#Hal Outer Wilds

[outerwilds-events]

here's a little mini comic for @pikamusume !! i really hope you like it!

Submitted by: @burning-basil

[carolkinopf]

i think they'd love to play tunic (especially hal)

[ilovespacefumez]

Shipp drawing challenge! Some friends at dc chose the characters and i had to draw them kissing in different ways so yeah this shipp account is back!!! Though fron now on I'll probably use it as a post dump too since I don't draw ships as much as I doodle stuff (which aren't worth enough to go to main) so yeah! enjoy!

Closeups!

esker/rutile // attlehearth

riebeck and solanum // solrie

slate/hornfels // slatefels

gossan/porphy // the best shipp ever

hornfels/gossan

hal/protagonist // haltchling

[sleepyseals]

[Image Description: Two unfinished digital paintings / sketches of the hatchling and Hal from outer wilds. they are standing with their arms around each other and the hatchling has their head leaning on hal's shoulder as hal watches the supernova in the distance through the doorway of the museum. the first image is the scene viewed from behind with everything lit in bright blue with dark shadows. the second image shows hal's face looking in fear towards the light and is only partially colored, the rest sketched over a gray background. End Image Description.]

something you'll run back in for when the house burns down

[redluminous]

Hal + the outfit I'm going to wear to channel their vibe

[pancakemolybdenum]

she out on my wild till i go supernova

[frostgnawdraws]

Silly comic of hatchling's helmet handle being used as god intended. This took me way too long

[anyne-9]

hallo just dropping by to dump some previous outer wilds doodles heh

[meruz]

outer wilds the space game? 👀 what kind of suggestions are you looking for? my favourite location are the brambles with the anglerfish, if you wanna try your hand with that :) or Hal if you just wanna do characters <3

cheating bc i already had the sketch for this just lying around but heres a young hal and hatchling.

[elwensa]

Hornfels is not one for superstition. But sometimes...

I know I am currently posting old comics, but I'm also gonna post the new ones!

I felt the need to draw a quick comic, something light hearted and wholesome. I had this little idea for a while, and finally decided to draw it.

the Hornfels, Hal and Hatchy relationship is something I like to think about. I think everyone had their little emotional support when Feldspar disappeared. Slate had Mica, Gossan had Porphy, and Hornfels had Hal and Hatchy!

[snoozie-snooze]

uhhh Hal & some butterflies :D

[outerwilds-events]

(The full piece is on ao3, it ended up a little longer than expected!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61783735)

(I applied for this gift exchange with my art blog @ria-starstruck, and got @lutiaskokopelli as a giftee! I had a lot of fun writing Hal and the hatchling and some timeloop shenanigans :D hope you enjoy!)

“What if…I was in a time loop, and I could bring you along. Would you want to be in it as well?”

Your best friend on the planet, in the solar system, in the whole entire universe, is currently all geared up and ready to go to space—somehow having gotten the launch codes from Hornfels without you noticing—and yet, they’re still on the ground, leaning on the little outcrop of dirt just outside the museum, next to you, speaking to you.

“Where in the universe would you even get yourself into such a situation?” You snort. “Don’t answer that. Of course you’d manage it, somehow.”

“Hey!” They shove you, lightly.

You lean back into their hand. “’Hey’ yourself. Would you want me to bail you out of your hypothetical time travel problems, too?”

“Since when do you ‘bail me out’ of anything? I’m usually the one bailing you out.”

“Yeah, and who was it that had to distract Mica the last time you got their model ship stuck in a tree?”

“And that was so nice of you to do, Hal.” They blink pleadingly at you.

But it’s rare that you get even close to having the upper hand in your little bouts of bantering. “I am so nice.”

“The nicest.” They tilt their head at you.

You rub the back of your neck. This is a fun change of pace, but you’re a little too unused to it. “What do you want?”

“What?”

“I mean, why are you still here? You could be…anywhere. Trying out the translator. Finally finding out what the Nomai have to say…”

Their ears twitch. “I wanted to find out if you’d want to get stuck in the same time loop as me.”

“You could ask me that any time though.” You turn to look them in the face, but they avoid your gaze. “You’re…not nervous about finally heading to space, are you?”

“No!” They cover up their sudden exclamation with a breezy laugh. “Done it a hundred times before.” They wink at you, and you roll your eyes at their obvious fib.

“Sure, sure, if you say so…” You sigh. “And…yeah, of course I’d want to be in the same time loop as you. I couldn’t figure that out without your help.” You nod at the translator. “How could you get out of some time loop without mine?”

They beam brightly at your response, but just as quickly, their ears droop and their grin disappears. “Hal, would you really want to be?”

You’d thought they were talking about some hypothetical situation before, but the lightness in their tone is gone entirely now. You don’t laugh as you answer in kind: “I really would.”

They sigh, and pat you on the shoulder once, heavily. “Good. That’s good to hear. Thank you, Hal.” Just as you’re about to ask them what’s going on, they smile again, the solemnity lifted. “So, I’ve been thinking of heading to Giant’s Deep and checking out those statues…”

It’s useless to try to pry things out of them before they’re ready to talk. So, you match their response, say something about the statues, about the one in the museum—you offer to go get Hornfels so you three could have a proper discussion, but your friend declines, says they just wanted to spend some time with you. You circle around the topic of their first launch a few times, but neither of you quite touch upon it.

