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For the Underground Blossom poster contest thing :'D very original concept I know
#rusty lake#ms pheasant#cube escape#cube escape theatre#i tried to go for one of those vintage theatre poster looks idk if it translated well tho#but it looks nice i think#underground blossom#UBPoster#my art
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she served
warning for flashing lights
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#laketober, part 5: Photograph or "Death of the only professional over at the Rusty Lake Hotel"
Don't mind me not including an actual photograph in the drawing lmao
Honestly, I'm quite glad about how this one turned out. It's a lot less messy than the previous entries and there's not a whole lot I'd change
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How do you think Mr. Owl (Jakob) reacted to hearing Ms. Pheasant (Elizabeth) killed herself in Hotel?
She was the only one who was nice to him in Paradise, and she killed herself in his hands
#rusty lake#cube escape#mr owl#ms pheasant#rusty lake hotel#jakob eilander#elizabeth eilander#rusty lake paradise
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A darker version of one of the first scenes in Rusty Lake Hotel, where Mr. Crow brings the five guests to the hotel by boat. Their fate is already seal at that moment.
#digital painting#illustration#fanart#rusty lake#rusty lake hotel#mr crow#horror art#spooky art#mr deer#ms pheasant#mr boar#mrs pigeon#mr rabbit#rusty lake fanart
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Can we talk about how in Rusty Lake Hotel, Mr. Owl invites Mr. Deer, Mr. Boar, Ms. Pheasant, Mr. Rabbit, and Mrs. Pigeon to the hotel and has them systematically murdered to eat.
And then in Rusty Lake Paradise, we find out that Jakob Eilander, who is ritualistically murdered by his family, is Mr. Owl.
We also find out that his father is Mr. Deer, his brother David is Mr. Rabbit, his sister Elizabeth is Ms. Pheasant, his uncle Gerard is Mr. Boar, and is grandmother Margaret is Mrs. Pigeon.
Interesting that those are the people he chose to murder, eat, and keep their skulls as trophies.
#jakob eilander#nicholas eilander#david eilander#elizabeth eilander#gerard eilander#margaret eilander#mr owl#mr deer#mr rabbit#ms pheasant#mr boar#mrs pigeon#rusty lake#rusty lake paradise#rusty lake hotel#ritual murder
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On the left side is Ms Pheasant and on her right is Elizabeth Eilander, I really like their designs.
For this drawing I used watercolor and I must admit that it was not that difficult so I will probably use this technique more often.
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I decided to color the thing
#I’d do anything for more stuff on the eilanders you don’t understand#berry’s art#david eilander#rusty lake#cube escape#rusty lake paradise#rusty lake hotel#elizabeth eilander#mr rabbit#ms pheasant
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Anyone done the sibling song with Mr. Rabbit, Ms. Pheasant, and Mr. Owl? I have a need.
Just wanted to ask before I doodle it myself.
#I’ve been knee deep in being sick and sharing all of rusty lake/cube escape with family excuse me#mr. owl is just so done with his little sister and baby brother he hopes they die thank you#rusty lake#cube escape#rusty lake spoilers#cube escape spoilers#rusty lake paradise spoilers#david eilander#mr. rabbit#elizabeth eilander#ms. pheasant#jakob eilander#mr. owl#Creame brabbling
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Rusty Lake Fandom… [UPDATE]
Re: my other post
guys i’m so serious about this. Let’s make actual weeks/months for the RL fandom
Example 1:
[Insert Month]: Vanderboom Month
Week 1: Triplets Week
Days 1-2: Samuel Day
Days 3-4: Emma Day
Days 5-6: Albert Day
Day 7: Triplets Day (all three)
OR we could do a month for each game
Example 2:
[Insert Month]: Paradise Month
Week 1: Animals Week
Day 1: Ms. Pheasant Day
Day 2: Mrs. Pigeon Day
etc etc. like there are so many possibilities and it would be such a great way to come together as a fandom!!!
i would fr make a side blog just for this lmao
ALSO: I TOTALLY WANNA MAKE A RUSTY LAKE MEME MONTH (sorta like huevember)
#rusty lake#cube escape#samuel vanderboom#emma vanderboom#albert vanderboom#rusty lake roots#rusty lake paradise#ms. pheasant#mrs. pigeon#mine
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okay, definitely projecting / reading too much into it, but. thinking abt rusty lake: hotel, specifically ms pheasant's room. the little puppet show, right? the back and forth between them, until the lady burns the man. clearly this is some sort of paradise parallel
#libra.txt#has this been said yet#once again standing firm to my belief that david and elizabeth did not deserve what happened#anyway. mayhaps some sort of returning guilt from murdering her brother. who knows.#i just. i think a lot abt mr rabbit's and ms pheasant's deaths.#like it takes a lot of setup to kill mr boar and ms pigeon. and they also have rather violent deaths#and mr deer's is poisoning. takes a minute to kick in but.#but mr rabbit seems almost willing. he brought the swords. he had the display of where to put them.#ms pheasant shoots herself. harvey doesn't technically kill her. he just hands her the weapon#(which. hey. parallel to the white door and mr crow handing bob the gun. lol)#also thinking abt how ms pheasant says 'please take my picture' while the others demand. interesting.
