Hello! I love your art style so much, man, it's so soft and pretty 💖💖(◕ᴗ◕✿) And I love your outfit designs, too!
I couldn't help but notice that your pinned comment says that you take requests? If that's still on the table, I might as well request something, too. Since you're so good at drawing clothes, could I get any of the Links in their outfits from my Simulacrum Spirits AU? (delete the parentheses to see the links)
I know Sky is your favorite to draw, so feel free to draw him nappin' or playing his harp or cuddling one of his younger bros. 💗 Feel free to draw any of the others that might catch your fancy, though. I know Twilight's design tends to get a lot of eye emojis. XD But no pressure ofc.
Have a great day!
Hiii
First of all : I love all of your designs so much
Second : you piqued my curiosity so I decided to read some of your fics (for research purposes) and I am now obsessed with this AU
ANYWAYS here are some... very rough sketches of your beautiful boys
Sky was mostly an anatomy practice sketch, Four made me realize I needed to draw the character facing the camera to actually show off the details of the clothing, and Wars is my favourite of the three drawings. He's such a diva
Three whole sketches!! You spoil me, thank you so much! 😍💖💖 I love them ALL. The two oldest and the babie! They all look so good!
Look at Wars being handsome! He's fabulous and he knows it. I love all the detail you included in his outfit, especially his bracelets and the triangle patterns in his clothing. His hair also looks very fluffye, he must have recently washed it, lol.
Nerd Four must nerd even when dressed to the nines, lol. Why do I envision him getting this idea for a future project that he simply MUST write down in the middle of an important social function, and slipping away to scribble it down before someone notices he's gone? Hopefully he doesn't get any ink on his pretty clothes! Also the shrimp is shrimping, Four no, think of your back!
I must confess that Sky is my favorite sketch of the lot, though, even if you can't see much of his outfit. He just looks so soft, so gentle, so sweet. 🥺 I want to pet his hair, it looks so soft and and fluffy. And give him a hug, but I guess his brothers will have to do that for me.
Thank you for checking out the fics, too! I'm glad you enjoyed them. I'm working on the next chapter right now, as a matter of fact! So look forward to that. :D
Thank you again, so much! 🫶 And of course, feel free to draw the lads as much as you like, I certainly would not complain!
Another AU idea I had while dozing off: The Helmaroc King is descended from Sky’s Loftwing, but was corrupted and forced to serve Ganondorf instead of bond to its fated rider (Wind). When a blood moon brings it back, finally free of Ganondorf, it starts trying to find Wind and a bad time is had by all.
They are both dorks and they make me sick I love them so much 💕 I’ve been meaning to draw more of Aurora since my first concept sketch and so this little scenario was born. A little random doodle that evolved into some sort of comic…thing?
Hello, it's me again. It's been a while since I uploaded here, haha. Tbh, I miss this account and community. There are so many memories here, in fact, this is a place that makes me so happy.
There's no denying that Technoblade and Dream are people who inspire me. I grew so much, my art and imagination improved so much because of them. Especially Techno, I really like his character. I uploaded it here because I miss him, especially since it's the birthday of our legend, Technoblade!
I felt so happy when I drew him again, it's been so long huh? I have so much fun. Although, I won't be drawing here anymore. Maybe only on Techno's birthday.
“This means… of Rocky, possessive. Of the speaker.”
“My.”
“Correct. But only for names.”
“So you’re calling me…?”
Rocky repeats the word: “My Grace. Yes.”
“Are there other Graces? Why do you need to specify?”
Rocky considers this, tapping his xenonite-encased claws idly against the floor.
“No other Grace,” Rocky says. “We just do this.”
“Like an honorific,” Grace guesses. “It goes before everyone’s name? Everyone you know?”
Rocky whirs in surprise. “No, no, no. Not at all.”
“Okay, then who? What makes me qualify?”
Rocky is silent for a moment.
“...Does this offend Grace?” he asks, voice lower.
Grace blinks. “No! I don’t think so. Is there a reason to be offended?”
“Good,” Rocky says, relieved. Grace is starting to recognize what Eridian relief sounds like. “No, no reason.”
“Who else do you call that?”
“You don’t have this on Earth?”
Grace considers. What for, friends? He couldn’t call Marissa “my Marissa.” That would be weird.
“I still don’t know what it means,” he settles on. “So I couldn’t tell you.”
Rocky groans in frustration. He’s a very impatient tutor. “We just say it.”
“Are you my Rocky?” Grace asks. He hits the two keys to make the my note.
“I don’t know!” Rocky says. “You decide this.”
“I decide? Who do you use it for?”
“You. Adrian. I will use it for my pebbles.”
Grace blinks. “So few?”
Rocky shifts. “I am… you do not have the word yet. Eridian who works alone often, not close to many other Eridians.”
“What, mechanical engineer?”
Rocky chitters. “Acceptable.”
“Is Adrian your only friend?”
Rocky draws back, like he’s taken offense. “I have friends. Coworkers. But different.”
So just Adrian. And him.
“This worries you,” Rocky says.
“Adrian is your mate,” Grace points out. “I’m not your mate.”
“Correct. You are not. You do not like to be a mate.”
Grace isn’t sure how to respond to that, so he ignores it.
“I’m your friend,” Grace says.
Rocky hesitates, for a second. “...Correct.”
“Like your coworkers.”
“No.”
Grace sighs, rubbing his hand across his face. Okay, maybe that’s fair. It’s not like he felt about any of his coworkers like he feels about Rocky.
“Best friend,” Grace amends. “You’re my best friend, too.”
Rocky hums. “Acceptable.”
“Just acceptable? Now you are offending me. Can you just explain?”
This makes Rocky fall silent for a minute longer than usual. Grace is half-ready to apologize and to say let’s move on and to retype his own name without the superfluous my.
“The Earth ‘best friend’ is not strong enough,” Rocky says finally. “It does not translate this way.”
Grace runs his fingers through his hair, a little nervous, for some reason. “Okay.”
“It is…” Rocky pauses. He has to pause more often, now that they’re not using the translator, to simplify his language. “It means that I am not Rocky without my Grace. You are part of… of the whole. When I wake up, I think of you. When I work. When I eat. When I think I am going to die.”
Rocky speaks slowly, but it’s still a lot of Eridian for Grace to grasp all at once. Even as he works out the sentences in his head, he can feel hot tears rising in his eyes.
“It means that when you are sick, I am sick,” Rocky continues. “And it means I will take care of you, because taking care of you is taking care of myself.”
Grace bunches up his sleeve, wiping it across his face, blinking furiously.
Rocky’s voice is soft. “So Grace is part of Rocky. Grace is like a cell. You see? My Grace.”
Grace is quiet, for a moment, trying to get himself together. When he speaks, his voice is shaky.
“...Oh.”
Rocky hums, pressing his carapace gently against Grace’s arm. “You are leaking. Does this make you sad?”
Grace shakes his head, sniffing, crossing his arms across his knees and resting his chin on his sleeves. “Not at all.”
“Good, good.”
“I feel like that,” Grace mumbles. “Just like that. Just exactly—exactly like that.”
“About your old mate?”
“Don’t act stupid. You know I’m talking about you.”
Rocky hums, burrowing closer. Grace curls one arm around his carapace. That’s not enough, so he leans over, dropping his head down so his forehead presses against the xenonite.
“My Rocky,” Grace whispers in English.
“My Grace,” Rocky echoes in Eridian. Grace can recognize the note at the start. He will add it when he plays Rocky’s name.
“How long have you called me that?” Grace asks. “Must’ve been a while. I didn’t notice it change.”
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