#weild draws

[weilaverdui]

Riddles in the Dark, Prologue, page 1

Wreving is a place, where science and wonder walk on the same streets. Meet Lorraine, Cedric, Thomas and Percy. It will take them a while to get to the point on this image.

Guess who panicked.

Am I biting way more than I can chew? Yep. Do i have ANY prep work done? Nope. At least I know the whole story, roughly. Art by me. Story by @masterofrecords with input from wonderful Veles, Qunder, Sid and, for a while, Tan.

[shiveagit]

Pass the wine so I can sharpen my wit.

crocodile | mihawk | buggy

[cut-it-out29]

I’ll be real- this started as being a sketch for an actual render but instead I ended up with.. uh… this????

But It’s kinda sillyyy soo…. YAYAY TRICKSTER

ψ(｀∇´)ψ Trickster belongs to @yourloveaton ofc

Also this is me ranting more but OML i ended up simplifying the outfit so much (๑•ૅㅁ•๑)

I literally don’t think I could make it simpler than this and even be mildly recognizable— I DIDNT WANNA DRAW THAT HAT IN THIS POSE BUT LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE MISSING IS ME FORGETTING UNTIL NOW AND BEING TOO LAZY TO GO BACK NOW JRJGJEKE

LIKE DEAD ASS FORGOT THINGS THAT WERE IN THE ROUGH SKETCH- FUR? NONE. RIBBONS/BELLS? GONE. BELT? NOT EVEN IN THE ROUGH-

But thats enough of my 1 AM ranting—- hope ya like it i’m tired now ( ´Д`)y--･~~

Also also- I really need to draw some more interaction stuff with tricks here— now that I think about it I’ll probably run out of time for the event but I’ll do it either way (ㆀ˘･з･˘)

[doctorcanon]

Some working designs for a "Zelda Saves Link" story I've been sitting on for a while. Featuring Link as a world weary war hero and Zelda's half brother and Sheik as Zelda's advisor and bodyguard and Impa's grandson.

This would be their designs at the beginning of the story but eventually Zelda will cut her hair, become Hyrule's Greatest Archer, reforge the Master Sword, save her brother and become the benevolent Queen Zelda XIV.

[trashypackrat]

Kinda an old drawing but i wanna share my oc ^^

[ananinidraws]

Monthly Spirit Tracks doodle~

ignore the fact i haven't posted about spirit tracks in a while shhhh

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

His room would definitely look like this after becoming a Mastermind LMAO. He's not really driven by despair but more of his own insanity and love for his son. (And thank you @artz16 for adding some ideas to my silly AU.)

[thecontrarianlibrarian]

samurai pencil drawing from an older (high school) industrial design assignment in wich we where to design gloves. (If i recall correctly it was something of a gaming console, holograph glove hybrid thing)

april 15 2018

[cosmic-navel-gazin]

that post of rumata trying to convince the other earthlings of the merits and inherent badassery of dual-wielding just makes me think that whenever his superiors review the footage he sends back to earth all they see is kingdom hearts parking lot when he fights and I'm screaming over here

DUDE!

ANON!

I AM KISSING AND HUGGING YOU FOR REMINDING ME OF THAT LEGENDARY VIDEO! I'M DEAD I'M FUCKIN DEAD. THAT'S EXACTLY THE VIBE I COULDN'T PUT IT BETTER MYSELF

*TEARING MY HAIR OUT*

Anton, Pashka and Anka in the parking lot be like (Anka's the one filming the lads fight ofc):

Rumata in his mind and to the people of Arkanar:

Rumata to his fellow earthlings:

[dinerblaze]

[cy-cyborg]

I'm begging dragonage fans to do a tiny bit of research about arm amputees before loudly shouting their opinions on the inquisitor returning in the next game Please lol.

Apparently, it was confirmed that the inquisitor, your chatacter from the last game (who looses their arm in the final cutscene of the DLC), will return in Veilguard as a customisable character, similar to Hawke, and they will play an active roll in the story. This has caused a lot of people to start speculating on how they'll handle the inquisitor's missing hand, with most people agreeing they'll have to have a prosthetic to be an active part of the story. Which, while I do think this is the rought bioware will take, isn't true, and a part of me really hopes they leave the inquisitor without a prosthetic arm like in the end of Tresspasser

Partially because we already have a companion with a prosthetic (neve) and it would be nice to see some diversity in how amputation is depicted in such a mainstream game, but also because you dont need a prosthetic to fight as any of the main 3 classes from inquisition.

