#ashura king

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Ashura King

“3+ Level 3 monsters While this card has material, it can attack a number of times each Battle Phase, up to the number of materials attached to it. At the start of the Damage Step, if this card battles: It gains 200 ATK. When another monster’s effect is activated (Quick Effect): You can detach 1 material from this card; negate the activation, and if you do, destroy that card. You can only use this effect of ‘Ashura King’ once per turn.”

[demonic-snake]

they say if a person is reflected in the eyes, then this person is very dear to him even more than life

[count-alucard-tepes]

I love how King Rama XIII is besties with Saw Paing, I mean who doesn't wanna be friends with him! He's such a cutie...one you'd hear from a mile away😍😍😍

[sawpaingsheadband]

In this evening that is way too hot I am thinking about King Rama.

He is a dude, a bro.

He is chill as fuck.

He probably has officials from his court chasing after him with a shitton of paperwork and he is just like, "nah, let me see some fighters beating the shit out of each other."

"But Your Majesty, it's tax claims period, we NEED the paperwork in!"

"Eh, tough luck." *has already scampered off to the nearest kengan battle*

I am not saying he is not governing, if Thailand has not yet fallen - in this manga/anime ofc - he is definitely doing something, but most likely he is bitching all the time and waiting for when Gaolang is coming with a "Your Majesty, I have a fight, will you allow it?"

And King Rama is "Of course, what time and date? Let me fly there IMMEDIATELY".

Anyway, dudebro King Rama is living rent-free in my head.

[tidalstar]

Sometimes the babygirl is a psyco medic, it happens

[bluecube92]

Same Voice Actor #16

[clamsio]

[2rasengan2]

Comission.Thank you!!!

Slots are available.Dm for request

[dreamerkitty]

I havent drawn anything I can post for ages ack...

I need to fill the yw tag with my luscious drawings again

[crystalstylehexagon]

Indra Otsutsuki - The Beginning Of The End

Betrayed and sealed away inside the moon with his grandmother at the age of 60, Indra nearly gets killed by Kaguya, managing to escape thanks to Samsara of the Heavenly Life Technique. He manages to trick the woman into opening a portal with the remaining of his power, taking black Zetsu with him. Unfortunately for him, he lands in a completely different dimension, a place so dark, so... broken down and cold, you would think this was the underworld, a sort of hell... Little did Indra know, that he ended up in the shadow isles, a place where the dead roamed, dead kings tried to gain power from one another, and the living who stepped foot into this place, would never walk out of there alive again, for the warden, Thresh would greet them at the gates and take their souls. Somehow, some way, Indra managed to survive the fight with the warden, but it didn't mean his journey was over. He demanded answers and he needed them NOW. Over his journey, he found out that no matter how long he roamed, he would never get out of this place, unless the "Ruined King" came, to raise the army of the dead and corrupt the living's minds, to bring them over to his side, and fight alongside him, to bring back his beloved wife, his Isolde, to the world of the living. How long has it been... A week? Month? Years? he lost count. Sprawled out on the gooey, blackened, dead ground the Otsutsuki looked up at the greenish cloudy sky, his vision blurring from lack of energy. 'dead don't need to eat, they don't sleep, they just wander endlessly. He felt his vision doubling from weakness. He squinted up, his Sharingan long inactive from chakra depletion, from endlessly having to fight the dead. Not a moment was spent where his moment of rest wasn't interrupted by some sickly-looking creature crawling from the shadows.

