#someone else's art

[loony2star]

HOLY STARS THIS IS INCREDIBLE I FREAKING LOVE THIS OML!!!!

im normal about ISAT why do you ask

[mary-cross]

Wanted to make a doodle of @shadbells lambs, I love them so much omg. Te acuerdas esa vez que dije que quería besarlos, aquí estan ellos dándole Dulciter unos besos jijiji. Espero que te guste!! 💘💕💓

[alicewritingstories]

The art-based angst I promised, based on @kikker-oma's amazing art!

Sky stood slightly apart as the others read their letters, talking about what they were missing at home, comparing notes about loved ones. He tried not to feel the empty space that had been left in his hand after he'd handed over the last one. Nothing for him.

He knew it didn't mean anything, but it did.

He took a couple of steps away, running his fingertips over the soft cloth of his sailcloth, smelling the perfume woven into the fabric and remembering Zelda handing it to him. He could still see her smile, could still hear her voice and feel her hand in his, but at moments like this melancholy seeped out of his bones. He missed her desperately, more with every day that went by.

But at moments like this, he also wondered if Zelda loved him or if the Goddess Hylia loved her Chosen Hero.

He took a breath, once again focusing on the perfume and the softness of the cloth. She did love him as he loved her. She loved him as he loved her. They, themselves as they had always believed themselves to be, not the Goddess and her Chosen.

He took another deep breath, but as he turned to return to the others he saw Time also standing aside, reading a letter he guessed was from Malon.

Once again, he was aware of his own empty hand.

He ducked around a corner, intending to just take a moment to pull himself together. Nobody seemed to notice.

Something dark deep inside him wondered if they would notice if he never went back. If anyone would. If that was why, now that he was out of sight, none of those he loved on Skyloft had written to him.

He shook his head, dismissing the thought. There was a good reason for him to have had no letters from Zelda or even Groose. They had a lot to do with organizing the move to the Surface, after all, and for all he knew the postman hadn't even been to his era recently. There was no need to worry.

No need to think that now that he was out of sight he was also out of mind.

That now the Goddess had no need for her Chosen.

He scrubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. He had to stop thinking like that and get back to where the others were probably waiting.

He was sure they were waiting. Someone would be along to look for him soon. He shouldn't worry them.

He knew this was an overreaction to simply not receiving a letter. They didn't know how the postman travelled; perhaps he couldn't even go to Sky's era for some reason; he didn't know.

But he thought of the light in Wind's eyes as he read a letter from his sister and Four laughing ruefully over something his grandfather had said and he felt absolutely alone, in his corner out of the way where he had gone without anyone apparently noticing he'd left.

Perversely, he almost wanted to stay here and see if anyone did come to look for him. Just to silence the part of him that thought they wouldn't. That expected them to write him off as slow and lazy and leave him behind, no longer a burden on them.

After all, that had been Hyrule and Legend's first guess for why he hadn't caught up with the postman this morning: that his heart and lungs had gotten the best of him yet again and he'd been too slow. That he'd failed in his own self-appointed mission because he couldn't run.

He could. Not for as long as some and not even as fast as he could before, but he could.

But what did that matter when he could be the butt of a joke?

He knew they hadn't meant to be cruel, but it had been a tiny jab into something that always hurt somewhere deep inside him and he didn't think that had ever occurred to them. That maybe it would hurt him to have his poor stamina mocked like that. He'd brushed it off as he always did and he knew he couldn't expect anyone to notice something he made an effort to hide, but it was there.

Slowly, it bore down on him harder and harder.

No letters from home.

The doubt that Zelda truly loved him.

The fear that he would be forgotten as soon as he was out of sight.

Failure.

Too slow.

Too weak.

Too cowardly.

Mocking laughter.

Silence and solitude and…

The sob came out before he could stop it and he clapped a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. There was no reason to give even more of an impression that he was weak, that he couldn't even cope with just not receiving a letter.

