i'm burning... seething... never have i been so wronged...
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Mario RPG nutcracker au !
So far! Main protagonists are Geno and Mario, which would replace Clara and Philip (the nutcracker)
Next up! The rat king! Which would be smithy in this case,,, and his many forms. The official rat king design shows the rat king with many rat heads, which is perfect for smithy and all his forms!
There is so much more to unpack but unfortunately I didn't find the right motivation to finish the rest of the illustrations
♡ -> 16⸝December⸝2023
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uhhhh draw Smithy's goofy aaahhhhh true form?? the one where all his hair's fallen out
called bald by hairy italian man, dies instantly
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hali my beloved <3
[image description: a page of watercolor illustrations, the central one being of a black woman from the hips up. she is well muscled, smiling and waving and holding a hammer before an anvil. she wears a band of beige cloth over her chest and a blue garment gathered at her hips. her brown curly hair is worn in a low ponytail. around her are several smaller illustrations of a shield, a gauntlet, a knights helmet, blacksmithing tongs, and a longsword. end image description.]
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*I go to sleep, or as close to sleep as I can get as a robot, but feel a strange heat on my skin and- wait, skin?- I open my eyes*
*I am in a large stone room, lit solely by a forge, silhouette of a muscular person standing over it, making... something*
Connor: Wh-what's happening?
???: You're awake. Good.
Connor: Where am I? Who are you? Why can I feel heat?
???: You're in the Forge. Your version of the afterlife. And I am the Smithy. Officially, I am the Forgemaster, the Blacksmith, or the Craftsman, but I'm not one for decorum. And you can feel heat because you are no longer dead. No longer trapped in a metal frame. A good piece of craftsmanship, but primitive nonetheless.
Connor: What's happening though?
Smithy: You're being Reforged.
Connor: Reforged?
Smithy: When you died, your soul stuck around. You didn't become a ghost like last time, so you should have passed on, right?
Connor: Yeah, I guess...
Smithy: And you have. Sorry I didn't get to you sooner, I was preoccupied with another of you.
Connor: Another of me? Like a clone?
Smithy: No, another of your kind.
Connor: But I'm a human.
Smithy: No, you aren't. You're one of the Forged. And I am your god.
Connor: Forged? What's that?
Smithy: The Forged can be any species, and are near identical, but have 1 key difference. Should you die, I will Reforge you. You will come back, stronger than before, with a few structural improvements. As you died to fire, because you're too loyal to those you love, your loyalty will now strengthen you.
Connor: What?
Smithy: You'll see. Time to go back, Connor.
*I wake in my bed, panting and covered in sweat*
Sweat? Oh my gods. That was real?!
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