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Youāve made it to my blog!
Call me Ort :>
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What youāll find here:
A queer little artist and writer who likes Legend of Zelda, BG3, D&D and the Horrors/whatever else I think is cool at the moment.
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Come at me, bruh.
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Lay Waste
Chapter 26: Wild IV
Back. Still on my bullshit.
***Snippet***
āWild!ā Time screams, horrified, and Wild feels a rush of relief.
Time! Time, alive! Wild falls and feels himself grinning, the rain and wind nothing compared the sheer joy of seeing Time, there upon the dragonās back.
Time!
Wild starts to laugh, his voice caught by the whip-quick air. He must look insane. He must look sick.
Reality, of course, hits him moments before the ground can: he gasps on a laugh and yanks the paraglider from his back; the force of its sudden expansion is so immense he fears that his shoulders will be ripped from their sockets. He shoots upward, the powerful updraft of Dinraalās magic catching the fabric and lifting him high high high into the air before he can splatter on the ground below.
That wouldāve been embarrassing, he thinks. More embarrassing than most other deaths, for sure.
He hears a chorus of jeers and howls below him and looks down to see a group of monsters gathered in the spot where he would ālanded,ā their weapons raised and pointed in his direction. Wild bares his teeth in a satisfied smile and then, to his continued amusement, the monsters scattered with panicked screams as the enormous form of Dinraal shoots down past Wild and skims along the canyon floor, barely avoiding devastating impact. On its back, Time clings to one of its glowing spikes, but his gaze is on Wild.
Once again, Wild wishes his Slate worked so that he could take a picture.
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Come at me, bruh
Lay Waste
Chapter 26: Wild IV
Back. Still on my bullshit.
***Snippet***
āWild!ā Time screams, horrified, and Wild feels a rush of relief.
Time! Time, alive! Wild falls and feels himself grinning, the rain and wind nothing compared the sheer joy of seeing Time, there upon the dragonās back.
Time!
Wild starts to laugh, his voice caught by the whip-quick air. He must look insane. He must look sick.
Reality, of course, hits him moments before the ground can: he gasps on a laugh and yanks the paraglider from his back; the force of its sudden expansion is so immense he fears that his shoulders will be ripped from their sockets. He shoots upward, the powerful updraft of Dinraalās magic catching the fabric and lifting him high high high into the air before he can splatter on the ground below.
That wouldāve been embarrassing, he thinks. More embarrassing than most other deaths, for sure.
He hears a chorus of jeers and howls below him and looks down to see a group of monsters gathered in the spot where he would ālanded,ā their weapons raised and pointed in his direction. Wild bares his teeth in a satisfied smile and then, to his continued amusement, the monsters scattered with panicked screams as the enormous form of Dinraal shoots down past Wild and skims along the canyon floor, barely avoiding devastating impact. On its back, Time clings to one of its glowing spikes, but his gaze is on Wild.
Once again, Wild wishes his Slate worked so that he could take a picture.
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Deltarune TODAY
Deltarune TODAY
Sick nā thinkingā bout blorbos
I have not been able to write or post because I have been so sick, but I'm finally back and in the editing stage for the next chapter of Lay Waste. In the process, I have found all my little placeholders where I intended to go back and add more time/place appropriate phrasing.
...
Wild fucking guess as to which phrase I intended to replace.
this and also thereās something very beautiful about watching in progress fics grow. shout out to in progress fics <3
Lay Waste
Chapter 25: Wild III
Back on my bullshit.
***Snippet***
Wind has been quiet since he and Wild set off early that morning to forage supplies, refusing to answer Wildās few questions with little more than quiet hums. He has a harrowed, haunted look in his eye that Wild finds uncomfortably familiar; heās seen it in the faces of the elders of his Hyrule, in Impa whenever she speaks about the Calamity. Heās seen it in the mirror, after particularly fitful nights.
Luckily, Wild is quite used to not talking, so, regardless of how awkward the resulting silence feels, he lets Wind alone. As the two make their way through the little wood surrounding their makeshift camp, Wild falls back, allowing Wind some obviously needed space.
There has been no sign of civilization nor passing travelers so far, but Wild is confident he knows where they are; the ground beneath his feet is familiar, despite it looking like just about every other forest floor heās traversed in the passed few months. He breathes in deep and the smell of moss and fallen leaves is like a soft caress, easing some of the anxiety buried in his stomach. He can hear Wind a few paces away, shuffling about through the undergrowth, but he can also hear birdsong; on the branch of a small tree, two birds twitter in apparent conversation. One ruffles its feathers, puffing itself up as it hops back and forth along the branch. It flashes its tail open and closed as it does, chirping all the while. Despite everything, Wild finds himself smiling as he watches.
Sparrows, he thinks fondly as the little song and dance continues. One of the birds is a muted mix of gold and grey. She seems rather disinterested in her companionās advances, preening herself while her green and yellow admirer continues his desperate performance.
