#i'm honestly pretty proud

[teka-chat]

Hey so if you were wondering where i've been this past week, uh. Well took my first dive into programming by joining a 3 days game jam ! It's not much because I'm a beginner as hell but here is what I made !

Please don't mind the fancy tagline, it's my first programming experience so it doesn't really reflect the deeper meanings.

[sass-squat]

Part 3 of the Linked Universe Winged Au! As requested, this time around we got our favorite wolf man, Twilight!

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Did you know that Ravens are actually oftentimes called Wolf Birds? This is because Ravens are known for their symbiotic relationship with wolves! Ravens typically help guide wolves to meals and get to eat as well in return. They are also known to "adopt" wolves and even play with them as they grow up.

Anyways, it should be pretty obvious why Twilight is a Raven in my headcanon. Mainly because of the irony of the wolf man now being a wolf bird, but also because I believe that the typical Raven behaviors and characteristics fit his character as a whole.

Throughout Twilight Princess, he is shown to be very good with children to the point where the people in Ordon Village all practically adopt him and he becomes a big brother figure for their children in return. In the Linked Universe, he often looks out for all of his fellow Links in a big brother-like fashion regardless of if they are older or younger than him. So while Twilight may or may not be able to turn into a wolf in this au, I headcanon that everyone he connects and forms bonds with become his "wolves" that he watches over just as any other Raven would.

As far as physical characteristics and flying abilities, I believe that Twilight is pretty decent! Ravens are known to be excellent acrobatic flyers and are actually deceptively fast compared to other birds. On top of that, Ravens are known for being able to fly about 100 miles a day! So while Twilight isn't as talented in the sky as well...Sky, he is still a very good flier and is definitely one of the best in the group.

Anyways, that was a short summary of Twilight's lore for this Winged Au! Kudos to those who read it all! As requested, coming up next will be our favorite little shorty, Four!

As always, let me know if you have any requests for who or what you would like to see! Thank you all for your kind words and encouragement!

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

RED LIGHT

[robo-dino-puppy]

moments in the snow

[natelia-aldelliz]

Some ✨innocent✨ ghostroach kisses 🙂 ~ahah I wonder what they could be doing~ 🙂

I wanted to train drawing kisses and my brain went "wouldn't it be funny if I stopped being in artblock just for a night" and here's the result. I probably won't be able to touch my tablet for like a week at least, per usual...

[lilyinthevalley-art]

Some old drawings I found while cleaning my room 😂

[missionkitty]

[Image ID: a digital illustration of the original poster's werewolf character, julian, sitting in a grassy, pastoral setting in front of a flock of white sheep. julian is in his half werewolf form, still humanoid but covered almost entirely in dark brown fur and has long pointed ears. he is holding a shepherd's crook as he smiles at a sheep that is looking up at him trustingly. /End ID]

that great pyrenees post talking about how they are some of the most protective, fierce, but kind dogs showed up on my dash several times the past few days while i was unplugging from social media for the weekend...

it made me think a lot of julian and i had to draw him as a shepherd--i also really wanted to draw a sheep!

[dimension-20-every-introduction]

Everyone Introduced in Dimension 20′s Dungeons and Drag Queens episode 2

[emberwritesinsight]

I SPENT ACTUAL HOURS MAKING THIS THING AND I HAD TO DOWNLOAD FFMPEG (and fuss around with it a lot and honestly I could not tell you how to do what I did) JUST TO RENDER THE DAMN THING SO I COULD UPLOAD IT TO ALL OF YOU. YOU'RE WELCOME. NOW THAT I'VE TRIED ANIMATING FIRSTHAND I THINK EVERY PROFESSIONAL ANIMATOR SHOULD MAKE ONE MILLION DOLLARS PER HOUR

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

girl help

[timesewn]

doing a deep clean and listening to lisa's playlist <3

[laugtherhyena]

Chapter 12 of -2+2 is out! With the last moments of the chill days and the start of our deadly life segment.

