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combine special interest? ok. httyd but its classic LOZ link, and Twilight Princess link (the woolly howl) 

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Me and my wonderful artist friends in the Zelink server decided to make a collab of animal blupees! It was a lot of fun to make and I'll be tagging each blupee to their creators down below! Happy Holidays!

Lord of the Mountain, Dragon, and Wolf- me!

Cat- @alkturos

Axotolt- @outcastsketchbook

Capybara and Racoon- @itcantbe

Owl- @zeldaseyebrows

Lobster- @aquaticpal

Cuccoo- @chimpukampu

Newt- @newtsnaturethings

Moth- @pastelsandpining

Frog- @bellecream

Bear and Ferret- @wwwhttps

Dolphin- @science-trash-artwork

Blueback whale and seal- @obsidiangst

Unicorn- @softpromise

#had to reblog this here #it's so good #im in love with this #zelda #loz #legend of zelda #botw #breath of the wild

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legit thought you wanted to get dice to eat them

i want to get more dice as a treat

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the legend continues △

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crash

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It's like I'm looking in a mirror.

This is the best I can do

OH MY GOD

THIS IS THE BEST THING TO EVER EXIST IN THIS WORLD

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OKAY SO EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS. I'VE BEEN OBLITERATED. SERIOUSLY YOU SHOULD READ IT. IT'S SO GOOD.

Shepherd AU with SS Zelink? 👀 Like in the Alchemist? Link only sees her once a year, but since the first time he did he considers what he'd do in order to see or be with her.

At Sight I Saw

Three years ago, Lincoln only heard of her passage, in hearsay and whispers outside the schoolhouse during recess. The day before, the daughter of the president himself was seen passing through to the train station, on a carriage made from solid gold. He was fifteen then, and pretended not to believe it.

Two years ago, he actually saw her. The carriage was not made from solid gold but gleamed black, as if freshly constructed just for her journey along the prairie. It seemed this was a yearly trip for her, passing through Hateno to the Necluda Train Station, likely to some far-off, fancy city such as Hyrule Township or Akkala. He wondered why until he caught a glimpse of the fair maiden herself, startling blue eyes that gleamed from miles away, a pricey magenta dress so far removed from his aunt’s rags that she may as well have been from another planet. The maiden’s light blonde hair fel in bangs like a small waterfall from her white bonnet. The sun wouldn’t dare freckle her pearly skin, nor tan it nor burn it. Although the carriage drove off as if Lincoln weren’t even there, he was satisfied by the notion that her skin would not be tainted. He slept that night thinking about how, somewhere out there, she was perfect.

It wasn’t until the morning after that the damage was realized. Apparently Lincoln had been so entranced by this young woman on that gleaming carriage that he forgot to close the sheep pen. The wolves had a great feast upon the meat and the wool that would have allowed his uncle to pay the loan off the property.

“I said I was sorry,” Lincoln had said, pulling his hands out of his messy burnt-wheat hued hair to fall onto the wooden table.

“‘Sorry’ isn’t going to save the house, Lincoln,” his uncle said. “We needed that money to keep afloat and now…”

His uncle tapered off, his sigh laced with disapproval. Within the month, Uncle Seth packed up everything of value, including Aunt Clara and baby cousin Marta and headed west where he could claim his own land instead of buying someone else’s. All Lincoln thought about, besides his uncle’s disappointment in him, was that they would be moving in the opposite direction of the eastward train and its blaring whistle. Lincoln was sixteen then, and tried to forget all of it.

A year ago, Lincoln was a much more responsible shepherd than the year prior and had bonded so well with his uncle over the past year that the old man even shed a tear when Lincoln set out to start a life of his own. Two tied canvas sacks slung over his horse, he left with a gallop, heading west. Lincoln was seventeen then, and missed the passage of the young maiden.

The hooves of Lincoln’s tired horse clunked into a rather clustered city the day after his eighteenth birthday. Hyrule township was a bustle he was not accustomed to. He felt short and insignificant. When he started asking around about the daughter of the president, only the deaf man did not laugh in his face. An “ethereal beauty” was what they called her, one who had no business with a country shepherd. Lincoln spent his last dime on a hotel and a meal that night. He sold his horse the next morning, two dollars rubbing against themselves in his pocket as he walked to the train station. He ran when he heard the whistle.

