Here's a preview of an animatic/animation still in progress. I don't know if I'll ever finish it, so I wanted to show you at least this part, which I really like.

shirtless + some cel shade stuff with Not grima fire emblem

I want to ask about literally all of them! But I’ll practice restraint.

Portrait of a Soldier???

please do ask about all of them. i want to never shut up about any wip ever

so!! this one was a lightbulb that had gone off when i saw that one hannabelink (i might’ve missed an h i’m sorry) art of zelda and the portrait of link

and it basically starts with zelda first seeing him when he’s getting his portrait painted and from then on she just. she can’t STAND to see that portrait because it’s just soooo perfect HE’s perfect

and it will have a very,,,, angsty ending LOL but here’s an excerpt!!

Portraits were haunting and immortalizing and special, and the first time she’d ever set eyes upon the knight that would serve as her dreaded companion in the fight against a demon like no other, he was posed for a portrait of his own. She shouldn’t have been surprised. She’d heard plenty enough about him: how he was the youngest member of the royal guard ever recorded, how he’d climbed the ranks and found his way to captain in a mere few years, how he was skilled enough to beat even the most experienced and wise swordsmen. He was to be a Champion too, the wielder of the Sword that Seals the Darkness. Of course he would have a portrait.

When she saw him, he was in his royal guard’s attire, positioned in such a way that the sun filtering through the window illuminated all of his features. Not a shadow was cast over his face. What locks of blond stuck out from the hat reflected the light, and his face was the perfect picture of neutrality. What thoughts lay behind those calm blue eyes? Was it a steady and gentle surf, or was there a brewing storm, waiting to be unleashed?

She hadn’t meant to stare. Zelda had only been passing by, taking her usual route to the Sanctum for her morning devotions, and yet, here she stood, gazing through the arching doorway of the room. He was so still, she could’ve mistaken him for a marble statue. The only tell was his occasional blinking and the steady, subtle rise and fall of his chest that gave away his breathing.

And then, his eyes, his icy blue eyes that were the very same color of the Champion’s garb she’d been instructed to create, moved. They were looking out the corner of his eye because he could not move his head, but they were on her. Zelda’s breathing came to an abrupt stop.

Then she was fleeing, walking quite quickly down the halls and up the staircase, and she did not stop until the Sanctum was around her and the boy with the sword was far behind.

bloomin' typical

Ren bby🥺

Twitter saw it first but i post over here too just in case..

Totodile & Murkrow ko-fi doodle for Trevor!

tchk.

His heart belongs to another

And no other heart will do

They’re out of time (cancelled)

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Happy Fathers Day, I'm finally on time for something!!! I don't have that much flavor this time though folks. just sweetness. that's it. hope that's cool, never too bad.

if you think this is anything but platonic then no, plz. away

My rendition of @tempo-takoyaki's DTIYS!

Congrats on the milestones! And to everyone else, please go check out their 'Drawing TGCF (except I haven't read the books)' series!

Fic writers who wrote migrainous-hunter I love you Inspired by This fic from @just-here-with-my-thoughts and this one too by lucifer_elliot and this one by @oohhihoney

conrad veidt would make a great tragedian i think

king doodles log

*poking my blorbos with a stick*