#zodiacverse

[multiv3rs3s]

Call/ask me:

Crea or Creator

My Undertale AU account: @the-creator-undertale-au

What I will post here:

MY multiverses;

♦️ Wonderverse

🎷Under20's

🔮 Witchverse

♊ Zodiacverse

🤡 Circusverse

🌠 Lostverse

🧜‍♀️ Mermaidverse

🌸 Flowerverse

❤ MultiSugarRuneVerse

(Flowerfell Original Creators: @underfart-snas @aseraphell @sociopathicarchangel)

[blake-arachne]

The Main Group (Saint Seiya Zodiac-Verse)

Here are the main lineup of Saints for the Zodiac-Verse.

Ophiuchus Shaina (Silver)

Dragon Shiryu (Bronze)

Cygnus Hyoga (Bronze)

Pegasus Seiya (Bronze)

Crane Seika (Silver)

Phoenix Ikki (Bronze)

Andromeda Shun (Silver)

Anyway I hope you enjoy it

[nunaxart]

Yeeeah, it might look like I’m obsessed with Fiksa lmao (I mean, I do love her and she’s my great inspiration)  Lately I’ve been playing around with my idea of a Zodiac universe and sketching and designing my friend group. So here we have colored sketches of F in her Saggitarius form. She’s smol irl so I thought making her a pony would be hillirious (and kinda piss her off tbh) Also yeah I sorta can do digital art, but I’m still new to all this (also my program is a bish so I’m saving money to buy a good one)

[blake-arachne]

The Stellar Crew (1/2)

Here are the Initial Designs for the First half of the Stellar Crew. They are the V2 version of their Cloths, as I feel like this would be a good starting point.

Anyway, I hope that you like it ;p

[blake-arachne]

Aries Mu (Saint Seiya Zodiacverse)

This is how the Gen 2 Cloths look like. For the Gold Saints.

Now you might be thinking, why it has green in some parts? Well in the OG anime Mu had green pants beneath his armor. So this is a reference of that.

Here’s some Data:

Aries Mu

Eyes: Green

Hair: Lavender (Previously Blonde)

Height: 182 cm

Weight: 75 kg

Birthdate: 27/03/1986.

I hope you like it

[blake-arachne]

One aspects that I want to give to my story is that. Between the late 2000s-Early 2010s, Mu had given the mission to redesign the entire Cloths to give them a more modern look.

As such things changed like: When a Saint puts on his Helm/Crest/Diadema thingy, a retractable battle mask is activated to not only protect the identity of the Saint but also to protect the face from many stuff.

The female Saints have the usual porcelain mask of neutral expression but the males could have variations like: Visors, masks without any facial features and only lenses, mouth plates, etc. Also the Saints that have lenses could retract to match the expression of the wielder (Like 0-0, >8, O-o, etc)

Also the under suits beneath the armors changed. As here it represents because of the rank.

Bronze=Color in the neck, torso, shoulders, gloves and boots. While the arms and legs were color black.

Silver=Fully black suits with some details of grey in some areas.

Gold=White suits with black gloves and boots.

Also the colors of the Silver Cloths are, well, silver for the most part and have secondary colors that is the issuer favorite (Like Shaina could be purple, Marin could be light blue, Seika could be red, Shun be mangers, etc)

[swindlebrindle]

my-semblance-is-fire: “Your muscles are in knots. Better let me rub you down~”

Brindle sighed, giving up her resistance. The dragon had scooped her up from the front desk, laughing something about “a lot of stress for such a short rat” and carried her upstairs. The plot only became clear when Yang tossed her onto the bed and started kneading at her shoulders. 

Yang was very, very good with her hands. There was a reason her reputation as a seductress was second only to the one where she graphically murdered her prey. Fortunately, Brindle’s investigations hadn’t turned up any hits on her person. For now at least, she intended to enjoy whatever this was. 

The gentle, insistant touch slowly unravelled the knots in her neck and shoulders, until Brindle felt limp as a dishrag. If the touch lightened then, turning into something closer to a caress, she wasn’t inclined to object. 

Yang’s hands bracketed her hips, thumbs sneaking up under the hem of Brindle’s shirt to swipe over the small of her back. The rat sighed and shifted, humming at those hands ghosting up over her ribs. Yang’s hands slid up under her stomach, and Brindle’s ears shot up as the other woman gently flipped her over, leaning down close enough that the rat could make out her pale eyes.

“I -” Yang was cut off by the sharp ring of Brindle’s scroll, and she jerked her hands back, going so far as to lean against the wall at her back. “The phone.”

Brindle wasn’t quite sure what had just happened - not happened - but she felt unaccountably disappointed. “...Yeah.”

[swindlebrindle]

my-semblance-is-fire: (My muse is pushing themselves too hard, and is at risk of collapsing. How does your muse get them to relax?) "Come here, you bum." Yang grumbled jokingly, easily manhandling the much smaller rat onto a stool in front of her. Her hands were on Brindle's shoulders, in part to keep her seated, but mostly to administer one of the dragon's nearly famous back massages. There was only so much she could do to assist Brindle with work, but this was another way she could help.

Brindle let out a jaw-popping yawn, relaxing boneless in the dragon’s hands like a sleepy pup. “I can’t, I’ve work to – oh...”

Yang’s hands were warm from her aura, and moved over her shoulders without hesitation. She couldn’t quite swallow down a series of quiet chirps as a thumb dug into the dip under her shoulder, working out the knots that she collected the way children hoarded bottlecaps.

Honestly, Yang’s massages were semi-famous for a reason. The rat barely had the willpower to turn down one of Yang’s hugs, never mind the pleasant, prolonged contact of backrubs. She dozed off just as the dragon’s hands started working on her lower back, and when Yang finally scooped her up with a quiet chuckle, her ears barely even flickered under the other woman’s palm.