Here’s a pencil sketch courtesy of 324b21. I love how different art styles can lead to diverse interpretations of the same character. While Moki’s Zora was soft and childlike, 324b21’s is strong, powerful, and statuesque. And yet both work in their own way.
Here’s some more art courtesy of Rusavia over on the Tumblrs. If you like her blog, follow her. Not in that creepy stalker way, but in that loyal companion way, exactly 384 units behind while ocassionally blocking the exit.
Anyway, I like the way Amalee‘s sketch has tiny freckles of color, in her amulet and in her eyes. In fact, I like to imagine the amulet works like a mood ring. It turns green when there’s a beautiful landscape to witness, red when there’s danger, and yellow when it’s time to hit the gas and speed through the intersection.
Zora, looking cozy. You can also see the diamond and opal colored eyes here, it makes you want to pluck them out and where it as a ring. But that would be creepy and gross so don’t do that.
This piece of art doesn’t have that vibe at all, it’s just comfy, like a warm fire in a winter cabin.
Woohoo it’s Fan Art Friday or FAF as the people in the hood call it. Seriously. Go down to the hood and they’ll tell you all abouts da FAF. It is a worldwide phenomenon, and this week we are displaying the wonderful work of our resident screenshot champion, Numeriku.
The first set of pictures features Erevan and Numeriku’s PC Talie. She’s giving him the tough love and support he needs. She’s the fiery torch dragging, er, guiding his way through the dark.
Oh man, that picture in the corner. All the feels.
Here is a doodle of Qa’Dojo, looking rather serene. What the picture doesn’t show is that he’s riding a unicycle on a high wire. In life, balance is key.
One of the complaints handegg players have is their lack of marketability. They wear helmets that cover up half their face, so it’s hard to identify your favorite players when they start rampaging in public. Anum-La, thankfully, doesn’t suffer from that problem. Even without her hood, you know her right away.
Here is a little dinner party Zora is having with a potato and a wedge of cheese. I imagine she’d give them both names, then find it excruciatingly hard to eat them for that reason. Of course, this would eventually lead to rotting, at which point she’d bury them in the backyard but not after having a short ceremony commemorating their life.
Au revoir, Cheesy-kins. Safe travels, Senor Mash. We hardly knew ye.