May 17
Art collab with my friends >[]<
Sketch: me
Lineart: @hiiamramy
shade and color: @shinyillager
We cooked !!!!
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Art collab with my friends >[]<
Sketch: me
Lineart: @hiiamramy
shade and color: @shinyillager
We cooked !!!!
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Hank, what are you doing with your Pillagers Partners/Friends when they dies?...
Do you burying them...?
Mod: i'm sorry for the delay, i haven't been motivated to draw due to personal reasons or laziness
The forest stretched on, dark and endless, but here, in this quiet hollow where the moonlight barely touched the earth, they stood, two shadows in the gloom. The smaller of the two, feathered and strong, was a contrast to the towering figure that loomed beside him. His wings, dusted in pale light, twitched with every small movement, a quiet, restless energy crackling beneath his skin.
The other was still, unnaturally so, his form stretched too long, his limbs tapering into the dark like the gnarled roots of a forgotten tree. No mouth to speak, only the ever-present hum of something eldritch beneath his skin, a thing not meant for soft hands and whispered touch. And yet… here he stood. Here he allowed himself to be touched.
The winged one reached up, hesitant at first, then surer, fingers brushing over the cold, smooth surface of the other's chin. There was no face to cradle, expression hard to read, yet his touch was reverent, careful. A silent promise passed between them, something ancient, something beyond the confines of language. The cryptid, for all his vastness, leaned ever so slightly into the touch, drawn forward as though gravity itself had shifted.
Oh the Great and Powerful Herold...
You are the Hope for the rest of the Illagers...
“You flatter me, but I’m not stupid. I am well acquainted with mockery, good sir.” Herold sneers, moping to himself. “Didn’t even use my title. Hrrrm.”
Hmmmm
What if Asher's parents aren't died? As another AU?
Idk- also sorry, I'm was just thinking what if they were alive with Mia and Leo
If Thord and Natalie had lived, they would have moved to a far and secluded part of Minecraftia and raised Asher and his sister Lovina to provide them a better life. (Which is the Non-Canon AU I have been working on for awhile.) I do have a fanfic for the canon au if you are interested, I linked it on my page not to long ago. :3
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Character Ask
Hello, Orchid.
How long were you traveling the world? How hard it is?
(Wanted to add color and shading, so might post that one later~)
[Takes place after comics]
"Oh well, I've traveled for a while now. At least for 3 to 4 years by now~"
"Terrain can be quite unpredictable though... you could find yourself climbing mountains, or traversing 'deep darks'... or you could find a nice quiet path by a stream. But no matter how treacherous the travel, I always end up ok in the end~"
"It's like I have my own guardian angel by my side~ "
Happy Birthday to @shinyillager !
Seems like Isolde don't know yet who are the Illagers...
They cannot be funny.
The Illagers are the opposite to Villagers. Illagers hates Villagers so much... They're even raiding villages.
They're dangerous than you think, Isolde...
A shimmer of motes drifted in the still air, and then, snap. Its eyes flew open, hollow and piercing, a sudden predator’s focus. Fear coiled tightly in its chest as the itch returned, sharp and insistent, crawling beneath its skin like fire.
The pull, dark and primal, a whisper to grab, silence, blind. Sender: @shinyillager