#outer wilds tribute

[kokowray]

peace :)

[kuwdora]

Saturday Morning Vid Recs - Video Games

@poetikat ! So you like video games. WELL! I come bearing video game recs from around the Internet, deep into old vidshows of yester-vidding fandom-year, and my bookmarks and recs posts. There’s always way more video game vids out there, esp on AO3 - search for your video game fandom and the Fanvids tag and see what comes up in your results.

Some of these vids date back a decade or more and some are very recent. They’re all awesome and so interesting to watch.

Video Game Vids!

America by @beccatoria. Mass Affect: Andromeda. #colonialism

Hard Times by absternr. Portal. I laughed and cried. Gonna make you wonder why you even try.

Riverside by milly. Tomb Raider (2013). I see how everything is torn in the river deep", Lara PoV. Vid for the 2013 Tomb Raider game.

River by milly. Tomb Raider (2018) This is so fucking gorgeous. Stand and deliver. / Made for VividCon Challenge "Full Circle" in 2018, a sequel/parallel to "Riverside". Reverse Dance by @aurumcalendula. Dishonored. A great character vignette! Billie through the years.

Pop Galaxy by AbsoluteDestiny. Super Mario Galaxy. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️. I’m really in love with the use of the camera angles from the game, and this pop medley is very much a banger of 2013. It’s so much fun.

Scream and Shout by @rhoboat77. Assassin’s Creed. I’m forever screaming about how awesome this vid is in my head but now I share it with everyone. Forever shouting because rhoboat captured all of the game footage!! To make THIS VID. The skill and talent and sheer fucking perseverance to perform some of these actions in the game specifically for this vid. Everything is permitted.

Pop That Lock by @kuwdora. Final Fantasy VII: Remake. Cloud/everyone. Final Fantasy + Adam Lambert = my groove. You got the key to your release, so pop that lock until you’re lighter than air.

D U S K by niyalune. Outer Wildes. This game is gorgeous and this vid is so fucking beautiful and full of wonder and heart "The universe is, and we are."

We’re Here Because We’re Here by violace. Journey 2012. We're here because we're here. Maybe it's really that simple.

Brother (Last Ride) by @kuwdora. The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. The wolves of Kaer Morhen. I captured all my own game footage for this vid! A first for me. We face the fire together, brothers 'til the end. Never Seen The Light of Day by violace. Bioshock Infinite. This character study really takes you on Elizabeth's journey! Amazing song choice and what a game. And the truth shall set you free. -- A tribute to Elizabeth.

Birds, Birds, Birds by bironic. Wingspan. Tabletop game play, video game, trailers. Bironic has done it again and created something so incredible and something I haven’t seen before and inspired me and struck everyone full of awe and love. I got birdies, dawg.

9 to 5 by @eruthros. Lego Star Wars. This is so damn cute! It's a tough life for a clone trooper or stormtrooper.

One Foot by @kuwdora. Star Wars: Jedi Fallen Order. Cal Kestis my beloved. Taking this one step at a time.

Start Wearing Purple by @findmeinthealps Mythic Quest. Not a video game per se but about the people who make them. Poppy Li and Iann Grimm. Hot messes who end up making some great and terrible choices along the way. All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish, I promise.

Hurry, Hurry, Hurry by @marahsarie. Outer Wildes. This vid!! is so cute!! and wonderful!! All my friends and all the loose ends and this love of mine, 'cause I'm running out of time.

Anything For Love (Including That) by caramarie Mass Effect/Dragon Age. Thanks for the terrible romantic choices, Bioware.

For more video game vids:

Vidding community on dreamwidth - see the games tag: dishonored, carmen san diego,resident evil and more.

Vividcon Database: 2013 Video Games Vidshow

Spring Equinox 2013 theme: Game On! which includes video games (and sports game themes)

Vidding Discord: ask for recs from more vidders!

Previous Saturday Morning Vid Recs:

Women!

Space and Robots

Animals

Follow the tags to keep up with recs this summer:

#saturday morning vid recs

#kuwdora vid recs

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A helpful guide I wrote:

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[theficpusher]

Good boy by 28sunflowers | E | 2768 Harry is startled out of his thoughts by the needle going over one of his ribs. Thankfully, he catches himself and manages to stay still, but accidentally lets out a whimper at the unexpected stronger burn. He exhales slowly when Louis takes the gun off his skin, trying to remain calm. “Good boy,” Louis tells him automatically, giving him a pat to the hip.

Soft Wings by kingsofeverything | G | 4375 Harry is a Dolly Parton fan who wants to get a tattoo in tribute to her. Louis is the tattoo artist.

take your whole life then you put a line through it by sunflower_lwt | M | 5332 an AU with trans harry, an all-knowing cousin, and tattoo artist louis.

lemongrass and sleep by moonshinelouis | E | 5370 Louis is a tattoo artist and Harry wants a rose tattoo.

I See Your Colours and I'm Dying of Thirst by taking_sweet_time | nr | 6244 Harry asks Louis for a tattoo, but forgets to mention that he's got a little bit of a... problem when it comes getting inked. Shenanigans ensue. Or, a very dumb fic about Harry's fucking whale (maybe) tattoo.

Makes Me Feel Alive by hazzahtomlinson | E | 8372 Louis hated when people came in to get tattooed and couldn’t sit still— bunch of fucking squares is what they were. If only that had been the issue for his newest client.

A Simple Twisted Fate by Cyantific | E | 18125 Global rock star Harry Styles has some time to kill between tour dates and stumbles into a Doncaster tattoo shop with a desire for some new ink. He has a few other desires as well, but those he must keep to himself. Louis Tomlinson, owner of Twisted Fate Tattoos, has seen enough of the tabloids and thinks he knows everything there is to know about this world-famous rock star, and he’s not impressed. Harry may be one of the world's biggest stars known for a lavish lifestyle, crazy parties and entourages of women wherever he goes, but he’s more than just what his image and wild reputation suggests. Things take an interesting turn when Louis finds out he’s been helping satisfy Harry’s voracious pain kink. Bet he'd love to know that not only is Louis a gifted tattoo artist, but an experienced Dom as well. Perhaps they both have something to learn from each other, if only Louis would give Harry a chance. Maybe their paths crossing was more than just a twist of fate, but the universe’s plan all along.

Necessity is the mother of invention by words_of_my_own | E | 87502 Louis is the owner of a couple of tattoo studios that are not for tattooing purposes only. Harry works as a policeofficer and infiltrator, currently on a case that really only should be straight forward. What happens when things aren't what they seem, morals come into play, and when you fall in love with the one person you just shouldn't?

no hand on the reign by tempolarriefics | E | 137051 Then, he sees it. His eyes lock on the tattoo and he sucks in a sharp breath, unable to look away. His brain screeches to a halt, and not just because of the sight that is a half-naked Harry. There, on Harry’s outer arm, is an intricate tattoo of a large ship. A large ship which perfectly complements the compass tattoo hidden on Louis’ own forearm. “It’s that one.” Louis breathes, reaching out a shaky finger to point to the ship on Harry’s left outer arm. “You’re sure?” Harry asks. Louis nods. He’s never been more sure of anything in his life. He has found his soulmate. Or, a twist on a soulmate au where louis is a newly independent tattoo artist and harry just wants his soulmate tattoo removed. Of course, they're soulmates.

[evalka]

Come Around, my tribute to Outer Wilds: Echoes of the Eye

emotional stuff under the cut

A few years ago, I spoiled this game front-to-back for myself within a matter of hours. As much as I want to regret that now, I wouldn't have it any other way.

That experience taught me that missing out on things is okay, that your experiences are just as meaningful even if they're not what you're told is proper.

For the barely-functioning recently-out trans girl I was, this was exactly what I needed to learn and, honestly, given where I was, I think that saved my life.

Now, this game lives in my mind every day. Its community has become my friends and one or two even my partners. The philosophies woven into the narrative are woven too into my life and I'm finally, properly, living.

Outer Wilds, as funny as it is to say, I don't think I could ever forget you.

[mapleverser]

NEW SITE UPDATE!! 5 PART MINISERIES :333

it’s a lil tribute to outer wilds that takes place entirely in mapleverse. ideally it works out and makes sense if you’ve never played outer wilds. it took 2 months to write this 😭

[yandere-writer-momo]

I’ve decided to share some of my original work on here. Here is my 32 page horror one shot from Halloween 2022. It’s about a werebear

Revenant Part 1

This is a mature story for 18+. 

Triggers: Gore, mentions of Stockholm syndrome, slight noncon, masturbation, and sex. 

Totally unrelated but when I thought of a bear, my mind instantly went to The Revenant. Hence the title. There are a few tributes to that movie but the plot line is nowhere near the same!

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    Whack! Whack! Whack! Crack!

  Loud whacking noises rung throughout the forest, while sweat ran down a brawny man’s back. Dark eyebrows furrowed together in utmost concentration for the task at hand. To collect as much wood as he could before winter came.

   Large, calloused hands tightly grasped the sharp axe. The sharp metal shining brightly in the sun light, like a star in the night sky.  

    With a precise swing, the axe easily cut into the tree like a knife cutting into tender flesh.

    Winter would be approaching soon. And Björn had to be prepared for the cold since he knew there would be too much competition in the forest for food and dry wood later on. 

    A large flock of crows flew above his head, causing Björn to snap his head up in concern. Honey brown eyes began to study the now silent forest with caution. Something, or someone, has disturbed his forest. 

    There were no trespassing signs all over the outer perimeter of his forest, so who on earth was brave enough to enter?

    Björn tightly grasped his axe before heading into the direction where the crows had flown from. He was going to have to scare the intruder or intruders off. Björn just hoped he wouldn’t have to use any force.

  The further Björn went, the less trees there were… the less life. Björn hummed to himself in confusion. Why would someone trespass into the barren part of the forest? There wasn’t many resources out here or even wild game that roamed those parts.

   When Björn was in the clearing, fresh tire marks from a carriage stood out to him. Had someone strayed off the path outside of the woods and wondered into this section of the forest? Yet the horse footprints that surrounded the tire tracks told s different story, causing Björn to sigh. Another case of someone being chased off course by bandits. 

    Björn strapped his ax to his back, continuing his way through the desolate area. He needed to be sure that there were no bandits on his land. Those scoundrels were always pouching animals here, limiting the resources for the ones who lived in the forest. Björn’s kind especially.

    Björn soon came to a shallow swimming hole. His honey brown eyes scouting the area for any trespassers. Yet he didn’t see anyone or anything.

   Björn was about to leave until the strong smell of iron hit him. Brown eyes wildly glancing around in horror. Had a body been dumped here? 

