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ARTFIGHT LETS GOOOOOOOOO Revenges are not guaranteed, as I am chronically tired and have no idea how much I’ll get done 😅 BUT I am determined to have fun!!

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I DID IT. ALL OF THE REFS FOR ARTFIGHT ARE DONE.

BEHOLD.

Anyways here’s Celeste, one of my most favorite Tavs ❤️

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The Minish boys! Idk if Minish actually turned into a real Minish on his adventure but they’re super cute and I wanted to draw him like that. And Hero, the Hero of men. He was originally a Minish. These two went through opposite adventures in a way. Minish was a Hylian that turned into a Minish, and Hero was a Minish that turned into a Hylian! They’ve been tickling my brain lately and idk why. I love them

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BITING. "Well in Linked Universe" "Well in the LU fandom" Shut up! Stop! Its a *fan comic*. Its a Good fancomic, but its not canon and its not mine either! Get off me! Legend of zelda is almost 40 years old and has so much stuff please just LOOK at it! Im Tired!

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Random Hero comic cuz I’ve been loving him a lot lately. His story I gave him makes me so sad augh

Ignore the random Tulip on the first page. She’s not related to any of this I just drew her before I wanted to do this comic 🥲

Transcript

Us Minish love Hylians. We do everything we can to make them happy. We make potions, arrows, collect seeds, mine rupees, all of it so a weary hylian can find it and be happy. Their joy was contagious, so much so I didn’t understand why they couldn’t talk to us, save for children. I didn’t just want to be with them. I wanted to BE them…

I put them on such a high pedestal and thought they were all good and selfless… that their world was better than mine… maybe that’s why… the goddesses kept us separate from them

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YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH new Asha ref!! My girl, I love her so much!

One more to go for Artfight 👀 (I’m not confident that I will finish it in time though 😔)

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Circe de Riva gets an improved reference! Now only two to go before Artfight 👀

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Sketches of Gale I did as a warm ups before work

He and Wyll always reminded me of Disney princes. So I tried to mimic that style of old Disney cartoons

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Wyll and Gale always reminded me of Disney princes. So I tried to mimic that style of old Disney cartoons. Now that's Wyll's turn!

Gale in this style here

I also liked someones reply about Astarion as a Disney villian.......... WHO KNOWS maybe I'll do him too

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My oldest Pokemon OC goes back to his original name, and gets a new reference for Artfight! Originally, he didn’t even have a name, just Lucario, so Luc is a compromise with myself, lol

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Adeline gets a brand new reference for Artfight! Fun fact: I’ve had this and several other references done for ages now, but the descriptions are tripping me up 🥲

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Spite paced the nursery with a scowl while Lucanis rocked his wailing son and wondered how long it would be before Spite launched into his new nightly rant. Not long, as it turned out. The demon stopped in front of the rocking chair and thrust an accusing finger in their direction. Lucanis didn't know if it was meant for him or the infant in his arms. Knowing Spite, probably both.

"I was writing. To Curiosity," Spite snapped.

"I know, Spite," Lucanis replied. "And I apologize. But Enzo needs me awake right now. We talked about how this would happen, remember?"

Violet eyes settled on his son, and Spite growled. "Why does? It scream? It is fed. It is dry. What does? It want?"

Lucanis shook his head. "I don't think he knows what he wants. I think he is just confused."

Spite tilted his head like a bird. "Confused?"

"Until three days ago, all he knew was the inside of Rook's belly," Lucanis explained. "It was warm and dark and quiet. Now he is in a new world that is bright and cold and loud, and he doesn't know what to make of it." He offered Spite a weary smile. "Sound familiar?"

Spite continued to assess the baby for a few long moments, and then he settled into their body alongside Lucanis. They had long since learned how to inhabit the space together, and even as Lucanis's vision tinted violet, his son was still cradled safely in his own arms. The glow from their eyes caught Enzo's attention, and though his cries did not stop, they did quiet just a bit.

"This world is—" Spite began, and Enzo startled, his wails cutting off abruptly at Spite's volume.

Softly, Lucanis reminded him.

