#mandus

[capricoopla]

Paraded corpse

[back-in-the-landslide]

Was going to only draw Daniel. But, since I’m going back on the Amnesia phase a bit, figured I’d draw the other protagonists too. 👌

[rhapsodyx2]

inner sanctity

[mister-mippy]

My headcanon of what lies beyond the normal mandosian pathways

[credo--ergo-sum]

A short break from the waterloo painting. Heres my rendition of Oswald Mandus from Amnesia: A machine for pigs. Loved this games Story and themes

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

15-Year Old me, playing “Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs”: Huh, a cool and edgy horror game. Probably something to brag about to my friends.

Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs: “I have stood knee deep in mud and bone and filled my lungs with mustard gas. I have seen two brothers fall. I have lain with holy wars and copulated with the autumnal fallout. I have dug trenches for the refugees; I have murdered dissidents where the ground never thaws and starved the masses into faith. A child's shadow burnt into the brickwork. A house of skulls in the jungle. The innocent, the innocent, Mandus, trod and bled and gassed and starved and beaten and murdered and enslaved. This is your coming century! They will eat them Mandus, they will make pigs of you all and they will bury their snouts into your ribs and they will eat your hearts!”

15-Year Old me:

[peppermintpinklemonade]

Some sorta funny shitpost doodles I did on a shared Aggie.io canvas w some friends. Some of them are inside jokes about our hellish dnd campaign but i still thought I’d post them cause I’m having bad art block and it’s Something.

Tiefling belongs to @hannrenn and human belongs to @underfiends

[underfiends]

Dawn

Here! Another Killing Time short! Campaign DMed by me, played by @hannrenn and @peppermintpinklemonade. Also it has come to my attention that the elvish and infernal I'm using may be hard to translate without knowing what translator I use so! For the elvish, I just look up what a specific word is in LOTR Sindarin so unfortunately I don't have an exact translator for that. The infernal, however, I use this translator.

Enjoy!

It is spring now. He can feel it in the air, in the subtle warming of a morning breeze. Soon the trees will bud, spots of colour among barren branches. The green is returning. It tries to peek through the ice that still blankets the land.

There are patches of mud now, where the snow has melted. It paints the bottoms of his shoes brown. He will have to clean them before he enters the next tavern; no need to give the poor barkeep more work. No doubt they already mop up the mess all other patrons have made. He knows they do. He has spent many a night listening to their laments, after all.

He brushes his hand against the bark of a birch tree. He can feel life returning to it as the forest wakes; a squirrel stirs from its nest, not yet awake but near to it. A seed splits beneath his feet, releasing a brand new seedling into the dirt. Cold water drips down from the tree’s branches, spattering against his hand. The water warms against his skin.

“Aiden?” A voice calls to him, quiet in the morning calm.

He turns to his companion, a smile in his eyes. He pulls his hand from the tree, instead brushing his fingers over fluffy hair. His fingers run through the strands up to a horn, the smooth surface broken only by a jagged break; a battle long past flashes in his mind’s eyes, quickly driven away when a hand not his own cups his stubbled cheek.

“Aiden, you are staring again.” Mandus is so gentle with him, their thumb rubbing small circles into his skin.

“I cannot help it. You are beautiful.” Mandus’s cheeks pinken.

Unable to form the words to reciprocate, Mandus leans down to press his forehead against Aiden’s. Their natural warmth creates a cocoon around the two of them, safe from the still-cool breeze gliding through the trees. Barren branches clack above them, a faraway birdsong echoing to their ears.

Mandus pulls away first, bringing his free hand down to cup the stub of Aiden’s left arm. In an act that is becoming increasingly familiar, he bows low to press his lips to the sensitive scarred skin. Aiden’s eyes are wet when he glances up at him through his lashes. The human pulls his tiefling up just enough to brush their lips together.

“F dajy haf.” The words are warm in Aiden’s mouth, barely louder than a breath and yet he knows his life partner heard him.

They stand there, holding onto one another, simply breathing and being. The sun has fully crested the horizon by the time they separate. Their hands find each other as they turn to continue along their path. They will take more moments like this as they journey. They always do. But for now, they have somewhere to be.

Soveliss will have a fit if they are late again.