Another sob, ripping out of him. He clenched his eyes shut and wrapped an arm around his waist, trying to steady himself. He couldn't break down like this. He couldn't break down just because he was alone and lonely and homesick and nobody had come to look for him and…

Again, he could hear laughter ringing in his ears. Weak and slow and broken and maybe better out of sight and out of mind and uncared for and…

"Sky? Sky!"

His eyes shot open as a hissed voice in his ear and a hand on his back broke into his whirling thoughts.

Legend leaned into his field of vision, eyes wide. "Hey, can you hear me?"

He took a shuddering breath, choking on more aching, wracking sobs, but managed a nod. Desperately, he tried to stop crying, but it somehow made it worse.

"Wow, OK, uh…" Legend actually sounded lost for a moment. "Look, please don't cry, I…" He started rubbing at Sky's back. "It's OK, I didn't get a letter either, I'm sure everything's fine, what's wrong?" His words tripped over themselves as he spoke.

Sky, meanwhile, was torn between being glad someone had come to check on him and wanting to die on the spot to escape his embarrassment.

Legend had evidently realized his audience wasn't really there and just started saying "It's OK" over and over, still rubbing circles on Sky's back.

"S-Sorry," managed Sky, hugging himself.

"What happened? You're really… shall I get Warriors?"

Sky shook his head, making the world spin disorientingly. Chills were running up and down his spine as if he had a fever. "Just… stay?"

Legend blinked, but caught his elbow as he staggered and helped him sit down, leaning on the wall behind him. He knelt next to him, still rubbing his back, as Sky finally managed to start to calm down, reassured by having someone with him who, even after that humiliating display, was still willing to stay with him and comfort him.

"What… happened?" asked Legend.

As Sky sat on the dusty ground, trying to keep his breathing steady and swallow the occasional hiccupping sobs and still the shivers, he didn't know how to answer that.

He hadn't got a letter from home.

That was all, and it had somehow hurled him into the kind of spiral he hadn't experienced for ages.

"I… don't know," he whispered.

Legend stared at him for a moment, then said, "Well… something must have happened. Did someone say something?"

Well, yes, but teasing from Hyrule and Legend was nothing especially new either. It hurt sometimes, but not enough for this.

Legend was still rubbing his back and he sighed, trying to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

"I really… don't know."

Legend looked skeptical, but didn't press further. "Well, if you want to talk, I'm here anytime," he said. "For now, we should get back to the others as soon as you're feeling up to it. They're all still reading their mail, but as soon as that's done someone less inclined to take no for an answer will come looking."

"You think so?"

Legend blinked. "Well… Yeah, I think so. Why not? It's not like we'd just leave without you."

Sky chuckled, knowing it sounded a little hysterical. There was something surreal about that casual remark after everything. "Yeah… well… just give me a minute."

"OK. Do you still want me to stay?"

"Would you rather not?"

Legend shrugged.

"Please stay."

When his brother agreed easily and with no trace of regret, Sky relaxed a little, rubbing his eyes to try again to dry the tears. "Thank you."

"Of course."

"Also for coming to look for me. And listening."

Legend nodded again.

"It was… a silly thing to get so upset about."

That got a shrug. "That doesn't mean you weren't really upset."

"No, I… suppose not." Sky wiped his eyes one more time. "How obvious is it that I've been crying?"

Legend looked critically at him. "I might not notice normally," he said carefully, "But some of the others probably still will. Give it a moment longer."

"Do you really think they'll want to know what happened?"

"You've spent as long as I have with this lot. For a start, Wind will worry, the captain will want to know if there's a problem he should be aware of, and Wild will try to help without really knowing what the problem is."

Sky chuckled again. It sounded better this time and lifted a weight off his chest. "Thanks," he said again.

"Anytime. Ready? Not to rush you, but there wasn't that much mail."

Sky wiped his eyes and cheeks one more time. "Ready."

