#faces of evil zine

[astralkepeire]

Here's my piece for Faces of Evil Vol 8! The theme was "Reversed Villains" so like. what if The Imprisoned was just a really big, really weird dog.

this was fun in concept but I'd be ok with never drawing this beast again lol

[werewolfsister]

Faces of Evil (1)

This was my first piece for the 8th @facesofevilzine zine, and my first time submitting for anything like this and I was nervous haha! It was a very cool experience, and ultimately I think I made a good drawing.

I poured over this scene from Twilight Princess & tried to mash Zant & Midna's designs together, while still making it obvious who was who. I did this all the way back in June, when I was still using colored pencils!!

[facesofevilzine]

Welcome one of our zine artists, @goopi-e! Here's a sneak peek at what they've created for Volume 8: Reverse Villains.

Oh my! What beauty is she!

Make sure to check out the zine to see the completed piece.

[onefey]

@facesofevilzine volume 8 is officially out, which means i can share my piece!! what if lynels were friends... wouldn't that be a beautiful world...

go download the zine! it's free! do it now!!!

bonuses under the cut:

an early draft of the sketch (it felt too crowded so i shifted things around in the final piece,) a rough draft of the symbol on the lynel champion's saddlecloth, and my silly colorpicking doodles ^_^

[ginneke]

Written for the Faces of Evil zine, Vol 7: The Small

Characters: MM!Link, Tatl

Summary:

The only scary thing about Boes is not knowing when they're there. Right? Right.

Tatl would like to think so…

[heljay]

Since I saw someone else post theirs; my piece for Vol. 6 of @facesofevilzine!

I may have had fun with the glow effects :’3 Also, somehow, the Wizzrobe ended up being more of a challenge to draw than Onox in the previous volume, and I think I blame the angle and the specifics of his design for that. Still turned out pretty well, though!

- 3 SLOTS OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS, COMM. INFO IN PINNED

[alexapillustration]

•❄───✧❄ Faces of Evil WIP ❄✧───❄•

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What's this? Another... Zine sneak peak?? 👀 Yes!! I am participating in the @facesofevilzine Zelda zine this year, along with two other zines!! ☺☺ This is just a section of the piece and it's just a wip, but as you can see I was lucky enough to get to paint Twinrova!! 💙❤ Can't wait to show you all the finished piece! 😊

[cuntstable]

todays been soooo exhausting but like both bc of good and bad things. FOR A CHANGE. and also most of all uhm. i love art :)

[pseudokap]

Family Reunion My second artwork for the Apotheosis Zine! (account here) (art rambling + mild apotheosis spoilers below)

(i wrote this out on a google doc) Ohohoho i have a lot to say for this piece! It’s is inspired by the fight between Thanatos and his siblings: Yuri, Arboth (on the left) and Ranar (on the right) from episode 9 I took inspiration from the painting that saved Yuri, which was described as depicting a lone sunflower on a hill. The composition frames Yuri as the sunflower itself with the orange rectangle representing the frame of a painting. The sunflower shape circles her head like a halo (because holy family y’know). There are also petal-like patterns in her hair, which I thought looked nice. Also the sunflower forms the pupil of an eye, which can be interpreted as either Exandroth (and his sort of familial relation to Thanny as his creator) or the other gods Arboth and Ranar’s eyes are red, for possession by the blights. Or something. Also Yuri is crying because, well I’d be sad if I had to fight my brother because I got possessed by a god. There really was still a part of her in there, even if she was just a vessel. I took some creative liberties on my Thanatos design because it looked cool and I also couldn’t figure out some of his armor in the official design:( well, the armor has feather-like components now. I guess. Everything is scratched because he’s fought A Lot and there’s no way the armor is Not Absolutely Wrecked to an extent. I actually had a ton of fun shading his armor! Other neat things: - The contrast of the holy family’s white clothing (typically representing good) vs Thanatos’s black armor (typically representing evil). Obviously Thanatos is one of the protagonists in this story, so in this case we’re going against the “typical” - Pure white is only used in Thanatos and Yuri’s eyes, intended to draw attention to their faces I’m very happy with this piece, especially Thanatos’s armor and axe! There’s a lot of ways to interpret this and parts that I can’t find the words to explain.

