this wip is saved as “HAAAAAAAAANDS.jpg” bc i got balthazar’s there right away and i’ve done nothing since but try to get the other two. that’s it. it’s taken 5x as long everything else in this pic so far
i literally just want to draw cass’ hand on top of balthazar’s, why is this so!!!!!! hard!!!!!!
Once you’ve crossed the Tanagar Canyon into the northwest of Hyrule, you’ve entered Rito territory. The temperate Tabantha region is their homestead, but they maintain the frigid Hebra mountains to the north as well.
Their largest village is quite vertical, the central roads built to wind around several enormous rock columns that rise out of Totori Lake. There are foot paths from the cliffs below for the sake of flightless travelers, but it’s a steep walk nonetheless
and unfortunately, horses do not hike, so Cass has to leave his at the stables below.( Read more... )
hey just for fun, who wants to brainstorm what kind of bones rito balthazar would have: birb, mammal, or both (if even possible)?
i’ve been reading about bird skeletons bc i thought, if bird boned, balthazar would be lighter and more fragile than cass but in fact! i am wrong on both counts!
bird bones are thinner (and rounder) than mammals’ BUT they are also much denser, making them stiffer and potentially stronger than ours
the higher density also closes the gap in weight, meaning cass & balthazar’s skeletons would weigh pretty much the same even if one is all mammal and the other all birb
i just wanna decide which one makes sense
Well anyways, I’ve never had a proper Legend of Zelda AU before, just vague spinoffs based on aesthetics I love (like the Twilight Realm)
but I thought Balthazar would look amazing as the Rito Champion, striding along atop Vah Medoh.
Like Revali, he would’ve learned to control it quite quickly. He bonded with it, to a certain extent. Vah Medoh is named after Lady Medli, an ancient Rito Sage for whom they all have great respect. Some even credit Balthazar’s phenomenal aerial skills and uniquely powerful updrafts to his possibly being her descendant.
So when Ganon appears, challenging Balthazar with his own specialities, throwing him around and cutting off his escape with tornadoes, shooting him down over and over with ranged attacks–
…Balthazar understands.( Read more... )
honestly to this day one of my biggest art frustrations is that i cannot recreate the way balthazar smiles at cass. like literally just the way balthazar looks at cass is in my top five fave calthazar things and i cannot put it in anything i do and i hate that more than i can say
link’s super cool abilities in botw are giving me an idea for an au about like, warriors who each have one unique ability centered around their weapon of choice
okay, i say “abilities” but i’ve only got one so far: imagine cass as an archer who can propel himself into the air on a gust of wind and then briefly slow down time around him while he fires
i just REALLY love the slomo mid air shooting okay
balthazar??? maybe like a swordsman who can perform a series of quick strikes and if he does it perfectly the final slash can cut through anything??
ugh i’m not good at this and i haven’t got hannah or anyone else yet
((FINALE SPOILERS)): I like to imagine Cas and Balthazar meeting up in the place wherever meetings of the Dead Angels' Society are held, spotting each other from across the room, and first sharing a long and knowing look that is equal parts remorse and gratitude...
oh my god cass is dead again. i mean it was only a matter of time, but. jesus.
i’m sorry, i used to think a lot about cass & balthazar meeting post s6. in fact, it’s one of the first ever calthazar posts on my main (and you already found ensardens’ beautiful post). i wish i could appreciate this image more right now but now i’m just scared they’ll actually bring balthazar back
thanks so much for the message tho, really ♥[EDIT] as an aside, i had to look up s12 info to answer this ofc, and i had the immense pleasure of reading the phrase “castiel knocks sam and dean out” in reference to the previous episode
There was a thunderous noise.
and heard a *CRACK* as his head collided with the low ceiling.
Falling back against the pillow, he wondered where the hell he was that he deserved such a rude awakening.
Balthazar rolled over, and, in his still-fatigued clumsiness, tumbled off the top of what was, in fact, a three-level bunk bed.
No longer tired, at least, Balthazar shook his head, wiping away a few tears with his jacket sleeve as he groaned in pain. He tried to stand, but the room was shaking far too much; as his head cleared of fog, it was replaced by the oppressive sound of roaring air.
No, the tremors were too fast for any earthquake, but Balthazar didn’t know what else it could be. He threw an arm up against the bottom bunk to hold himself steady, waiting for the rumbling to end.
Even when it did, his brain was left feeling rattled. Trembling slightly, he pushed himself uneasily to his feet and began to examine the thoroughly uninviting room
It was...stark, first and foremost, coloured mainly in the grey and beige tones of faded, peeling paint.
There was a second bunk bed, also three levels, opposite the one Balthazar had fallen off of, but “bed” seemed a generous way to describe what was little more than piping and paper-thin mattresses.
To his left were a small, utilitarian table positioned just underneath a round, glass window, like the porthole of a ship,
and a closet nestled behind an antique stove, complete with rusty kettle.
To his right was little but an imposing metal door, roughly emblazoned, in red paint, with the number 5.
Balthazar stared at it.
There was a box attached to the wall next to it, something like an early 20th century card reader, as if such a thing even existed. The paint was just about the only colour in the room, and it looked fresh.
He stalked over and grabbed the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. Balthazar threw his weight against first it, then the door itself, pounding several times.
His voice cut out when he noticed it.
“What the hell...”
On Balthazar’s left wrist was something that looked like a watch, mainly red in colour, with a large LCD display in the middle. Rather than the time, it showed only a single digit.
Five? That’s the same as the door, but why? What is this?
He flipped his wrist over as though to remove a simple watch, but the bracelet’s steel ring was solid all the way around.
With a grunt, Balthazar slammed his wrist against the door again, once, twice, three times…
He clicked the rivets on the sides, clacking like rapid typing on a keyboard.
Once more he slammed his fist into the door, fury momentarily masking the pain. Balthazar rubbed his slightly achy wrist and snarled.
As he did, a low groan, like angry metal waking from a deep sleep, sounded from somewhere far away. It took Balthazar a moment to place the sound, then he frowned, taking another good look at his surroundings.
Is this a ship?
He stalked over to the porthole and peered through. There was only deep, inky blackness, and Balthazar was about to hit the damn thing when he heard the first crackle. He pulled back, shaking his head in disbelief..
“Oh, you must be joking-”
The porthole burst open, releasing a torrent of water into the room that hammered down onto the table, submerging the benches on either side as it washed over the floor, rapidly gaining on his ankles.
Balthazar laughed, dry, bitter huffs of air. Then he tore across the room and pounded frantically on the door.
“HEY! Your fucking trap’s broken! The whole place is fucking flooding! OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!”
He whirled around, leaning heavily against the door and panting as panic gripped his chest. Icy seawater lapped tauntingly at his shins.
Maybe he had to get out.