"Maybe this is where I belong... The Unworthy.." He licked his chapped, dehydrated lips. "Oh, how I wish I could get out of this place, to seek my vengeance, even if it kills me... One last time... Brother, just one last battle to settle it once and for all..." The brunette closed his eyes, his hair a mess, sprawled out in the dirt around him like a dark, faded halo. This was it. It was where Indra Otsutsuki, the first son, deemed unworthy of his father's heritage would die... Minutes, hours, days...? He didn't know how long had passed before he heard a call, a man's voice with a weird accent. "Come forward, mist. 'Tis we bring back our queen, my love, to fill my broken and bleeding heart..." Such power behind those words... Such... Hatred, heartache... He internally snorted, he could relate. He felt a very dark aura approach. He couldn't move, he couldn't defend himself, not like he would... What was the point? Then he felt a foot jab at his rib. "Get up, if you are alive." He heard the same voice command. Normally, he would get angry, Who was this... This muck to tell him what to do? But right now, all he could do was crack open an eye. Was he alive..? He looked up, only to be met by the cold gaze of a white-haired man with a giant, glowing green sword in one hand, he had a scowl on his face much like his own. His gaze wandered to his chest, where there was a black, empty upside-down triangle right over where his heart would be. The man leaned down, setting the sword next to him, and adjusted Indra so that His head would be supported by the man's right arm. Cold, such an icy touch, Indra shuddered, the man's energy felt so... Hollow, so disturbing and dark it sent his already weak stomach churning, ready to throw up acid of his stomach, for he had none to spare. His abyss-colored eyes looked up at the man. The white-haired man brought the gloved hand to his back and pulled a water container of sorts from it, he recognized and brought it to his lips. Having no other choice, Indra drank greedily, but weakly, draining the whole thing in one go. He coughed violently and then weakly glared up at the man. "Why..." He croaked, his voice hoarse and scratchy from lack of use and hydration. The man simply chuckled. and spoke with that weird accent again. "Do you wish to die then? Rot in this forsaken place for eternity with no rest for your wicked soul? This is a mercy compared to what awaits you as the spirit of the shadow isles." Shadow Isles... That word again. So, this was a form of hell, Indra mused, a name befitting for a place so torn down, filled with lost souls much like himself, broken, confused, aggressive, vengeful. One of the many things he had in common with the dead... Maybe, he was more dead than alive, maybe he had been a ghost to his father from the beginning, a shadow of his grandmother's existence, a reminder, a punishment for sealing her away... The old man looked at the white-haired man. "Maybe I am already dead... My existence brings nothing but death and destruction..." He croaks. The man frowned, Indra observed that this man may have had a physical body, but he didn't feel alive. "Then join me, if you have nothing to lose, my friend. Join me in the cause of taking vengeance against those who robbed my beloved from me, my queen, my everything..." The man's broken soul, Indra observed, appeared even more broken, crazed, and obsessed at the mention of his beloved. 'A crazed man robbed of everything he lived for, an arrogant, foolish ruler who thought everything would be his... Sounds so familiar. The pain in his eyes is much like the one of my own, the thirst for blood, for vengeance...' He thought. He contemplated for a moment before he looked up at the man once more. "Should i assist you towards achieving your goals, then what happens...?" He asked. The man smiled, a wicked, twisted smile adorning his sickly pale handsome features.

" Then, the ruination shall begin, and all will be wiped out until i get handed back what is rightfully mine, either by force or treaty. I shall take and take until there is nothing left but her." The man's echoey voice replied. "You seem powerful, feel powerful. Either by choice or death, you WILL bend to my will and assist me in my spree. The shadows shall take on everything and we will free her. But if you come willingly, i promise you, the most unimaginable power. This-" He gestures around himself, the shadows and spirits turned to black and turquoise liquid dance about him. So this was the famous mist the Shadow Isles, huh... "Shall all be yours and I will help you get your vengeance." He stated and gazed down at the man, cradling the old man's face. Indra's eyes widened then narrowed to slits. He went quiet, thinking 'How did he know-...Oh...' He heard whispers in his mind, they were getting louder and louder, singing the hymns of bloodshed, vengeance, and... Viego..? That was this man's name, he looked at the man, weakly clutching his head 'He must have gotten into my mind through some form of genjutsu...' He thought, which the albino gave a smirk in response. 'If i gain such power, then nothing will be able to stop me from killing Ashura and his descendants, but first, i will have to learn how to control it, all this power, it's overwhelming, even for me... No matter, I will get my revenge and wipe out anyone who stands in my way. It's not like have anything else to lose. I'm going to die either way...' He thought. Viego's face twisted into a crazed grin upon hearing his thoughts, He set Indra down. "Then come, take my hand, and let us wreak havoc on those who decide to stand in our way, feel alive once more!" Viego extended his hand to the old man. Hesitating, the brunette extended his bony hand and grasped Viego's own. The man pulled him up with ease. "Stand before me, as i bless and bestow you with the power of the cursed mist!" The man exclaimed. Indra looked around, his vision doubling once more both from standing up so suddenly and the lack of food in his body. He saw the tendrils of shadows, shapes of humans and nonhumans alike forming around him, reaching out to him.

He reached out with now both of his hands freed and grasped the clawed, bony fingers into his weak ones. Hot pain surged into his body, and his skull started banging from the searing pain. Never in his life has he felt such an unbearable pain, not even when grandmother tried to kill him. "What,- what is this...?! What ar- AUGHH!!" He roared in pain, falling to his knees, clutching his head. He felt something hovering over his head, a... Thin crown. Then came the pain in his chest, which made the man scream, his eyes flickered in pain from sharingan, to his Mangekyo back to sharingan and to Mangekyo again, his eyes started bleeding. The feeling was like he had never experienced before. it was like being torn apart from the inside. "What have you done?!" He felt his voice change much like Viego's own. "Patience... I will get you back soon, my love..." The man kept mumbling to himself, making Indra glare despite being in so much pain. What did he sign up for? What was-. Suddenly, everything went dark and he blacked out, or was it the "Mist" surrounding his vision? he couldn't tell...