Mage:

mages just need a staff, the game shows them as 2 handed weapons but it's totally beleiveable that it would be usable 1-handed (Neve also uses a dagger-like weapon in the trailer, you can make a "staff" in inquisition that functions more like an energy sword, and the Mage in the chargers uses a staff resembling a bow, so I think it's more that they just need a focus, the shape doesn't matter as much). A knight enchanter may struggle more 1 handed, but I wouldn't write it off as an option with some modifications made to their main staff.

Warrior:

the easiest to justify, because there are several cases of arm amputees fighting with a sword and sheild in history, and while many did have prosthetics, most weren't functional (meaning they were mainly for aesthetic purposes and didn't actually aid the fighter in any way. There were exceptions, like Götz of the iron hand, who's prosthetic was functional, but most were not). The inquisitor looses their arm just above the wrist*, so they still have most of their forearm. Most sheilds strap to the forearm, so it wouldn't take much adjustment to make that work, and you can use the other hand for the weapon. Obviously, two-handed weapons will probably be off the table, though, lol.

*edit to say, as several people pointed out, i got that wrong, my bad 😅. The inquisitors arm is actually amputated through the elbow, the screenshots i was looking at just weren't very clear and it has been a while since i got to trespasser lol. It would still entirely possible to strap a shield to the upper arm though, with some pretty minor adjustments to the existing straps on standard (as in, those used by non-disabled warriors) tall shields, so the point still stands.

Rogue

this is the one people tend to be the loudest about and the one I understand the most. Obviously duel-weilding daggers won't work (unless you give them something like the hidden blades in assassin's creed on their stump side, I guess) but using a single dagger still would, and is a perfectly reasonable approach, given that's how most irl people used daggers. Archery, though, absolutely can work without a prosthetic, despite what people think. Dragonage has crossbows, not something like Bianca (rip) but a small, single-handed crossbow is an option. Even ignoring that though, amputee archery is a thing irl, and not every arm amputee uses prosthetics for it. The bows are modified to be held in one hand and drawn with the mouth using a kind of pully-system built into the bow that I could very easily see being modified into some dwarven-style contraption in game (some double arm amputees use their feet to draw regular bows, but I don't think that would be pheasable in combat).

Like I said, I think bioware will probably go with a prosthetic, but i hope that they don't. Or at the very least, show them with it sometimes and without it other times (the same goes for Neve, no one wears their prosthetic 24/7, I'd love to see them both take them off around the home base, even just occasionally). A lot of arm amputees in particular prefer to go without one, and arm prosthetics in media are some of the worst offenders of the "perfect prosthetic"/"miracle cure prosthetic" tropes. It doesn't count as "diversity" or disability representation if it doesn't actually change anything other than the look of the chatacter, and im really, really desperate for some actually decent amputee representation in games.

[beforetimes]

found a fic idea i planned a few months ago in my gdrive, so i figured i'd share it here!

everything starts with fire. a fire that rages and takes all of cang qiong down with it. flames that lick at every peak, irrespective of whatever martial prowess their lords might have. liu qingge coughs through the smoke, unwillingly pulled away from the worst of it. he catches sight of his sister—just a brief glance, but enough for him to fight against getting pulled away. then; everything goes black.

liu qingge wakes up much later, the concept of cang qiong mountain not even a breath in his mind. gone from his memory, all he remembers quite clearly is his name and the fact that he's missing someone. he's not quite sure who. he has a sword he remembers to weild with the help of muscle memory, and sets out on a journey, wandering to find... something. someone. he's not sure. all liu qingge knows is that he needs to keep moving. it's important that he does.

after a few days, he stumbles into a valley. large, beautiful, rolling green hills filled with flora and fauna, trees lining the edges, a mountain in the backdrop that frames it like a painting. swirling clouds of white that make up most of the sky, picture-perfect blue peeking out where they don't.

in the middle of it all, a small home.

liu qingge makes it down, slowly but surely. and knocks on the door much later, leaning back and awaiting a response.

he's greeted with two people who he doesn't recognize, but who clearly recognize him, if not made clear by the very confused "shidi?" he gets from the man in green and what feels like it should be a familiar glare from the person in black next to him.

of course, liu qingge doesn't want to bother with the melodrama. he tells them what he knows; he woke up alone. nothing but his sword and the clothes on his back. he hasn't seen anyone who's recognized him. he doesn't remember anything. not even you two, he adds, when the man in green opens his mouth to say something.

from there, after an examination from a healer the two apparently know, they get this news: they cannot tell liu qingge every single thing that has transpired in his life because the source of his memory loss is magical and doing so may trigger a worse fit that could become permanent—instead, they need to (and this is where liu qingge cringes a tad) create a space where he can push through the blockage, slowly but surely, and remember himself again. which is possible, he's told, but only if he doesn't rush this.

