Seeker.

The Drifter is a diseased being, searching for a cure. His travels have brought him to the lands of Buried Time. Semi-selective, written by Trad.

[girakacheezer]

Right now cutscene triggers are kind of broken in my game for some reason, so I can get to the guardian here before I’m supposed to.

So obviously I took this opportunity to stand on him.

[thejudge]

extreme drift stacking.

[aildthedrifter]

The miracles of Mirina

[aildthedrifter]

Aild seemed completely unbothered by the smell. Maybe she had a thicker cover over he mouth, or a lack of standards to go by. Even the broken board didn’t even bother her too much. 

[ Ràt҉io҉n҉s͠ ]͠ ҉

She seemed to drift off a bit, before blinking herself back in and stepping aside. She wasn’t going inside, after all. Why risk getting into a fight before she was done eating? 

[ Aild ]

Her answer so brief and dry one could easily mistake it for a recording played a hundred times, wearing down the tape and speaker both at once. It would likely remind the Drifter of how robots and dead-bored people coughed up names and IDs, as if it purely existed for the convenience of others, instead of being some personal item.

[͜ ́I ̕wiļl ̨fo͢ll̨ow̕ ͢in ͡a m̸ơm͢e͘n̨t̕. I͘’d͟ rather͢ ͏not̨ dèvel͡o҉p ̴ţhe ́i̢ǹn͞a͝r̢d̛s ͜àḱin ͝t͏o ͟the ͠įn̵na̡rds of a̷ sal̶t ͟mi̷n̨e̵ ] ͞

Her tone seemed to dampen with how bitter it was. Clearly she could admire someone that didn’t constantly call her ‘outside’ or ‘land lubber’. She wasn’t too big on socializing; didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy the intermittent jabber. In towns that habit tended to increase, for reasons she still didn’t quite get. 

[technicolordrift]

Her mind seem to be somewhere else, and did not seem to hear him when he asked her name. He caught himself thinking, just for a moment, that she was rather odd and maybe not all there just then, when she responded. It was a single word, and the Drifter briefly thought that he had misheard. It did sound like a throwaway sound, the kind you said when you needed to stretch your mouth. "Aild? Nice name," he nodded at her and ducked into the tavern. The smell was even worse when he did step in and he was tempted to run out of the tavern almost immediately. This sudden urge for flight was made even more terrible when the sound ebbed slowly and everyone turned to look at him almost robotically. His sword hand twitched, instinctively.

[biovyxart]

[ HLD 4 Collection ]

[nightmargin]

HI I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS

[chain-dash-to-oblivion]

Alt Drifter Animations 2

Edit: Added death animation

[dojobuster]

chaotic evil drifter

[aildthedrifter]

The miracles of Mirina

[́ ͏I ne̶ver ̸s͡ai҉d t͝ḩè ̡f͢ood ̸wasn’t ̛wo͘r̨th h͟àving͠.͢ ]

The figured mused, placing another bite behind the bandanna she wore across her face. Seeing him reel made her emite a single note of chuckling, followed by the shaking of her head.

[́ Ju̷s͟t t̛h͝at th̸e̷ ͏air̀ i͟s̶ ̸s͢o sa͞t͜ur̸at̀e͢d̛ wi͏th s̸a͝line͜ ̛t͏h̨a͞t ̸yo̕ur̶ fo͡od̢ tur̛n͡s̨ ̷t͢óx̷i͢c ͠i̢n̵ mi̧nùt̷e͝s of҉ c͜ońdensa̛ti͢oǹ. ͏]͞

She noticed that he had issues with the door. She herself had no issues with it, but the amoun tof patrons that threw the door around meant that it was bound to get stuck at some point. And only the burliest of sailors could open it. Probably over a bet and some high and mighty talk.

And a few broken boards. There’s a reason the door wasn’t made of anything fancy.

She got up and tried to help. However, the door was stuck on a piece of rock below, meaning that her extra help just cause a piece of the door to break off. At least it was open! 

[technicolordrift]

The crack went almost unnoticed as the hubbub of the tavern flooded out of the building, unimpeded by the door at last. However, the Drifter did hear it, and flinched rather visibly.

“Oh. Damn.” he muttered, blinking at the damage their efforts had caused. Thankfully the hole didn’t seem too big, and would maybe go unnoticed - scrounging up enough gearbits and artifacts just to pay for the door would be very irritating. Granted, judging from the way the boards were haphazardly nailed to the old, original board, any damage would be easily passed off as one of the patrons’ hijinks.

“Damn. Thank you, anyway.” he said. “I think I’d rather risk toxicity. Rations tend to get really boring.” he added.

“I didn’t catch your name.” he said, nodding at her.

