ventiwsan

🔞 | he/him | ua/eng/ru | Artist & Photographer | multifandom/OC here | ANY radicals DNI. | ТГК: https://t.me/wntwsns

[wntwsns]

Three people, one damn problem

[ultraeyepiss]

met two whole outlasts at a con :]

[wntwsns]

Койл де ти був!!!

[wntwsns]

Human!Esthéros

[miyachelle]

I saw this fan cast post on Reddit

And I couldn't help myself but to edit it

(One of my mutuals said that I should post this so, I don't see why not)

[eddiespsychiatrist]

post mount massive AU with a lonely Eddie

[wntwsns]

Late but idc.🧜🏻‍♂️

[karasiknika]

Worship

[eddiespsychiatrist]

I drew Eddie in a dreamlike state right after his session in the morphogenic engine.

Rendering this style took aaaaages..

Wanted to experiment a bit and took inspiration from a famous jugendstil/expressionism artist I love, Egon Schiele. Based on ‚Seated male Nude (Self-Portrait)‘ 1910.

[wntwsns]

Happy gaythday to meeehhh yehaw

[eddiespsychiatrist]

Der Kuss-Liebespaar is my most favorite painting, I love it.

So… why not mixing it with outlast? Heeeere we go:

A kiss, so wonderful and dangerous, just perfect for our little groom.

[wntwsns]

Eddie and Way in Equestrian AU for my fic. 🏇

[wntwsns]

Watching me sleep

[wntwsns]

Nvm look at my (w)horses.

[wntwsns]

Them

[eddiespsychiatrist]

still working on this piece, I‘m so bad at rendering and it takes aaages. but finally I figured out a brush combo that fits my visual goal

Trying to draw Eddie in a similar style as Egon Schiele:)

[wntwsns]

Little Paulina.

[sickholistic]

this is so weddie

[eddiespsychiatrist]

they are so happy together

[fizzy-tizzy]

No more uwu soft boy waylon. It’s time for morally grey “ignorance is bliss” waylon.

Waylon who’s been a contractor of Murkoff for years. Waylon who’s learned quickly not to ask questions about what he’s working on. Waylon who doesn’t care as long as he gets paid and gets to go home to his boys.

Waylon who didn’t think much of the gig at Mount Massive even with the glaring red flags. Waylon who turned a blind eye as patients disappeared after going to the basement, or devolved into ranting and raving if they came back. They’re lunatics. Murderers. Criminally insane. They don’t have families that care about them. They don’t have children they need to provide for like Waylon does. He’s better than them. They contribute nothing to society. They’re better off here, where they have some use as test subjects. They’re sub-human.

And then, Waylon is called to the main engine room.

He sees Eddie, dragged in nearly naked, kicking and screaming. He’s insane. He’s a criminal. He’s scum. Just keep doing your job.

And then Eddie is pounding on the glass, begging for help. Just look away. You’ve done it before. No one else is doing anything.

And then he calls Waylon out specifically. Says he can stop this. And Waylon just watches as the guards force him into a pod, fold his limbs into the cramped space, shove tubes down his throat until he chokes. Waylon does his job, and goes back to the server room, and cries.

Because that was a person.

But they’ve all been people, haven’t they? He was right, Waylon could’ve stopped it. He’s the head engineer. He knows the engine’s system better than anyone else. He could’ve easily said there was some error, something that would take time to fix. But he didn’t. He sat there, and watched, and did his job.

How much blood is on his hands? How many people has he condemned to death by doing his job?

Waylon drafts an email.