Source JSON
Post #1063480 · 1 source
weasyl.com · 2490770:9506319 · selected
Downloader metadata · database Download
{
"_format": "download_manifest_v2",
"api_blob_sha512": "47798894cacdefd7235ff3cff8d4d556599b71771e155290a761b57952df809b84804176d295e9ee504dda1507b1c6f72ca8466b1060975f802580383eae17f5",
"artifacts": [
{
"blob_sha512": "18ba0599c03881e72ff3f4718ebf5955f6d68ddc93875f86533c807ddd2d9725fa942e4dbcb8b092283f1122421cdde2e4b2dd48d21fa2fe7bf1f7ecd2ca0b6b",
"path": "/mnt/data/img-downloader/export/weasyl.com/luprand/2490770.luprand-boss-monster-concept-butophidia.jpg"
},
{
"blob_sha512": "47798894cacdefd7235ff3cff8d4d556599b71771e155290a761b57952df809b84804176d295e9ee504dda1507b1c6f72ca8466b1060975f802580383eae17f5",
"path": "/mnt/data/img-downloader/export/weasyl.com/luprand/2490770.luprand-boss-monster-concept-butophidia.api.json"
},
{
"blob_sha512": "df7e4725e3f8bf5dea4e7484a30b5a068f131c63d4e60282c29f29f4512b832516cecbb1e2dd494c6f3a8c3c865888d1c6674d4576df467fd722046a7adbc7af",
"path": "/mnt/data/img-downloader/export/weasyl.com/luprand/2490770.luprand-boss-monster-concept-butophidia.description.json"
},
{
"blob_sha512": "39b6b7294d79d8fc6fdd4b8cb9eaa794d3b49853007669f73702f710e21e29b24bd4e9f59b2d4408b5c3571b747db142df9f03b6f8ccbca07c6d3df92efcd90a",
"path": "/mnt/data/img-downloader/export/weasyl.com/luprand/profile.api.json"
},
{
"blob_sha512": "4fc0e7d1a107f16488beac706bbd4896338b82fbcd29194e273bbd25cd3823ec321e0f6f481f7de62396fddd0fa707920e2134b707d136eebb33d8328277c3cb",
"path": "/mnt/data/img-downloader/export/weasyl.com/luprand/folders.api.json"
},
{
"blob_sha512": "18ba0599c03881e72ff3f4718ebf5955f6d68ddc93875f86533c807ddd2d9725fa942e4dbcb8b092283f1122421cdde2e4b2dd48d21fa2fe7bf1f7ecd2ca0b6b",
"path": "/mnt/data/img-downloader/export/weasyl.com/luprand/123567_Book of Changes/2490770.luprand-boss-monster-concept-butophidia.jpg"
},
{
"blob_sha512": "47798894cacdefd7235ff3cff8d4d556599b71771e155290a761b57952df809b84804176d295e9ee504dda1507b1c6f72ca8466b1060975f802580383eae17f5",
"path": "/mnt/data/img-downloader/export/weasyl.com/luprand/123567_Book of Changes/2490770.luprand-boss-monster-concept-butophidia.api.json"
},
{
"blob_sha512": "df7e4725e3f8bf5dea4e7484a30b5a068f131c63d4e60282c29f29f4512b832516cecbb1e2dd494c6f3a8c3c865888d1c6674d4576df467fd722046a7adbc7af",
"path": "/mnt/data/img-downloader/export/weasyl.com/luprand/123567_Book of Changes/2490770.luprand-boss-monster-concept-butophidia.description.json"
},
{
"blob_sha512": "58e99c82251cec0d4e7328d307e39e8d22f5456683b6fa74fe2a536904d9282735602cd90284525f3ca52ca9556a8501ac157bb6726b012bad72c48aa6ed1e40",
"path": "/mnt/data/img-downloader/export/weasyl.com/luprand/123567_Book of Changes/123567.json"
}
],
"sidecar_fallbacks": {
".api.json": {
"_resolved_user_dir": "luprand",
"comments": 0,
"description": "<p>The wind was steamy and sulfurous. Slate-gray clouds covered the sky, and the sea, so far below, was dark as blueberry wine. Nascent volcanic peaks jutted out of the ocean here and there, venting noxious fumes as glowing lava trickled out like fiery serpents creeping through the withered basalt. What feeble sunlight blundered past the clouds only made the surrounding seascape look that much more gloomy and foreboding. The Sea of Thermaia wasn't Hell, but it was close enough to remind Ailura briefly of home even centuries later.</p>\n\n<p>But that was far in the past, and the present was much more ... entertaining, she thought with a smile. Here at the Temple of Fire, sitting atop a seamount the locals called The Maker's Forge*, the Archcrystal of Fire was under attack, and the Crystal Gnosis Society in their vaunted wisdom had once more sent the Greifenstein Grenadiers to clean up the problem. After generations of indenture to those wretched Barlovian kinglets, bowing and mewling and having to play the nursery maid to an endless stream of royal bratlings, Ailura relished these opportunities to wreak pain and death on weaker creatures. You could take the cat out of Hell, but you couldn't take Hell out of the cat.