  And that was when Björn saw her. A small figure laying halfway in a shallow grave. The dirt covering her lower half in a natural blanket. Dried blood pooled around her head like a morbid angel. 

    Björn slid down the slope to get down to the water hole to her. Tan hands frantically searching for a pulse. His breath hitching in his throat when he felt the faintest of pulses.

    Björn slowly moved her (hair color) hair from her face, his brown eyes studying her pretty face in awe. 

   Had his prayers to the gods been answered? Had they finally sent him a companion after all these long, lonely years?

    A soft groan of pain left the woman’s lips, Björn quickly snapped from his musings. First, he needed to take her back to his cabin. 

     Strong tan arms carefully lifted the woman up, his brown eyes observing the locket held loosely in her dirt covered hands. The picture of a handsome man with long, silver colored hair staring back at him, as if mocking Björn that the woman he held belonged to another.

    Björn snatched the locket from her hand, flinging it far into the muddy banks of the swimming hole. She wouldn’t need that strange man anymore. She had Björn now and he would protect her better than whoever that was could. He was sure she’d learn to love him. Time was on his side, especially with the rapidly approaching winter.

    Björn cradled the woman in his arms, read to take the two of them on the journey home. The open locket facing Björn, foreshadowing something ominous was coming.

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     “We found her carriage, your grace.” A scruffy man bowed to the ethereal looking lord, brown eyes nervously scanning the ground in fear. “And we were able to capture a few of the bandits, but she was nowhere to be found-“

    A loud slam rung through the room, the prince slamming his pale fists against his throne’s arm. Icy blue eyes glaring at the men in the room in anger. They had one job, to find his fiancée. To find his (your name).

    “Your grace. One of the bandits said they dumped her in the forest-“ Balder wildly swung his head around, stormy blue eyes staring at the nervous subject who had interrupted his conversation. (Your name) couldn’t be dead could she? His ray of sunshine, his entire world… she couldn’t be gone. They had been promised to be together since they were children and they had always been inseparable… Balder would know if something bad happened to her, he truly believed their souls were bound.

    “Kill all of those bandits and hand their bodies up at the gates. The people need to know not to mess with the Vetle family.”

     “We shall go searching then. Prepare the hounds.” Balder opened up the locket around his neck that held a picture of a beautiful (hair color) girl. His icy blue eyes full of determination. 

    “Don’t worry. I’ll find you.”

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     Björn gently wiped away the dirt on the young woman’s face with a cloth. Brown eyes memorizing every detail on her pretty face. To the shape of her nose to the plumpness of her lips… Björn wondered if her lips would fit perfectly against his own… Björn shook his head clear from his perverted thoughts, despite his itching to kiss her, he knew it was improper since they were strangers. 

   Björn glanced her direction again, his eyes studying the way her lashes lightly fluttered when he brought the warm rag to her face or how she pursed her lips ever so slightly in pain.

   “You’re safe now.” Björn whispered, eyes softening at her. “I’ll take care of you.”

    Björn rose from his seat beside the bed. A giddy feeling consuming his chest. He should probably get to work on building a bigger bed so the two of them could lay together… he’s never laid with a woman before so this was all so new to him. 

    Brown eyes gazed at all the books he had on shelves, a smile crawling on his scarred lips. He wondered if she loved romance novels. Those books were his only companion in this desolate forest… the only things that kept him from completely falling off the deep end from his unending loneliness.

     Björn was determined to show her that he could be a good mate. He’s take care of her throughout the winter as well. He just had to gather even more food and wood now, maybe even some pelts. 

     Björn gave one last look to the sleeping woman on his bed before ultimately deciding to try to find her the softest pelts he could find. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible.

   A hum left his throat at the thought of her being so thrilled to have new blankets. Maybe he should also go catch her some fish or even some sort of water fowl to make her a soup? Would she like a man who is a good provider? 

    Björn wandered through the forest, his brown eyes scanning for any elk or deer. Maybe even a moose would do… Björn just wanted to make her happy. 

    They were going to be a family after all.

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    A week had gone by and Björn was proud of his work. His companion no longer made pained expressions and her lashes would flutter whenever he’d run his large hands through her soft hair.

    Just thinking about her made Björn giddy. The rugged man wished she’d open her eyes soon so she could see her future mate. He just hoped he was attractive enough for her…

    Today was another day of gathering for him. He was hoping to get some more nuts and berries to preserve for the winter. Björn was proud of his jam making abilities and he was happy to finally have someone to show them off to.

    Björn continued his was through the dense forest, brown eyes lighting up when he saw some blackberry bushes.

   Björn reached a tan hand out to one of the berries before placing one in his mouth. A smile lighting up on his face when the soft flesh melted on his tongue. They were sweet with a slight tart kick to them… perfect for jam.

    Björn began to pick the berries, carefully placing them into a cloth pouch. He’d try to leave a few behind for any other creature that may stumble across this find, but now Björn had another mouth to feed.

   Loud flapping noises filled the forest air, a large flock of bird flying across the sky, causing Björn to freeze in his tracks. Björn took a deep breath before allowing his ears to shift into that of a grizzly bear’s. Small round ears now resting at the top of his unkempt head. The ears twitching as they began to pick up the sound of hooves and dogs barking.

   Either there were bandits in his forest now or a search party has come for his companion.

   Björn growled, his brown eyes flashing a bright gold. He wasn’t going to let his companion go. His unending loneliness was finally quenched and he would rather die than be alone any longer.

    Björn set his axe and blackberry pouch against a tree before shedding his clothes. Dark, brown fur beginning to sprout on every part of his body, his face slowly elongating into a snout. Large paws soon replacing his hands and feet, Björn hunching his back, his body beginning to elongate and expand. A giant grizzly bear soon standing where Björn once was.

    The giant grizzly bear stood up on its hind legs before releasing a loud roar. A few barks leaving it’s throat before it charged in the direction of the dogs.

    Björn wasn’t going to let anyone disrupt his chance at a family.

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   Balder lead a handful of men into the forest, icy blue eyes nervously glancing around. It was deathly silent, the only sounds being their horses trotting and the dogs barking… yet Balder couldn’t calm his nerves. The forest was never this quiet. It was almost unnerving. 

    The birds were not chirping and there were no animals rustling through the trees… did they know something he didn’t?  

   There were a few decayed signs outside the perimeter of the forest, but they were so old that they were not legible… Balder sighed in frustration. There were so many signs to not continue this journey but there was a possibility (your name) was here… and she was worth any journey. 

    “The dogs picked up a scent!” One man shouted from the front of the group, the dogs heading deeper into the forest. “The lady could be alive!”

    Balder felt his horse slow down, it’s head staring at the left of the forest, as if it knew something was there that he didn’t. A whiny leaving the white horse’s mouth. The horse rearing it’s head in fear. 

    Balder grasped the reigns of his horse, his blue eyes narrowing at the forest. Something was in the woods. Something that could be dangerous…

    Balder steadied his horse. A pale hand grasped at the threaded locket around his neck tightly. He had promised (your name) that he would always protect her… he swore he would save her. No matter what… Balder loved her… he would do anything for her.

    Balder took a deep breath before guiding his horse into the forest, following his men into the brush. There were only four of his most loyal men and five hounds… Balder was sure they would all be fine.

   The group of men headed deeper into the forest. The dogs leading them deeper and deeper into this labyrinth of a forest. Balder could feel the hairs on his neck stand up in fear. 

    Yet Balder had no idea why he was so scared. He’s been in plenty of forests and even a few wars. There had to be something here… and whatever it was, it definitely didn’t want them there.

    A whine soon left one of the dogs before the others begin to tuck their tails between their legs. The other dogs soon whining and barking, the dogs attempting to backtrack despite their master ushering them forward.

     “You stupid dogs! What are you doing-“ a terrifying growl filled the air. The horses crying out, each one rearing back in fear while the dogs ran off. The men all glancing around in fear.

    “W-what was that?” The youngest of the men whimpered, the young boy unsheathing his sword. 

    The other men unsheathed their swords as well, the men forming a circle with their horses. The men struggling to keep their horses still, since the horses continued to try to get away.

    “What is wrong with these horses-“ Before the guard could even get a word in, a giant grizzly bear had barreled into the group, easily knocking the men to the ground. The horses bucked their riders off in fear, desperate cries leaving their throats. 

    Ear piercing screams leaving the man’s throat as the bear proceeded to maul him. Blood splattering everywhere while the man’s comrades could only watch in horror as their comrade was being torn limb from limb by a monster of a bear.

    The horses cried before fleeing into the deep forest, leaving the men to fend for their own.

   Balder rose up to his feet, clutching his sword tightly. Two of his men bravely tried to save their comrade. Only for the bear to lose interest in the dead man, it’s large body easily swiping the men off to the side. One of the men screaming in pain, his leg now bent in the opposite direction. 

   The bear roared, grabbing the man with the broken leg with its strong jaws before harshly slamming him into the ground. While the other desperately tried to save his friend, only for his throat to be sliced open by the bear’s sharp claws. Blood spraying all over the bear’s face like a loose faucet. The bear then slamming the man in its jaws onto the ground again until his neck broke.

   A deep, guttural growl left the grizzly’s body, it’s golden eyes making eye contact with Balder. It’s scarred face throwing Balder off guard. That was no ordinary bear. That bear was a monster.

   Balder swore the monster smirked at him before it went to finish off his comrades, almost like it was checking if they were dead for sure. Balder froze in fear. His men lay still on the ground, only for this monster of a creature to continue tearing them apart. 

    “Lord Balder! Hurry! We have to go!” The young guard shouted, the young boy crying as he tried to pull his master away from the scene. It appeared they were the only two still alive. “We can’t die here. We have to save lady (your name)! Hurry-“

   The bear launched itself at the boy, the boy screaming while the bear latched its jaws around his left arm. Sharp teeth tearing off his arm with ease. Blood spraying all over Balder’s face. 

   The prince quickly snapping to his senses. Preparing his sword, Balder swung his sword at the bear, the sharp metal slicing into the bear’s side. A loud roar leaving the bear’s throat.

    The grizzly rose to its hind legs, forgetting about the young guard who cradled his torn appendage in fear. The young guard tried to father himself,  reaching into his pocket to pull out a small dagger to try to protect himself.

  The grizzly’s golden eyes narrowed at Balder. A growl leaving it’s throat, it’s large body easily towering over Balder. But the bear seemed to be telling Balder to fight it. To kill it.

    The prince gulped before bravely charging at the bear, Balder couldn’t die here. He had to save (your name)… he had to see her again. Balder had so much to live for.

    The bear easily swatted Balder off to the side. The prince flying into the air from the force of the blow, his back slamming into a tree. A crack ringing in Balder’s ears. Balder knew his rib’s were now broken from that monster’s strength.

