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Many Linnets!

I used my gold brush in a few spots, although it doesn't scan in shiny, it's shiny in real life.

Art tag list: @hakbot @tryingtimi @bloodlessheirbyjacques and also @cee-grice this time :3c

Some facts below!

He is considered to be a magical prodigy because he can use many different types of magic, which most people can't, with ease. Using magic that you aren't naturally aligned to takes a tremendous amount of mana, places great strain on your body, and hurts like a son of a bitch.

Actually, it hurts him too. He just has a wonderful, super super healthy method to ignore pain. It's something that he has trained himself to do automatically and because of that, he doesn't always even realize when he's been hurt either magically or physically. That's what it takes to be the best though, right?

No one knows how he does what he does, his grandmother is the only other person who actually knows what his proper alignment is, and that's the way he likes it. He is generally friendly to everyone. But because he keeps himself and his emotions under such strict control all the time, he has a reputation for being sort of vague and vapid rather than coming across as a genuinely warm person.

He worked directly for the king until he got kidnapped and wound up in a different country. Linnet knows who had him kidnapped, but doesn't quite know why, so he has very complicated feelings about the situation that he's in. He therefore temporarily chooses to remain in the other country where he teams up with Jules (who rescued him) and Bellamy (Jules' ex) on a surveying & clearance mission of dangerous territory.

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Белые Сны Уставших Богов - Untitled 10

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2020

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Happy Birthday to me!!!! I drew Linnet being accosted lmao

He's currently a "guest" of Fenway, an air elemental who's partially a will-o-the-wisp type mischief maker and also partially the Big Bad Wolf. It's going really well :^)

Art tag list: @tryingtimi @bloodlessheirbyjacques @hakbot and also @savvyminnow since you reblogged that post

Bonus:

My dark gray marker gave up the ghost on this one, I barely made it and it's still a bit streaky. Oh well.

Fenway has a more human adjacent form too but I'm still working on the design. You'll see it eventually!

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Linnet and elf Fenway which is, in fact, the only form of his Linnet has canonly seen lmao

The inside of his mouth is still blue, it's very important.

A bit scraggly from being on sketchbook paper, but it was mostly just me trying to draw Bigger again.

Art tag list: @bloodlessheirbyjacques @hakbot @tryingtimi

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A little writing from the last day of the month :^)

"How I live my life, what I make of myself, is not yours to comment on. Dog I may be, or falcon hooded and jessed, it is of no consequence. You are not who I answer to." "Sit down." "I don't think I want to." Fenway looked at him, his golden eyes cold and inhuman. "You forget yourself. I have your name between my fangs, and my claws embedded in your soul. Whatever I choose to comment on, you can do nothing but listen. Whatever I choose to do, you can do nothing but bear. And whatever I choose to order, you can do nothing but obey. There is nothing whatsoever you can do to stop me. So when I tell you to sit, it means you will sit – of your volition, or of mine. Sit down, Linnet." He had never felt his name used like this, pulling at him with chains far stronger than iron or steel. He had never felt it so clearly, that his name was him, that not to listen to it was to give up everything that he was, everything he knew, everything he remembered, everything he cared about. That Fenway's absurd, mocking little nicknames were his form of politeness, of giving Linnet leave to choose. Now his choice was not out of politeness but out of necessity, and that was no choice at all. Linnet returned to his chair and sat down.

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Just more of the usual :3c

Art tag list: @tryingtimi @hakbot @bloodlessheirbyjacques and also @cee-grice for Linnet

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9 Lines Tag

Tagged by @oh-no-another-idea :3c

"Several facts stand between me and that particular title. I've neither proper breeding nor necessary body to claim it." "Never fear," it said, "I know you. With your hair sparkling like snow fresh fallen and your eyes impossibly, unfathomably glacier's heart blue. Yes, I know you, magician." It grinned at Linnet with its too sharp teeth. "But princess I might also call you, for you are pretty, and delicate, and dressed up so neatly in bows and lace." Linnet did not need to see his reflection in its golden eyes to be aware of how vulnerable his current position was. He maintained his calm expression with difficulty. What he did not want from his former captors he was equally uninterested in from this one. "I'm no man's princess," Linnet said, as evenly as he could. "Not for lack of trying, hm?" "I have never tried to be such." "Not for lack of wanting, then." "I don't know what you mean," Linnet lied. "I know you," it said again. "Pretty little bird longing for its own pretty little gilt cage. I see you, Linnet."

I'm not using any articles in this story so some of the sentences end up a little clunkier than they could, but I'm enjoying the vibe.

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