</p>\n\n<p>This creature, though, wasn't as weak as Ailura would have liked. <em>Butophidia</em>, such a frivolous name for a bloated snake contraption in a gaudy dress, spitting gouts of flame at the Archcrystal and battering it with those useless wings. Leave it to that old bag of bones, the Grand Bijoutier, to make up all these lofty titles for all these ugly creatures. Did he have nothing better to do than--</p>\n\n<p>Ailura barely rolled out of the way just in time as the creature tried to slam Ailura with its wing. \"Mind your temper, beastie,\" she scolded, drawing her wand from within her robe. \"You've interrupted a soliloquy.\" While Tyrus kept the vermin distracted with his swordplay, Ailura deftly flicked her wand and sent a spray of sharp ice crystals at the eyeball atop its head. The screech of pain as it crumpled around itself, squinting its fanged eyelid-jaws half shut, was sweet in the grimalkin's ears.</p>\n\n<p>But the sweetness left a bitter aftertaste as Butophidia reared up once more, arching its back as it loosed a deafening shriek. The air in front of the creature seemed to rip itself open for a moment, sparking an explosion of such heat and force that it cracked the stone columns nearby and threw the little war band to the ground. As Ailura gingerly stood up once more, the scent of burning fabric caught her nose. She sneered and raised her wand once more.</p>\n\n<p>\"You've scorched my dress, wyrm,\" she spat, \"but you shall pay that debt. I'll take yours off of your corpse!\"</p>\n\n<hr>\n<ul><li><em>Ararchi Darbnotsi</em> in their tongue, but she'd already learned enough languages for three lifetimes and wasn't about to make room for another if she could help it. How convenient, then, that she could cajole Robert -- Justin, rather -- into magically translating for her. It was so gratifying when the manling made himself useful. </li>\n</ul>",
"embedlink": null,
"favorited": false,
"favorites": 0,
"folder_name": "Book of Changes",
"folderid": 123567,
"friends_only": false,
"link": "https://www.weasyl.com/submission/2490770/boss-monster-concept-butophidia",
"media": {
"cover": [
{
"mediaid": 9506320,
"url": "https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/7e/4a/20/7e4a20de6c2eb0ea3f36505377d56a1c3964f6ea03c336d77c442c06e2fc3cce.jpg"
}
],
"submission": [
{
"mediaid": 9506319,
"url": "https://cdn.weasyl.com/~luprand/submissions/2490770/038d6ff62fed6704c9086ce2ff7f7760778eeaf2b8ea7398a5ecc52ae6f6a222/luprand-boss-monster-concept-butophidia.jpg"
}
],
"thumbnail": [
{
"mediaid": 9506321,
"url": "https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/40/19/86/401986cc5b7e95b9093d4a231bbe236a4d314cfb8934c092f330de95cb307459.jpg"
}
],
"thumbnail-generated": [
{
"mediaid": 9506321,
"url": "https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/40/19/86/401986cc5b7e95b9093d4a231bbe236a4d314cfb8934c092f330de95cb307459.jpg"
}
],
"thumbnail-generated-webp": [
{
"mediaid": 9506322,
"url": "https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/4d/49/2c/4d492ca6d85de6b869d07d8426494f3b74d54cd4ff8058837305f6662ac616b0.webp"
}
]
},
"owner": "Luprand",
"owner_login": "luprand",
"owner_media": {
"avatar": [
{
"mediaid": 9303207,
"url": "https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/90/51/df/9051df750ee97761a7eaeadd3757963dccacf9f57a31d77d4a50fab7c7fe2de3.jpg"
}
],
"banner": [
{
"mediaid": 4520009,
"url": "https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/56/36/26/563626f220c22c33b9e23d6b5556e82bb97d99ed65f0fe1e0d4a4f3c67014764.jpg"
}
]
},
"posted_at": "2025-05-11T07:32:28Z",
"rating": "general",
"submitid": 2490770,
"subtype": "visual",
"tags": [
"book_of_changes",
"boss_monster",
"cobra",
"concept_art",
"explosion",