As always, I made something to go along with, but I'm placing it under the cut this time around because I'd like you guys to read the chapter first since I don't wanna give people a jumpscare here-

But hey, if anyone wants to take a peak, the choice is yours :)

[kg-clark-inthedark]

Here's chapter 16! The Outsider(Alastor) is a flirt, discoveries are made, identity crises are had - We're all having fun over here. Well except Corvo of course :) Preview below the cut:

After coming down the mountain, it didn’t take long for me to notice that Karnaca is a city of stories. There’s an exhilaration to learning the region’s legends that at this point rivals that of discoveries about my own life.

There are the legendary giant owls that supposedly brought the original Serkonan settlers down from the north. Imposing paintings of them adorn the interiors of cafes and shops, always catching my eye. I've overheard tell of a few specimens on display at the Royal Conservatory, but there’s debate over whether they’re manmade replicas or genuine taxidermy. One day I’ll ask Corvo to accompany me there to see for myself.

Then there’s the Karnacan wives’ tale of the Knocker at the Window. A hairless, pale monstrosity draped in flowing dressage finds children who stay up past dark. It’s attracted to the reflection upon window panes of dull lantern lights hidden under blankets as innocent young ones read stories to themselves in the shadow of night. It serves as a warning to those whose curious minds keep them from sleep. Children wail at the thought of such a beast while adults laugh at the gullibility of their young ones.

Then, of course, there’s that one creature of myth nobody can get off their minds, a being who exists outside of time and space, carrying endless knowledge yet withholding it from mankind in order to enjoy the show of its suffering. The preachers say he’s a temptor, drawing the innocents into the darkness, delighting in the way humans lead themselves to ruin using his gifts. Even average folk say he's a voyeur, watching the sins of all, eyes never blinking, always judging, and dragging the souls of the unpure upon their death to suffer in the Void with him for all eternity.

It’s the Outsider they speak of, of course. And nobody laughs at this story or debates its legitimacy, and there’s no evidence of his life to crudely hang from the Conservatory ceiling.

I now understand quite well how the tragic man-turned-god who I once wept for is perceived by those below his mountain prison. The Abbey have vilified him to the point that his supporters have been pushed into the shadows, their heresy punishable by death. And even those who don’t hate him don’t seem to have love for him either, just a desire for what he can offer. There are whispers of frustration in alleyways, talk of bone charms and runes that don’t quite work like they used to. Magic and connections to the Void sought by those in the shadows are harder to find. The Outsider has forsaken them, they grumble. 

Whether an overseer, gang member, or spiritualist, they all see humanity as victims of the Outsider’s whims in one way or another. His plight doesn’t seem to be a concept explored by this society.

Or so I think.

Corvo and I are on our way home from our short and painfully silent shopping trip when I hear it. It’s quiet at first, distant down the block, echoing softly around the corners of buildings. But as we grow closer, it rings clear as day. 

Music.

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[im-an-anthusiast]

The Butterfly Too, Will Follow

Twin island of black and red, swimming in seas of milky white. Santi had never really liked the eyes they were born with. Neither have they ever liked the rest of their body. Sickly pale and frail – they have always stood out, being so unlike the rest of their peers. Santi saw the unspoken words, and the looks they were given tasted like ash on their tongue. But that was all fine. It really was. Because someone understood. 

“You in there, Santi?” 

“Y-Yeah. Sorry. Be right there.” 

-

Two dark, hollow pits of a shadowy grey, swimming in an ocean of cloth. Santi had always found the featureless mask covering the entirety of their face, head, and neck to be comforting. Much like they did with the 3-piece suit covering the rest of their body. Dark grey and sleek – it didn’t make them stand out, but was fashionable regardless. Santi could always divert the curious gazes, and the whispered words dispersed like steam if they wished it. It was all fine. It really was. But no one- 

“Ah, there you are, Santi” 

“So I am.” 

- 

Santi swallowed thickly, doing their best not to let the stress get to them – and failing. They followed Gabriele closely, holding their friend’s hand as the two of them approached the mansion’s doors. They had never even seen such a... beautifully grand building. They felt out of place in front of such opulence – feeling almost measly compared to it. Still, Gabriele went on and grabbed the large metal knocker on the dark oak door. 

