#hope you like it ^^

[ellearts]

The Leclercs ☆

[skylessknights]

GET TO KNOW ME: ♡ favourite wrestling feud/storyline - Swerve Strickland vs Hangman Adam Page

"You must be a masochist. You must want suffering or something. But guess what? I'll give you what you want."

[nell0-0]

Writing requests open?? What about Wind doing something that is SO REMINISCENT OF TUNE that Time and Wars start sweating? Or TIME GOING FULL MASK BEHAVIOUR causing Wars to have flashbacks?

I am very in love with your HW-era art, especially with Mask, by the way 💜

Not sure if this 100% fits the request, but hopefully you like it anyways ^^

Main characters: Wind/Tune & Time/Mask

Wind was biting his tongue. It could be barely seen between his teeth, peeking out the slightest bit. Sitting down on a log as he was, back teetering dangerously back and forth from exhaustion, it was a tad concerning.

Or it would be if Time wasn’t already familiar with such a sight. Legend could keep sending the sailors all the sneaky worried glances he wanted, and Wild could try to cook as many of the sailor’s favorite dishes as he could with the ingredients he had, but none of it would make much of a difference.

The long walks had been hard on the sailor, and that summed up with chasing down the latest batch of black blooded monsters from Twilight’s time, the shift to Sky’s era and the subsequent series of favors they completed for the people of Skyloft (which Wild insisted in calling side-quests, Farore knows why), had been taking a toll. Not only on the sailor, of course, as Four could also be seen on the edge of camp laying on top of his bedroll, completely knocked out for the night.

In short, it wasn’t a surprising sight for Time. Wind biting his tongue, the back and forth rocking and the restless ears, flopping up and down without apparent rhythm. It was one of Tune’s tells regarding deep exhaustion.

For a hero used to adjusting his posture to the rocking of the waves, long hours spent looking at the horizon with nothing in sight, this particular adventure was draining. Then again, it was one of Tune’s tells, not Wind’s. Even though they were the same person, it was only in the way that Mask and Time had once been one in the same. That was probably why the others were concerned.

Casting a quick look in Warrior’s direction, the captain didn’t seem to notice anything odd. Probably not realizing this was something out of the ordinary for Wind, since it was so normal to see from Tune. So, since the captain was out, it was up to Time.

Getting up with creaking knees that made Hyrule snicker, Time walked towards the sailor, dropping to the ground next to the log in which Wind sat.

“Hey.”

Goddesses, Time cringed internally. An accomplished warrior he may be, but casual conversation was not his forte.

“Hey there.”

Then again, not that it mattered if Wind was so out of it to not notice.

The thought of getting Legend’s ice rod to see if Wind’s peeking tongue would stick to the icy orb did cross Time’s mind. The reaction would have been priceless, all wide eyes and betrayed looks. Time could picture it. He was quick to discard it.

After all, a prank like that would lose effectiveness if it was expected. Tune’s reaction had been so memorable he still remembered vividly to this day.

“You want to talk about whatever has you down?”

A grunt. A negative, then. Not that it surprised Time, he had been expecting this kind of response.

Rummaging through his pack, he looked consideringly at some loose parchment, then thought again and grabbed one of his newer journals, with barely a name (which they shared, so it wouldn’t be an issue) and a little log of the last couple of time jumps.

After some time just letting the silence fester, Time asked again, just to get the same negative response. Plan b, then.

In the end, Time passed the journal and some ink to Wind, who looked at them uncomprehending.

“Here, take it.”

Little hands did take the items, peeking tongue retreating to the insides of the mouth as downturned lips showed confusion.

“It helps sometimes, to draw instead of talk. If you’re too tired, or just don’t want to talk, then doodle some.”

“I’m not a little kid.”

The indignation would have been endearing if it wasn’t funny as hell, because he had said those exact same words to Tune all those years ago (or to come. It was a matter of perspective. Time magic was confusing like that).

“I know.” Time patted the cover of the leatherbound journal pointedly. “I use them too, and I’m grown up, aren’t I?”