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Just finished playing Rusty Lake Hotel and might I say... what the fuck
#not writing#rusty lake#rusty lake hotel#I mean it's very on brand for them#but dang#just imagine going to a hotel and they feed you the other hotel guests#were any of them willing sacrifices?#I mean Ms Pheasant maybe#and did Mrs Pigeon experiment on babies#ah yes questions I will never know the answers to
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she has a gun
#ms pheasant#rusty lake#rusty lake hotel#rusty lake paradise#mr owl#jakob eilander#elizabeth eilander#gerard eilander#mr rabbit
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Tried to split the difference between Elizabeth and Ms Pheasant. Turns out I can’t quite draw either of them but that’s fine
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On Dale's grandpa
There are a lot of missinformation in the community about the identity of Dale's grandpa in Birthday, and I feel like we need to apply some scrutiny if we want to find anything useful.
First of all, the grandpa is undeniably Aldous Vanderboom. It's very clear that it's the exact same character model, we just need to compare him to other representations of Aldous.
Here's the superposition of grandpa and Case 23's Aldous :
It's almost exactly 1 to 1.
And no, it's not just a model reuse, it literally never happens for any character in the series.
Now in order to continue, let's start by asserting one thing : Birthday is officially classified as a memory. What does that mean ?
It means that no matter how you see time flowing within the cubes (that's gonna be a can of worms I'm not opening today) there are two elements to the memory:
The actual events that the memory record
Some modification that can be either internal or external
In the case of Birthday, we have a lot of elements that are explicitly external modifications made by Mr. Owl (Jacob) and Mr. Crow (Aldous), such as the message in the snow globe, the birthday present, and everything that happens with the blue cube.
Now the question is : where does grandpa Aldous fit into this ? Is he part of the original memory ? Or was he added later ?
Let's start keeping a tally of what we know for sure :
What else do we know for sure ? Well we know the shooting actually took place, as it's been confirmed in other games such as Paradox and very recently, Underground Blossom.
We also know thanks to Paradox that Mr. Rabbit (David Eilander) is actually responsible for the murder.
Rabbit also tells us the reason for the murder : he needed to get back a token of his past life. The only thing that's missing when he leaves is the content of the small box, which happens to be a flintlock pistol.
So the pistol is also part of the original memory, otherwise Rabbit wouldn't have a motive.
We can actually trace back that pistol to Ms. Pheasant, as it is the exact same pistol she had in Hotel, that she killed herself with.
Considering Pheasant is Elizabeth Eilander, David's sister, it fits the bill for a token of his past life.
And so now we sandwiched grandpa quite nicely, because we ended up in a situation where we know for a fact that the pistol from Hotel ended up in this random family's house.
How did that happen, if not for Dale's grandpa actually being Aldous, who took the gun with him, which is then reinforced by him using the pistol ?
It's not completely impossible for Aldous to not be part of the original memory, but it usually comes at the price of finding a convoluted way to explain the gun's presence, or a different motive for Rabbit's attack.
If you have another theory, feel free to share.
#rusty lake#theory#aldous vanderboom#cube escape#cube escape birthday#autism#I spend way too long thinking about this series#it might be a problem
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rabbit's foot and deer antler (Part 1/2)
Dale drinks to much and David helps him back to his room
Dale missed normal days.
Normal, mundane days.
Days where he sat at his desk for hours doing paperwork.
Days where he would sit in front of the TV and fall asleep after the sun went down.
Days when he was sure the blood on his hands came from cutting himself while shaving.
Days when he was sure he was still human.
But now he was sitting there at the hotel bar. He had long since forgotten how many drinks he had, but that didn't matter to him. As long as the crow keeps pushing a new glass into his hand, everything was fine.
Ms. Pheasant stood on stage and sang her song about the tragedies of the past and the blood of the future while Dale stared into the deep amber in his glass. Her singing washed over him and washed everything away, leaving him with nothing but emptiness.