liu qingge is reluctant, but doesn't really know what else he could have to rush to do, so he asks if he can stay in the pair's home for a while. just while he recovers. the one in black is ready to say no before the one in green is speaking over him to say yes, please, don't mind my husband, he's just a little possessive hahaha! and liu qingge really doesn't mind, he thinks he can understand why the man might be when he stares at the space where the green one's neck ducks behind his robes.

anyway, he gets his introductions, given two names — shen yuan and luo binghe. they spark something in his head, some familiarity, and he realizes that they haven't been lying about knowing him. which more or less seals the deal about him staying with the pair of them.

over the next few weeks, liu qingge relaxes. he doesn't notice how tense he was until his shoulders loosen and he can feel weight lifted off his shoulders, almost as if it was physical. shen yuan and luo binghe are gracious guests, but—

well, there's just one problem. liu qingge is. falling. for them.

which!!! he didn't mean to!!!! he will swear it up and down everywhere he goes he didn't mean to!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but shen yuan is so unflinchingly chilly in a way that makes him seem warmer when he thaws. he draws and paints and writes poetry that he lets liu qingge read now and then, liu qingge growing enamoured with the ways he twists all these words into images he could hardly imagine. he's obsessed with the quietness of shen yuan, all things unsaid and barely there touches that feel like fire on his skin.

luo binghe, in comparison, is overwhelming, like a fire raging (hah!) in a hearth. seemingly brash and unbending, liu qingge watches him cry crocodile tears to get his? shizun's? favour, listens to him joke and watches him clean the way only servants do. gets caught up staring at his curls and imagining running his fingers through them, images of braids and days spent dozing under the summer sun with all three of them curled up against each other like kittens in a shoebox.

he just. everything about this place is so warm and kind. it feels like something he's never experienced, even if liu qingge knows that he has no way to know if he's ever been at a place that feels so wholly comfortable. (and almost like home). the atmosphere is domestic. they squabble over chores, eat dinner together, even go out for night hunts, sometimes. luo binghe's attitude towards him starts chilly before thawing and soon he's getting prodded and teased as much as shen yuan is.

then, somehow. liu qingge goes to bed and dreams. and all he can see is smoke and fire. his sister's face. the peak lords and their disciples. his responsibilities become anchors tied to his shoulders.

he wakes up, nearly throws himself out of luo binghe and shen yuan's bed, waking the both of them in the process. liu qingge is on the verge of qi deviating, and luo binghe must notice. because one moment liu qingge is on his way out, one hand on the sword, and shen yuan calling after him, and the next moment he takes a hyperventilating breath, luo binghe is across him weidling his own sword.

its a messy fight. not because of blood or injury but because of everything shouted between them. ruthlessly tearing at insecurities, made up taunts that liu qingge only says because he knows it will upset luo binghe. as their swords clash, liu qingge can feel himself grow weaker, even as his qi still goes out of control.

and then he feels a hand on his back, ice cold qi circling through his meridians, and turns back to look at shen yuan in shock.

i remember you, he says. you did this for me, once, a long time ago.

shen yuan nods, and luo binghe finally sheaths his sword, and liu qingge feels out of his depth, wedged between two people trying to slow him down while his sister, his home, somewhere far off, burn.

he turns to the two of them, feels reluctant to ask for fear of rejection, but liu qingge tells them he needs to go. his sister could be dead and he needs to know her fate. he needs to salvage what he can of his peak, find his disciples, his martial brothers. and he needs to leave them behind, unless they were? willing to come along? and the last part is said so quickly he hopes that it could fly under the radar.

but they both hear. the miraculous part of it all is that they both agree.

liu qingge is taken aback. luo binghe laughs at the expression on his face and shen yuan thwacks him lightly on the arm with a fan before telling liu qingge that they'll spend the night preparing before leaving tomorrow.

liu qingge just agrees, nearly in shock, following after them. vaguely numb. he watches the two of them lean into each other as they enter the home and feels his heart try to beat out of his chest.

he's soooo fucked. liu qingge thinks he's never been in love before but if he has, it's never felt quite like this.

and that's all i have so far! lmk if you'd want to see this written out in full as a fic, too ^_^

i just think like. the fallout of liu qingge remembering everything — luo binghe's actions and shen yuan almost? snubbing him? would complicate so much. on top of luo binghe and shen yuan's realization that they might love liu qingge when they get to see him without his biases making him more hostile to luo binghe/the idea of them as a couple. trying to tackle the way they'd eventually end up together would be sooo hefty but sooo fun.

[alonzoarts]

HOLY [Macoroni]!!

ITS A [Salesman Enjoyer (Based)]!!

I “M SO GLAD Y0U [like…]D MY [Appearance:] IN [d e l t a r u n e]!!