It was the slimmest of chances that she would be there on the platform, that her destination happened to be Hyrule Township and she happened to be arriving that morning. Lincoln still sulked away when no eyes came close to her sapphires that day, or the day after, or the day after that.

His pockets were empty on that day that he finally saw her, and thus it was the only day that he hoped he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t be able to treat her. Here he was, a shepherd without a penny to his name in love with the most wealthy maiden in all of Hyrule. He worried she would think he was only in it for the money, which is why he couldn’t manage a word as he stared at her on the platform, in all white and a tad more grown up, much like him. The wind blew her bonnet off her head and forced some blonde strands to escape her updo. Link almost melted into the earth.

He wanted to say something, he really did, but nothing came out. The fated courtship would have ended right there and then if she wasn’t staring too. Lincoln didn’t know it, but he was terribly becoming, sturdily built but lean and fit. His eyes were bright with youth although his calloused hands knew hard work. Sweat stuck to his bangs and Zelda, although she knew it to be terribly improper, wanted to run her fingers through his mussed, dirty blonde hair.

“What’s your name?” she asked amongst the steaming train behind her

“Lincoln,” he said, although half of his name was cut off by the whistle of an oncoming freight train.

“Link?” She questioned when the sound cleared. “I like it.”

Link chuckled. He did too.

“Come on!” She said, grabbing his hand and pulling him beside her onto the carriage meant for her, as if she somehow knew that they would spend the rest of their lives together.

Link’s heart was soaring, afloat in ways he didn’t think possible, it was like a fairytale meeting her. It wasn’t just being starstruck over seeing her in person it was love, unabashed, unrehearsed, love at first sight. If he wasn’t mistaken, she felt it too.

“It’s odd,” she said later that night, after an evening of dancing and smiling and holding and other soft things that didn't cost a penny, but were worth far more than solid gold. Link forgot he was dead broke and Zelda forgot she was filthy rich. “It’s like I’ve known you forever.” She averted her gaze. “I must sound crazy.”

“It’s not,” Link said. He lifted her chin with only a finger. “Because I feel the same.”

#amazing! #zelink #zelink au #shepherd au #zelda #legend of zelda #loz #skyward sword

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BOTW & 9 OMG 🥺❤️

Love this idea, congrats on the followers and GO GO GO 🤭

Bro. Dang. Sorry, I stopped writing for a HOT MINUTE. But like. Aha ha here you go:

The Next Moment <- AO3

The moment.

A pause of breath so similar to earlier today at Sanadin Park, when she had finished her musings about the mountain and turned to look at him. The pinch of her gorgeous green had pulled him in as if tied to a string. And that wasn’t okay. As she had said, “There’s always the chance that the next moment will change everything.”

In the next moment, Link had been an idiot.

Her hand was in his because he had grabbed it, and if it hadn’t begun to thunder right then, he would have no excuse at all. However, Link was still just as much of an idiot as he was before he took her hand, so, it was by that hand he still held that he led them to their horses, racing the rain.

She didn’t let him forget how stupid he was either. Her mouth was still as they rode, despite any other occasion like this, and her eyes danced on him in all the questions she didn’t ask. The back of his head had been scalded with her stare as he set up camp and built a fire that was conceivably a better option than the attack of scrutiny behind him.

Zelda eventually relented somewhat, just as the rain, but only enough for their meal. It was here that Link sat, clutching to the blindness flames brought him.

“Be sure to take the time to soothe your mount… That’s the only way it will know how you truly feel.”

The way you truly feel.

You feel…

“Link?”

The soft breath of fingers brushed over his brow, shifting his bangs, making him look at the beautiful green in front of him. His whole body clenched. His pulse fluttered in his veins. Green covered him. Eyes couldn’t move. Hanging his head and scorching his retinas on the whispers of flame at his feet had been no defense.

The green got closer. Dangerously closer. Because closeness at all was fire. He was burning.

His hands twitched.

“Princess,” he exhaled.

Her knuckles grazed his cheek as she tucked one of the locks that framed his face behind his ear. She blinked at him, slowly.

He was broiling alive.

The rain rushed to meet him as he fled to it, exiting the alcove of rock they had found, and he pressed the ice of stone into his back, welcoming the searing cold. But Link opened his eyes, and she was still there in front of him, eyes dimmed and frowning and that was his fault. She was standing in the freezing rain because of him and–

“Princess, please go back.”

A patient, shaky sigh escaped her as she shook her head.

“You’re going to get sick. Please, princess.”