    Blue eyes glanced off to the side, his broadsword laying a few feet from him. The prince slowly crawling towards his sword, trying his best not to alert the monster of his actions.

   The bear then turned its attention back to the young guard. The young guard beginning  to cry, causing the bear to release a few barks, as if it was laughing at Balder and his men. Were their lives just a game to this monster?

    The grizzly placed it’s paws on the young man’s head. The young man desperately trying to fend off the bear with his small dagger, ultimately begging the monster for his life. But the monster ruthlessly crush his head in instead by putting down its full weight. Blood and skull fragments now covering the bear’s front paws.

   Balder began to cry, the injured prince desperately  trying to crawl faster to his sword. He couldn’t die here. He wouldn’t die here. He prayed to the gods, to any god, that would let him survive this hell. To let him save his fiancée. To just see her one last time… to see his (your name)…

    The bear began to bark again, laughing at Balder’s struggle. The bear slowly approaching Balder, the bear huffing in triumph. The grizzly placed a paw on Balder’s forearm, stopping him just shy of a foot from his sword. Balder was so close, he was so close yet so far…

   Balder glanced up at the bear, it’s scarred face gazing at Balder in sadistic glee. With a loud snap, Balder felt his forearm snap under the full weight of the bear. A pained scream leaving Balder’s throat, the bear soon moving it’s attention to Balder’s legs.

    The bear placed a paw on each femur before giving them the same treatment as Balder’s right forearm. Loud crunching noises echoing throughout the forest. 

    “You son of a-“ the bear’s jaw was soon around Balder’s right shoulder, agonizing screams leaving the blonde’s throat as the grizzly bear began to shake him like a rag doll.

    The grizzly dragging Balder’s body over to a tree, the grizzly slamming the prince into the tree over and over and over again. Until the prince went completely limp.

    A satisfied growl left the bear’s throat. The bear dropping Balder’s body to the forest floor, golden eyes studying its handy work.

   Body parts and blood lay all around the bear. The grizzly glancing around for somewhere to put all the parts.

   A small cave soon sticking out to him. The bear growling before getting to work. 

    Balder’s blue eyes gazed dully at his comrades’ bodies. A single finger twitching before he went completely still.

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    Björn washed away the blood off his body. The dark haired man gazing at his reflection in distaste. Would his new companion like his rugged appearance? 

    His face and body was covered in so many scars. Ranging from other animals and even some from the men he’s killed over the years. Björn hummed at the new scar already forming on his side from Balder’s sword.

   Björn was just lucky werebears healed faster than average humans. He wouldn’t want to have to wait a long time to recover when he had his beautiful companion to take care of. A beautiful noble lady…

    “(Your name)…” Björn whispered her name, trying to familiarize the name on his lips. A smile crawling on his face. He knew he’d have to wait until she woke up so he could call her by her name. It was only proper for her to tell him her name herself.

    Björn ran a hand threw his long beard before pulling out a dagger he had stolen off one of the men he just killed. Maybe he should trim it down like that blonde fellow’s? 

    Björn continued to study his reflection. Ultimately he decided to trim his beard down and clean his long hair as much as he could. He wanted to look presentable to his companion.

   Plus he now had some lovely horse hides to give her. Björn really hoped she liked them.

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    Björn brushed his fingers threw his companion’s hair, his brown eyes softening at her calm expression.

    A few weeks have passed, he had noticed her leaning into his touch now. The action causing Björn’s heart to soar.

    Björn placed a gently kiss to (your name)’s forehead, desperately trying to hold back from his desire to kiss her plump lips. He wanted to properly introduce himself before he took their relationship to the next level.

    Björn rose from his chair from beside the bed, a hum leaving his throat as he stirred the turkey soup he had made in a cauldron over his fireplace. (Your name) seemed to really enjoy the soups he made, which in turn made Björn happy. 

    A rustling noise soon caught Björn’s attention, the wooden spoon in his hand almost falling into the cauldron at the sight before him. (Your name) was awake and sitting up.

    “H-hello?” (Your name) softly whispered, her voice hoarse from not using it in a few weeks. “Have you been the one taking care of me?”

    Björn quickly took the spoon out of the soup, placing it on the small wooden dining table he had before making his way over to the young woman. 

     Björn sat on his knees, his large hands holding her much smaller hands in his. Björn’s honey colored eyes studying her beautiful (eye color) orbs in awe.

     “Y-yes… I’m so glad you’re awake…” Björn nervously replied, a rosy blush coating his rugged features. “I don’t want you to over exert yourself. If you need to rest you can…”

    “Ah, but I feel like I’ve been here for such a long time…” (your name) replied softly, her (eye color) eyes glancing into Björn’s brown ones. “I don’t want to be anymore of a burden to you.”

    “You could never be a burden to me.” Björn smiled at (your name), the male practically melting under her gaze. “You can stay as long as you have to…”

    “You’re very kind.” (Your name) gave his hands a gentle squeeze, Björn trying his best not to cry in joy. “I don’t know how I can ever repay you… mister?”

    “Björn. My name is Björn Danner.” Björn brightly smiled at (your name). “What is your name?”

    “My name is (your full name).” 

    “You have a very beautiful name.” A chuckle left (your name)’s throat. The young woman gave Björn a smile so charming that it made his knees feel like jelly.

    “Thank you, Björn.” Björn shakily rose to his feet before motioning his hand towards the various books decorating the shelves in his cabin. 

   “If you’re feeling better, you can read a book if you’d like or…” Björn flushed before composing himself to continue speaking, “I could read a book to you…”

    “Thank you but I’m okay for now. I think I may need some more rest for now.” (Your name) politely replied. “Thank you, Björn.”

    “Would you like some soup? I just caught some turkey and I dried out the rest of it for winter.”

    “For winter?” (Your name) softly muttered. A frown was now prominent on her face. “I… I need to go home before then… I was supposed to be getting married awhile ago…”

   Björn clenched his fists before relaxing. He had already taken care of that situation. 

    “Winter will be here in a week or two already… I don’t know if you’ll have the strength to be able to make it back home quite yet.” Björn did his best to keep his composure, brown eyes shining softly at (your name). “I’m sure it’ll be safer once winter is over to head back.”

  (Your name) furrowed her brows in concern. She really missed her fiancé, Balder. He was a wonderful man who treated her so well. Balder would do anything for her… which is why she was wondering why he hasn’t left to look for her yet.

    Balder was the type of man who would send out a search party if she didn’t reply to his letters in a day. So she couldn’t imagine what he could be going through right now… (your name) just hoped Balder was happy whenever he was. 

   (Eye color) orbs gazed out the window, a frown gracing (your name)’s lips. Was Balder safe?

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   Balder couldn’t understand how he was still alive… or how he could still even walk.

    Balder stared at his body in wonder at the faded wounds he received from that monstrous grizzly. It was almost as if his body was regenerating itself even faster.

    Balder began to notice a change in his body as well. He was growing more body hair, his hunger was unending, he was stronger, more muscular, and he was even faster than he used to be.

    Something abnormal was definitely going on, but the lord just couldn’t figure out what it was…

    Balder grasped the golden locket around his neck with a smile on his face. The gods had answered his prayers about not dying so now he just had to find his beloved. 

    The blonde continued making his way through the maze of the forest. The insatiable hunger returning to him again. Perhaps he would go find something to eat?

    Balder quickened his pace, unaware that his shadow was now that of a large bear.

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    Living with Björn wasn’t so bad. (Your name) was slowly getting accustomed to her caretaker and his particular quirks. 

    “Would you like some jam on your bread, darling?” (Your name) glanced at the rugged man. She wondered how he got all of his scars. Was he a mercenary if some sort? Yet she doubt he possibly could be one, his docile demeanor did not give her any sense of danger.

    “Björn. Just call me by my name please.” (Your name) constantly had to remind her caretaker to not call her pet names. She knew he must’ve been alone for a long time and he more than likely became extremely attached to her, but he could not keep her here. 

     “Oh, I did it again… I apologize.” Björn but his lip, trying his best not to get frustrated that (your name) didn’t like his nicknames. She’s been with him for a few more weeks now maybe the Stockholm hasn’t set in yet?

    “Ah. It’s snowing outside, Björn!”  (Your name) gazed at the snow in awe. Where she came from, it hardly ever snowed. It was mostly just rain. 

    Björn’s cheeks flushed a rosy red, his honey colored eyes memorizing the way (your name)’s face lit up at the snow. 

    “I should bring some wood in to start a fire with. It’ll get pretty chilly soon.” Björn rose up from his chair, a soft hand grasping the sleeve of his shirt. Björn’s breath hitched, the male trying his hardest not to melt at the touch. Something below his belt twitching in excitement at the simple touch.

     “Please be safe, Björn.” Björn gulped, nodding his head since he couldn’t get his words out.

    The brawny male quickly shutting the front door, Björn shaking from the interaction. 

    Björn nervously shifted his legs, a soft moan leaving his throat when the fabric rubbed against his member just right.

   “Ah.” Björn placed a hand over his mouth, the man quickly moving away from the cabin to the large wood storage. Björn opening the door to it, shallow breaths escaping his throat. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment at how turned on he was from such a little touch.

    Björn glanced around the wood storage room, the man’s eyes glancing at a chair he had in the corner of the room. His large hand shakily holding his clothed member in embarrassment.

    Should he take care of his problem before returning? Björn glanced down, gulping at the sight of his noticeable erection. Björn sighed before slowly pulling down his pants, the large member springing up from its tight confinement. The light pink head already slightly leaking precum.

    Björn shakily placed a hand on his shaft, his breath hitching at the touch. He didn’t understand why he was so sensitive right now. Was it because she touched him?

   Björn slowly began to move his hand up and down, eyes closing as he began to imagine (your name)’s hand in his stead. Would she ever want to touch him like this? Could she even take him?

   Björn slowly began to pick up his pace, his thoughts racing in his head. Would she let him be inside of her? Would she let him give her his everything? His love? His seed? His offspring?

    Björn’s mind raced to (your name) rubbing a swollen stomach, the mental image of itself sending Björn over the edge. His hot semen spilling all over his hand and onto the dirt floor. Björn tried to calm his heartbeat. 

    He was so embarrassed that he thought such filthy thoughts of her when she didn’t even return a fraction of the magnitude of his feelings for her. Maybe (your name) was the reason he was slowly being driven insane. No. Björn had no right to blame her. He was the one with no self control.

    Björn cleaned himself up so he could return to the task at hand. He needed to make sure his darling was warm. Björn was sure she’d slowly give into his subtle advances.

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   Balder gazed at his blood soaked hands. A shaky breath leaving his throat in shock. What had he done?