"mechanical",
"naga",
"wadjet"
],
"title": "Boss Monster Concept: Butophidia",
"type": "submission",
"views": 28
},
".description.json": {
"description": "<p>The wind was steamy and sulfurous. Slate-gray clouds covered the sky, and the sea, so far below, was dark as blueberry wine. Nascent volcanic peaks jutted out of the ocean here and there, venting noxious fumes as glowing lava trickled out like fiery serpents creeping through the withered basalt. What feeble sunlight blundered past the clouds only made the surrounding seascape look that much more gloomy and foreboding. The Sea of Thermaia wasn't Hell, but it was close enough to remind Ailura briefly of home even centuries later.</p>\n\n<p>But that was far in the past, and the present was much more ... entertaining, she thought with a smile. Here at the Temple of Fire, sitting atop a seamount the locals called The Maker's Forge*, the Archcrystal of Fire was under attack, and the Crystal Gnosis Society in their vaunted wisdom had once more sent the Greifenstein Grenadiers to clean up the problem. After generations of indenture to those wretched Barlovian kinglets, bowing and mewling and having to play the nursery maid to an endless stream of royal bratlings, Ailura relished these opportunities to wreak pain and death on weaker creatures. You could take the cat out of Hell, but you couldn't take Hell out of the cat.</p>\n\n<p>This creature, though, wasn't as weak as Ailura would have liked. <em>Butophidia</em>, such a frivolous name for a bloated snake contraption in a gaudy dress, spitting gouts of flame at the Archcrystal and battering it with those useless wings. Leave it to that old bag of bones, the Grand Bijoutier, to make up all these lofty titles for all these ugly creatures. Did he have nothing better to do than--</p>\n\n<p>Ailura barely rolled out of the way just in time as the creature tried to slam Ailura with its wing. \"Mind your temper, beastie,\" she scolded, drawing her wand from within her robe. \"You've interrupted a soliloquy.\" While Tyrus kept the vermin distracted with his swordplay, Ailura deftly flicked her wand and sent a spray of sharp ice crystals at the eyeball atop its head. The screech of pain as it crumpled around itself, squinting its fanged eyelid-jaws half shut, was sweet in the grimalkin's ears.</p>\n\n<p>But the sweetness left a bitter aftertaste as Butophidia reared up once more, arching its back as it loosed a deafening shriek. The air in front of the creature seemed to rip itself open for a moment, sparking an explosion of such heat and force that it cracked the stone columns nearby and threw the little war band to the ground. As Ailura gingerly stood up once more, the scent of burning fabric caught her nose. She sneered and raised her wand once more.</p>\n\n<p>\"You've scorched my dress, wyrm,\" she spat, \"but you shall pay that debt. I'll take yours off of your corpse!\"</p>\n\n<hr>\n<ul><li><em>Ararchi Darbnotsi</em> in their tongue, but she'd already learned enough languages for three lifetimes and wasn't about to make room for another if she could help it. How convenient, then, that she could cajole Robert -- Justin, rather -- into magically translating for her. It was so gratifying when the manling made himself useful. </li>\n</ul>"
}
}
}
.api.json · embedded sidecar fallback Download
{
"_resolved_user_dir": "luprand",
"comments": 0,