[sinfulauthorwrites]

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[zelinkacrosstime]

Once upon a time, a princess and a great swordsman’s fates were forever intertwined.

She’s a goddess, a princess, a sage, a knight, or even a pirate. He’s a Hero, a soldier, a swordsman, an engineer, or a farm boy. Bound by destiny, they meet each life anew to face the evil of their world, but behind all that, they’re a boy and girl who choose each other, again and again.

Across Time will follow the tale of Zelda and Link finding each other in every incarnation through art and written works. Each event day will explore a new chapter of their story, giving each incarnation the opportunity to show why we as fans fall in love with them over and over again, too. And for everyone who loves a happy ever after — all entries will be arranged into a free digital zine which will be published shortly after the event ends.

This project is a SFW, not for-profit collaborative zine and event which will focus on Zelink’s canon in-game relationships. Our event will be hosted on our socials from June 10th-28th, so follow us and check out our Carrd (in bio) to make sure you don’t miss anything!

In the meantime, keep an eye out for our upcoming contributor spotlights to find out which incarnation your favorite artists and writers are working on. Don’t forget to mark the dates in your calendars!

[astralkepeire]

Kept forgetting to post this; my submission for the Faces of Evil zine, small enemies edition.

For my piece I wanted to interpret several regular villains as Minish!

[werewolfsister]

Faces of Evil Sneak Peek

Woah man, what could be happening in this scene! Find out in October, with @facesofevilzine!!!

[facesofevilzine]

Welcome one of our zine artists, @elandrawssometimes! Here's a sneak peek at what they've created for Volume 8: Reverse Villains.

May he paint you?

Make sure to check out the zine to see the completed piece.

[dice-eater]

Image Description: A picture of Markus St. Vincent mid-fall from the sky over Gorgar, surrounded by the wooden shards of his wrecked ship. He wears a red captain's jacket over a hooded tunic, with a golden skull mask covering his face. In one hand he holds his sword, the other reaches up to a shard of wood above him. Above him is positioned the figurehead of his ship, a golden statue of a merman, extending one hand as if he is in song. The positioning of Markus and his figurehead appears to make the figurehead look to be giving the wooden shards to Markus as they both fall. End Description.

Hail her, oh hail her!

Our gallant captain cried

Blow high, blow low

And so sail we-

(my piece for the zine of ultimate evil which you can find here!)

[alestrameria]

So uh. I wrote two fics for the @princes-uprising zine 💞 this is one of them ft Leona and a really mf Yuu (i think)

Beat Prefect's Shit In Leona

Leona found himself surrounded by darkness. Nothing but a mirror stood before him. With little else he could do, he walked up to it, noting the black ink drops decorating the bronze frame and more alarmingly, the lack of his reflection.

As his hand hovered cautiously over the frame, its surface rippled for a moment, before an ink-stained arm reached out to grab him, sharp claws digging deep into his skin in the process. Growling instinctively, he tried to summon his Unique Magic but realised three things; firstly, his magic pen was missing. Second; it was as if any magical ability he had was being blocked, much akin to Riddle’s ‘Off With Your Head’.

And finally, that thing that dared attack him looked just a little too uncomfortably similar to him, if he was more inky and evil-looking.

“Tch,” the reflection mused. “Is that really how you say hello to someone on your side? And quit that futile attempt to retaliate. Magic will not reach where we are.”

“Who are you?” Leona spat, narrowing his eyes. “What do you want?”

At his question, the impostor in the mirror laughed. “How boring. Did you become more idiotic after your defeat?”

“I’m you,” his inky Overblot reflection stated, pulling itself out of its mirror confines to meet Leona face-to-face, his wicked grin revealing razor-sharp teeth. “And I’m here to unlock your potential.”

“You could be king one day. But your current pathetic state? No. Not like this. So I come with an offer. Accept me, and you will get everything you ever wanted.”

Now, Leona was ambitious, not stupid. He had a generally healthy sense of danger, and it sure as hell was sounding off alarms in his head right now.

“No. I still remember what happened at the Spelldrive competition. I still remember the damage. What you did.”

His other self laughed uproariously. “Damage? Since when did you care about damage to reach the throne? How ridiculous. You didn’t care about such a thing when you tried to trample that overgrown lizard Malleus.”