“I-I’m not... I’m not sure about this, Gabriele...” Santi said, a hesitant tremble shaking at their words. 

“Oh, Santi, don’t be like that now! My parents and I went through so much trouble to prepare all this for you! Surely, you wouldn’t want our effort to go to waste?” Gabriele replied, pouting, though her eyes were twisted in a smile. 

“I... suppose not.” 

“Good answer,” she cooed sweetly, with what Santi thought might be a condescending smirk twisting her features for just a second before melting into a smile instead. Gabriele rapped at the door with the heavy-looking knocker, the vibrations of metal against wood rattling Santi to their core. 

- 

Santi sighed deeply, hoping to release their stress along with their breath – and failing. They followed Gabriele cautiously, keeping in mind where her hands were as the two of them approached the limousine’s doors. They had never seen a car so grossly grand. They felt sick, standing in front of such disgusting opulence – everything around it feeling measly and dirty in comparison. Still, Gabriele approached it with almost-glee, looking back at Santi facelessly. 

“You coming?” she trilled, her voice muffled a surprisingly small amount. Santi didn’t reply, not increasing the slow pace of their stride towards the vehicle.  

Gabriele continued, “Oh, Santi, don’t be like that, now! I went through so much trouble to arrange this all for us. We both know how busy it can get for the other, no?” 

“I’m sure that you do,” Santi said with all the calmness they could muster, finally having come up to the car. Gabriele flexed her jaw and scoffed quietly enough that the usual person would not be able to hear. But Santi did. Regardless, Gabriele grasped the door handle on the side of the limousine and knocked on the window – likely signalling for something – the dull sound of knuckles against glass making Santi clench their gloved fists. 

- 

“Do you like it?” asked Gabriele, wildly gesturing across the entire dining hall with her arm. 

“It’s... pretty,” Santi said cautiously, eyeing Gabriele’s reaction. At Gabriele’s satisfactory hum, Santi let themself actually inspect the room. Orange lights danced across an assortment of dark woods and black stone, pouring from the lit fireplace in the far wall. The ceiling was incredibly high, with an assortment of metallic chandeliers hanging from it. Impressive though it all was, Santi’s attention was drawn to the long, tall table – it was like from a fairy tale Santi’s mother would read to them. It was beautiful – fit for a king or queen. Fit for royalty. 

“So,” Gabriele exclaimed, clapping her hands together in delight, “you wanted me to show you... Magic. To teach you.” 

“Y-yes.” 

“You want to be like me?” 

“Yes. Yes... please.” 

“Then you will have to promise to do as I say, okay?” 

“...Okay. I promise.” 

- 

“Do you like it?” asked Gabriele, wildly gesturing with her hand at the car’s interior, as she sat comfortably opposite to Santi. 

“That’s irrelevant.” 

“So dismissive,” Gabriele said with a huff, removing the brimmed hat previously casting shade over the blank layer of skin stretched over her actual face. Then, she took her sunglasses off, though her eyes were still clad in shadow – visible only due to the holes torn into that second layer of skin. Grotesque though it all was, Santi’s attention was still drawn to Gabriele’s hungry, arrogant gaze – it was like from a fairy tale Santi’s mother would read to them. It was sickeningly cocky – fit for a king or queen. Fit for royalty. 

“I assume you’re not going to be removing that ridiculous thing?” Gabriele asked, though she didn’t wait for an answer before scoffing and continuing, “So, you really want to know about... them?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then I expect you to cooperate.” 

“Sure.” 

“Really cooperate.” 

“Sure.” 

- 

Santi’s eyes were wide with wonder. Drops of liquid perspiration trickled down Gabriele’s face, and her eyes were squeezed almost completely shut. However, that was not where Santi’s attention was drawn. Instead, their eyes were glued to the small – no taller than half a metre – figure, standing on the table. It was dressed up in fancy clothing, almost resembling a doll. Its lack of a face, however, quickly shattered that illusion. Regardless, the blank, faceless figure moved around gracefully, its movements fluid, yet not natural.  

