Vader Eloha - Tumblr Posts
a tribute to the frenche game known as OFF by mortis ghost , Alias Conrad Coldwood and ‘Unproductive Fun Time’ team
Drawing her more differently Bc it’s funner.
Question?
To people who'll probably come across this, would you like to see some of my characters I made? Or like my headcanons(wether for games/shows/podcasts, or just my ocs!)? Completely fine if you don't want to! See, my plan for this 'blog' ,so to speak, is to make it enjoyable for everyone! And I will also post my own things sometimes, and.. finally, sorry for not posting people who seemed to have enjoyed my art, but anyways- this is getting long sorry! Have a nice day, night or whichever time it is when you read this! You are all amazing!
And cuz your all amazing (and I'm so sorry about how long this might be)
Animation practice/WIP with Toonboom. There’s music to go with this, but I left it out for this wip upload
Animation practice/WIP with Toonboom. There’s music to go with this, but I left it out for this wip upload
Animation practice/WIP with Toonboom. There’s music to go with this, but I left it out for this wip upload
and once again i am thinking about OFF
Vader Eloha and The Batter
This is for @tanblaque because our little talk (if you can call it that lmao) about Vader made me remember a short little thing I wrote about her ages ago and I wanted to share it and contribute to the OFF fandom for myself! Nothing in OFF fascinates me more than Vader Eloha, and this is sort of a love letter to our one interaction with her.
This is the first piece of content I’ve been confident enough to share ever so I apologise if it’s a little botched I’d love to hear what y’all think here we go hhhhhh
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Ah.
Ah.
What happened, my love?
Why did you leave?
We were supposed to be happy.
We should’ve been happy.
You should’ve been happy.
You weren’t.
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He was ours, like we were his.
He made us, father to son to mother. Holy Trinity.
But you were unhappy from creation, burning with indignation and self-righteous fury.
You petitioned with a god, purified with zealousness, wiped the chalkboard clean and ate the crumbs.
Swing by swing you ate and burned and swept and cleansed and-
And-
And there was nothing left but us and that chair and that room with the son.
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“Go home.” I say, for you are not welcome here.
But you and I both know you are home, and you say so.
You say I failed him, I say not so, for everything I have done has been for him, how can you not see?
“We were so busy preparing the birthday party that we forgot who it was for.” You say, so self-assured in your righteousness, in your ideals.
It is not fair. All we have done to set up the carnival, all of it has been ruined by you.
No more.
You will not go further.
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We fight-
I am gravely disappointed.
With fists and words and tools and meat.
No dessert for you.
Did you even soak in the world he created?
Have you filled your life with beauty?
We know what happens if you purify me.
There is nothing but the void after me.
You don’t even know his first name.
You don’t know him.
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Ah.
Ah.
Here I stand
At the end of this world.
The father in front,
The son behind.
There was a big cake
And some coffee.
Do you want some coffee…my love?
“Time to forget it all and dream sweet dreams.”
Yes.
Sleep.
That sounds nice.
Goodnight. I love you.