He felt their lips twist in another scowl, but when Spite spoke again, his voice was quiet.

"This world is. Not so bad. Lucanis and Rook. Will help. There are candles. And fire. And messes. You will be good. At messes. I think."

Lucanis chuckled. Perhaps he should have been alarmed at the thought of what trouble his son and Spite might create together, but they would simply have to deal with it as it came. He imagined it was not unlike a family with a large dog: he and Rook would have to watch them carefully, but he suspected that in time, once Spite and Enzo had bonded, Spite would be just as fiercely protective of him as he was of Lucanis and his wife.

That bonding was not to start quite yet, however. Having adjusted to the novelty of Spite's glowing eyes, Enzo screwed up his face and resumed his wailing. With the mental equivalent of throwing up his hands, Spite left their body and headed for the door.

"I'm going back. To the bedroom," he grumbled.

Once he was gone, Lucanis also rose from the rocking chair. Perhaps a change of scenery was in order for him and Enzo as well.

"Come on, mijito," he sighed. "Let's see if you like the smell of brewing coffee."

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Unpacking his sparse collection of spare clothing required very little of Lucanis's attention, but he kept his mind focused on the motions of his hands as he drew a shirt from his bag, carefully refolded it, and added it to the small stack on the bed. He had bought all of the clothes—as well as the bag itself—in a rushed shopping trip before joining the team at the Lighthouse. He had no doubt the contents of his flat were somewhere in the villa, returned to his grandmother upon his supposed death, but the thought of the entirety of his adult life stacked in piles and covered with dusty drop cloths made him feel like the phantom of some long-dead Dellamorte ancestor resurrected from the ether.

Spite paced around the room and grumbled to himself with the occasional discontented aside thrown at Lucanis. He had not wanted to leave the Lighthouse. Lucanis could sympathize, but as he'd reminded Spite, all of their friends had responsibilities to get back to; even if they'd stayed, they would have found themselves frequently alone. Spite had argued that an empty Lighthouse still sounded better than a return to the villa (and Lucanis could not entirely disagree), but the agreed-upon weekly dinner with the team and the promise of frequent messages and visits to and from Emmrich and Manfred had mollified him. Lucanis doubted even that would have been enough if not for the fact that Rook was also returning to Treviso and would be just across the city in Viago's townhouse.

The background noise of Spite's monologue of complaints went silent suddenly, and Lucanis glanced up to see him baring his teeth at the open doorway.

"You know," Illario drawled from a lazy lean against the doorframe, "I remember hearing Caterina suggest that you take the master suite."

He sauntered into the room with precise and steady movements. Only a fellow Crow who had known him his whole life would see the slightly rounded posture that meant he was well into his cups. He ran a fingertip along one of the bed posts as if checking for dust and then made a show of wiping an imaginary smudge from his fingers.

"I wonder what she will say when she finds you have taken up residence in your old room instead."

Lucanis went back to his unpacking. "Where I sleep is not her business."

Illario barked a short laugh. "If you think anything that happens under this roof is not Caterina's business, you really have been gone a long time."

"Yes," Lucanis agreed with a pointed glare. "I have."

Illario didn't flinch or look chagrined, except for a slight downward twitch of his lips and how quickly he looked away. "So tell me, cousin: why have you chosen to sleep in your childhood bedroom instead of the master suite as suggested?"

"I don't need that much space," Lucanis replied. "Cleaning it all would be a waste of the servants' time."

"Practicality. Of course. You and Caterina do so excel at that." As he slouched against the bed post, Illario looked up at the crows in their branches painted on the ceiling.

Lucanis sighed. "Should I have another reason?"

"Oh, no. What other reason could there be?" Illario rolled his head to the side to meet his gaze again. "What man doesn't dream of moving into his dead parents' bedroom?"

His gaze flicked down to Lucanis's hands. "Careful. That's silk."

With a deep inhale, Lucanis forced his fingers to release their choking grip on the shirt in his hands. He carefully smoothed out the creases before adding it to the pile on the bed.

"What do you want, Illario?"

"Just wondering when your little Rook is coming to roost in our nest instead of de Riva's. My room shares a wall with this one, and I need to know if I should invest in ear plugs."

