I come with another question!
I know kind of what the other cryptid Links are based on… but what about our wind waker fella? I know he’s some kind of sea monster looking thing… I love his tail and he looks so squishable. But what is he based on? Anything mythological, anything from just cool present day media? Or is he his own original thing kinda?
(Anon •••)
My original design for Cryptid Wind was very much inspired by Pixar’s Luca! I even called him a Sea Monster on the character sheet haha!
But then I thought that he looked too much like Luca, and it wasn’t very fun for me to draw anymore, so I did a LOT of experimenting. I did a lot of sketches trying out different designs, different ocean creatures to base him off of. I ended up making a poll with some designs and everyone… voted on the original. Which wasn’t what I expected! So yeah, I put up a poll and then completely disregarded the results.
(I later did the same thing with Wars, though I got some VERY good feedback! While I’m not gonna go with any of the original poll options, I am taking your critique and suggestions into account! You all have such amazing things to say!)
I’m pretty proud of what I’ve got for Aquili designs and lore! While you can definitely still see the Luca influence, I’m a lot happier with it! I’ve been working on a full design post, with lore and drawings of other Aquili. Aryll and Grandma and agh!! I’m excited. I’ll continue working on it when classes stop being so hectic!
Thanks for asking!!
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Paul and Fishy: The Start of Something Beautiful
The dynamic duo are back:)
Big thanks for @crustyraccoon for suggesting a Paul and Fishy backstory fic!!! I hope y’all enjoy this:)
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“You can’t be serious,” Paul mumbled as he stared in disbelief at the fishbowl David had placed in his lap.
Dwayne cringed, “we got you a pet.”
Paul laughed dryly, “this isn’t a pet it’s sashimi,” he ground out through his teeth.
Marko bit his thumb nervously, “you…you don’t like him?” He asked.
Paul’s eyes narrowed, “you’re fucking with me,” he decided, “haha, very funny, where’s my dog?” He demanded.
David stepped forward, “we didn’t get you a dog. We got you a fish, you’re welcome,” he stated with eyebrow raised.
Paul placed the fishbowl to the side as he stood, “but why? I’ve been asking for a dog for weeks!” He reminded them.
David rolled his eyes, “maybe if you take good care of the fish we can talk about getting you a dog.” He lied.
“What?!” Paul exclaimed, “Dwayne didn’t need to prove he could take care of a fish before he got a dog!”
“Dwayne takes care of a child,” David said through gritted teeth.
“Dwayne takes care of a child,” Paul mocked in a high pitched tone.
“Paul…” Marko trailed off.
“Whatever,” Paul huffed, as he picked the fishbowl up, “enjoy your night assholes.” He grit while storming off.
“Yeah why don’t take some time and think about how you can be more grateful,” David yelled after him.
“I told you guys he’d do this,” Marko grumbled, still biting his thumb.
Dwayne shrugged, seemingly unphased by the whole ordeal, “give him time,” he assured the other two vampires, “he’ll come around.”
Paul stuck his fish bowl on his bedside table and rolled his eyes. “I wanted a golden retriever, not a goldfish,” he grumbled.
He pulled a vinyl from its sleeve and placed it on his record player. The harsh sound of “Shout At The Devil,” blared through his room.
Paul crossed his arms and furrowed his brow, as he sat on his bed and leaned back against the wall. He hoped they’d hear his music in the main hall over the noise of whatever they were up to, ‘It would serve them right for this bs they pulled on me,’ he thought to himself as he pouted.
As the lyrics played, Paul glanced in disdain at his new “pet,” but when he caught sight of the fish his face twisted in disbelief.
His fish was bobbing along to the beat. Paul leaned forward and rubbed his eyes, but he wasn’t imaging things, the little goldfish really was moving to the music.
“Do you like this song,” Paul asked the fish in disbelief, feeling a little foolish for trying to speak with a goldfish.
To his surprise, the fish seemed to blink back a response.
“You do? Does a blink mean yes?” Paul asked.
The goldfish blinked again.
Paul gasped, “you like Motley Crüe???” He asked the fish excitedly.
The goldfish blinked affirmatively.
“Me too man! I love Motley Crüe!” He told the fish, prompting the little goldfish to swim in a circle around his bowl enthusiastically.
Paul beamed as he pulled the fish’s bowl from his night stand into his lap. “What other bands do you like bud?” Paul questioned.
Fishy wiggled his fin and let out bubbles, but Paul just stared at him in confusion.
“Hmm this won’t work…” he trailed off while rubbing his head, “oh! I know!” He exclaimed as inspiration struck him.
He set the fish bowl down on his bedside table once more, and grabbed a handful of his records. He held his copy of Toys in the Attic up to the fish’s bowl. “If one blink is yes, blink twice for no, ok?” Paul proposed.
The goldfish blinked in response.
Paul smiled, “perfect,” he said. He tapped the vinyl.
The fish blinked once.
“Me too!” Paul told him, “I love Aerosmith!”
The fish’s fins wiggled excitedly.
Paul moved to the next album, Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death. Paul shot the fish an expectant look.
The goldfish blinked affirmatively again.
“ME TOO!” Paul exclaimed, “the Dead Kennedys rock man!” He told the fish.
The goldfish let out three bubbles happily.
Finally, Paul held up Master of Puppets and bit his lip.
The fish blinked one last time.
“Yes!” Paul shouted excitedly, “you have impeccable taste bud!” He assured the fish.
He put his vinyls away and moved to sit back on his bed and place the fish bowl in his lap, “I think we’re going to be very good friends,” Paul told the goldfish smiling.
The fish swam in circles, obviously excited by Paul’s words. Paul chuckled softly as he watched the fish race around his bowl.
“You sure do have a lot of energy bud,” Paul noticed, “I’m the same way, sometimes I just can’t sit still.”
The fish let out a bubble as he looked into Paul’s eyes, “you too? That’s crazy bud! It’s like we’re meant for each other or somethin” He said while smiling.
“I guess I should give you a name,” paul reasoned. His brow furrowed as he thought about what to name the rocker fish.
“You know what,” Paul started, “you look like a Fishy to me,” he decided,
The fish blinked once in reply.
“Yeah? Fishy? You like that?” Paul asked.
The goldfish blinked again.
“Alright then,” Paul smiled, “Fishy it is.”
Fishy let out three bubbles and wiggled his left fin.
“Sucks that I can’t really understand you,” paul pouted. Fishy blinked in agreement.
Paul sighed peacefully, “that’s ok,” he told Fishy, “I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to learn.”
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