A golden sparrow, Wild corrects himself as he studies the pair. And a common sparrow.
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Lay Waste
Chapter 25: Wild III
Back on my bullshit.
***Snippet***
Wind has been quiet since he and Wild set off early that morning to forage supplies, refusing to answer Wildās few questions with little more than quiet hums. He has a harrowed, haunted look in his eye that Wild finds uncomfortably familiar; heās seen it in the faces of the elders of his Hyrule, in Impa whenever she speaks about the Calamity. Heās seen it in the mirror, after particularly fitful nights.
Luckily, Wild is quite used to not talking, so, regardless of how awkward the resulting silence feels, he lets Wind alone. As the two make their way through the little wood surrounding their makeshift camp, Wild falls back, allowing Wind some obviously needed space.
There has been no sign of civilization nor passing travelers so far, but Wild is confident he knows where they are; the ground beneath his feet is familiar, despite it looking like just about every other forest floor heās traversed in the passed few months. He breathes in deep and the smell of moss and fallen leaves is like a soft caress, easing some of the anxiety buried in his stomach. He can hear Wind a few paces away, shuffling about through the undergrowth, but he can also hear birdsong; on the branch of a small tree, two birds twitter in apparent conversation. One ruffles its feathers, puffing itself up as it hops back and forth along the branch. It flashes its tail open and closed as it does, chirping all the while. Despite everything, Wild finds himself smiling as he watches.
Sparrows, he thinks fondly as the little song and dance continues. One of the birds is a muted mix of gold and grey. She seems rather disinterested in her companionās advances, preening herself while her green and yellow admirer continues his desperate performance.
A golden sparrow, Wild corrects himself as he studies the pair. And a common sparrow.
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Some sketches I compiled from the past week or so.
Featuring some chapter sketches from Lay Waste, dearest Laru, and some Twilight falconry (and me with a harris's hawk as a reference lol)
No āLay Wasteā this week - I am traveling for birthday related things. Update to come next Saturday :>
Lay Waste
Chapter 24: Warriors II
Spinning the wheel of pain.
***Snippet***
A stalfos, its burning eyes aglow in the rain, wielding a strange curved blade; Warriors meets its attack with his sword, growling as the impact reverberates up his arm. He redirects the swing downward and wishes he had his shield. But itās back in Wildās Hyrule, too big to been have carried up a stormy mountain, so Warriors shifts his weight to the balls of his feet and leaps away from the stalfosā next attack with a grace he thinks General Impa would be impressed with.
He doesnāt linger in his pride; the stalfos falters, unbalanced, and Warriors thrusts his sword into the gap of its ribcage. Even as the monster crumbles, he turns to cut down his next foeāanother lizalfosāand then continues on, wading through the throng of monsters and terrified hylians.
āGet inside!ā He bellows to a duo of teenagers; one is using the lid of a barrel as a makeshift shield and he snatches it from their grip and pushes them toward the nearest door.
āThatās not my house!ā The kid protests, but the look Warriors gives him is enough to silence him. The kid and his companion scramble inside just as a flock of keese scream their way into view from a nearby alleyway; Warriors roars and positions himself in the doorway, knocking away the wave with his new āshieldā and slicing through the next with his blade. The surviving keese screech at him in return, diving down to bite at his face and neck. Warriors rolls, grunting as his shoulder hits the cobblestone road, and comes up sprinting, leading the flock away from the doorway.
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For the morning people :>
Lay Waste
Chapter 24: Warriors II
Spinning the wheel of pain.
***Snippet***
A stalfos, its burning eyes aglow in the rain, wielding a strange curved blade; Warriors meets its attack with his sword, growling as the impact reverberates up his arm. He redirects the swing downward and wishes he had his shield. But itās back in Wildās Hyrule, too big to been have carried up a stormy mountain, so Warriors shifts his weight to the balls of his feet and leaps away from the stalfosā next attack with a grace he thinks General Impa would be impressed with.
He doesnāt linger in his pride; the stalfos falters, unbalanced, and Warriors thrusts his sword into the gap of its ribcage. Even as the monster crumbles, he turns to cut down his next foeāanother lizalfosāand then continues on, wading through the throng of monsters and terrified hylians.
āGet inside!ā He bellows to a duo of teenagers; one is using the lid of a barrel as a makeshift shield and he snatches it from their grip and pushes them toward the nearest door.
āThatās not my house!ā The kid protests, but the look Warriors gives him is enough to silence him. The kid and his companion scramble inside just as a flock of keese scream their way into view from a nearby alleyway; Warriors roars and positions himself in the doorway, knocking away the wave with his new āshieldā and slicing through the next with his blade. The surviving keese screech at him in return, diving down to bite at his face and neck. Warriors rolls, grunting as his shoulder hits the cobblestone road, and comes up sprinting, leading the flock away from the doorway.
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