Her voice was nothing more than an echo in his head and the alcohol only tasted like empty promises.
His whole body felt like TV static and Dale wasn't sure if it was because he was drunk or if it was just because he was too far gone.
Was there even anything human left in him?
The echo became more and more distorted until Dale could only hear static and his own heartbeat. The static slowly began to take over his vision too.
Shouldn't he be worried? To panic? Do something to regain his senses?
Dale just sat there and let it happen. Why bother and delay the inevitable?
Dark spots appeared in Dale's vision and slowly began to grow and grow until the detective could see nothing but darkness.
Dale felt...nothing...
There was only emptiness.
There was something heavy on his shoulder. Heavy and hot. It seemed to be tugging at him and stabbing into him.
"Detective?"
The voice was closer to a whisper than a scream, but to Dale it sounded like he was standing next to an exploding bomb.
Dale's limbs felt heavy and hungover, the taste of whiskey bloomed in his mouth, and the endless darkness gave way to blinding light.
“Detective Vandermeer? Are you okay?"
The voice sounded familiar, but Dale's brain still wasn't willing to cooperate. He blinked a few times, hoping to get used to the light more quickly, but when he turned to the person next to him, all he saw was a blurry silhouette.
"My God! Detective! I was hoping that you would at least give me a quick glance during my show,” the voice sounded as if someone was forcing themselves to put on a cheerful facade. Dale could hear the worry even in his current state. “But ignoring me this whole time did hurt a bit.”
Dale's eyes were faster than his brain, which is why he initially had no reaction when he saw David Eilander's face. In fact, he was on the verge of apologizing before his brain suddenly caught up and anger began to spread within him.
The detective just grunted in annoyance and went back to his full glass. He didn't know what had happened to him before the magician had pulled him back into reality, but he did know that it had left him with a massive migraine. Maybe he just drank too much.
A gentle squeeze reminded Dale that David still had his hand on his shoulder. He tried to swat it away, but the sudden movement sent Dale swaying and almost kissing the ground, which was fortunately prevented by the magician.
"If you had watched my show instead of setting a new hotel drinking record, this wouldn't have happened," David commented as he tried to help the detective to his feet, which only earned him another annoyed grunt.
Dale tried to pull away, but quickly realized he couldn't stand without the other man's support.
David tightened his grip on the detective and slowly began to lead him towards the exit. "All right then. Bedtime!"
Dale didn't have the strength or energy to fight back and just let the other person lead him. His mind screamed at him why he let this happen but, his body refused any attempt of beating the magician. He basically refused to move at all, which resulted in David dragging the detective along with him.
“I hope you come and see my show someday.”
David tried to sound casual, trying to hide both his remorse and his longing for the other's attention.
“I hope I see a bullet hole between your eyes someday.”
Dale forced the words out. It was painful. Every movement was painful. Just what had that bird put in his drink?
The magician patted him on the back. He could understand the hate and he definitely deserved it, but it still hurt. It hurt more than David expected, but there was nothing he could do but bear it in silence.
“Before that happens, you might want to sober up a bit…”
David dragged the detective to his bedroom door and had him lean against the wall to take some of the weight off himself.
“Where is your key?”
In response, David only received an angry look from Dale and the magician sighed exhaustively. He had hoped not to have to do this because he was afraid of upsetting the detective even more, but he apparently had no other choice.
He carefully began to search through his pockets and found quite a few things.
Two lighters.
A tissue.
Some change.
A signed photo of Harvey.
And in the left inside pocket of his jacket he found the key.
David was very familiar with the hotel room keys. A simple skeleton key with a small tag with the room number on it. He saw tons of them and owned one himself.
But Dale's key was different. Instead of the usual tag, there was something else hanging on it. It was long and white...and furry?
“Is that a rabbit’s foot?”
The magician looked questioningly at Dale, but he wouldn't get an answer so quickly because the detective was asleep.
David sighed and unlocked the room. Since Dale was now completely hanging on David like a wet sack, the magician had no other choice but to carry the detective into the room. He hooked his free arm under the other's knees and in one gentle movement lifted him up.
Fortunately, Dale's bed wasn't far and David reached it in a few steps, as he couldn't have carried him for long. His back will definitely hate him tomorrow.
The magician laid him on the bed, took off his jacket and tie and took his shoes off his feet. He didn't dare to remove anything else because he didn't want the detective to get the wrong impression of him. He already had a reason to hate him and he didn't want to give him more.
David covered the drunken detective and put the key with the rabbit's foot on the side table.
“Rest, detective. And good night."
David closed the door behind him and made his way to Aldous. He could use a drink now.
[Part 2]
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