Rainre - Le-Le

Wow I did not expect this take this long but uh I drew my favorite fucked up (and or evil) fictional robots/ai as Iterators weeeeeeee!!! I also doodled the protags of those medias as good ol slugs (minus Miles and Madeline) there’s some random concept doodles of em all under da cut

Anyways who would have the worst beef with Five Pebbles

(Click for better quality, Tumblr is holding the brushes I use at gunpoint)

Long ahh nose

mouthwashing also Ellen is here

AHAHAHAH TY VERY MUCH, btw Let's find Larry is short, interesting horror game, I think you can find some gameplays on youtube. The game is short, but with the interesting plot and unusual way to show this through non-standard mechanics for such stories (kinda my opinion I guess??).

you know what? I don’t care (almost) what kind of response there will be. this is a crossover. Rain World and LfL, how do you like this? I don’t know how to draw, but I love making clay figures and writing, so I’ll try to explain everything with that. I really hope that at least someone will be interested.

I won’t go into details, one of the types of animals that inhabit the Rain World is slugcats. Slugcats are playable characters. These wonderful creatures look like this:

I made Willy-slugcat. that's it.

All slugcats have something like a name, for example, the purple one is called Spearmaster, and the green one is called Saint. The big chubby one's name is Gourmand.

Willy would be called Pretender. His peculiarity is wearing masks that can be obtained from dangerous predators. These masks can be used to scare away other predators. Another property of the Pretender is that he can imitate the sounds of predators larger and more dangerous than the slugcat (for example, the hissing and bubbling of lizards).

It seemed to me that this mechanic was very suitable when we are talking about Willy Mack. . .

It is how slugcat with mask looks like!

I'll move on to Willy. this cutie silly boi:

admit that you fell for this cute, harmless face. . . but this is still the same Willy, who can only be satisfied with meat. he is agile, resistant to falls from great heights, fast, dexterous, and very resourceful. he has a torn ear, the tip of his tail is missing (someone bit it off), he is always covered in scratches and scars. lives on the Sky Islands - a region densely populated with a wide variety of living creatures. One of his weaknesses is that he is a poor swimmer, he quickly gets tired of swimming, but he doesn’t need to swim where he lives.

BTW he's VERY associative slugcat, so he does not squeak and meow like them, he didn't have a chance to learn. His only interactions are hisses and short “barks.” just watch how cats sometimes bark and you will understand what I mean.

Most likely neither LfL fans nor RW fans will watch this. well. . . In any case, I wanted to share my work.

personal canon Iterators voice claims wuuu (warning for flashing at 0:16-0:24)

Song list: - Moon: Hatsune Miku - Anamanaguchi Miku - Pebbles: Will Stetson - Aishite Aishite Aishite (old version) - Nish: The Devil's Carnival - Grace for Sale - Suns: Tally Hall - Ruler of Everything - Innocence: Noriko Tadano - Akita Daikoku Mai - Wind: Petra Černocká - Saxana - Sliver: Cimorelli - The Night We Met (pitched down)

The parallels in Ultrakill between Life and the Afterlife, man.. The Machines aren't unlike Hell Itself. Both are beings of insatiable hunger. Both experience unending boredom. Both yearn for violence as a relief from it all, and both spread their influence like a cancer upon everything. Perhaps this is why Hell almost seems to welcome machines deeper into itself. Not only are they entertaining - their cruelty inspires it, or whoever carves the demons that are at it's disposal. Both were created by the hands of another, a once superior being they have surpassed and outlived. Perhaps it sees them as kindred. Sees them as something symbiotic, both alike in purpose - to enact violence on those trapped within itself. Both could stand eternal together - after all, plenty of blood to go around, plenty of meat for the grinder, no? Does it realize they'll just keep feeding until there's nothing left? Does it think it can stop them? Does it want to be wiped clean? If it hungers, is it afraid to die? The machines certainly are. This whole crusade is about delaying the inevitable. As long as there is a Machine left standing in Hell, it is fated to run dry. All that would be left is an empty carcass filled with nothing but monuments to cruelty, frozen in time forever with no audience left to appraise them.

Angels, meanwhile, are not so different from humanity in their ways. From what little we know of them, they, too, are full of arrogance and hubris just like humanity, that built the machine that devoured it's creator and went on to devour itself. Hell seems to be the cause of Heaven's fracture. It is the root of the Father's guilt. It's creation set His eventual disappearance in motion. It snuffed the fire out, directly or indirectly. And without guidance, Heaven split and began to consume itself in cruel war. The only thing that kept Heaven from sharing Earth's fate is the Council, that took advantage of the chaos and swiftly took control and unified the Angels once again. But that doesn't mean they put a stop to Heaven's cruelty - in fact, I'd argue they only stoked the flame, kept those beneath them complacent through fear. But at least Heaven regained structure, though it seems like it's a mere shell of what it used to be. The Father is gone. They follow an echo, a memory - or perhaps simply a lie. Still, it's a necessary lie, no? An almost noble one? It's not, of course, at most it's a lesser evil compared to the inferno of warfare, but is there really any other alternative? When Gabriel slaughtered them and showed the rest of Heaven their weakness, did he really do what was right? Heaven had no hand to guide them anymore. It was severed. All that's left is a bloodied stump. How long will it take before the rot spreads, before Heaven erupts into warfare once more? Gabriel can't stop it - he'll be dead soon. If he - one of the most respected and revered angels in the highest ranks - cannot stop the chaos, who can? There's no one left. No one will trust the empty promises of order ever again, seeing how easy it is to destroy.

The world will eat itself out of existence. This is the only way it should end. There is no other way it could end. It's all too far gone. What would be left would either starve and join it's brethren in stillness, or eviscerate itself in one final act of violence. No final words. No concluding statement. No point. Perfect closure.

Hunter.

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