That got a laugh. A win on Time’s book.

“Grown? More like old.”

With a fond smile, Time messed Wind’s hair, who protested the treatment heavily. And yet, the weight against his hand increased, seeking contact and reassurance, as Time knew it would.

“Here, let me show you some of my doodles.”

And when Wind criticized how badly Time drew everything BUT horses, the man shrugged.

“Take it up with the guy who taught me to draw in the first place if you’re so bothered.”

“And how the hell am I supposed to do that? I probably won’t even met him, ever!”

“Oh, believe me, you will.”

Years later-ago-somewhen, when there was a war that included different time periods, fought over a hero that wasn’t supposed to awaken so soon yet had to, with two displaced kids holding the same sacred title as the captain, a certain sailor had a realization.

He looked down at his hands in horror, then up towards the sky in despair as he yelled.

“Oh my goddesses, I can’t believe that-that-“

Mask pouted scowled, used by now to the antics but no less inconvenienced.

“Are you gonna teach me to draw Epona or not?”

“Shut it, this is your fault in the first place!”

“Sure” Mask shrugged, wanting the dramatics to be over with. The chances of it working were slim, but never zero. At least it would speed it up. Hopefully.

“On my pride as an artist, you will learn how to draw something else other than horses, that I swear!”

Mask sighed. “Okay. But Epona first.”

Mask never ended up learning to draw anything else other than horses during the two years that followed that interaction.

[hiimlag]

Hi @vinnielov3r !!!!

Got bored so I drew this for you :D

[gojosattoru]

★ KUGISAKI NOBARA ICONS ★ -> requested by anon Hope you like it! Thank you for your request!

COMMISSIONS/KO-FI AND REQUESTS OPEN!!!

[catjellies22]

Hii! I saw that you're doing Dragon Age requests, could I request my Brosca?

Seriously, I'm in love with your art, it's so pretty!<3

decided to draw the finery version bc broscas deserve it <33

[arabic-langblr]

Woah, this is super cool! My name is Lex, traditionally short for the Greek name Alex, but it also has a literal translation in Latin meaning "Law."

Hello, hello ^^

Send me your name (on or of anon) and I'll tell you what is the closest Arabic name to your name.

It was a bit difficult but I think the name Laiṯ لَيْث works. It's a common name which means the strong and brave lion.

[letsgoricciardo]

formula e but magic is such a good concept I really hope you can finish the fic bc that makes me excited to read it!!!

ahhh thank you for your kind words! i also really hope i can finish it soon bc you make me want to share it!!

i'm in a sharing mood today so take the first few lines of the fic:

There is a cat sleeping on the ground. This is cute and all, except it would be better if he wasn’t inside the small drivers’ room of the Jaguar TCS Racing team. “What the fuck,” Sam says. This wouldn’t happen if Mitch closed the door behind him. “Get out of here.” The cat yawns, then looks at Sam without blinking. He’s all grey, looks a lot fluffier than the stray cats Sam has seen all over the streets of Mexico, but Sam doesn’t think he should try to grab him. He kind of needs his hands to race, so. “Pshhh,” he tries, tapping his foot down a few times. “Psssh!” The cat doesn’t seem startled in the slightest. “What’s going on?” Mitch asks, peering in. “There’s a cat in our room,” Sam explains, gesticulates towards the cat in question, who gets up at this moment and meows at Mitch. Mitch squints at it. “It’s fine, it’s just Robin,” he says. Sam blinks at him. “What?” Mitch’s eyes suddenly go wide, a panicked look on his face. “Um. Nothing!”

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[thotsandpreyers]

“HOPE” spotted in Washington D.C.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I love you Safety Wizard.

(Inspired by @keroascrazy)

[remynisce]

Love to see the evolution of their dynamic in the latest chapters

[infizero-draws]

drawing deltarune every day until chapter 3&4 drop ✨(day 101)

childhood sweethearts

[depresed-duck]

this was funnier in my head