    Balder gazed at the full grown moose that laid mauled before him. It’s throat ripped out by some sort of savage animal. 

    Had the grizzly done this? No… it wasn’t the grizzly. Balder felt that hunger again, his blue eyes widening as white fur began to sprout from his arms. Tears falling down Balder’s face in realization.

    Balder was now a monster as well except… he was much larger than that grizzly. 

    Balder threw his head back, a loud growl leaving his throat before his face morphed into that of a polar bear. The only human part of him remaining was the locket around his neck. The soft fabric of the string stretching enough to accommodate his neck for now, but at the rate he was growing, he was going to need to store it somewhere.

    Balder knew he now stood a chance against that monster if he wanted to find (your name). All he needed to do now is learn how to control himself. He didn’t want to ever hurt (your name)… never.

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    Björn rose up from his bed, his ears shifting to be above his head in alarm. There weren’t supposed to be any other bears in his forest. Not ones like him at least.

    Björn contained the growl in his throat, his honey eyes glancing at the form of (your name) sleeping softly beside him in the corner of the large bed he made for the two of them.

    Björn rubbed his hand through her head, (your name) unconsciously leaning into the warm touch. A smile crawling on Björn’s lips.

    He would check it out tomorrow. For now, he didn’t want to alarm (your name) of any danger.

    Björn bravely shifted his body to wrap around (your name)’s, the young woman unconsciously leaning into his warm embrace. A smile dawning on Björn’s face when (your name)’s shirt fell slightly to the side, revealing the soft skin of her shoulder to him.

     “You’re my family now, (your name)…” Björn muttered to himself, the rugged man placing his lips on her exposed shoulder. His teeth lightly grazed the skin before he stopped himself. “I’ll protect you.”

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     (Your name) felt disgusted with herself for enjoying Björn’s touch. She was an engaged woman and here she was letting this man kiss her shoulder while she was ‘asleep.’ 

    (Your name) glanced at the sleeping Björn. Her eyes studying the various scars on his face. The slash across his nose and lip being the most prominent. She had to admit, Björn was actually really good looking. 

    His medium length, chocolate hair was a little wavy and he had a nice full beard. He was definitely her type even if he was a little rough around the edges.

    (Your name) placed her hand on Björn’s cheek, the man’s honey colored eyes snapping open immediately. (Your name) tried to pull her hand back, but Björn grasped her hand.

    “Can you… touch me more?” Björn whispered so softly, as if he would break if he spoke any louder. “I… please.”

    (Your name) sat herself up, both of her hands gently tracing over the scars on Björn’s face. A few soft moans escaping his lips. The man sitting up now before taking off his shirt. 

    (Your name) gasped at the various scars and burns that littered his muscular body. Björn smiling softly at (your name) in an attempt to reassure her.

    “They don’t hurt anymore if you were wondering.” Björn grasped (your name)’s hands in his, a smile sitting on his lips. “I’m very strong.”

     (Your name) furrowed her brows. How could Björn say that? she could tell he’s been through so much. 

   “Björn…” Björn perked up at his name, brown eyes focused only on (your name). There was nothing more important to Björn than this very moment. “Can I lay on your chest?”

  Björn blinked, trying his best to process that. The man quickly lay on his back, his hand patting his chest. Motioning for her to rest her head.

    (Your name) stifled a giggle at his cuteness. It was strange to describe Björn as cute but there was no other word she could think of to describe how adorable he could be at times.

    (Your name) gently laid her head on his chest. Her left hand lazily tracing circles on his prickly chest. 

    “Good night, Björn.”

    “Good night, darling.” (Your name) couldn’t find it in herself to correct him on his pet names anymore.

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    Björn was so giddy. He felt over the moon at the progress he was making with his relationship with (your name). She no longer corrected him when he called her darling and now she touched him. 

    “Do you want any fish, darling?” Björn asked, a pretty smile resting on (your name)’s face. 

    “Okay, Björn. Thank you, I really appreciate you.” Björn swooned. 

    “Ah, of course!” Björn cursed himself for being so awkward. A small giggle leaving (your name). Björn was so cute. “I’ll go get some for you.”

    “Pease be safe, Björn!” Björn smiled at (your name).

    “Of course. I have you to come home to now, darling.” Björn winked at (your name), causing a blush to flush her cheeks since he caught her off guard.

    “I guess I’d miss you if something happened to you.” (Your name) fiddled with her hands. “I guess I’ve come to like you, Bjorn.”

   Björn smiled before heading out to door. (Your name) frowning at herself while her heart skipped beats in her chest.

    Why on earth was she falling for Björn when she still had Balder?

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    Balder tightly grasped the locket he had found beside a frozen swimming hole. Tears falling down his face.

    She was here… it might’ve been a long time ago, but Balder was completely sure she was once here.

    Balder tightly pressed the numerous animal pelts he had collected over the last week onto his pale body for warmth. Icy blue eyes glancing the area for any other sign that (your name) could be around.

   Balder was starting to get frustrated with his search. He felt as if he was running circles in this frosted forest from hell. It was impossible to know your way around here and he had been here almost a month.

    Not to mention, he had no control over when he was a bear or when he was a man.

    Balder huffed before making his way back up the watering hole. He was going to continue his search. No matter how long it took. He wouldn’t give up hope in finding (your name).

    But for now, he’d go to the cave where his dead men resided with him. Their corpses were a reminder of what he must do. Balder wanted to save (your name) first and then come back for his dead men once him and her were home. 

  For now, that cold cave was his shelter. His makeshift home.

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    Björn sighed at the sight of carnage he found. Various carcasses of moose and elk lay around the forest. This was definitely the work of a new werebear.

   Björn was careless. He should’ve made sure he killed all of those men before throwing them in the cave. Better yet, he should’ve destroyed all of their carcasses.

    New werebears were dangerous because they didn’t know how to control their animalistic urges or even when they shifted. Not to mention the insatiable hunger. 

    Björn was going to have to hunt this other werebear down before he disrupted the natural resources even more. Werebears are meant to be born, not created due to their destructive nature.

    And at the way this one tore apart the moose and elks, Björn knew this was the work of a polar bear. 

    Björn growled softly at the thought of that other bear finding his home and hurting (your name). 

    Like hell Björn would let that happen. He wouldn’t let anyone disturb his family.

    Björn continued his trek through the forest to get to the river. He was going to catch some fish for (your name) and make sure he covered their scent as much as possible. 

    He didn’t want to run into this bear quite yet. Björn needed time to prepare, time to put on more mass, and mod importantly, time to get (your name) to never leave him.

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    (Your name) happily ate the trout Björn had prepared for the two of them. Björn sitting in front of her with his hands on either side of his face, his honey eyes admiring her.

   “Björn… how long have you been here?” Björn froze at the question, a sad smile stretching on his lips. Björn sat upright, placing his hands down on the table.

    “Most of my life.” Björn replied. “My parents left me here when I was very, very young.” (Your name) frowned, pausing her meal to place a comforting hand on his right hand. How could a family abandon their child in the forest like this?

    “It must’ve been so lonely…” (your name) whispered, her eyes gazing softly into Björn’s. 

    “I have you now though.” Björn smiled softly. “You’re the first person I’ve ever talked this much to… I really enjoy having you around… I… I don’t know if I could go through that again if you left.” 

    (Your name) bit her lip. Björn was such a sweet man. He didn’t deserve to be here all alone in the middle of nowhere… it wasn’t fair. 

  “Well, my fiancé hasn’t searched for me or he might’ve found my carriage and presumed I’m dead at this point…” (your name) muttered, Björn’s eyes shining at her words. “At this rate I might not have anywhere else to go.”

    “Then you can stay here. I can take care of you… of us.” Björn excitedly exclaimed before composing himself. “Ah. I didn’t mean to jump the gun. I just really enjoy your company.”

    “I enjoy your company too… honey.” (Your name) tested out the pet name she had been thinking of for Björn. He’s been calling her darling for a little over a month or two now, so isn’t it fair that she give him a pet name as well? Ways it strange how she was warming up to the idea of being with Björn?

    He was so patient and caring… he always listened to her. He was even more attentive to her than Balder was… it was astounding how such a loving man existed.

    Björn’s whole face turned a bright, cherry red. 

   “Ah… honey?” Björn nervously fiddled with his fingers, the rugged man trying his best not to dissolve into a puddle of goo in his seat. “I… I like it.”

    (Your name) giggled, her eyes softening at her companion. She could definitely get used to living with Björn. He was so soft and sweet… like a teddy bear.

     “I’m glad you like the nickname…” (your name) smiled softly, her lashes fluttering against her soft skin like the wings of a butterfly. “I… I mean it when I say I enjoy your company. You’re very sweet to me. Even when I can be a little cold at times.”

    Björn heart soared higher than an eagle in the sky. She was starting to give into him… but he knew he was going to have to keep being patient if he wanted her to fall for him completely.

  “And I enjoy your company, darling.” Björn opened his arms to her, (your name) happily accepting the hug Björn wanted to give her. “So very much.”

   A wicked smile crawled in Björn’s lips, his honey colored eyes flashing a gold. Björn was so happy she was starting to see things his way. It really saved him the trouble from having to go to the extremes.

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    Today was the first day (your name) had been outside since she’s found herself under Björn’s care for the last half of the year. A thoughtfully made fur coat of various animal pelts wrapped around her small figure like a warm hug.

    “Honey. Please wait for me. My little legs can’t keep up with your long ones.” Björn chuckled at (your name) before slowing himself down. A soft smile resting on his face as he gazed lovingly at his future mate.

    “I’m sorry, darling. I guess I got a little too excited to show you around.” Björn gestured at the beautiful frozen forest. The trees appearing as if they were covered in iridescent crystals. “Right now it’s a winter wonderland.”

   (Your name) stared at the view in awe. Björn was right. The forest was very beautiful…

    Soft snowflakes slowly began to fall from the sky, their small, fluffy white bodies landing on (your name)’s head like tiny frozen kisses. 

   A giggle left (your name)’s throat, which in turn cause Björn to admire her happy face.

    “I’ll show you where the river is. If we ever get separated for any reason, meet me at the river.” Björn warned her, a stern look on his face. “There’s been a recent disturbance in the forest, so if you happen to run into a bear or a wolf, scream for me and I’ll come.”

    “But you wouldn’t ever let anything happen to me.” (Your name) smiled at Björn, taking his large hand in hers. “I trust you, Björn.”

     Björn gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. She was right. He wouldn’t ever let anything happen to her. 

    The two continued their trek around the forest until they came to the raging river. The two stopping for a break on the rocky bank. 

