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Another drawing that’s too damn big for the scanner. Ah well!

A portrait of Vair, with loads of tiny details that i had to look at references for lmao.

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More WW-style toons, featuring Vair, @aktinxvoliia‘s Maire, Noel, and Fennec. Zelda verses of course.

Done in prismacolor colored pencils, using a prismacolor blender marker.

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There’s not a word spoken as the large wolf curls himself around the little princess, muzzle pressed against her cheek before a tongue was passed through her hair in a poor attempt at grooming.

Giggles abound as a wet nose presses to her face, tiny arms wind as far as they can about her companion’s neck (which isn’t very far, of course, but one has to give her credit for trying). 

Her happiness becomes full-on laughter as she feels something very damp drag across her cheek and through tousled locks. What is he doing?

“Aaahh! Mister Wollllf~! That tickles!!”

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//...Oh that’s an uncomfrtable amount of time I’ve been gone over here

...hi anyone who’s still here?

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Máire Rhiannon du Hyrule ❀ Palette 16 for @aktinxvoliia ♡

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Pros of Shipping with Lamby: FREE ART Cons of Shipping with Lamby: UNTOLD HOURS OF SLEEP LOST DUE TO PLOTTING.

Worth? @aktinxvoliia thinks so.

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There's fingers brushing through her hair, ginger and light, braiding brunette tresses whilst flowers weaved themselves through the locks. "What sort of flowers do you like, little dove?" He questioned softly, styling her hair diligently with a smile on his face. //From the forest deity~

“I love them all! The flowers you make are so pretty!!”

Little legs bounce against the stump on which the little girl is seated, just too full of energy to keep still. The forest man had asked if he could style her hair, and for that she had to keep still- but oh, how hard it is, when she wants to see! 

Instead, Maire busies herself with the wreath in her lap. Maybe he doesn’t need one, but she wants to practice; she has to be good at this so she doesn’t feel like she’s hurt the flowers- though she also likes to hear him say how much better she’s gotten at it, if it’s okay to be a little selfish.

“It’s so hard to choose, but do you think you could do some daisies, please? I dunno why, but I feel like I especially like those today.”

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@aktinxvoliia because wow these two are adorable. (so much plotting, no actual threading… whoops)

i happened to have a wip of this and i was dissatisfied with it for some reason even after reworking it, but when i looked at it again today i was like yea why not finish it :D?

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@aktinxvoliia It ur muse

i am a huge nerd for costume design and it showed while we were discussing various parts of Maire’s outfit

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Send ☕️ + an rp topic I will give my honest thoughts and opinions on it

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//... I haven’t updated some of my pages in five years. FIVE YEARS what the fucking hell me

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*Gives the dotter Papa Penguin for her to hug*

“Papa!!”

Immediately, the little princess attaches herself to her father. Good luck getting her to let go for a while!

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Ears pricked in confusion; that wasn’t a familiar voice! Funny, she knew all of the servants who talked to her regularly. Did Mama hire someone new?

..Well, he didn’t look like a servant at all. Actually, he looked rather like Mama’s friend- but it wasn’t him, definitely. Now she was really curious.

“Hello! Who are you, sir? You don’t look like a servant, so you must not be one.”

@aktinxvoliia​  ♡’d for the thing

     Well… this wasn’t what he had EXPECTED to be met with upon waking.

     His spirit had lied dormant all this time, only for the familiar sharp tug which tethered him to the never-ending cycle of spiritual rebirth to toss him back onto the land of HYLIA. Though the one he stood before was not an incarnation of himself, and instead… well, he truly couldn’t put a name to her, her back turned to him, effectively hiding her face.

     “… But how…?” He found himself speaking aloud, unaware to the fact that she could HEAR him… and see him.

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