#Swampling

[meltymoth]

this freaking thing again

[cavities-in-reality]

[yeetspace]

Lookit these bozos

Battle between a Era 2* and a Era 4, Scorpeon, villain turned hero of the apocalyptic 3rd era against a Bounty Hunter

*(Scorpeon was originally a Era One villain upgraded in a failed project who he was the sole beneficially affected individual that underwent it. where he used to be that one guy he very obviously is from that mask but basically got an entire new cyborg body, though since they're robots it's more just like they took his head and put it on a different body, and you can't see it in the picture but he's got a massive hole in the other side of the mask from little shithead me putting his face against a light bulb but now it's just canonically battle damage cuz he's basically the second oldest person here due to the whole dying and being resurrected thing making Acitox older)

Heterochrome trio, a group of heroes who were created during the apocalyptic third era but would be classified under the design philosophy of the second era*

*(as there was not a definitive state of society for people to base their designs off of and be a collective generation of robots in that same vein as the other ones, in the way that generation 1 is basically an adaptation of little kid me's lore of this, the future immediately following the massive devastation created during the tremor beasts attack from the final hero factory set series)

And finally

Acitox Reapa the swampling, one of the few still living members of Scorpeon's entourage of roving heroes, made during the first era and sibling to Toxic Reapa the era 1 HF villain

[hana-loves-bumblebees]

Já: hele, jak bys vlastně přeložil “bludičky”?

Mozek: swamplings? Boglings? Swampies? Swampings?

[wickedfang-sso]

The newest addition to my stables, Swampling!

[space-glove]

SWAMPLING

[through-fire-and-flame]

bayou-blooded, vol. 3 (drabble)

I see Laurentius scamper backwards away from me and back up and onto his feet, raising both his hands.

"Come on, big guy, over here," he shouts. "Let's you and me tussle proper, yeah?"

The thing turns toward him, and I realize he must have been at this for a while - nigh every inch of its skin is seared, covered in livid red and black burns. It doesn't seem to have slowed down any, which means it might be fireproof. The realization causes my stomach to leap into my throat - if that thing is fireproof, we're both fucked. Neither of us are going home.

Laurentius has that damn lighter in his hand again, thumb flicking madly at the wheel - and I watch an orb the size of my head bloom out of it, guided by the sweep of his opposite hand. He looks like he's pulling fire out of that thing, like it'll never end, like he's ready to ignite the whole damn world. I can see it in his face - nothing gentle in that grin, battle-crazy as he is - he'd like nothing more than to burn it all down. I half-think he's going to immolate the whole grove, me with it.

But he doesn't. Instead, he waits for the creature to commit to another swing and then jerks his whole body forward, throwing his hands out and blowing air like he's trying to inflate something. The orb spills out and over its boundaries into a bright lance, catching the creature right in its charging mouth. The ghoulish thing blooms from the inside, its belly distended by the force of the blast in its gut; it tries to scream and all that bubbles out of its ruined mouth is a belch of thick, foul smoke.

I watch it go to its knees, twist to one side, and then collapse completely, and go still. Laurentius stumbles backward against a tree and I rush to him.

"I ain't never seen a Fire that big, Laur," I say, checking him for injuries. I hadn't realized it before, but he's cut up pretty bad; it wasn't a one-sided fight at all. He was slashed up like that and still thought to tackle me first? The fuck is wrong with this molecule, I think to myself, the thought skittering over the surface of my adrenaline addled brain. We don't even know each other that well - he lets me call him Laur, and that's close enough to friendship, like I said, but I wasn't aware we were on lifesaving terms.

Maybe we aren't. Maybe the dumb bastard would do that for anybody. Maybe he'd do it for a stranger. Probably would do it for a stranger, swampling or not, Witch-blessed or not.

"Fuckin' idiot," I mutter, tugging open that stupid hoodie he insists on wearing. It's a good thing the Fire lets us mess with our temperature or he'd have died of heatstroke a long time ago. He offers a feeble protest and it's not long until I see why: even past his immediate wounds - and there's a lot of 'em - he has more scars on his body than I've ever seen on anyone.

I stop, and meet his tired eyes, and I study his face, looking as though that might offer me an answer as to how the fuck he's still walking.

"Come on," he breathes. "We...we gotta get back. We handled it."

"You know what I have to do, and you know it's gonna hurt," I tell him, and he nods.

"I'll try to keep it down, promise," he tells me, and then keeps to his word, gritting his teeth as I use the Fire to seal him up. They'll tend to him proper back at the village, I tell myself - maybe it won't add too much to that lattice on his chest.

"So...what the fuck was that thing?" I ask him, as he catches his breath. "And when did you get so good with the Fire?"

"Don't know - looked human, once, so I guess it might, uh, might have been one of ours, honestly," he says. "Might have explained why it was fireproof too."