[bluebead]

Here are some drawings of other people’s Hyper Light Drifter headcanons that nobody asked for but I did them anyways. These should be the first of many.

I find it funny that like 90% of the fandom think that Drifter or Guardian have white hair, but I totally agree. Also, the various adorable alien ears are great. mue-se’s have been one of my favorites though.

Also I hope it’s okay if I tweak a few things just to get stuff to fit with my art style.

Here are the posts that I referenced:

@asktheguardiandrifter [here]

@mue-se [here]

Artwork belong to BlueBead

[biovyxart]

Dirk being a jerk

[technicolordrift]

Everything was blindingly dark when the Drifter sat up suddenly in the bed, gasping for breath. For a moment it felt as if he was still trapped in that subterranean world, with the avatar’s symbol hovering in front of him like a morbid, twisted smile, birthed into existence by slitting its own mouth.

He breathed, short, gasping, desperate breaths for air as his hands touched his throat, reassuring himself that it was over. he tendrils of that black mass gripped his throat in his dreams, so tightly that he felt that if he moved an inch, he would be decapitated.

It was over. The deed was done.

Breath.

[aildthedrifter]

And then I arrived… ( technicolordrift here, i RP through sideblogs these days)

Mirina is a backend, seaside down. The city was build of blocks of stone piled up against the rock that crashed the surf, making it a majestic landmark, was it not worn and weathered, with nobody caring much for keeping it pretty.

Despite being a distinct landmark, it survived the colossi in a pristine shape, since it was hardly a metropolis. Nor did it have any major military fortifications or agricultural flats. It was just a heap of houses built by the shore.  

As such, the pub was filled with salty seamen throwing all kinds of figures about. Not the perfect atmosphere for many, especially the more gentle folk. While not exactly gentle herself, Aild still preferred that her meals be in peace and quiet. Even if it meant sitting outside the grey brick, sitting on a parking pole and watching several patrons savour the delicate muddy soil. 

Perhaps that’s why Mirina Mud was such a highly valued product? She could only wonder. Food’s food, drink’s drink, mud’s mud. The nuanced of life were lost to her. And anyone that, upon getting up, thought to carry on fighting outside (with her, specifically), would learn that such a simple outlook made it easier to handle the drunk and unbalanced.

She’d eat in quiet. Whatever that meant, near a bar like this. 

[technicolordrift]

The Drifter had been pointed over to Mirina when he had asked around what else there was on this piece of land. He needed the break. His life had come with a price of too much stress, too much pain - he lost count how many medkits he had wasted trying to get the ragged flesh of his body to stitch together after, or during every encounter with the hostile environment.

And maybe, if they were correct, there could be ships heading back to his homeland. Maybe the village would accept him again, as one of their own, now that he was cured. But that would come later - he had plenty of time to think about it now, now that it had even become a possibility.

Mirina had seen somewhat better days, he mused. Although it still looked rather nice. The moisture in the air had started to attack some of the statues on the buildings, he noticed, as he passed by one that had its face starting to be eaten away by the saline air. And he realised that he was hungry.

Rations might do the trick, but since he was here, he should try the local food. He just hoped he had misheard, however, or misunderstood what the old geezer had said when he praised the virtues of “Mirina Mud”.

So the Drifter made his way to the building advertising itself as a tavern. Sounds of violence weaved their way out of the open door accompanied by rather violent movements he could barely discern, and he hesitated for a moment before stepping across the threshold into the tavern.

[aildthedrifter]

As the Drifter attempted to open the door to the tavern, he’d notice the otherwise still figure on the parking pole look up and dispense a few solid words of advice. 

[  If҉ yo̡u'r̕e n͢o͘t n̵a͝ti͢v͏e, ́it͠'ş ̢not ̢ẁo̷rt͏h ͜st͞ay͢in͝g i͝n͘sidȩ ̸to ea̵t҉. The m͜ąn̸ne͠rs are̡ ̶ter͠ri̧b͝le͜ around́ h̕e͠r͘e.]

Her speech was slightly slurred, implying she either didn’t like speaking or had some measure of an impediment. This advice, whatever he stopped to listen or not, would cause him to become fully away of the rowdiness inside. The simple wooden door was quite effective at masking the loud and aggressive manners inside.

Mud-gatherers, scoopers and fisherman gathered around tables. Since co-works stuck together, their smell was a clear giveaway which group did what. This also meant that the overall smell of the place was salty to an insulting degree, mixed with upturned dirt and cut greenery. 

The smell and manners were both equally offensive to the body and mind. Made sense that the girl who provided a kind warning peered through the window as the Drifter headed inside. Either he’d get in a fight with an angry patron or he’d start gagging at the smell. Makes for a good show. 

