#bahadur

[stillheresanctuary]

Hey, remember when I was working on a series of portraits for the Crew and Residents?

I’m still working on Mama, but here are Halim and Bahadur, at long last! I’ve drawn Halim before as an ask reply, and it was really interesting figuring out the process of how I created that image versus this portrait, especially since they were in two completely different programs.

These two are my two biggest lads, both in size and in helpfulness- Halim with his medical skills and Bahadur with his cooking. Both of them have been working hard to further improve, and I’m super proud of them!

[iilinii]

Wilder LIs as SU characters

Ran- Lapis Lazuli

Bahadur- Garnet

Amir- Ruby

Royo- Bismuth

Jamal- Pearl? 🤷‍♀️

MC- Connie

[ladyflamethrower]

Hey look, I somehow did a second one!  @fire-shadow-dragon-god requested their Bahadur and my Gayle having a sibling smooch. Not sure what’s going on here but I presume Gayle has just patted him on the head and said “Oh, you sweet, precious idiot,” in response to him. As though she herself is not also a prize idiot.  What’s a background? This one is a breath away from having a sun in the corner with sunglasses. 

Also, I know OC kiss week is over, officially, but I’ve been busy with school. So I’m still going to try to get all my requests done regardless of timing. And heck, send me more requests if you feel the urge. They’ll all happen eventually. 

[sonnet009games]

Wilder: Bahadur’s Story NOW AVAILABLE

Available on itch.io and at my website.

Platform: Windows/Mac/Linux

Rating: Teen/Mature (in-game toggle)

Price: $3.99

“Do not be fooled, child, for a monster chained is still a monster.”

In a world where djinn are slaves and humans their masters, can two souls drawn together from opposite sides of the divide truly find happiness? Can they find freedom?

Bahadur has served as your family's valet for many years, and has always been your loyal companion. But he has never known a life outside the city; a life without chains.

You are the niece of an important nobleman and have lived a sheltered existence. Your whole life, you have never truly questioned the way things are.

That is about to change.

Wilder: Bahadur’s Story is the second story in the Wilder collection, a series of visual novels featuring a female protagonist, hundreds of choices, two endings, and a romance that breaks all the rules.

This game contains instances of violence, strong language, scenes of a sexual nature, and some discussion of physical and sexual abuse. Player discretion advised.

[sonnet009]

Wilder Endings Guide: Bahadur’s Story

One choice per chapter will push you towards either a Bitter Ending or Sweet Ending. You will need at least 5 Bitter/Sweet points to reach that ending. The guide to these choices is below…

Chapter I

[Accept the offer.] – Bitter

[Turn down the offer.] – Sweet

Chapter II

[“Bahadur, stop!”] – Sweet

[Say nothing.] – Bitter

Chapter III

[Say one last thing -- a promise.] – Sweet

[Have mercy and drop the subject.] – Bitter

Chapter IV

[Go to bed.] – Bitter

[Go to the barn.] – Sweet

Chapter V

[“Kiss me.”] – Bitter

[“Tell me the truth.”] – Sweet

Chapter VI

[Stop him.] – Sweet

[Do nothing.] – Bitter

Chapter VII

["I would free him.”] – Sweet

["I am...afraid...”] – Bitter

Chapter VIII

["Bahadur, you can answer.”] – Bitter

["Yasir, stop!”] – Sweet

Chapter IX

[“I believe you.”] – Sweet

[“I can’t believe that.”] – Bitter

[arsenicaddictions]

I’ve been playing Bahadur’s route today and you know what?

AUNT LAMYA CAN MEET ME IN THE PIT.

[fouggie]

Drawing i did of “Bahadur, the Eccentric Tactician”

Long ago, the mercenary named Bahadur was known all across the lands. His efficiency with his famous dual scimitars was unmatched, leaving no contract incomplete and no bounty unclaimed. However, no warrior lives forever, regardless of fame or power. Nobodies quite sure how it happened, whether it was do to misinformation or impossible odds. Yet on the field of battle he lay dead, his scimitars pierced through his back and his left arm dismembered. However, the legend lives on in the Hereafter, as the former mercenary now shares his vast knowledge of combat with the masses. Despite his missing arm, he never gave up on his beloved dual weaponry, claiming it to simply be a new challenge for him to overcome. He now simply juggles the two swords in combat instead, perfecting his new fighting style that earned his new “eccentric’ reputation.

Artists Note: Im pretty happy with this one despite how plain he is. If i could change one thing it would be his eyes cus they look alittle derpy lol

[stillheresanctuary]

The trickster comes into the sanctuary carefully, her dragon-like claws making little clicking noises on the floor as she walks. "Hello? I came here to visit with a few of the residents here if possible?" She says, scratching one of her red horns while her tail moved gently from side to side. [@zephi-adventures]

@zephi-adventures

For a brief moment, it seemed as though the front room was completely vacant, quiet but for the bubbling of a kettle and faint birdsong from one of the open windows. Then, off to one side, a wide, sleepy yawn could be heard, drawing attention to the large couch set up against the wall. The couch was normally big enough to contain four humans in comfort with some decent leg room, but space for four humans wasn’t really enough to hold two large, bulky animal-based bodies.

Bahadur and Halim lay curled up together atop the couch, the drider sprawled partially over one arm with the lamia’s head cradled gently in his forelimbs, while Halim’s lengthy tail was looped up and around Bahadur onto the back and opposite arm of the couch, the very tip only just touching the floor. A large knitted throw had been pulled over them to share as they basked in the soft late afternoon sunlight, enjoying the warmth and calm as it lasted.

If one looked a little closer, there were also a couple smaller bittys sharing the couch, snuggled up on or next to the larger pair without much care. Code was napping against Bahadur’s neck, curled up in the collar of the drider’s cape, while Van and Sunny were quietly playing a clapping game seated comfortably in a coil of Halim’s tail. Sunny was the one to notice the newcomer, his mismatched eyelights brightening with excitement as he forgot the game entirely in favor of waving both arms in welcome, overlong sleeves flapping.