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man has no need for the 9 - 5 workday. you know what man DOES need? chickens, a food garden, ample time for hobbies/creative endeavors, a picnic basket, various jams also.

My most recent project! I have SO many thoughts about this au, so stay tuned because I will definitely be making more content for this! Do you have a favorite?

it’s the middle of the night and i am now ready to start The Task!

Holographic Pride Pokeball Pins made by friedunicornstudio

I saw someone with a ‘free hugs’ sign and got inspired.

…I can’t tell if you can read Virgil’s sign entirely properly so here:

“Free Existential Crisis and Hug? (maybe)”

secondary sign: or I yell “[no swears] Off” Depends on mood.

(Patton’s text in italics because I never figured out color-text)

(bonus Snek boi under cut)

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Sky jolts up from his fitful slumber. It was the usual nightmares again. You'd think he'd be over this by now. Zelda is safe. He knows this. And yet, the dreams persists. Sighing, he stands up. He needs a moment.

The smith watches him go. He could tell the knight was shaken, but didn't deem it necessary to bolt right after him. That would only stir up the rest of their brothers, and he was sure the Skyloftian didn't want that kind of attention on himself right now.

After a while, the smith gets up to nudge awake the next person for the watch. "I'll be right back." He says. The smith doesn't have to explain himself. He does this sometimes, disappearing to who knows where, but he always comes back unscathed.

He finds the knight a little ways off camp, curled up in a ball. "Hey." He calls softly. "You alright?" Sky startles a bit. "Yeah- Yeah, im okay. I just-" He chokes on a broken sob. The smith can see the slight tremble of his brother's shoulders. After a moment of hesitation, he raises his sword.

Sky can see a flash of light through his closed eyelids and hands covering his face. Next thing he knows, there's not one, but four bodies pressing up against him.

"It's okay." It's a voice he knows, if ever so slightly different. "We've got you." A slightly higher one adds. Now, normally Sky would've whipped his head up at the flash of light alone, but something tells him he doesn't need to. Not this time. He trusts those words. And he knows they speak the truth.

Im not a writer, but i wanted to try a bit fancier way to tell you what occurred in my head when my two brain cells collided and i started drawing this lol

Daily #52

So I realized I haven’t drawn a lot of Picani and that is a royal shame on my part so I decided to fix that! Here’s some kiddo Emile!!

(Guess this is starting to turn into a series now huh? Well in case you wanna see the others here you are:) 

Virgil, Patton

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