And then, out of nowhere, so casually that at first you don’t parse the meaning of the words, they say, “Oh, and the sun’s going to go supernova in about five minutes.”

“Okay,” You say at first, and then it hits you. “Wait, what?”

“The sun,” your friend says patiently. “It’s going to explode. Supernova.”

You frown at them. They’re studying you with a careful sort of nonchalance—a little too careful.

Is this really a joke? You risk squinting directly at the sun with your lower eyes.

Wasn’t the sun once smaller? Was it always so red, so dim, with only its core glowing luminous white? Weren’t the stars once fainter during the day?

A sentence from the museum’s exhibit on a star’s life cycle drifts through your mind: the sun’s core has contracted, and its outer layers expanded. It’s a red giant now. Ultimately, it will collapse under its own gravity…

The exhibit feels inappropriately glib now.

“The sun looks…different.” You venture cautiously. This isn’t a prank. Right? No way. You rub at your eyes—it still looks the same. And that “same” is different than it’s looked for all your life. You think.

“Yep. So. Are you sure you’d wanna hop in on this time loop with me?”

You stare at them, stricken. “This is…real? You’re saying…in less than five minutes, we’ll all be…”

“…Yeah. But, time loop, remember. You’re not really dying.”

You lean heavily against the outcrop of dirt behind you, and slide down to the ground. Your friend joins you, squatting by your side.

You want to sink into silence, but…five minutes? Less than that? This couldn’t be a prank. It isn’t a prank. Your friend wouldn’t be looking at you with such a grave expression if that were the case. “Why…” You whisper. “Why is it happening? Why now? It’s your first launch day. We only just finished the translator…what about the Nomai?! How could we not have seen the sun starting to…”

“Oh, the sun exploding is because of them, I think! The supernova powers the technology they set up to create these time loops.”

“Wait—what? Why?!”

“It’s…a long story. And we have a lot less than five minutes now.”

Without you noticing, the sun has set, and night fallen with it.

“I’ll tell you everything once you’re in the loop with me—or! If you don’t want to join, I’ll tell you as much as I can now—or promise to tell you next loop—“

“I’m joining you,” You say firmly.

Your friend’s eyes gleam—with joy, with sorrow. “I didn’t know if you’d believe me,” They say hoarsely.

“Well, if you say it’s true…then I guess it is.” You respond. “Something…seems a little off with you, anyway.” From the minute they’d pulled you outside, actually, but you didn’t want to admit it. You look away and scuff at the ground with your shoe.

Your friend breathes out shortly. “That obvious, huh?” Their grin falls, their ears droop. “I don’t know how to stop the loop, how to stop the sun from exploding. I keep focusing on just…different things I don’t know…I keep reaching dead ends. There’s so much I’ve translated, so much I want to show you…I wish I could. I wish you could remember. And…” They inhale. “…And I miss you, Hal.”

You sniff. “I miss you too.”

Their laugh is watery. “From your point of view, you saw me just yesterday.”

“Sure, but…hearing the way you talk about it…I wish I could be there.”

“Well…I’ve got something new to focus on. Soon enough, you will be here with me.”

“Yeah…yeah.”

The trees and houses below the path from launch tower to museum are suddenly engulfed in pitch darkness, the kind you’ve never seen before. Rooms are this dark. Caves are this dark. Outside is never, never this dark, to the point where you can’t distinguish the horizon from the black of space. Only the little lanterns throughout Timber Hearth provide any light.

“It’s happening,” your friend says quietly, and you inhale. “It’ll be ok. It’s…the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You swallow, throat thick, and hold tight to their arm, watching the place where the horizon should be.

You swear you hear something—an impossibly dense, impossibly loud, ever-so-faint whump. A current of faint blue ripples past you, through the sky, and some distant burning begins to flare, coming closer and closer. Your scales feel dry—or is it only your anticipation of some intense heat?

Then you see it, the foam of some blue-white fire, spraying up like a glowing geyser, followed by the entrails of the only sun you’ve ever known.

Sparks of blue light streak past you. Everything ahead is silhouetted and consumed in turn by that light. Your friend was right—it is beautiful, but you cry out and hold your friend close as it swells towards you. Your eyes water and smart.

“ARE YOU SURE?!” Your friend shouts to be heard above the roar of your dying sun.

The ground rumbles beneath your feet, from the force of a star’s death. “YES!” You pull them towards you, hug them tight, shouting again into the side of their helmet, and in response, your friend’s arms come up and wrap tight around your burning body as your world ends.

[carolkinopf]

Hal, C4? ::)

hal !!!! ::3

this expression was so cute to draw ;v; thank you for the suggestion <3

[arrow-of-time]

[nephtheless]

My concepts for TLOOW Hal and Marl!

Kilts are necessary! (although probably not part of the AU)

Big axes!

I am dead tired *melts*

[redluminous]

Some doodles from a voice call in an Outer Wilds server Boat's Top 3 (Outer Wilds) Ships (in no particular order) ((I will pay money for art of them)) Chert + Gabbro "Cherro" Hatchy + Hal "Haltchy" Feldspar + Slate "Feldslate"