightly Demon cladded in an osseous armor carapace, hunting for powerful Slayers to fights with no sense of self preservation. In the depths of the seething fleshy fissures of Ouroborea; where the fumes of fetid undying monstrous meats arise like miasmic blight from the underworld, dungeons of terror are carved out of a titanic corpse amalgamated with the landmass to form a baneful biome. It is here that a freshly knighted Horned Eye Battle Behemoth is bestowed the duty of patrolling these Demonic Domains, emboldened by the burning blood of its Regal Baron, bound to serve its commands until its core ceases to pulsate.

Emerging from the ashen veils of the charred husk of a world where demoniac magic is rampant, the Horned Eye Demon brandishes an osseous cleaver carved out of an unknowable colossal titan of Ouroborea, drawing its own verdant blood as it ignites upon being exposed to the hellish heat around it, conjuring baneful smokeless flames that anoint the blade and crown the fiend with a fiery halo.

Maintaining the wound of its index claw opened as it points towards an unknown opponent, the sound of crushed stones echoing as its mandibles move and the telepathic message is transmitted into the mind of the Slayer that sought this demonic champion after a somber walk across the Dismalia Frontier. Unknown to us, for now.

Prevalence of desolation in these forsaken demonic domains did not filled the heart of the Hunter with dread but pride instead, as these were the ruinous remains of the collapsed forces that this Hell Knight once marched along with, and the ancestors of the Slayer had decimated long ago.

Slain, butchered, processed and consume in the form of distilled Elixirs. Their essence flowing in the blood of this Hunter, craving more now that these Horned Eyes have become exotic rarities.

. . .

Art by @cubicskull / BoxHead. https://bsky.app/profile/cubicskull.bsky.social

[gnarlyghost]

Security detail for some bigwig from the House of the Worm

[marlutterianae]

Holy Horned Huntress, Dorris of the Radiant Church...

Blasting blazing blood bullets against the ferocious Chimeric Conqueror Samiginus Samigila. On the hunt at the Maze of ITH, vertically fighting around the ancient columns carved with grotesque reliefs that narrate the legend of the Six Eyed Royalty.

Embracing her dreadful destiny as a missionary mistress heralding the passionate dogma of the Golden Dragon to the severely demoralized Exiles of Dismalia, the Holy Horned Huntress Dorris embarked on a personal crusade to invigorate the ethereal blaze of the Slayers of Phobos.

Departing without any sentence, granted permission to march towards the Dismal Frontier, carrying enough resources and belongings to donate them to a considerable group of bleak Hunters that quickly became her congregation once bestowed with the charitable gifts of the Priestess.

Heeding the teachings of the Tarnished Book of Omens and the providence of the Draconic Divinity. Solely becoming the first fountain of blazing blood in Phobos, the project of the Parish District continues as the gathering of fateful blood bound Radiant Slayers increases, exponentially incrementing the quality of life for the condemned, healing the blighted and arming their Hunters with state of the art weaponry and miraculous sorceries.

Too good to be acceptable to the criminal syndicates of Phobos and the Magal Guild. Whenever she is not leading the congregation with education and meditation, Dorris Bethel roams the dismal lands fight fighting blights, Demons and other threats in the name of justice and passion. The Radiant Church encourages euphoric diligence, and Dorris is a particularly radical wild card, even for her own Guild.

Highly independent, exceedingly effective, and sticking to her own codes of honor and dogma; which tends to make her overdependent on superstitious pattern recognition of esoteric messages all around her life, to the detriment of common sense.

"The shooting soul of a Slayer can be ignited with the flint and spark of boundless passion. The hidden potential of the Eternal Hunt is one of perpetual motion, evolutionary change and mutative adaptation; for in the expanse of infinity awaits apotheosis, its cosmic path defined by the Radiant Dragon Titan".

Teachings of the Fuscanni Hunters of the Radiant Church, Masters of the Crimson Gunpowder.

Behold! The immaculate design of this magnificent architectural design of this colossal chthonic column signifying an occult past buried beneath Dismalia, beyond sands of time and primordial rock. The Hematologic Pull mandates the flow of all flesh. Spilled then agglutinating at the Core of the world.

. . .

Art by @cubicskull / BoxHead. https://bsky.app/profile/cubicskull.bsky.social

[slabmangrave]

my first two commissions are both Primarily Goblin Based lmfao… but I FINALLY got to draw someone album art so I’ll accept it

[marlutterianae]

THAT IS AN OLD commission for the Indomitable Knave, Vrak Deadhand, from my written series of DISMALIA WILD HUNTS! It is most excellent to rediscover on this appreciatory recalling of my favorite artist's galleries. For comparative reference here is a more recent Vrak done by Andre Díaz (Grimonimicon).