"What do you mean, one of ours? And it wasn't fireproof - you killed it with the Fire."

"I mean there's not a lot of people out here, and unless the swamp things have gotten some strange ideas in their heads, my guess is that thing was human once, and got all...distorted," Laurentius breathes. "And it didn't think shit about fire. So - one of ours. Got up out of the mud. You know there's weird shit out here."

He chuckles painfully, and looks up at me. "But ain't nothing fireproof on the inside, mind," he adds.

I try not to think about it. That's what we all do, when someone disappears into the mud. We try not to think about it. It was because I couldn't see myself not thinking about Laur that I came out here in the first place.

"Alright," he manages, straightening up. "Time to get out of here. As far as anyone knows, you took a walk, and you saw me on the way back into camp, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah," I say. "I know how to keep it sideways, asshole. Let's go."

Back at the village, they don't ask a lot of questions. I think they're glad to see him too, really - he has an attitude, but like I said, he jitters right along with the rest of us, push comes to shove.

Once they let him out of the Witch's hut, I wait for him on his porch, just to make sure he's okay.

"You alright?"

"Quit fussing over me, dammit," he grumbles, even as I step in and help up him the steps. "I just need to rest."

"Can't help it," I tell him.

"You're a terror, Rosabeth."

"I know, Laur."

"Listen to me next time, alright?"

"Sure, Laur."

"...in one ear and right out the other, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is, Laur." I grin at him, and he looks a little surprised. I don't think he gets people smiling at him often, but he grins back, right enough.

"Right, well," he says. "You, uh, you have a good night. Thanks for checking on me."

"Sure," I say, and I wait until I hear that heavy click again before I leave.

Good thing he made it back, I tell myself. Good thing for me, good thing for everyone. We're chaos, and he's part of it, proper.

[teeter-beetle]

Derisive Humor turned High Art

Serving Vase w/ Amphibian Design. Desert Cotton Clan. Scampering Period, c. 1400. Earthenware w/ blue glaze.

In the years surrounding the Prairies War, pottery bearing derogatory designs of Swamplings were prevalent - especially among desert hares. This vase (used to serve alcohol) represents the "drunk frog," a popular stereotype in the prairies at the time.* For more information, visit Frogiverse.com/archaeology

*All artifact displays are for educational purposes only. F.I.S.H does not support or endorse any themes represented by artifact displays.

[angelinvasion1]

new ocs, though i know tumblr doesnt rlly care for ocs i thought id share bc i love em :)

NeNe is a swampling monster and Alyssa got her on her feet and is teaching her about what it is to be a human. NeNe is fascinated in human trinkets and foods and tries to save as much money as she can to go on shopping sprees for more interesting human materials :) she makes money by live streaming and is a popular “cosplayer”!

i hope to make more art of them soon :)

[snimbusjavy]

To go along with yesterday's post, here's a Swampling once more :D

[thedownwardsmile]

fabric swamples

[meltymoth]

moth if she got hit with the beam that turns you into a swampling

[my3dartblog]

Mooki the Critter. Do you really think it's just a cute monster? Now you can have a Zombie, Faun, Little Imp, Fairy Creature, and more! What's Included and Features Materials/Shaders: (.DUF) Bluey Shiny Fur Doll Shiny Fur Doll Faun Shiny Fur Faun Imp Shiny Fur Imp Mukicorn Shiny Fur Mukicorn Swampling Shiny Fur Swampling Torzon Shiny Fur Torzon Yeti Shiny Fur Yeti Zombi Patchy Fur Textures Include: 170 Texture, Emissive, Height, Normal, Roughness, and Transparency Maps (2048 x 2048 to 4096 x 4096) Daz Studio Iray Material Presets (.DUF) Required Products: Mooki the Critter Compatible Software: Daz Studio 4.21 Install Types: DazCentral, Daz Connect, DIM, Manual Install Coming soon: https://3d-stuff.net/ #daz3d #dazstudio #3drender #3dart #daz3dstudio #irayrender #3dartwork #blender #blenderrender #blenderart #noaiart #noaiwriting #noai https://3d-stuff.net/

[greatwyrmgold]

Swampling not only made an unsupported accusation, but a meaningless one.

Let's say the parallels do not exist and Xiran just chose the name everyone knows. What's the problem with that? It's a name everyone knows, ergo it's a name they can expect everyone to understand, even if they're not a Transformers fan.

If Xiran had said "Prowl" or "Ultra Magnus," most of their fans would not immediately go "Oh, the Transformer," because those aren't names everyone associates with Transformers.

‼️Heavenly Tyrant ending spoilers ‼️

Explaining for audiobook listeners who may be confused about the last line cause it's not in English

Get ready for Optimus Prime in book 3. Yes, he'll be able to shift into anything, including a truck or a bike

[justeppie]

This is Valen, say hello! Swamplings are a really neat species by @meltymoth check them out!

[fawnglade]