    “I’m going to go on ahead and cut a hole so we can catch some fish. The ice has a tendency to be thin in some areas so I don’t want you to fall through. The current is incredibly strong here so you could easily be swept under and drown.” Björn stated, the giant male motioning for (your name) to sit on a rock. “Stay right here, okay darling?”

    (Your name) nodded her head, placing herself on a large rock while Björn got to work. (Eye color) eyes observing Björn slowly treading through the ice, careful not to step on one thin pieces. 

    (Your name) then glanced around the clearing, her brow furrowing at the quietness of the forest. Shouldn’t there be at least a few birds or any sort of animals making the slightest bit of noise? They all couldn’t be in hibernation or migrated could they?

    (Your name) pulled her fur coat closer to herself, trying to shrug off the bad feeling she had. Having Björn there made her feel slightly safer, but she had a gut feeling that someone’s eyes were watching her.

    (Your name) glanced one last time over to the forest, a chill running down her spine at what she saw.

     There was a giant polar bear to the left and he looked ready to charge at them…

    “Björn!” (Your name) shouted, immediately alarming the rugged male, his eyes turning to her direction. 

    “Darling? What’s the matter?” Björn sucked in a deep breath, his eyes following her shaky hand pointing into the forest. Honey colored eyes meeting icy eyes for the first time in months. 

    Of course that noble bastard was a werebear now. Björn easily recognized this scent. The polar bear released a loud growl, the humongous white bear slowly making its way towards the pair. It’s sharp teeth flashing in the sunlight, attempting to entice Björn to fight him.

    “Run (your name).” Björn commanded, the male carefully, but swiftly made his way back to the rocky bank. “Run and don’t look back. I will find you.”

    “But Björn-“ Björn shook his head at (your name), his eyes pleading with her.

    “Go down the river. I will find you, I swear.” (Your name) meekly nodded before taking off. The young woman sparing one last glance, concern laced on her face.

    “Please be safe, Björn.” (Your name) then fled down the river, Björn quickly shedding his clothes, much to the confusion of the the polar bear. 

     A loud growl left the polar bear’s throat. Balder had finally found (your name) so why did she run? Was it because she thought he was a monster?

   Balder tried to chase after (your name), only for a familiar grizzly to stand in his way. Realization hitting Balder. Björn was the one who took his fiancée, Björn was the one who made him a monster.

    A loud roar left Balder, his anger and hatred laced in his battle cry. He wasn’t going to let this beast stand between him and reuniting with his love. 

    Björn snarled at Balder, the two bears circling each other. A deadly dance about to begin.

     Balder was the first to charge, his larger body easily shoving Björn to the ground. The grizzly jumping back up to its feet, it’s sharp claws easily swiping into the polar bear’s side. 

     Blood dripped from the wound, the polar bear hissing in pain. Balder quickly tackled Björn to the ground. Sharp teeth digging into the back of Björn’s neck, the grizzly desperately trying to get out of Balder’s hold.

   Balder was then flipped over, blood dripping from his jaws. Icy blue orbs glaring at the golden eyes of the scarred grizzly. He couldn’t believe his life came to this. To fighting a bear to save his fiancée.

     Balder roared, only for his face to be slashed from a powerful swipe from Björn’s claws. Balder was seething in rage. The hunger slowly beginning to hit him again.

    Björn huffed, his eyes glancing at the ice. An epiphany hitting him. Björn could tell Balder had little to no control over his bear urges, so why not take advantage of Balder thinking like a bear?

    Björn bolted towards the ice covered river. The polar bear growling in anger, immediately giving chase. He wanted to end this. He wanted to devour Björn for taking everything from him. 

    Björn began to dodge certain parts in the ice, careful not to alert Balder in what he was trying to do. 

     Balder slowed down, his icy eyes widening as the ice began to crack under him. Balder froze in place, the grizzly bear giving him a toothy grin. 

    A loud cry escaped the polar bears lips before he plunged into the icy river. The current sweeping him underneath the ice caps. Clawed paws desperately trying to swim to the top, only for the thick ice to prevent him from escaping. 

   Björn shook his head, carefully making his way back to his clothes. 

    That should hold his opponent off for awhile while he went to find (your name). Possibly even get rid of him already if he didn’t know how to swim. 

    Finding (Your name) was his priority right now at the moment. She couldn’t have gotten that far…

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    (Your name) tried catching her breath, her hands resting on her knees. She had ran the fastest she could to get away from the bear. Tears gathering in her eyes in fear. 

    She really hoped Björn was okay. A shudder left her throat at the thought of Björn being dead. 

    (Your name) glanced around the forest, clutching onto her coat for warmth. It was slowly starting to get colder. The chilly air nipping at her cheeks in the way dogs nipped at the feet of sheep. 

    (Eye color) eyes shifted to the thick brush, a small cave now visible to her. 

    Björn should be able to find her if she went into that cave right? (Your name) took a deep breath before making her way towards the cave. 

    A strong gust of wind nearly knocking her over, the snowfall steadily becoming heavier by the minute.

    (Your name) trudged through the snow, standing just shy of a foot from the cave. A vile smell filling her nostrils, causing (your name) to gag. She’s never inhaled such a foul smell before.

    (Your name) placed an arm over her nose, bravely pushing forward into the cave. The snowfall now turning into a blizzard.

Here’s part 2:

[samisha99]

Outer Wilds Main Menu in A Hat in Time.

Very rough set up but I wanna make something as a tribute to a game that I've fallen in love with.

If you haven't played it yet, I highly recommend it! ❤

[blackjackkent]

question brought up by listening to Breaking Benjamin and realizing i haven't added any new songs to my library in, uh.... a While. what are your favorite songs by them?

also bc i'm obsessed with these songs, i highly recommend Godhunter by The Aviators and Beautiful Is Boring by BONES UK. Godhunter gives me big DnD campaign vibes and Beautiful Is Boring is heavily tied to Bloodborne for me bc of a fantastic amv someone did on here. ALSO speaking of video games i'm obsessed with. Outer Wilds. 1, listen to Travelers from the ost (absolutely gorgeous song imo) and then 2, listen to A Terrible Fate from the ost. it's phenomenal in the complete opposite direction. oh god and also ABZÛ, that soundtrack is gorgeous, it's by Austin Wintory who also did Journey

okay i'm gonna go now before i start recommending literally all the osts i listen to lmao

also pls give Alonzo scritches for me

Ooooooooooh! Thanks for the recommendations! Godhunter in particular really slaps! I love hard-driving songs that also focus heavily on melody (one of the things that appeals to me with Breaking Benjamin). I'll definitely check out those two OSTs also; I love video game soundtracks as a work background. :D

My personal favorite video game OST is the Hollow Knight soundtrack, which IMO basically doesn't miss. (Though particularly shoutout to the theme for my boy the Dung Defender.) I'm also a big fan of the Guild Wars 2 raid soundtrack, particularly the theme for the Twin Largos.

To answer your original question, though - I love a lot of BB's songs (they form a very high percentage of my shuffle playlist), but these ones are probably my top favorites:

Failure

Anthem of the Angels

Dance With the Devil

Dear Agony

Into the Nothing

Unknown Soldier

Wish I May

Until the End

Blow Me Away

Forget It

Away

Believe

Also, shameless self-promotion since you mentioned liking AMVs - I'm still very proud of this set of AMVs I did quite a long time ago (a decade ago, oh God) during the depth of my Mass Effect obsession, using some of my other favorite Breaking Benjamin songs:

Mass Effect 2 ("I Will Not Bow")

Mass Effect 3 ("Breathe")

Citadel DLC ("Can't Hold Us") - Pentatonix, not Breaking Benjamin, but I also love how this one turned out. XD

Omega Tribute ("Breakdown")

Mass Effect 1 ("Had Enough")

One of these days I wanna do some BG3 vids in this style but who knows if I'll ever have the time, lol.

[unhonestlymirror]

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I am begging you, please stop using Himaruya's creation as "canon". We have history for this.

The reason why Ukrainians and Belaruthians usually don't say anything is because we are really damn tired of explaining the most obvious to us things over and over. Unfortunately, if we don't do that, there will be more and more people who genuinely believe in things like on this screen.

"Muscovy, on the other hand, grew out of the share of Yuri Dolgorukiy - "Suzdal Valley", or the Volodymyr-Suzdal Principality , located in the basin of the Oka River , the upper reaches of the Volga and its tributaries - Sheksna and Kostroma . The main cities of the Suzdal Forest were Suzdal , Rostov , and Vladimir . The earliest inhabitants of this region were the Finno-Ugric tribes, some of which were later conquered by the boyars of Dolgorukiy Long-armed"

"The ancient history of the Scandinavians often mentions two Finnish countries, free and independent: Kyrialandia, which stretched from the Gulf of Finland to the White Sea and included modern M. Karamzin Olonetska and part of the Arkhangelsk province, and Biarmia, which covered the space from the Northern Dvina and the White Sea to the Pechora River".

"That Moscow is a Finnish word and that the future capital of Great Russia was, using colonization terms, a “fortified trading post” in the Finnish country, everyone knows this, as well as the fact that the surroundings of Moscow were extremely densely populated even in prehistoric times, so depict the emergence of this city how the settlement by "cultural Slavs" of a completely wild place is possible only by ignoring everyone, again, well-known archaeological data. - Pokrovskiy M.N. "The emergence of the Muscovite state and the "Great Russian nationality"— historical science and class struggle. Historiographic essays, critical articles, and notes." Edition 1. [archived on 11 December 2019 at the wayback machine]/ Pokrovsky M. N.— M.—L.: Sotsekgiz, 1933— P. 267—284.

It's a russian source that they most likely used for exusing the attempt to occupy Finland in 1939-1940 . Finland has nothing to do with russia.

"Ukrainian historian N. D. Polonska-Vasylenko claimed that "In the territory remote from the centre of the state of Ukrainians - Kyivan Rus' - on the basis of not only a non-Ukrainian, but even a non-Slavic people in the 12th century - the foundations of the state organization were laid, which slowly began to assume not only a leading role in the history of Ukraine, but also to claim its historical heritage and even the name Rus, although it had no rights to that heritage or to the name Russia" . This is what the Russian historian Vasyl Klyuchevskiy wrote about the ancestors of the Russians (so-called "Great Russians"): "The first separate principalities into which, starting from the 12th century, Kyivan Rus was divided, were also not ethnically homogeneous. In the northeast of Russia, as a result of the subjugation of the Finnish tribes, a new ethnic group was formed, which in the 19th century was called the Great Russians"

"During the 11th and 14th centuries, a huge state populated by numerous non-Slavic ethnic groups arose in the northwest around the territory of the Novgorod lands. The inner circle of Finno-speaking tribes in the north — Karels, Votyaks, Izhorts (Ingras) and Veps — was governed directly from Novgorod, the outer circle was subject to weak indirect tribute authority. Finno-speaking Lapps in the Far North and further in the northeast also Finno-speaking Zyryans and Permians, Ugromov Ostyaks and Voguls, as well as Samoyeds belonged here."

