Sorry I’ve been playing OoT ever since thesis finished and I couldn’t resist. I’ll get back to finishing commissions now.
d’aah lil’ link <3
Animal Crossing: New Leaf 3DS XL bundle for the U.S.
As expected! Priced at $219, releasing with the game on June 9.
PREORDER Animal Crossing: New Leaf ($5 OFF, June 9), upcoming gamesGIMME THAT POP TART
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warrior princess zelda, off to kick some ass!
i wanted to do a redesign of zelda as a fighting princess! she’d be the protagonist of her own adventure while still filling her role as princess.
i wanted to stay true to her original princess outfits while paying some homage to her sheikah days (as well as a little gerudo influence, since i love them!)
MAJORA’S MASK
Since our interview with him last June, we’ve known that Barret Biggers is a juggernaut of talent. His latest design for Majora’s Mask though sets a new standard for his talent that all preceding designs will be compared to—it’s as striking as it is creepy.
Prints of Majora’s Mask, as well as many of his other designs, can be purchased on Etsy.
there’s no vakarian without shepard
Garrus Vakarian’s too stubborn not to live to a ripe old age. A calibration a day keeps the medics away.
Anyway, somebody has to teach young turians these days what it means to be made of steel.
But, organized acts of valor and compassion just…aren’t his thing. Not anymore. There was only ever one crew, led by one commander, and that’s been relegated to the same place as the rest of their war heroes. They’re found around the galaxy as statues now. On datapad applications and plaques scattered through the Citadel. They’re in museums—and, of course, museum shops.
Shepard. Get your Shepard here.
Now and then, here and there, Garrus passes by a Commander Shepard holo-card or an action figure. ‘The hair’s all wrong,’ he says, or, ‘They never get the smile right, do they?’
That’s because they never consult the real experts in Shepard memorabilia.
There’s an Urdnot Shepard out there. An Urdnot Garrus, too, though luck hasn’t favored him in quite the same way. There are no little Vakarians, but Garrus prefers to leave his marks more subtly than krogan, thank you. ‘Tell me, Wrex,’ he says over a vid-call one late afternoon, ‘did you just…run out of names that sounded like physical exertion after a while? Where’s little Urdnot Unf and Urdnot Whammo?’
‘You old bastard,’ Wrex replies.
He’s old now.
He’s so damn old.
And in time, he’ll slip away, though he’s hell-bent as always not to make the exit peaceful. Just a hand holding a few dog tags. Big turian fingers against a simple chain, so easily broken. For some reason, all this time… It’s held fast, never snapping. Until Commander Shepard is nothing but the glint of light off the arc of a visor like the suns in the milky way. All that and more, quieter than a drop of rain.
Garrus Vakarian’s too stubborn not to live to a ripe old age. But it’s not really living, is it?
No; not the way it used to be.
the earth is hollow.
((really inspired by this game rn oh mygod))>8U LET IT CONTINUE TO INSPIRE YOU
Oh that’s awesome. :)
I’m just exiting the tavern in Riverwood, when a fucking blood dragon flies overhead screaming and shooting his ice shit everywhere. Then this asshole runs up to me all like “GOT A LETTER FOR YOU.”
like I’m sorry can this wait, I mean there’s A DRAGON THAT WANTS TO BURN US ALIVE WITH ICE
so I skip through his dialog so I can run and find some cover. Then I open up the letter he gave me and it’s an inheritance from my good friend Alvor.
I have no idea who Alvor is, so I shrug this off and continue running through the town, taking cover where I can and shooting arrows at the blood dragon as he flies around screaming. Then I come across some bodies.
WELL WHAT DO YOU FUCKING KNOW, IT’S ALVOR. He literally just died two minutes ago when the dragon arrived. Now I recognize him, he’s the nice guy who takes you in at the beginning of the game. Okay, so this is unfortunate. But then I come across some more bodies
IT’S ALVOR’S FUCKING WIFE. THIS FUCKING DRAGON KILLED THIS MAN AND HIS FUCKING WIFE. Also every guard in the town. Also every other person in the town apparently. I mean how much more of an asshole could you be?
