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bonus-links · 9 months
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WOO, finally got this ref chart together! the art's actually kinda old by now (I started this back in february) but I didn't feel like redrawing everything outside outfit changes sooooo,,,,,my apologies 😅 here's the main cast! you can find individual refs in this masterpost
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ezdotjpg · 11 months
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some more requests from discord ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
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skipperjwalker · 8 months
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@bonus-links wet beastology
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veid49 · 2 months
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We need more of these kinds of duos
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fable-stims · 9 months
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Mask (Bonus Links) stimboard for me!
Art/AU belong to @bonus-links/@ezdotjpg!
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keteath · 7 months
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Linktober #9 : Constructs
Constructs is one of those English words that puzzles me greatly. I had no idea what to draw and I have yet to play totk so... Have Mask from @bonus-links by @ezdotjpg weaving nests for the fairies. Those count as construct, right ?
(Probably not but I was really happy to draw this anyway)
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zartophski · 7 months
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I said I wasn't doing the -tober prompts, but today's Flufftober prompt "family, friends, loved ones" prompted a ten steps removed idea for a drabble. So, please enjoy some Bonus Links shenanigans
War stood from his seat near the head of the table. All eyes turned to his passive sweep over the gathered guests, waiting only a moment before beginning his brief addressal for the evening. "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears." "Romans?" Mirror whispered, leaning further into Mask's personal space. He glared at him, but Mirror didn't seem to notice. "Where do you think Romans are from? You think Mage has been there?" "Are you kidding? Mage has been everywhere." Wake hissed from Mask's other side. He leaned in, further boxing in the younger hero. "But he's never mentioned Romans." "He doesn't talk about shit." Wake glanced across the table, sizing him up. Mage remained unaware of the debate, staring passively at War as he continued his dull speech. Mask didn't think anyone was listening, not that he could considering the pair whispering back and forth through his ears. He tried to tune them out, and he was mostly successful if he tried really hard to pick out what War was saying. Something about ambition and the crown. Mask wondered what the point of the speech was supposed to be, but it didn't matter. He'd never admit to his incomprehension, because as soon as War finished talking about what might have been an assassination after all, the castle waitstaff brought out the trays of food to signal the start of the meal. And with food and chatter around the table to distract Mirror and Wake, Mask was free to snatch as much food as his pockets could hold and sneak out of the dining hall to eat in quiet peace.
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arecaceae175 · 3 months
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A little guy with his cow buddies!!!!
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This is Mask from @bonus-links :D
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triforce-of-mischief · 8 months
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"What is that."
"It's soup," Wake answered, offering the bowl of said soup.
Mask frowned. "You're not eating soup."
By the winds, Wake didn't know how Mask thought that the congestion in his voice wasn't painfully obvious. "Nope."
He followed Mask's gaze to the rest of the group, who had been served hearty dishes of meat and rice.
"I can eat that," Mask tried. "Get that stupid soup out of my face."
"I'm sure you can," Wake said lightly. "Slate will be happy to give you some if you go ask."
Mask twisted his face in what was probably supposed to be a glare, and Wake gave him an easy smile right back.
Finally, the kid huffed and reached for the bowl. "Just give me the damn soup."
"Enjoy!" Wake passed it over, lingering for an extra moment to ensure that Mask had it properly balanced.
Mask grumbled at him, and as Wake turned away he noticed him discreetly wipe his nose on his sleeve.
The next time Wake checked on Mask, he was passed out cold, curled up and shivering next to a half-eaten bowl of soup.
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marshmellowpaint · 2 years
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@ezdotjpg / @bonus-links Link’s AU is so so so so so cool and I love Mask’s design 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
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ash-and-starlight · 2 months
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taking the crumbs of venetian agna qel’a chewing biting gnashing on them until there aren’t even bones left and then spitting out. carnevale northern water tribe style
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bonus-links · 1 year
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RUINS, pt. 9
first | <<prev | next>>
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ezdotjpg · 1 year
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some doodle requests from discord ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ 
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modmad · 6 months
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shout out to Scooby-Doo for raising several generations with the trope of 'they take off the mask and it's always the greedy rich white bastard who wanted even more fucking money' even if they get made fun of for it because at the end of the day? damn. it really always is some greedy rich white bastard who wants even more fucking money.
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veid49 · 1 month
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Bros just so
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rainingriversofyou · 2 months
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Nesta Archeron “Lady Death” - Artist: bookishkoda
“Something metallic gleamed like sunshine in Nesta’s hand. A mask. “Nesta,” Azriel warned, panic sharpening his voice, but too late. She closed her eyes and shoved it onto her face. A strange, cold breeze swept through the tunnel.”
“Bryce had endured that wind before, in the Bone Quarter. A wind of death, of decay, of quiet. The hair on her arms rose. And her blood chilled to ice as Nesta opened her eyes to reveal only silver flame shining there. Whatever that mask was, whatever power it had … death lay within it.” …
“Mortal, an ancient, bone-dry voice whispered in Bryce’s head. You are mortal, and you shall die. Memento mori. Memento mori, memento—“
-House Of Flame And Shadow
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