"The emergence of Muscovy in the second half of the 13th century was facilitated by Mengu-Timur, Feodora Sartakivna, and Peter Ordynskyi. The 16-year-old son of Alexander Nevsky became the first prince of Moscow." - Alexander Nevsky, just another occupier who wasn't loved by people of Novgorod at all and became "Saint" in russia XV century, when a great historiographical myth about this prince began to take shape.

Prince Alexander really succeeded in intrigues against his own brothers and neighbouring princes. "Andriy Yaroslavovych (brother of Alexander. - V.B.), becoming the Prince of Volodymyr (Grand Duke. - V.B.), concluded an alliance with the strong prince of Southern Rus (Kyivan Rus; with such tricks they try to convince us that there was another Rus - V.B.) Danylo Romanovych Halytsky, marrying his daughter, and trying to conduct politics independent of the Golden Horde. But in 1252, Batyi organized military actions against Andriy and Danylo. Against the Galician prince, Batyi sent an army of Kuremsa, which did not succeed, and against Andrii - an army under the command of Nevryuy, which ravaged the outskirts of Pereyaslavl. In the same year, even before Nevryu's campaign (pay special attention to this fact! - V.B.), Alexander went to Batyi, received a label for the Volodymyr Grand Duchy, and after returning settled in Volodymyr. From 1252 until his death in 1263, Alexander (Nevsky. - V.B.) was the Grand Duke of Volodymyr." / "Batkivshchyna" magazine #11, 1993, p. 29./

"...it was Alexander's collaborationism towards the Mongols, his betrayal of the brothers Andriy and Yaroslav in 1252, that caused the Golden Horde to establish a yoke in Rus." / "Batkivshchyna" magazine No. 11, 1993, p. 30./

"The population of the Moscow principality grew rapidly due to the flow of colonizers: the southern, from the lands of Vyatichi and the Kyiv region, and the western, from the Polatsk, Novgorod, and Smalensk lands, as well as immigrants from Western Tartary. The incoming population mixed with the Finnish tribes - Meri and Muroma - who had long lived in these lands." Alberto Campenze, in a letter to Pope Clement VII around 1523-1534, wrote about the Moscow principality (Moscovia) that it was inhabited by various peoples: Yugras, Karelians, Pechorans, Vogulychis, Cheremis

In 1493, Ivan III independently added to his grand ducal domain a prefix - "all of Rus," which was not found in the Moscow princes in older documents and was not recognized by other monarchs.

"In all this [built by Ivan III] - in church and secular buildings, in the names and dedications of churches, in inscriptions or chronicles about the construction - there is almost no hint or even allusion of Kyiv's heritage. The temples, with some details of the Italian Renaissance, are generally modelled after Russian Upper Volga cities such as Vladimir and Suzdal, but not Kyiv. There is neither the Tithe Church, nor Borysoglibska, nor even St. Sophia (as in Novgorod and Polatsk) - despite the fact that Ivan's second wife, who obviously put a lot of effort into creating a new image of the capital, was named Sophia (Zoya). As for the gates of the Moscow Kremlin, not only were none of them named after the famous Kyiv gates (especially the Golden Gate), but the inscription on the main one was not written in Cyrillic, but in Latin! A hundred years later, Boris Godunov, in accordance with his grandiose plan to renew the capital, partially rebuilt the Kremlin and added a bell tower, and again, the same striking absence of Kyiv reminiscences. These people have never even thought about Kyiv." - Edward Keenan. Russian historical myths [Archived August 9, 2019 at the Wayback Machine]. Kyiv: "Krytyka", 2001.— 284 p.— P. 8-9

"The rise of Muscovy began under the vassalage of Ivan III, who conquered, either by force or by agreements, the lands surrounding the Muscovite principality: the largest trade center, Veliky Novgorod, was taken thanks to a crusade organized in alliance with the Tatars, the main slogan of which was: "force Novgorodians to appoint archbishops in Moscow" (the Novgorodians sent ambassadors to the canonical Metropolitan of Kyiv to consecrate an archbishop for them), as well as the principalities of Tver, Rostov, Yaroslavl and Ryazan."

"His policy was continued by his son Vasyl III (1505-1533) and grandson Ivan IV the Terrible (1533-1584), and later by representatives of the Godunov dynasty (descendants of the Chetov princes of the Golden Horde)."

British historian Norman Davis in his own work "Europe. History" describes the process of the appearance of the ethnonym "Russia" in Muscovy:

Muscovite princes rose from darkness to shining heights within two centuries after the Mongol invasion.

First, by combining conquest and bribery, they brought under their control numerous principalities of the Rurikovichs around the Volodymyr-Suzdal land. In 1364, they appropriated the hereditary title of Grand Dukes of Volodymyr.

Secondly, enjoying the favor of the khan of the Golden Horde, the Moscow princes received a label that gave them the right to be the main collector of tribute for the Tatars, they were responsible for the payments and debts of the rest of the princes. Ivan I (ruled 1325-1340), known as Kalita, spent most of his reign not in Moscow, but on the way to Sarai.

Third, by generously endowing the Orthodox Church, the Moscow princes added an aura of piety to their political power. In 1300, the Metropolitan of Kyiv moved his seat (residence) from Kyiv to Volodymyr nad Klyazma, and in 1308 to Moscow. Monasteries founded in forest forests were new centers of trade and territorial expansion.

Muscovites gained strength but were still vassals [of the Golden Horde]. It was at that time that Muscovites began to call their state by the Greek word "Russia," which meant "Rus," and called themselves Russians. These Muscovites never owned Kyiv, but the lack of grounds did not prevent them from considering Moscow the only legal heir to Kyiv lands. It was their speech that became the basis of the modern Russian language.

"Another strange and still unnoticed manifestation of the interruption of tradition or historical amnesia can be seen from the names that the Moscow nobility gave to their children. It is worth talking about the importance of this act for any culture, its symbolic meaning, cultural conditioning, and subjection to fashion. Historical sources from the time of Ivan the Terrible have preserved the names of thousands of men from the upper class. In terms of uniformity, they did not differ from names in other societies. The ten most common names covered 70% of the people, and the rest were rare. The most popular were the names of the rulers of the Moscow dynasty — Ivan (20%) and Vasiliy (10%). Nothing unexpected. What is really surprising if you adhere to traditional ideas about this culture is the almost complete absence of specifically Kyivan names. Among the almost three thousand names in the digit books of Ivan's time, there are no Igors, Svyatoslavs, Mstislavs, less than 1% of the Volodymyr and only three of Gleb. The Moscow courtier of Ivan's time would rather be called Temir or Bulgak than Volodymyr, Gleb or Vsevolod". - Edward Keenan. Russian historical myths. Kyiv: "Krytyka", 2001. — 284 p. — p. 9

The very fact that Russia, having received its name no earlier than the 18th century, claimed the historical heritage of Russia, created seven hundred years earlier, gave Karl Marx the reason to assert in his work "Exposure of the Diplomatic History of the 18th Century":

«The bloody mire of Mongolian slavery, not the rude glory of the Norman epoch, forms the cradle of Muscovy, and modern Russia is but a metamorphosis of Muscovy».

At the same time, the names "Russia" and "Russian" of Greek origin "literate people began to introduce into the book language" from the 16th century. - Historical grammar of the Russian language, compiled by Ө. Буслаевымъ. Fifth edition. Etymology.— M., 1881.— P. 5.

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 09/10/2023

skrillex tribute 2023

Season 7 Featured on: siivagunner's highest quality rips: volume

Ripped by UUN4

Look, I'll say it a thousand times - I am the LAST person you should go to in terms of actually comprehending and understanding music history and current trends. Most of what I know about what's considered good music and bad music comes from osmosis, and most of *that* comes from SiIvaGunner! But one thing I've known ever since the good ol' days of 2016ish YouTube, and the age of Montage Parodies, is that dubstep is fucking hilarious.

And I don't say that to belittle or mock the genre - like a lot of SiIva's backlog, dubstep music to be has the perfect blend of being inherently funny whilst also being really enjoyable to listen to. SiIva has been poking fun of dubstep music, particularly Skrillex music like Bangarang, since early on in Season 1, but there's been so many instances over the channel's life actually showing how to utilize the music for actual bangers. skrillex tribute 2023, too, uses Bangarang as its source, and is practically a ground-up instrument swap of the original Plant Kingdom (Act 1) theme to great effect. The tropical sound of Sonic Rush Adventure's soundtrack may at first seem like an odd choice for getting the dubstep treatment, but Plant Kingdom in particular fits the choice so perfectly - its a track that's entirely built on a repeating ukulele riff, which the Bangarang intro is a shockingly good as a substitute for. That single choice kind of lets the rest of the rip just run wild - so many Bangarang elements and samples are sprinkled throughout the rip, with only hints of the original track remaining, but it all melds together as so unmistakably "skrillex" thanks purely to that repeating riff.

Its a bizarre rip and a recent favorite, as I only recently listened through the album it features on. It simultaneously feels completely at odds with what the original track wants to do, yet fits the original song's energy and overall progression perfectly - it fits and doesn't fit at the same time. As one wise commenter says:

"My inner ear hates this, but my outer ear loves this. The dub-step-duality of Skrill."

