pencil sketch of Penguins graphic, eventually to be screenprinted
5/6/2013 update: samples and tee continued here
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pencil sketch of Penguins graphic, eventually to be screenprinted
5/6/2013 update: samples and tee continued here
listen… i don’t know why i drew this… but it’s probably @notenoughgatorade‘s fault.
Blobby Penguin Rogue One AU? (Where nobody dies of course.)
do not come to me with this, anon
besides, penguin sid and geno are already leia and han
sketch in progress
8-Bit Sidney Crosby (Pittsburgh Penguins)!
Can we have a draw based on that pic of Sid nuzzling Geno's neck please? :D
mixed signals
That last game versus CBJ… When Geno got hit and Phil EXPLODED I just felt like that one panel in hiimdaisy’s comic encompassed everything
i have no idea what this style is
Did a nicer little doodle of Geno that’s a bit more to my liking.
Human geno loves nibblin on his jersey, does penguin geno do the same?
he doesn’t have a jersey but he bites on other hockey things
How are the babs dealing with playing against Sid and Geno? Because last year they had emotions when they thought they were fighting, but now they're also fighting them /O\
it was hard for both sides
but it was the big penguins, surprisingly, that had more trouble with it
space penguin captain first class sidney doesn’t find geno floating among the stars and comets. instead, he finds him, weeks later, at a local outpost when they stop to refuel the shuttle, nooting quite emphatically at a small flyer bird.
“geno!” sidney cries, waddling over. geno turns and looks at him with wide eyes, like he can’t believe he’s here, his antennas wiggling happily. sidney’s missed him so much. “can you tell your friend here to stop hassling me?” the flyer bird grumbles, interrupting their moment. “we don’t do refunds.” “refunds?” sidney asks as geno cuddles him, content. “what did geno give you?” the flyer bird harrumphs. “he traded his translation box for a transport to the milky way galaxy.” sidney furrows his brow. “we didn’t pick him up in the milky way galaxy,” he says. “we found him in zulu sector.” “uh,” the flyer bird says intelligently. sidney glares. “i’m a space captain, you know. i could have you arrested.” the flyer bird pales and assures him that it’ll be no trouble to get geno’s translation box back, it’ll just take some time, in the meantime, why don’t you take these antenna receivers, free of charge?
the flyer bird scurries off in a flurry of feathers. sidney looks down at the receivers. geno is preoccupied with preening him. sidney puts on the receivers and immediately, it’s a barrage of words feeding directly into his penguin brain. “ - miss you so much, i wanted to find my translation box as fast as possible so i could go find you again and tell you -” sidney’s heart feels so full. to his surprise, his own antennas wiggle. geno stops, staring at the antennas, tentatively wiggles his own. sidney looks into geno’s hopeful eyes. he wiggles them again.
sidney thinks his antennas aren’t so bad after all. they managed to tell geno what he had wanted to tell geno since the day he left.
the end :) (or is it?)
A Treehouse Reversebang picture for this story:
HIghway Unicorn by thefourthvine, art by pentapus
He saw the horn poking out from the pony’s head, golden and straight and somehow delicate-looking despite the empty tuna can hanging off of it. The unicorn horn. “The fuck,” Sidney said out loud, his eye skipping from the horn over the greyish-white body to the graceful gold-toned hooves.
My Sidney Crosby drawing.