So while I’m fighting this bastard dragon who managed to slaughter the entire town of Riverwood, I run over to the blacksmith’s, (who was Alvor), and take cover under the awning. There I find this adorbz little thing, just sitting there tanning leather, not giving a fuck.
I need some time to heal, and I’m completely safe from the dragon here. So I decide to strike up a conversation with her.
She sighs, and I ask her what’s wrong, to which she responds, “My parents died. Now I’m all alone.” And I realize, this is Alvor’s daughter. She literally just lost her parents and the bastard who killed them is still flying circles above us. And I feel for her. So I do what any noble dragonborn would do.
Yes, I adopted her, in the middle of a dragon attack. The dragon now lands on top of poor Alvor’s house. Now, I’m determined to get the dragon as far away from my newly adopted daughter as possible, lest she be slaughtered like the rest of her family. So I turn and run down the road.
Here I run into Old Lady Fuckface, who just so happens to be the only other person in the town who survived. The dragon lands on the mill across the river, while Fuckface runs circles around me screaming “IT’S A DRAGON,” yes, thank you
Now I find myself in a position where I can just crouch behind this low wall, heal myself, pop up and stick a few arrows in the bastard. I’ve got him now, he’s going down. But no, that’s not good enough.
This bastard murdered an entire town. He killed Alvon. He killed his wife. He murdered a little girl’s parents before her eyes. No, I would not simply shoot this dragon to death. That would be too merciful.
So I whip out my skyforge steel axe and charge head-on at the fucker, he spits ice shit at me, and I hack and slash at his stupid bloody chin until he gets the death he fucking deserves. And then I slash at him some more.
Now, as is traditional after a dragon attack, the townspeople gather around to express their amazement. Only, in this case, on account of most everyone in town being dead, the only people who showed up were Old Lady Fuckface, and the fucking Courier (he doesn’t even go here).
Justice has been served, so I go to check on my newly adopted daughter, knowing that the dragon’s death would never fill the hole in her heart from the death of her parents, but hopefully it would grant her some closure. She wanders inside her house, obviously distraught.
I walk across the street and stand over her mother’s body. Such a kind woman. To offer me, a total stranger, food and shelter at the beginning of the game. She and Alvor, they were good people. They didn’t deserve this. They would want their daughter to be taken care of. I owed them that much.
I take the house key from Mrs. Alvor’s body and go inside her house. There I find THIS ASSHOLE, just casually munching on bread like he has no idea the horrors that just went down outside.
HODVAR, SERIOUSLY? AFTER ALL WE’VE BEEN THROUGH? AFTER THESE KIND PEOPLE TOOK YOU IN AND GAVE YOU SHELTER??? AND NOW THEY’RE DEAD AND THEIR DAUGHTER IS AN ORPHAN AND YOU’RE JUST SITTING THERE EATING BREAD??? Between this guy and the death of Dorthe’s parents, I’m just so pissed that I fus ro dah the whole fucking table at him.
Hadvar, you deserve to be stuck in that fucking chair. The least you could have done was come outside and tried to help like the rest of us. Not eat bread. Jesus Christ.
So now I find Dorthe, and she tells me to “Hang on, I’ve gotta go pack my things and say goodbye to everyone.” She leads me outside, and I follow her onto the front porch, feet from her mother and father’s corpses. She turns to me and says “Thank you for all you’re doing for me. Thank you so much. I promise to be the best daughter ever.” And this, quite frankly, is where my heart breaks.
I go back to my home in Falkreath where she’s there waiting for me, she runs up to me and again thanks me, and compliments my house. “It’s everything I ever wanted. It’s like I have a family again. Thank you!” I can’t take this anymore.
This girl, she’s been through so much, and yet she stayed so strong. She watched her parents murdered by a blood dragon and didn’t even bat an eye. She just got up and moved on. She even brought me some “nice shiny things. I hope you like them.” They turned out to be just some flowers and human flesh, but it’s the thought that counts. Dorthe is the bravest person I’ve ever met. She has the courage I wish I had, the resolve I could never hope to obtain. She’s my hope, my inspiration. A tragedy turned happy ending, my shining light in the bleak, snowy darkness.