[dunebrainrotmtg]

MTG x Dune Crossover

View the entire deck on Archidekt! [link]

Main Deck

Anointed Procession: Updated Art (no name change)

Arcane Signet: Atreides Ducal Signet

Baru, Wurmspeaker: Paul Muad'dib Usul, Wormrider

Canyon Jerboa: Muad'dib, Desert Mouse

Courser of Kruphix: Spice Harvester

Desert Nomads: Fremen

Desert of the Fervent: Updated Art (no name change)

Desert of the Indomitable: Updated Art (no name change)

Desert of the True: Updated Art (no name change)

Elvish Piper: Gurney Halleck, Balliset Warrior

Emeria Angel: Sietch Tabr Sayyadina

Enlightened Tutor: Bene Gesserit

Ghired, Mirror of the Wilds: Paul Muad'dib Atreides

Hazezon, Shaper of Sand: Stilgar, Naib of Seitch Tabr

Idol of Oblivion: Updated Art of Salusan Bull Head (no name change)

Impact Tremors: Fremen Thumper

Jetmir, Nexus of Revels: Paul, Lisan al Gaib

Lifegift: Spice Melange

Lotus Cobra: Lotus Nahya

Maja, Bretagard Protector: Duncan Idaho

Map the Frontier: Cultivating Desert Power

Ojer Taq, Deepest Foundation // Temple of Civilization: Paul, Kwisatz Haderach

Parallel Lives: Updated Art (no name change)

Queen Allenal of Ruadach: Lady Jessica, Mother of Paul

Radha, Heart of Keld: Chani Sihaya Kynes

Rampaging Baloths: Rampaging Salusan Bulls

Retreat to Emeria: Retreat to Seitch Tabr

Soul Warden: Sihaya, Desert Spring Tears

Tireless Provisioner: Shadout Mapes

Tireless Tracker: Thuwir Hawat

Tribute to the World Tree: Tribute to the Missionaria Protectiva

Tunneling Geopede: Wormsign

Warleader's Call: Voice from the Outer World

Worldspine Wurm: Shai-Hulud, Grandfather of the Desert

Maybeboard

Azusa's Many Journeys: Paul's Many Journeys

Blackblade Reforged: Crysknife, Tooth of Shai-Hulud

King Darien XLVIII: Duke Leto Atredies, Father of Paul

Mother of Runes: Lady Jessica, Reverend Mother

Retreat to Kazandu: Retreat to Cave of Birds

Sandblast: Spice Blow

Trailblazer's Boots: Stillsuit Boots

Wall of Omens: Shield Wall of Arrakeen

Zendikar's Roil: Desert Djinn

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

I have this WIP setting about mechas which I am not being hyperfixated about but I do kinda like. It is unnamed for now but here's the introduction:

Alright so some work on the Mecha Project

The entire story is happening on an Earth-like planet. Turns out, biology is pretty rigid and Earth ain't such a unique snowflake as we thought.

Into the faaar g'damn future we send a stasis ship there, and arrive to a peaceful, unpopulated by sentient life planet. Name's pending but I think of something like New [insert name].

The planet is ruled by the United Sol Alliance (USA, on purpose) and is now beginning to build an eco-friendly high-tech civilization. Generations have passed but, due to a part of the huge information tanks being damaged, a part of Earth history and a lot of physics/inventions catalogues are lost, thus rendering humans on the new planet a bit uneducated on some matters.

The three continents of the planet are populated and everything is pretty much utopian. Clean air, alien life is quite similar to Earth's (four legs, fur, skin, general biology), trees also use chlorophyll but are toxic due to other not so pleasant chemicals, though it ain't much of a problem.

Then the Invasion began.

From outer space, unpredicted, came hard to spot ships with little to no electronics or energetic signature. Crashing on the surface, they started letting out the Kaiju.

These creatures are called just that - Kaiju - in tribute to the old Earth fiction. The thing though is that they aren't natural creatures; Engineered by some other species, they are living war machines meant to consume genetics of other species and use them for creation of new and newer lifeforms. This Kaiju Horde instantly becomes a threat to the human colony.

The first months of the invasion things were only heating up. Some human cities were destroyed, population slain. In return, alien motherships were targeted by hardcore artillery. But while humans were great in the distanced combat, easily sniping down huge beasts with absolutely wild railgun tech, they were helpless up close.

The kaiju could easily scale the distance between them and the human forces, beginning bloodshed in close quarters combat. Huge, muscular beasts perfected to destroy any creature or tech, they succeeded in putting down entire platoons of the USA (actually I might rethink that name).

Then there came a solution, seemingly out of nowhere. During one of the fights, a construction worker beat the beast to pulp using a non-battle mech meant for moving weights. Instantly labeled hero, the dude inspired the human forces to start the creation of war mechs.

So the arming race began. The mechs were slow as shit when on manual control, so they had to invest into neural linking. The PHIL link (Personal Helmet Infolink) was created and was truly still a complete mess. It was sensitive to any thought of the user, may you think of lemons or steamed hams, the helmet would try to interpret commands even when it doesn't have to and had bad lag which proved lethal.

Next went the RING, AMP-1 and AMP-2 links. Those were proven superior to both PHIL and manual.

The mech tech itself improved over the years. Beginning with bulky hardbodies, it evolved into sleek and agile softbodies which were highly capable of close quarter combat. Sooner or later, the profession of a mech pilot became very useful and high-paying.

For now, the human colonies on the three continents are split, but the times are a bit more easy on the front. The kaiju motherships (which act as factories) are far in the land, in the sectors beyond reach, and fortifications are built to hold them back.

That's attabout it. Here's a repost of the link and mech types:

MECH TYPES Softbody S Armored Softbody AS Clam C Hardbody H Semisoftbody SS

LINK TYPES RING (Redirecting Implanted Neural Gate) AMP-1 (Amputee Mech Personel Type 1) AMP-2 (Amputee Mech Personel Type 2) PHIL (Personal Helmet Infolink) Manual

An interesting parameter in mechs is the (neural) feedback.

It is the proprioception of the driver with the mech, the feeling of the mech's body and where it's bodyparts are. Manual mechs have no proprioception, so do the PHIL ones on the older models (new models at least provide a projection of the mech's pose for the driver to reference from).

RING has the best feedback sensitivity meaning the driver with a RING link make best DES and SPD (speed) builds. AMP-1 and AMP-2 are both roughly equal in feedback sensitivity, with AMP-2 being bit better due  to larger portions of the driver's limbs being "phantom", thus linked with the mech. PHIL is completely dogshit in providing feedback as mentioned before, and manual is equal to sitting in a tank and wondering what was that noise that just hit the left side of the hull. Yet feedback isn't tied to the link type but the mech type.

A hardbody mech has little to no feedback. It does count the angles under which the joints are bent and all that but those sensors can be easily broken, giving wrong info or none at all.

A softbody mech is best in providing feedback. Literally having a neural mesh that has sensitivity and allows the drivers to feel "touch", it also provides best proprioception and agility.

Other mech types are varying in feedback providing.

[notasingleclue20]

TF2に狂い、SFMをすげえ見た

前置き

これは好きなSFMおよびファン制作アニメーションリストです。TF2のコミュニティの愛、深い。

・SFM？ Source FilmmakerというValveが公開してる映像作成ソフト（？）の略。Youtubeとかで[SFM]と入っているのは、このソフトを使って作られたファンアニメーションの総称らしい。 TF2、Valve作品以外でも3Dモデルが存在するゲームのキャラクターをアニメーションする際に使っている人は多い。エッチなのも多いらしい。 とても使いづらいと聞くけど、それでもものすごい数の作品がある。

・TF2って… Team Fortress 2というFree to Playな所謂ヒーローシューターゲーム。Steamでなんと無料です。宣伝。 古いゲームでもうあんまり更新されてないけど未だにアクティブプレーヤー人数は多く、コミュニティが活気。

Meet the Team

公式の全9クラス（＋サンドヴィッチ）の紹介動画のプレイリスト、クオリティ高く、ともかく印象に残る。 正直ゲームを知らなくても何度か見た記憶があり、ともかく知名度がすごいし、無意味にScoutのセリフを覚えてしまう。 全部見たらExpiration Date（賞味期限切れ/時間切れ）を見るとみんなに愛着が益々湧く。そしてこれにはなんと日本語字幕がある…。

Emesis Blue

切って離せない、というかこの作品を見てTF2をはじめた。ファン制作のホラーSFM映画。 Twitterで延々と呟いているのですが、元々死生観の感じられる作品がすごく好きで、あんなにカオスで命の軽い世界観の作品を基に、その命の軽さ・リスポンというゲームメカニック、Mann兄弟の（言っちゃえば）自分勝手な理由で戦争を続ける為にMercたちを雇用しているという設定を逆手にとって、ここまでホラーとして秀逸な切り口を入れられているのが本当にすごいし、TF2を知らない自分がのめりこんでしまったくらい映像としてよくで��てました。 ここからloreを学んだ後に見直してデモソルの関係性とか、パイロに焼かれるスパイとか、殺し合う赤ヘビメディとかに大きな感情を抱いたという結果です

Lil' Guardian Pyro

Emesis Blue見た後ゲームをインストールしてbot相手にトレーニングしてるときに見て、は～カワイイんだけど…ってなった。ともかくカワイイし、Pyro/Engieの関係性がやっぱとても良い。みんなちっちゃいね。

Team Fortress Guilty Gear OP Parody

（やったことも見たこともないのだけど）ｷﾞﾙﾃｨｷﾞｱのOPパロらしく、ムチャクチャかっこよくてループして見ていた。War!のコミック読んでデモ…ソル…ってなってるときに見たので二人のショットが多くて泣いてしまいそうでした。SpyがScoutが死んでピエタ構図になっているコミックのコマがすごく好きなので、そこが入っていて嬉しい。Jarateのとこで笑っちゃうしバトルエンジのガンスリンガーが映るところがすげえ好きです。

Tribute

またリスポンメカニックをテーマに、友達がいなくなってしまったMercの悲しみが丁寧に静かに描かれててジワ…ときました。展開と見せ方が上手。

TF2: Revenge

テーマ的にはTributeに近く、友達がいなくなっちゃったMercの悲しみ…からの復讐を描くSFM。このSFMのパイロの描かれ方がともかく好きで、全て燃やした後になんにも残らない虚しさが切ない

Demoman's Dilemma 

この方（The Wingletさん）のSFMは全部クオリティが高いのだけれど、これは私欲で入れてます。デモマンがマジで呂律ゼロになるのがいつ聞いても笑えるので好きです。

Hiking Trip [SFM]

こちらもWingletさんの作品。短いほのぼの（？）ハイキングするよ♪という中でハプニングが起きて、Mercy Killing（「安らかに逝かせてやろう…」）をするかしないかみたいな話なんですが、それに加えてOuter Wildsの音楽が流れるのが好きです。

Story of a Sentry

EngieとSentry Gunのお話。二人が親子みたいなのが素直に可愛い。EngieをやってSentryカンカンやってると、このSFMのエンジの気持ちはすごくよく分かる。俺のセントリーに手を出さんでくれ。

Lil’ Pootis - Season 1 [Episodes 1-7]

こちらはSFMではなく手描きアニメーションなのですが、ともかくみんなカワイイし愛を感じる…。 Heavyの”Put this dispenser here!”（「ディスペンサーここに置いてくれ！」）というセリフが英語だとPootisに聞こえるのでmeme化しているのが、Heavyの鳥頭Cosmeticをベースに鳥のキャラクターにした…アニメーション……？（説明が難しい） Pootis以外にもSpy Crub、MedicのArchimedesなども出てきていて、ワイヤワイヤしていてほっこりする。 手描きアニメーションだとMeet the Amazing Teamシリーズも好き。