"description": "<p>The wind was steamy and sulfurous. Slate-gray clouds covered the sky, and the sea, so far below, was dark as blueberry wine. Nascent volcanic peaks jutted out of the ocean here and there, venting noxious fumes as glowing lava trickled out like fiery serpents creeping through the withered basalt. What feeble sunlight blundered past the clouds only made the surrounding seascape look that much more gloomy and foreboding. The Sea of Thermaia wasn't Hell, but it was close enough to remind Ailura briefly of home even centuries later.</p>\n\n<p>But that was far in the past, and the present was much more ... entertaining, she thought with a smile. Here at the Temple of Fire, sitting atop a seamount the locals called The Maker's Forge*, the Archcrystal of Fire was under attack, and the Crystal Gnosis Society in their vaunted wisdom had once more sent the Greifenstein Grenadiers to clean up the problem. After generations of indenture to those wretched Barlovian kinglets, bowing and mewling and having to play the nursery maid to an endless stream of royal bratlings, Ailura relished these opportunities to wreak pain and death on weaker creatures. You could take the cat out of Hell, but you couldn't take Hell out of the cat.</p>\n\n<p>This creature, though, wasn't as weak as Ailura would have liked. <em>Butophidia</em>, such a frivolous name for a bloated snake contraption in a gaudy dress, spitting gouts of flame at the Archcrystal and battering it with those useless wings. Leave it to that old bag of bones, the Grand Bijoutier, to make up all these lofty titles for all these ugly creatures. Did he have nothing better to do than--</p>\n\n<p>Ailura barely rolled out of the way just in time as the creature tried to slam Ailura with its wing. \"Mind your temper, beastie,\" she scolded, drawing her wand from within her robe. \"You've interrupted a soliloquy.\" While Tyrus kept the vermin distracted with his swordplay, Ailura deftly flicked her wand and sent a spray of sharp ice crystals at the eyeball atop its head. The screech of pain as it crumpled around itself, squinting its fanged eyelid-jaws half shut, was sweet in the grimalkin's ears.</p>\n\n<p>But the sweetness left a bitter aftertaste as Butophidia reared up once more, arching its back as it loosed a deafening shriek. The air in front of the creature seemed to rip itself open for a moment, sparking an explosion of such heat and force that it cracked the stone columns nearby and threw the little war band to the ground. As Ailura gingerly stood up once more, the scent of burning fabric caught her nose. She sneered and raised her wand once more.</p>\n\n<p>\"You've scorched my dress, wyrm,\" she spat, \"but you shall pay that debt. I'll take yours off of your corpse!\"</p>\n\n<hr>\n<ul><li><em>Ararchi Darbnotsi</em> in their tongue, but she'd already learned enough languages for three lifetimes and wasn't about to make room for another if she could help it. How convenient, then, that she could cajole Robert -- Justin, rather -- into magically translating for her. It was so gratifying when the manling made himself useful. </li>\n</ul>",
"embedlink": null,
"favorited": false,
"favorites": 0,
"folder_name": "Book of Changes",
"folderid": 123567,
"friends_only": false,
"link": "https://www.weasyl.com/submission/2490770/boss-monster-concept-butophidia",
"media": {
"cover": [
{
"mediaid": 9506320,
"url": "https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/7e/4a/20/7e4a20de6c2eb0ea3f36505377d56a1c3964f6ea03c336d77c442c06e2fc3cce.jpg"
}
],
"submission": [
{
"mediaid": 9506319,
"url": "https://cdn.weasyl.com/~luprand/submissions/2490770/038d6ff62fed6704c9086ce2ff7f7760778eeaf2b8ea7398a5ecc52ae6f6a222/luprand-boss-monster-concept-butophidia.jpg"
}
],
"thumbnail": [
{
"mediaid": 9506321,
"url": "https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/40/19/86/401986cc5b7e95b9093d4a231bbe236a4d314cfb8934c092f330de95cb307459.jpg"
}
],
"thumbnail-generated": [
{
"mediaid": 9506321,
"url": "https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/40/19/86/401986cc5b7e95b9093d4a231bbe236a4d314cfb8934c092f330de95cb307459.jpg"
}
],
"thumbnail-generated-webp": [
{
"mediaid": 9506322,
"url": "https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/4d/49/2c/4d492ca6d85de6b869d07d8426494f3b74d54cd4ff8058837305f6662ac616b0.webp"
}
]
},
"owner": "Luprand",
"owner_login": "luprand",