Spite had maintained an inhumanely long glare at Illario throughout the conversation, but at that, he blinked and looked at Lucanis. "Ear plugs?"

Lucanis just shook his head at him a little, but Illario caught the motion and straightened from his slouch to an alert stillness.

"It's here, isn't it?"

"Of course he's here. Where I am, he is."

"Wonderful," Illario sneered. "So we're going to have two additions to the household. I didn't think that would happen until Rook started popping out your demonspawn."

Spite's fury drowned Lucanis in a sudden surge, and the undertow dragged him under. He watched helplessly through a violet haze as his own hands grabbed Illario by the throat. Spite used his wings to fly across the room and slam Illario into the stone wall as Lucanis thrashed and Illario flailed, both trying to break the demon's grip.

Spite snapped his teeth in Illario's reddening face, and an echo of the Fade reverberated in his howl.

"You will not! Put a demon! IN ROOK!"

Spite had not taken over so completely without permission since Zara's death, and no matter what he tried, Lucanis could not regain control of his hands. In desperation, he scrambled for any sliver of control, no matter how small, and he found his voice.

"Spite! Stop! He didn't mean it like that!"

"He said! A demon! Would pop out! Of Rook!" Beneath the rage, Lucanis could feel the terror and revulsion that such an image induced in both of them.

"He didn't mean an actual demon!" Above Spite's hands, Illario's eyes bulged and his lips were turning purple. "He meant a baby!"

"Baby?"

Spite's momentary confusion gave Lucanis the crack of an opening he needed to release Illario. His cousin slid to the ground, choking and coughing, and Lucanis staggered back several steps before dropping to his knees. He gulped down air with almost as much urgency as Illario, his hold on Spite threadbare and strained.

"Why would? A baby? Come out? Of Rook?" Spite demanded.

"Mierda," Lucanis gasped. He felt near to hysteria and didn't know if it would come out as a laugh or a sob. "I promise I will explain later. But Illario was not threatening Rook. I swear."

"He better not," Spite muttered, and he separated from Lucanis to continue his baleful sulking from the corner.

Illario gaped at Lucanis from the floor, his eyes wide and the hand at his throat trembling.

"Maker," he rasped. "It will kill us all."

"No," Lucanis snapped. "He won't."

He stalked over to his cousin and lifted him to his feet with two fists curled in his shirt. It took every ounce of self-restraint not to slam Illario into the wall himself.

"Do you have any idea what we saw down there?" he spat. "How many people we saw split apart like overripe fruit as a demon clawed its way out?"

He shook Illario as his cousin continued to stare at him. "You will watch what you say, you will not threaten or attempt to harm anyone I care about, and you will never speak about or to Rook with anything but respect. Do you understand, cousin?"

Illario said nothing, and Lucanis released him with a small shove and a snarl of disgust. "Get out."

With shaky steps, Illario made his way to the door. He paused on the threshold, and Lucanis braced himself for whatever snide remark his cousin was about to throw at him.

Instead Illario looked back at him, serious and solemn. "I thought you were dead. I would never have wanted... that... for you."

Lucanis sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. "I know. But it happened, and I have to live with the aftermath." He dropped his hands to shoot Illario a rueful smirk. "And now so do you. So I suggest you work on your manners."

Illario's blue eyes narrowed just a fraction, but he wisely stayed quiet and walked away without further comment. A wave of weariness washed over Lucanis, and he went back to the bed and sat on the end.

"I miss Rook," Spite growled.

Lucanis nodded. "Me too."

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An updated ref for my Hawke! This time, with her actual eye color! I’ve changed it a few times, but now it is finalized. Fun fact: in her worldstate, she is the only surviving Hawke :)

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Art is currently not happening, so have some closeups from my comic page that I’m proud of

None of Hawke’s family survived, so she’s worried that the same thing will happen to Fenris 👍

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Hawke in the Fade, pages 1 and 2

Here is the start to a project I’ve been working on since February. I’ve grown very fond of Audrey Hawke, so I’m excited to dedicate my first comic to her! Who knows how much longer this will take me, lol