The pain stopped, and the world stopped with it. The only thing he could hear was whispers and distant screams of the souls around him despite them surrounding him like a cocoon. Indra opened his eyes and blinked. He looked down at his hands, then into the black puddle in the ground: Gone were his old, bony hands, replaced by the ones in his prime, his outfit now black, with white Otsutsuki ornamentations, His hair, now i halved in ink black and other side was snowy white, similar aura surrounded his body as Viego's. He looked at his armor, Shoulder guards much like Susano'o's but the shoulder guards had spikes on them and were black and green, his robes revealed his chest, which had the same black triangle inside. He touched it out of curiosity with one green-clawed hand, it was hollow, nothing, no skin, bone, nothing, just... emptiness... His eyes, Mangekyo, but they were surrounded by a green glow, his already fair skin turned sickly pale and the blood that streamed down his face now was like black tattoos, stuck on his face. What fascinated him though, wasn't the appearance, it was the unimaginable surge of power he felt.

He looked down at his one, glowing clawed hand and clenched it. So much power, so dark and beautiful... Isolde... Must find Ashura-Isolde... He shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the intrusive thoughts, but it was futile. He clutched his head and roared. "Must-find...Brothe-r-Our queen-...UGHH!!! What have you done?!" He looked up at Viego, screaming in pain, and then he heard rumbling behind him thunder and screams of the dead. "A reassurance, so you won't pit yourself against me... Now, come, the Ruination has begun." He motioned to the man and walked forward into the dead waters, once blessed by the gods for their regenerative powers, now rendered useless, becoming a home for the dead and the damned. every step he took was supported by the mist guiding his way with the dim, haunting glow. Indra got up and followed. He looked down at his hand and grinned. "Soon, brother, it will be you and your descendant's turn, that is a promise of a lifetime..." The two disappeared into the shadows followed by roaring and screaming souls, that slowly turned into a massive thundering cloud.

It has begun. The ruination would take place, and Indra would be out there, dominating the frontlines.

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A crossover between one of my fave games with great lore and Naruto.

A little something for our little crazed menace we all love so much.

Enjoy

[apfelhalm]

Kengan Ashura - Season 1 Episode 8: The Battle Begins

[greyredroy]

hello again... sorry if you've seen it already, this is a reupload. so, anyway... to be honest, I have no idea how to comment this... It was planned as a small, quick sketch! and, according to the original idea, it also was supposed to have more positive mood and lighter, pastel, "romantic" color palette (just like my previos taishura fanart was. techically, the situation from that art, but a close up of Ashura's face. that's how it was planned).

[here could be the very first sketch of this, but my sketches are UGLY] and, as you may see, smth went wrong, and here we are ┐(︶▽︶)┌ now I want to make a similar portrait for Celes!Taishakuten so it could be a small series of works. sounds pretty uneasy to me, I'm not so good at character design and so on... anyway, let's see how it goes. also, tumblr says I have've got 2000 reblogs on this acc! what a huge number. thank you so much! (ノ*°▽°*) I want to let you know that I'm so happy to see the comments you put in hashtags when reblogging arts... sometimes I even reread them... ( ˘⌣˘)♡

[artist-issues]

Sir Kay/Mordred are the same character in my Kingdom of the Wind fan expansion…and he is “played” by an amalgamation of Manic, Scourge, and Ashura all mashed together into one green-Sonic-lookalike-archetype to fit my purposes!

More lore to come, on my deviantArt. 

[count-alucard-tepes]

Me: “let me have your babies!?”

“…if that is what you wish…”:

Kaolan Wongsawat🥊

Adam Dudley😬

Sekibayashi Jun🤼‍♂️

Hassad❤️‍🩹

Muteba Gizenga🪖

Himuro Ryo🤍

Yoroizuka Saw Paing😜

Takamaya Minoru😷

Misasa😎

Takeshi Wakatsuki 💪

Narushima Joji 🍺

Shen Wulong 🔌

Xia Yan🪱

King Rama XIII👑

Nikaido Ren🤩

Rolon Donaire🎖️

Arashiyama Jurota🤼

“Ewww no…get away from me”:

Raian Kure👹

Kiryu Setsuna🥰

Kiozan Takeru🤼‍♂️

Sawada Keizaburo 💅

Long Min🥷

:

Kanoh Agito😁

Inaba Ryo🖤

Retsudo Katahara🕵️

Hatsumi Sen😍

Kureishi Mitsuyo 🦴

[mokocharm]

Just a silly, horrible thought but: (Celes Arc spoilers under the cut)

I know this is not AT ALL what is going on, but it looks kind of like Ashura is giving Kurogane the peace sign in this panel.

Like "Hey, what's up giant ninja guy! I'm here to torture and manipulate the man you love. It's all good, be at ease and stuff."

[trcquotes]

Fai: I have to be on my way. Chii: To where? Fai: Very far away. As far away as I can get. Some place with no King Ashura.