Hold on. This dialogue felt familiar, almost as if someone had spoken it before-

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“I saw you with a cute little lion cub after the tournament,” the Prefect mentioned, seemingly waiting for Leona outside his dorm room. They were smiling, though Leona could sense something felt…off. “Do you like him?”

Leona decided to keep it short and curt. “Cheka’s a little brat, and a general pain in the ass. What do you think?”

The Prefect simply hummed and nodded. “I see…so you don’t like him.”

“Oi. We let you crash in Savanaclaw while that cephalopunk wrapped his tentacles around your building. And now, you’re waitin’ for me, asking weird questions. What are you gettin’ at?” He asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

The Prefect was unfazed by Leona’s tone, brushing it off. “You want to be King, yes?” They asked suddenly, their eyes meeting Leona’s gaze. Even though Leona needed no magic to prove his strength and the Prefect was well, magicless, Leona felt a shiver run through him. This conversation was a little too similar to meetings with foreign ambassadors who weren’t particularly on amicable terms with Afterglow Savannah. It almost felt like talking to Azul or Jade sly and shady, hinting but never outright saying until the deal was struck. The only thing was Azul was at least somewhat predictable; having a business and a background helped Leona guess Azul’s intent. Prefect was a nobody, with no major prior history Leona knew of to predict their moves. And that vulnerability of not knowing was shaping to be a disturbing factor to Leona.

“Very much so.”

“More than anything else in the world?”

“Herbivore,” he growled in warning, “be direct.”

“Well, you had no qualms in tearing down the Diasomnia team and its dorm leader during the tournament to become the top team. But you don’t show that same conniving, sly brilliance in pursuing the throne. If you really want to be King-” the Prefect pursed their lips.

“-then you’d have framed or killed your brother and nephew for it. Just like how you tried to weaken the other dorm teams, or kill Ruggie. It’s not like you’re above such a thing.”

At that Leona’s blood ran cold. Did this brazen little herbivore just-?

“Aren’t I right?” The prefect asked again, their mocking eyes boring right into Leona. “They’re standing in your way of the crown. You could kill them somehow or create a scandal to make the people turn against him. But you haven’t.”

“Prefect, if you value your life-”

“So, it’s one of two things,” they continued on. “You don’t really value the crown, or you’re too much of a coward to get it.”

That fucker. Leona growled, punching his hand into the wall, just next to the prefect’s head. “Listen here, you little shit. I give you refuge in my dorm-”

“Ooh. Did I hit a sore spot?” They taunted, faking innocent accidental realisation at Leona’s outrage. “Or are you too scared to face what you need to do for the crown? Maybe that’s why you were held back.”

The Prefect laughed in amazement, not giving Leona room to retort as their voice got louder. “Wow, who would’ve thought! Leona the coward! Leona, the one who’s too scared to do whatever he has to do to get the crown he so desires, so he plays ruler to a bunch of rowdy idiots-”

That’s fucking it. Leona roars, and the Prefect finds themselves unable to breathe as Leona’s hand wraps around their throat. They can feel the way the air dries instantly, as if being deprived of moisture. Their skin starts to chafe, the outer layer of their skin turning into fine sand that falls from their neck. Still, that cocky smirk never fades from their face.

“Last chance, weak herbivore. Don’t challenge a ruler when you have nothing.”

“Pfft..! See? You’re capable of killing. You can be king, but not without dirtying your hands.” the prefect’s voice sounded strange now, as if overlapped by a darker, huskier voice.

“Now, I want to see with your actions, Second Prince Leona Kingscholar. Will you let fate trample you, or will you overturn your outdated traditions of your kingdom’s ascension and rise up?”

The surroundings seemed to distort around Leona and his eyes widened as half of the Prefect’s face started to melt off and deform, turning into inky black liquid that started to latch and move up his arms. Disgusted and aghast, Leona hurriedly threw what was once the Prefect and backed away, the vision of Savanaclaw dorm fading back into the inky darkness as a pair of firm arms languidly rested themselves on his shoulders. From behind him, he hears his voice whisper into his ear.

“I think the time for the Prince’s uprising is long overdue for us, Leona Kingscholar.”