Either or, he’d be outside soon enough. Unless he truly wanted to test his courage and patience. 

[technicolordrift]

He paused, blinking. Was that addressed to him, or to someone else? The area, around him was mostly deserted save for scattered inhabitants going about their business.

The voice's owner was a girl sitting right outside the tavern. Her voice didn't seem to hit the right notes, as if it hadn't been used for a long time, out of either choice or circumstance.

"I think it's be quite the waste of a journey if I came only to just turn away at the slightest warning." he replied and reached out to open the door again. "And manners maybe I can teach."

As he paused for a moment, hand on doorknob (the door seemed a bit stuck, would a wedged sword help unstick it?), the smell wafted its way out of the cracks in the wall.

Under his face mask, the Drifter's nostrils flared. By the Star, that was...unique. He was somewhat thankful for the protection that the mask offered - if it wasn't there he might have decided to stagger away, looking for a place to vomit, all along cursing the old geezer and himself for deciding to listen to him.

But he would have walked back anyway. That was a trouble of his.

"Is door-sticking a popular hobby around here?"

[aceweyoun]

Another Hyper Light Drifter fic

I’m uhhhh not really sure if this qualifies as a fix-it or gratuitous hurt/comfort but either way it is REALLY FREAKIN SELF-INDULGENT so don’t take it too seriously!!

Post-canon AU, details beneath the cut because of spoilerz

Keep reading

[aildthedrifter]

And then I arrived… ( technicolordrift here, i RP through sideblogs these days)

Mirina is a backend, seaside down. The city was build of blocks of stone piled up against the rock that crashed the surf, making it a majestic landmark, was it not worn and weathered, with nobody caring much for keeping it pretty.

Despite being a distinct landmark, it survived the colossi in a pristine shape, since it was hardly a metropolis. Nor did it have any major military fortifications or agricultural flats. It was just a heap of houses built by the shore.  

As such, the pub was filled with salty seamen throwing all kinds of figures about. Not the perfect atmosphere for many, especially the more gentle folk. While not exactly gentle herself, Aild still preferred that her meals be in peace and quiet. Even if it meant sitting outside the grey brick, sitting on a parking pole and watching several patrons savour the delicate muddy soil. 

Perhaps that’s why Mirina Mud was such a highly valued product? She could only wonder. Food’s food, drink’s drink, mud’s mud. The nuanced of life were lost to her. And anyone that, upon getting up, thought to carry on fighting outside (with her, specifically), would learn that such a simple outlook made it easier to handle the drunk and unbalanced.

She’d eat in quiet. Whatever that meant, near a bar like this. 

[technicolordrift]

The Drifter had been pointed over to Mirina when he had asked around what else there was on this piece of land. He needed the break. His life had come with a price of too much stress, too much pain - he lost count how many medkits he had wasted trying to get the ragged flesh of his body to stitch together after, or during every encounter with the hostile environment.

And maybe, if they were correct, there could be ships heading back to his homeland. Maybe the village would accept him again, as one of their own, now that he was cured. But that would come later - he had plenty of time to think about it now, now that it had even become a possibility.

Mirina had seen somewhat better days, he mused. Although it still looked rather nice. The moisture in the air had started to attack some of the statues on the buildings, he noticed, as he passed by one that had its face starting to be eaten away by the saline air. And he realised that he was hungry.

Rations might do the trick, but since he was here, he should try the local food. He just hoped he had misheard, however, or misunderstood what the old geezer had said when he praised the virtues of “Mirina Mud”.

So the Drifter made his way to the building advertising itself as a tavern. Sounds of violence weaved their way out of the open door accompanied by rather violent movements he could barely discern, and he hesitated for a moment before stepping across the threshold into the tavern.

[asktheguardiandrifter]

MOM HOLY FUCK... ok so the drifter is a graceful little ballerina warrior..... what if u and the drifter did a musical where u sing and they danced.... gUARdian u gott make this happen im begging of u

N-NOT SURE HOW THAT WOULD WORK SORRY- I H- haven’t sang in front of anyone. before s-so.. .

[freshocto]

wip

[mue-se]

+ i listened HLD ost ‘Panacea’

[nightmargin]

very definite hld spoilers under the cut:

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[neoyi]

Short six page Hyper Light Drifter fancomic I drew because I am really into this game. Some inconsistencies based on older official artwork and in-game sprite (AKA why The Guardian/Pink Drifter sports two different looks between the first two pages) and other stuff I was trying to remember from scratch.

I admit I have future story ideas and I guess if I’m not lazy/busy, I’ll do more.

Right click to enlarge images.