～～～～～～～～～～～～～～

Tumblrだと10個までしかビデオを貼れませんでした。以下も大好きです。

・End of the Line すごく有名所…？そうなのだけれど、クオリティが高く、最初から最後まで画がとてもキレイ。それぞれのMercたちの描かれ方も丁寧で、1映像作品として起承転結していてキレイに終わる。ヘビメディがかっこよい。

・Mann Swap HeavyとScoutが入れ替わっちゃった☆？！みたいな短いストーリーで起承転結がキレイで、モデルはとくに変更ないのに表情と動きでそれぞれのキャラクターが入れ替わってることを描くアニメーション能力がすごい…

・Pootis Engage //EXTREME 海外memeだらけで勢いがすごい、中々テンションが高くて置いてかれそうになる、けど好きです。使われてるのはSFMではなくて別のソフトなのかな…。

・Keep Going, Buddy [SFM] なんだかうまくいかない…なScoutの描かれ方にすごい親近感。お父さんみたいなEngieも大好きで、最後の終わり方もすごく良かったです。

・Creation of Mimi-Sentry [SFM] Engieのセントリーガンを女の子に擬人化したMimi-SentryとEngieのお話。Mimi自体は賛否両論だったらしいけど、エンジとミミが親子的な描かれ方がしているのは個人的にすごくすき。アクションシーンもかっこよい。

・Jolly Rancher こちらはGMod（SFMではない）アニメーションなのだけれど、この方の作品はなんか好きで見ちゃうしGMod特有の謎の……フィーバードリーム的な…癖になる感じというか……混沌とした安寧……

・Buff Fortress 2 [SFM] サムネからしてアレなんですけど大好きなので何回もみてます

[catmillers]

127th HUNGER GAMES – Victor – Catarina Miller

"Stay the fuck back," Cat panted out, she was run ragged, her body tired from the running – she didn’t have much left  in her. The boy from four and the girl from two kept up their approach. They were the final three left and they wanted to take out the last pathetic outer district obstacle. She didn’t have any weapons, the best thing in her hand was a brick she’d salvaged from a small construction site in the town. “I fuckin’ mean it,” Cat swore, eyes wild. She thought about Eugene; about home what was her home without him? If she made it out of any of this, would anyone back home really have missed her? Would they look at her as a killer. She wasn’t a killer. She hadn’t hurt anyone. Cat was a runner her entire life – she ran from Eugene, tried to run from the games, she would’ve run from herself if it had been possible. 

“Aw, she means it,” The girl from two cooed out, cocking her head to the side, twirling a knife between 

her fingers.   

“Give her a chance, c’mon it’ll be funny,” The boy said with a sneer, “I’ll give you a chance, throw it,” He held his arms out to his side, puffing his chest out to Cat.  Like an idiot, Cat threw the brick, missing the career

by a foot, the brick cracking just in front of him.

 “Oh fuck,” She exclaimed and then took off, the pair she hadn’t bothered to learn the names of in hot pursuit. She turned down the street, her body aching with pain as she sprinted.

“Get back here, bitch!” The boy shouted, gaining on 

Cat, “We’ll make it quick, c’mon, just give up!”

“Fuck off!” Cat shouted, chancing a glance over her shoulder. Cat stumbled, falling onto her face, tripping over a crack in  the sidewalk. Quickly, she tried to pull herself up to her feet only to

be snatched up by her hair. 

The boy laughed, raising his sword above his head and then suddenly, a tear formed in the world around them –  bright green lines of ones and zeroes warped between the two Tributes forcing them apart. Cat scrambled backward as she fell on her ass, her body thrummed, buzzing as if she’d been stung or shocked by Eugene’s shitty computer back in Six. She looked up watching the rift between the careers and herself form bigger and bigger. It was a risk, but they were hunting her. She ran into the lines of coding, weaving beteween them like it was brush from a forest at home. Cat’s chest rose and fell with effort,her breathing loud and ragged as she looked around the world with wild eyes. This was a code. She knew this, Cat’s hands busied themselves as she came to stop, moving the numbers around as fast as she could think.With a final movement, a door popped open, a bright white light her guiding beacon. She moved for the door.

Through the door, Cat’s eyes popped open, her body lurching forward. Something was on her head, goggles or a mask, and she tore it away, ignoring the searing pain that followed afterward. She was in a small room, tiled floor, a mass of wires leading to the walls, she was sat in a chair, wires upon wires attached to her body; on her arms, her temples, and her chest. A knife sat in the middle of the tiled floor surrounded by twenty-three other chairs, empty save for two. Her hunters, the Careers, unmoving, comatose even. Cat’s hands found the wires, pulling at them tearing skin from her forearms, and ripping a hole in her temples, thrashing for freedom. Blood poured from her face and trickled down her arms but she didn’t care she needed to end this.

She stumbled out of the chair, falling onto her knees, body giving a last push of energy. She found purchase on the knife and chose her first target. The boy. Unsteadily, she made her way back to her feet and stumbled over to him. Cat considered her own humanity for a moment, would Eugene hate her for doing this if she was still around? No. No. He’d understand. And that was enough. 

Cat drove the knife into the boy’s chest and then into his throat, the soft underside up through his mouth. And then she did it again, just to make sure. A digitized cannon sounded, signifying she’d ended one of her combatants. She moved for the other, her blood mixing with that of the boy’s. This time when she sank her knife into the girl she kept going, again, and again, and again, not relenting even after the cannon had sounded long before. Her throat hurt, feeling a tearing and ripping at it and that’s when she realized she had been screaming, she had been crying. Tears mixed with the blood trailing down her face, washing away some of the sins of her actions. 

She stood back, the knife falling from her hand, lower lip quivering. She turned and looked around the room. She was the winner. She was it. Cat ran a hand down her face, collecting herself and incidentally wiping more of the blood onto her pale skin. 

“Like to go home now.”

[evalka]

just spent like 50 hours on an outer wilds tribute video only for youtube to cockblock it entirely

either no art for ages or tonnes, we'll see

[dawn-of-worlds]

Glass Steppes

Corobel uses Shape Land and Shape Climate, -5.

The Sky loves reflective things, and so he loves Erland's great lake; but water and glass alone cannot give tribute to his glory, cannot turn their faces toward the sun, cannot strain to reach the unreachable. Just beneath the surface, there lies a land of vast skies.

He pours radiance into the water, and one third effervesces into rainbow-threaded mist; and he moves mountains, and another third drains toward the southern sea in a great river. Life blooms with uncanny and unnatural speed in the unveiled lands as the charism of light suffuses the mineral bounty of the molten deeps.

Hence, the Glass Steppes of Incarien. Here, plains of grass and flowers mingle with fields upon fields of black glass, vitrified forests, many-hued geothermal pools, crystal kopjes, quills of cthonic metal, and soaring basalt colonnades. The land is broken by some very deep lake-systems and many shallow ones, as well as wetlands and forested valleys throughout, taiga in the north, redwoods along the northwest coast, deserts of fluting wind-carved rock in the southwest, and a great river draining southward.

Things you may find in the Glass Steppes:

Vast herds of elk and buffalo, meerkat-mounds, moss, fields of lupine, columbine, poppy, thick with bees; beaver-dammed lakes, wild proto-horses, forested river-valleys; herds of mammoths, ground-sloths, and terror-birds.

Grass: Mirror-grass, feeding on its own reflection in the obsidian plains. Grass that lacerates legs and drinks blood. Grass that feeds on sound, swallowing thunderclaps, craning itself towards movement. Grass taller than men. Mossfields reaching chest-high beneath lichen-encrusted mountains. Grey ash-grass whose seeds are wind-blown sparks, burning what they encounter into more ash-grass.

Vitrified forests.

The Gardens of the Sky: Fields of flowers (not quite sunflowers, nor daisies, nor clovers) whose too-vivid color reflects the sky, and retains a shadow of its power. The various appearances of the Sky-Flowers, and their supernatural effects, will be described forthwith.

Geothermal pools, hot springs, geysers; sulfurous and many-colored, each a world unto itself, strange sui generis biospheres. And the macaques.

Plains dotted with crystals, high as redwoods, which grew in the Old Lake under the influence of starlight. When one breaks, the sound is unbearably--sometimes lethally--beautiful. Some have a structure so perfect that the starlight remains within, imprisoned or enraptured. They leak a gentle glow with a half-life of millennia. (Spirits of the other tribes of light may suffer (do they suffer?) the same fate.)

Pumice-stones of such immaculate purity that they maintain a neutral buoyancy in air.

Iron-jawed, fire-bellied, metal-eating termites in towering castles of regurgitated iron.

Groves of water-lilies, too stubborn or too perfect to subside and die when the waters rushed out. Lilypads block the sun.

Geodes, once large enough to swallow ships, now broken open and half buried, form glades and hollows of amethyst and chalcedony.

Coral-like reefs of predatory, many-colored, hard-shelled colonial flowers; some examples feed on the lesser sprites of fire. Bees, butterflies, and hummingbirds dart in and out like clownfish. The honey is divine, but the bees are dangerous.

Eusocial colonial hummingbirds; their honey grants understanding of the avian Ur-Song.

Stripped skeletons animated by overmighty plants, flowers blooming from empty eyes.

Pillars of black basalt; home, in future ages, to anchorites, now perches for birds of prey large enough to carry off stags.

Good, black earth, unnaturally fecund; plant a finger, and a man may grow. Do not spill blood here. Don't even think about it.

Fields of fallen stars. They carry with them some of the weightlessness of the outer voids.

Former islands; hill-ranges, flower-drenched, refugia from the two floods, each with a proud and defensive genius loci.

Bogs of preternatural preservative power; hunger, anger, fear, and joy, orphaned from bodies, perdure here, and take on new forms under the animating influence of starlight.

Great crows with hidden nests of gold and gems, feeding on beauty itself. They seek the starkest, bleakest places, to maximize the gradient down which beauty flows.

Redwood forests, each tree binding a spirit of sublime antiquity like pearls around sand. When the World came and Nothing burned, they crawled here to die like beached whales, and found a kind of immortality.

Taiga; dense and intractable, creaking like voices in the wind; the wood burns hotter and more tenaciously than any other earthly substance, even underwater.

Great lakes, perhaps bottomless; there is always a glimmering in the depths, a beckoning of buried light. And the voices, of course, but that goes without saying. The storms are too terrible for words.

Great lakes, shallow, mirror-flat, glass-bottomed, where mirages and fire-spirits dance as they did when the lake was new. Every lake in the Glass Steppes is, in a mysterious sort of way, connected to every other one, for the subterranean unity of Erland cannot be so easily broken, and mirrors have a tendency to be doors.

Spines, coils, and mushroom-plates of freestanding native metal; occasional pulses of light move across the surface, and they creak and sing in the sun.

Vivid canyons, colored strata stacked like bolts of cloth.