[filibusterfrog]

comm for @/drelanna.bsky.social

[holopics]

turkey vulture

[slithergaunt]

Who's hungry?

New custom MTG Food tokens and Zombie tokens are here!

Business card size (so they don't get mixed up with your other cards and don't take up as much table space), matte, rounded edges. Perfect for your deck, whether you wanna make hordes of zombies, or want some of that sweet 3-Life flavor.

I've also got Saprolings for those who wanna make hordes of plant-worms instead of zombies. I also added my Eldrazi card to the mix

If you like the look of any of these, now's the time to call dibs!

They're 10 for $15, Paypal preferred, shipping free in the US

There will be a limited stock of 100 for the food and 50 for each of the others, so message me if you wanna reserve yours.

There are many more tokens in the works, and I'm also open to designing custom unique ones to suit your deck theme (message me for more details on that)

Enjoy!

[slithergaunt]

I should also mention, if there are no reserves, I won't be printing any of that card.

I enjoy making these a lot (I ended up using the Saprolings a bunch for one of my Commander decks) but if there isn't any voiced interest in a card, I won't bother ordering stock of it at the moment.

[thebrightestlodge]

[THE GREATLANDS OF AURGELMIR, SWATHES OF THE WORLD SPLIT INTO FOUR, AS THE CORPSE PLANET SPINS THROUGH THE UNIVERSE ...] The four Greatlands of Aurgelmir, for my comic Godcleaver! Map is under the readmore! Click on the words for theme tunes!

BLOOD / PHLEGM / BLACK BILE / YELLOW BILE

[KNOWN MAP OF THE CORPSE PLANET'S LANDMASS, MEAT OF THE WORLD ADRIFT IN AN AMNIOTIC OCEAN]

Map of Aurgelmir! It's PRETTY big. This is more of a stylish version of the map, the terrain map to be slowly updated soon!

[marlutterianae]

Hellish Baron brandishing the arcane Infernacle Hell Cube

The Bleeding Sun oozed over the paths of flesh that flowed from the sharp crags of Gutting Gulch, until sluggishly descending down the rocky jaw threshold of the great abysmal chasm. The eldritch erosion scarring the land masses of Dismalia from blood floods of antiquity, now refilled with streams conjured by a gracefully nightmarish Regal Devil. Flooding its scorched and dry bottom like an oasis of boiling viscera, drowning the chimeric skeletons of various Demons that perished, gnawed away by a multitude of ghoulish carrion craving troglodytes that beheld in adoration this spell.

Those beings that maliciously prowled the nefarious terrain felt the hematological flow from the core of the world command them into bowing solemnly, and scraping their horns and claws with hurried movements, climbed the rough sandstone walls until forcing their bestial bodies through the crevices and caverns, contemplating in unified beastly bellows and of guttural howls. Honoring the arrival the fiery eye of a spell storm forming above them, commanded by th Regal Baron upon brandishing the arcane artifact that glowed eerily like a false star in its grasp. Vile Light not meant for human senses, it commanded the skies and Chimeras. The eroded walls of the eerie grotto were its crucible.

As if in a shamanistic chant initiated by the primitive Demons, the roar of the spell storms that flashed over the bubbling surface of the thick blackened blood was now electrified with powerful electro-plasmic pulses of cosmic radiation from the Nightmare Above until it formed a counter-clockwise vortex.

From its depths, emerged a colossal worm of amalgamated Demon matter, coagulating as it spiraled up the heavens like a spire of hardening sanguine essence. Once fully fleshed out it rested its massive body on the roads of desolation, the hunting grounds of the Phobian Demon Hunters that crossed the Dismal Lands. The Devil Baron concealed the radiant Infernacle within its grinning pectoral mandibles and snapped its claws to awaken its mysterious Behemoth escort that awaited from behind, knelt and dragging its weapon. "Our ride is here, my Bell Bearer. Climb on and restore your strengths. We have a fun trip ahead of us". Spoke the Baron.

Art by Gaegral. https://linktr.ee/Gaegral https://bsky.app/profile/gaegral.bsky.social

[gnarlyghost]

Burning Lands

[mechabarbarian]

Cyborg Frankenstein.

[slithergaunt]

Stillness