“It’s... it’s amazing! Can I do this too, Gabs?” Santi praised and asked in an almost-shout, still not looking away from the figure. 

Gabriele smiled widely, before saying, “It’s called a Puppet. And of course, you can, Santi. You just have to do exactly as I say! Especially for this next part.” 

- 

Santi’s eyes were narrowed with focus. Drops of liquid red dripped down Gabriele’s real face, and her eyes were half-lidded, staring at Santi in a challenging manner. However, that was not where Santi’s attention really was. Instead, they were focusing on channelling Magic into their hands – as they took their glove’s hem and stretched the glove further onto their hand – performing their Gesture. Feelings of doubt and uncertainty – Santi’s Magic – flooded the interior of the limousine, the intensity making Gabriele flinch – and drop the knife she had used to ‘unmask’ herself. 

“How in the...?” Gabriele muttered with her – now fully revealed – eyes wide, before speaking more loudly, “Right, Santi is all grown up now... This is how you want to play this, is it?” 

“With effort, to answer your previous question. And no. This is how I have to play it, Gabs,” retorted Santi, poison seeping into their usually neutral demeanour. 

“What was it that we said about cooperating?” Gabriele hissed in response, her face – paler than the rest of her deep brown skin and slick with blood – twisted in a scowl. 

“I was just levelling the playing field. This is cooperating – in the sense that we’re both playing the same game, on the same board, for once. Now, give me what I came for.” 

- 

“Don’t look at me like that, Santi! You wanted this, remember?” 

Santi stared at the slab of meat wordlessly. The flesh hadn’t even been stripped of the skin. It was still raw and red – with blood pooling under it, staining the gleaming, white plate. 

“Dig in, Santi. You wanted Magic? You wanted to be like me? Then eat it.” 

“P-please... do I have to?” they pleaded meekly, their vision spinning and bile threatening to climb up their throat. 

“Don’t be ridiculous Santi! You promised!” Gabriele snapped, though her enraged voice had a hint of an odd elation in it, “This is all for you! For your own good! Don’t you want to be better? Like me? Don’t you want to change – climb into a chrysalis and emerge a beautiful butterfly?” 

- 

“Don’t look at me like that, Santi! You wanted this, remember?” 

Santi stared at the images wordlessly. 

“Why so down, Santi? You wanted to know what happened to your family? Your parents? Now you know.” 

“Sh-shut up,” Santi growled weakly, their vision spinning and bile threatening to climb up their throat. 

“’Same game’... Don’t make me laugh. You don’t know my game,“ Gabriele said condescendingly, before chuckling and continuing, “I have to admit, you had me scared, there, for a second. I thought the old Santi was gone... but no, my pure little butterfly was just hiding. You never changed, no... I didn’t let you, after all...”  

- 

“I’ve always adored the saying ‘like a moth to a flame’. Imagine loving something so much that you are willing to die for it, to sacrifice everything else. But I think that such a person would also need to have nothing else – for the flame to be its only love, the only thing it needs. So that it is willing to get burnt,” Gabriele said, the skin of her jaw stretching oddly as she spoke. Hearing barely a slurred string of somethings – only somewhat resembling words – as Gabriele spoke, Santi stared at what seemed to be a short flap of skin stretching across the edges of her face, ending perfectly evenly – looking almost cut. “Don’t you think so as well, Santi?” Gabriele questioned, before suddenly – with the slightest gentleness – cupping their chin and wiping the mix of blood and saliva coating it with her thumb. Meeting Santi’s unfocused eyes, she continued, “Because if it has nothing else, can it even tell that the burning of its wings is not love? Does it even care? Still, it will fly to the flame.” 

- 

“I don’t think you quite understand, Santi,” said Gabriele, a strained, almost incredulous guffaw quickly dying on her lips. “Like a moth to a flame, like a lamb to a slaughter, I want the beautiful butterfly too, to follow.” 

-- 

“And if it doesn’t?” she continued both times, two snarling voices melding to one, “I will make it.”