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(AO3)

[lightspringrain]

"Return From Darkness" chapter 4 "54 Hours" panels. Two and Eight are really being put to the test. Linework done by Collophora. Concepts and colors done by me.

[graysparrowao3]

Lexindre The Maru's amazing art of Rolan destroying Lorroakan's binding wand, a favorite scene from Chapter 35 of the 'What if' fic ✨

[imholtorf]

I love the small video that @crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington made that referenced "Archer." If you’re wondering which episode it is, it's "Dial M for Mother."

BTW, Archer is for mature audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.

I quickly paused this and screenshot it as I loved Elita One and Bee's expression when she's cooking his "grilled cheese."

[procyoren]

Little oc art trade I did with @lillinettix :)

[teamarine777]

Some art by @caffeinated-starsailor

Star did an awesome job!

This piece has:

Vulpin(Top left, mine), Opal(Top middle, mine), Heta(Top right, mine), and Sadie(Bottom, Starsailor's)

[terephin]

Tbh mado

Don't ask

Mado… ka…

Mado. Madomadoka. Madokoka. Mdk. aoa. Mdka.

[whatsupwithjinx]

I said I would, so here I am to deliver~

Art by the lovely @blackkatdraws , I only added the colour

[thestreamweaver]

2nd page 😊

Again, this is not my personal art. You can find the artist here:

[cocoafloodsthemetro]

♡ Body type diversity ♡

[ajamnova]

My friend Kuro drew fan art of Yvonne!! She looks so pretty!

[alicewritingstories]

Finally finished it :) Based on @ghosthoard's beautifully angsty Your Eyes Do Not Know Me As They Once Did.

As Wild - no, Link - gazes at him in blank, curious confusion, Twilight suddenly realises how the Shade - Time - felt. He knows the boy standing in front of him. He knows what he will become. He knows that one day they will laugh together, hug each other, bind each other's wounds, and share meals and tears and starry skies. One day this skinny half-naked stray with leaves in his hair and a world limited to a plateau with a wonderful view will be the Hero of the Wild, one of nine, Twilight's beloved little brother.

But now, he's none of those things. He's just a kid staring at a strange wolf as if he's never seen one before.

Which he hasn't.

Twilight probably shouldn't have ensured that his first encounter with a dangerous animal was with one that had hylian intelligence and would have laid its own life down a thousand times rather than hurting him.

Link suddenly smiles, reaching out a tentative hand.

Twilight shouldn't let him do it. He's a wolf, not a dog, and this isn't Wild, this won't be Wild for a long time. He needs to learn to be what he will become. He needs to be taught to be the hero Twilight knows he is.

He wonders if this was how Time felt as he berated and criticised him.

If somewhere inside he was crying over eyes that looked at him without a trace of recognition.

If his disappointment came from remembering Twilight and finding himself facing inexperienced and incapable Link.

He shouldn't let this scruffy, empty shell of a hero pet him.

But Link's eyes are warm and curious and his hand is still outstretched, unsure of what to do but not knowing that he's taking a risk. As reckless as he'll always be.

He remembers Wild chatting to Wolfie as if he knew him, comfortable and happy in the presence of an old friend.

He remembers his lingering pain and confusion at the Shade's disappointment.

And he noses up into the outstretched hand and hears the surprised, delighted laugh.

You'll know me one day, Link.

[battybriefs]

Happy world goth day! An oldie but goodie from my friend Andi Hagen. 🖤

I can't wait until they start posting the comic they're working on. They're one of my all time favorite artists, and honestly such a wholesome human.

IG @ Andi.Draws.Stuff

[graysparrowao3]

This is what Baldur's Gate 3 looks like in my head.

Working on a fic called ✨ The Elturian Prodigy ✨ and thought I'd be incredibly self indulgent and commission some Rolan, Cal, & Lia art for myself. This truly incredible faux poster design was created by Alvin Asiaten of Acasia Designs. It looks like the most amazing animated spin-off show.