BUT I

MUST [Ask] YOU

ONE

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CAN YOU DRAW ME [[Weilding a Giant]] [Gun] AND SAYING [No No No I’m Gonna Hirt Yo]

THANK YOU [VERY much.]

[naomihatake]

A love so deep

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x GN!reader

Synopsis: He loves you so deeply it defies the forces of nature.

Content warnings: weapons, loyalty, maybe it's fluff?

Word count: a few hundred words

A/N: Zoro brainrot hours. I'm around episode 330 of one piece so I don't know for sure if he ever harms any of his crewmates with his sword, so for now this is just a headcanon. Take it as you will, dear readers

Zoro Roronoa is loyal. He's confident, despite the monsters hunting him sometimes, screaming in his nightmares that he's not strong enough, that he has to get stronger and stronger and stronger in order to protect his friends, his lover. If he can't protect the ones he cares for at least through actions — because he's never been a professional at verbally expressing himself — then what the fuck is he even doing?

His will is stronger than steel. Maybe it's tied to his stubborn nature, to the fact that once he wants to do something, there's no way to stop him. His will is the highest and strongest mountain you'll ever lay eyes on and you're either able to accept it or not.

He wants to protect the ones he holds dear to his heart. Out loud there are rare times when he admits such things, but he's proved it countless times. He'll say things with a specific nuance and only his friends would know the deep meaning behind his words.

His will are his swords. His stubbornness runs through the hilts and rests in his scabbards, it makes his katana shine each time he draws them out. He's poured his everything into these swords, even the overwhelming and undeniable love he has for you. Weapons, objects he always used to kill, blades that sparkle with the remnants of blood.

However, not even once did his sword cut through a friend, through you. Even his very body would be manipulated by some supernatural force, the blades would only graze the skin, would mold into your skin and still not break through. There would be marks, it would be obvious something happened, but your blood will never get on his swords.

Especially if you trust him, his abilities and his katana. They're like an extension of his very being, of his own soul. Even the blades recognise you, your haki, your energy. Even their sharpness softens at the contact of your skin and stops, refusing to hurt you, someone he loves so deeply he doesn't know for sure what path he'll take if something happens to you.

And he'd be damned if you're harmed by him. He would rather die one thousand times and run with bare feet through hell than be the one to inflict pain on you.

And he trusts you just the same way he trusts his own will. Whatever weapon you weild, whatever power has been bestowed to you by a Devil Fruit — none of those matter. Deep down, he knows you're not capable of harming him or your friends.

Because, at some point, an enemy you're fighting against might laugh hysterically about how "You'll bend to my will, Pirate Hunter".

Both of you know that no matter what, none of your wapons will ever be drowned in the other's blood. His sword would stop at the contact with your skin and your bullet would ricochet against his bare chest.

A love so deep it defies the forces of nature. The string of trust is thick and stronger than steel, just like his will and your own.

This connection between him and you won't appear out of the blue, but it will certainly grow steadily and once it does, it's unbreakable.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Jason Grace tearing through his enemies with his bare hands. He doesn't need a weapon because he is the weapon.

Jason draws it to fight Krios and just by weilding it he's holding back. He's putting his training with Lupa on the back burner to be the perfect son of Jupiter.

The blade shines red and gold no matter how much it's cleaned. Because human or monster Jason has always been a force of nature.

And yet everyone agrees Jason's much more terrifying without the sword.

[princeoferror]

Swordsmanship Showdown

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Progress pics below!

With the release of the latest echoes of wisdom trailer we've been introduced to so many new things. Firstly, cat. Also Volvagia returns, and what took my interest the most, sword fighting zelda and evil link

So let's draw it

Sketch:

Link is known for being the best swordsman in hyrule so I wanted to show an intense struggle for Zelda. While she's embodying him to weild her own sword she doesn't have his experience since she's more of a magic user.

Line art:

Line art is the same as usual

Flats:

my flat colours are kept lighter so when I add darker shadows there will be more of a dramatic contrast.

Finished render:

Now as we get to the final render I'm using [this tutorial] I watched from Marc Brunet for cel shading. This definitely helped me out with not overdoing the soft edge shadows, this fits a lot better for my line art. Moving onwards after this piece I think its time for me to do painting studies to familiarize myself with form more, as well as value compositions.

I'm very happy with how this piece turned out especially when I was making this as quickly as I possibly could. I love the glow zelda has, the intense expression they both wear- I enjoyed drawing link as a villain for once not just as dark link.

This month I'm uploading only echoes of wisdom pieces for getting ready for the games release, so be sure to follow so you don't miss the rest.

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Thanks for reading, bye!