"owner_media": {
"avatar": [
{
"mediaid": 9303207,
"url": "https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/90/51/df/9051df750ee97761a7eaeadd3757963dccacf9f57a31d77d4a50fab7c7fe2de3.jpg"
}
],
"banner": [
{
"mediaid": 4520009,
"url": "https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/56/36/26/563626f220c22c33b9e23d6b5556e82bb97d99ed65f0fe1e0d4a4f3c67014764.jpg"
}
]
},
"posted_at": "2025-05-11T07:32:28Z",
"rating": "general",
"submitid": 2490770,
"subtype": "visual",
"tags": [
"book_of_changes",
"boss_monster",
"cobra",
"concept_art",
"explosion",
"mechanical",
"naga",
"wadjet"
],
"title": "Boss Monster Concept: Butophidia",
"type": "submission",
"views": 28
}
.description.json · embedded sidecar fallback Download
{
"description": "<p>The wind was steamy and sulfurous. Slate-gray clouds covered the sky, and the sea, so far below, was dark as blueberry wine. Nascent volcanic peaks jutted out of the ocean here and there, venting noxious fumes as glowing lava trickled out like fiery serpents creeping through the withered basalt. What feeble sunlight blundered past the clouds only made the surrounding seascape look that much more gloomy and foreboding. The Sea of Thermaia wasn't Hell, but it was close enough to remind Ailura briefly of home even centuries later.</p>\n\n<p>But that was far in the past, and the present was much more ... entertaining, she thought with a smile. Here at the Temple of Fire, sitting atop a seamount the locals called The Maker's Forge*, the Archcrystal of Fire was under attack, and the Crystal Gnosis Society in their vaunted wisdom had once more sent the Greifenstein Grenadiers to clean up the problem. After generations of indenture to those wretched Barlovian kinglets, bowing and mewling and having to play the nursery maid to an endless stream of royal bratlings, Ailura relished these opportunities to wreak pain and death on weaker creatures. You could take the cat out of Hell, but you couldn't take Hell out of the cat.</p>\n\n<p>This creature, though, wasn't as weak as Ailura would have liked. <em>Butophidia</em>, such a frivolous name for a bloated snake contraption in a gaudy dress, spitting gouts of flame at the Archcrystal and battering it with those useless wings. Leave it to that old bag of bones, the Grand Bijoutier, to make up all these lofty titles for all these ugly creatures. Did he have nothing better to do than--</p>\n\n<p>Ailura barely rolled out of the way just in time as the creature tried to slam Ailura with its wing. \"Mind your temper, beastie,\" she scolded, drawing her wand from within her robe. \"You've interrupted a soliloquy.\" While Tyrus kept the vermin distracted with his swordplay, Ailura deftly flicked her wand and sent a spray of sharp ice crystals at the eyeball atop its head. The screech of pain as it crumpled around itself, squinting its fanged eyelid-jaws half shut, was sweet in the grimalkin's ears.</p>\n\n<p>But the sweetness left a bitter aftertaste as Butophidia reared up once more, arching its back as it loosed a deafening shriek. The air in front of the creature seemed to rip itself open for a moment, sparking an explosion of such heat and force that it cracked the stone columns nearby and threw the little war band to the ground. As Ailura gingerly stood up once more, the scent of burning fabric caught her nose. She sneered and raised her wand once more.</p>\n\n<p>\"You've scorched my dress, wyrm,\" she spat, \"but you shall pay that debt. I'll take yours off of your corpse!\"</p>\n\n<hr>\n<ul><li><em>Ararchi Darbnotsi</em> in their tongue, but she'd already learned enough languages for three lifetimes and wasn't about to make room for another if she could help it. How convenient, then, that she could cajole Robert -- Justin, rather -- into magically translating for her. It was so gratifying when the manling made himself useful. </li>\n</ul>"
}