#bokoblins

[hurglewurm]

@somehowsentient requested link hangin out with the moblins and bokoblins. absolutely i love the blins. thought the baby should have stripes like a baby boar

[myebi]

🌱 my sh0p is open ✨ 🌱

i'm based in france and ship worldwide 💛 if you're into TOTK, FE3H, cottagecore birds, supportive knights or love letters, i might just have the thing for you!!

[thecurseofdemisecomic]

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It’s update today! So a few things, you probably noticed the quality drop. Sorry about that, but I needed a change. It might get better over time, but for now this is working for me so it is what it is. I updated these pages as they were finished to my patreon, so if you want to see them over there you can go click the link! But no pressure :) rn I’m taking another break cuz I’m gonna be going back to college soon and I have a lot to do, plus it’s the holidays! So I’m not gonna focus on this for a bit. But I appreciate your guys’ patience with me. We’re finally getting to the good stuff hehehe

[pixiebeepopples]

How it started vs how it's going.

[black-salt-cage]

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[gintrinsic-writing]

"The rats ate it."

@elle-rosewater gave me the fun dialogue prompt "we'll just tell them the rats ate it."

CW recent violence (someone eaten by monster). For whumptober, ofc.

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Shlag was not often surprised, but this made him squeal. “What are you doing?”

The sparse hairs along Kreetin’s neck stood on end as he spun around. Bits of flesh clung to his tusks. “What? Nothing.” He kicked out a conspicuous hoof, but the body was too large to hide behind him. “It wasn’t me.”

“Wasn’t you? Wasn’t you? You’re still chewing!”

Kreetin stopped chewing. “It’s not my fault!”

“Like hell it isn’t!” Shlag snarled, gesturing with his spear. “You were supposed to guard the hero, not stuff your face. When Lord Ganon finds out…”

Kreetin shuffled from hoof to hoof. He began to stink more than usual. Fear always did that. “You have to help me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because—because I won’t be the only one punished!” Kreetin blurted. Seeing Shlag hesitate, he grew confident, his beady eyes sparkling in the firelight. “That’s right. You know I’m right. Lord Ganon will…” He paused to gulp, confidence already fading. “He’ll have all our hides. Yours, especially, for not being here to stop me!”

“I was takin’ a piss!”

“Right. Off wasting time. Should’ve been here, at your post.”

A growl vibrated in Shlag’s throat. “Damn you, Kreetin.” He leaned around to get a better look at the hero, then groaned. “What a fuckin’ mess. There’ll be no covering this up.”

“It’s fine,” Kreetin said, picking at a stringy bit stuck between his largest molars, apparently reassured by Shlag’s situation. “We’ll just tell him the rats ate it.”

“The rats?” Shlag took a deep breath, then hit Kreetin over the head. The resulting squeal of pain made him feel slightly better, so he hit him again. “Fuckin’ rats? Rats don’t leave bites that big! Rats don’t break arms first!”

Kreetin rubbed at his abused skull. “It’s not that obvious—”

Shlag rounded on him with a murderous look. “If you say one more stupid thing, I’ll feed you to the rats!”

Kreetin pouted. It made his tusks look small. “So what do we do?”

Shlag tapped the butt of his spear against the ground as he thought. “Potions?” he muttered. “Do we have potions?”

“Not me.”

“I know you don’t. You’re useless. Maybe the wizzrobes? Or that scrub, Alfie. He’s pretty smart, for a plant.”

“I don’t like that scrub,” Kreetin grumbled. “He shot a seed at my ass last spring. Took hours to dig out.”

Shlag felt one of his eye plates twitch. “You probably deserved it. Anyway, that’s our plan. We get a potion, feed it to the hero…” He paused uneasily. “Potions work on corpses, right?”

Kreetin scratched his nose. “Not sure.”

Instead of striking Kreetin again, Shlag crouched down in front of the hero and poked at the largest of the bites. Globs of congealed blood stuck to his claw. “If we survive this, I’m going to kill you.”

Kreetin was quiet long enough that Shlag glanced back. He was entirely unimpressed by the nervous, toothy grin Kreetin offered, or the knife gripped in his stubby fist. 

“Just protection,” Kreetin assured him. “I wasn’t gonna do anything. I need your help.” He blinked as he remembered their predicament. “And you need mine!”

To their mutual surprise, an alarm sounded within the castle. Seconds later, a squad of guards ran past the entrance to the dungeon, their hooves, talons, and claws scraping against the stone floor. One of them, a moblin with a heavily scarred muzzle, paused to look in. “Heads up,” she chuffed. “Looks like the other heroes—” She frowned at them, scenting the air, then gasped. “Is that the prisoner? What the hell happened?”

“Rats!” Kreetin blurted. There were still bits of the hero sticking to his chin. 

Shlag sighed. He’d have to kill Kreetin sooner rather than later, for his own sake. “What’s this about other heroes?”

“They’re here, attacking, eight of them. Lord Ganon’s ordered us to engage.” She grimaced at the corpse. “They’re not going to be happy…”

“Maybe we can throw this one at them,” Kreetin suggested. “Make ‘em frazzled, you know?”

Shlag exchanged a look with the moblin. “Sure,” Shlag said. “Good idea, Kreetin. You do that, and I’ll back you up.”

Kreetin grinned. He really was too stupid to tolerate, but at least this harebrained plan would solve one problem. Shlag only hoped he’d survive the rest.

[llybraryofdrawngress]

Bokoblin doodles

[bird--egg]

Sweet Grass!!! My botw/ totk oc :D 

She’s a Bokoblin ‘chicken’ farmer who lives in Keelay Plain, West Necluda. She’s a proud mother of three who spends most of her time caring for her livestock, harvesting their eggs, and distributing them to the other Bokoblins in her settlement. Sweet Grass’s actual name sounds quite different, but the meaning is Sweet Grass, so that’s what I’m going with. 

Bokoblin headcannons below the cut!

In my personal little headcannon I believe that the Bokoblins existed before Ganon took over Hyrule a hundred years ago, and they had a pretty tumultuous relationship with Hylians in particular. When Ganon’s corrupting influence swept across the land the Bokoblins and other ‘monsters’ were influenced by his evil, losing their senses whenever they saw the other intelligent races of Hyrule. In the time between the end of Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom I believe Bokoblins were returned to their right minds, able to chose against violence. However, any chance for peace of communication was shattered when Ganon’s power rose again.