“I know you like to pretend you’re blind, but I’m not.”

There was a lump in his throat, something in his chest.

Her feet carried her one step closer. Her toes were past his, and had he not been leaned back against the rock, they would’ve been nose to nose. It was that same forbidden hand from earlier in the day that reached out to hold his.

“You’re so warm…” she smiled, quietly.

In an instant his heart rate spiked so high he might have passed out as she laid herself over him. Had he been taller than her, her head would be on his chest, but instead her forehead rested on his shoulder and her breath slipped down his neck to his chest wet from the rain. He swallowed and that thing in his throat wouldn't go away.

Link’s vision swam with white as her lips skimmed the shell of his ear and she breathed hesitantly, “Can I make a deal?”

He must have nodded because she leaned back and pinned him to the rock with her gaze. A faint breath left her. She whispered, “If I go back . . . will you let me kiss you?”

The world tilted as green and white and skin and gold twisted in his eyes. He couldn’t convince his lungs to expand or his heart to beat, couldn’t get his mouth to answer. He couldn’t remember how stupid he was as he grabbed her face and he felt the rest of his brain die as she gasped on his lips.

Her mouth was the silk of water and rain and when she pulled back and exhaled he felt the foggy heat of Death Mountain’s winds. So he kissed her again. And again, melting into her, holding her closer. Because he was starting to remember what a fool he was, and waking up now would mean the dream would be over.

And then he did.

Link tore away, chest jumping as he tried to get his breath back, tried to apologize. “Princess–”

“Wait–”

“Princess, I’m sorry. So sorry–”

“Link.”

Gently - he almost didn’t feel it - she turned him, wrapped him up with green.

“I-I shouldn’t have… Out of bounds. I won’t…”

Her eyes had more tears than the rain.

“Forgive me, princess.”

Her face folded into such tangible frustration, such aimless anger. He found his hands reaching towards her traitorously yet again.

“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?!”

He stared at her as she took in ragged breaths, lips still pink and tears being swept away.

“What?”

“You can’t say it like that. You don’t get to kiss me and say you’re sorry!” She jabbed a finger into his chest. “Especially when I know you’re not! I know where you’re going to go with this, but I won’t let you! I won’t let you distance yourself and pretend like there’s nothing going on in your heart when you kissed me! I know you feel things, stupid!” Gripping the front of his drenched shirt, making his heels lifting off the ground, she demanded, “Look right at my eyes and say you’re sorry again. Say you didn’t want to.”

If Link’s face had been hot before she grabbed him he was sure that he must now look like a hylian shroom. “Oh.”

She gaped at him.

Then, in the same breath, “You’re so dumb, I love you.” And she slammed him against the rock again and kissed him angrily (sweetly) until his soul was floating somewhere out near the stars.

#yes #i have done this now #zelda #loz #legend of zelda #botw #breath of the wild #zelink #100 followers #even thought the tumblr bot purge nerfed me and i actually don't have that many any more lol its fine im writing #dyventusdrabbles

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I'm reblogging this here because it's so cool.

Glow-in-the-dark Breath of the Wild mural in Brooklyn

#botw #breath of the wild #loz #legend of zelda #zelda

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*Ahem*

IT'S BEAUTIFUL FATE. I LOVE IT. THANK YOU SO MUCH. YOU ARE SO KIND YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO DO THAT, BUT YOU DID AND IT'S WONDERFUL AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--

THE END JUST KILLS ME

Superstition

A happy January birthday to @dyventus !! I hope you like it!

Zelda didn’t know she had a paper cut until she massaged hand sanitizer into her hands, wincing slightly as she made her way back to her desk.

She studied the small red line betwixt her thumb and index finger with a furrowed brow as the teacher went on about The Great Gatsby and how it was one of the best novels of all time. Zelda begged to differ.

“Whatcha ya got there?” Her classmate Urbosa said, the tall and thickly red-haired senior leaning forward on her elbows so that she could properly whisper in her friend’s ear.

“It’s just a paper cut,” Zelda said casually, throwing off the statement with a shrug and picking up a pencil. She readied her hand to take notes, just in case the teacher said something noteworthy.

“You know what they say about cuts and bruises you don’t remember getting?” Urbosa asked. 

Keep reading

#WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD #AAA #zelink #modern au #modern au zelink #zelda #link #urbosa #gift #fatefulfaerie

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Dryad!Link from @embyrinitalics' recent Whumptober series, Omnes Vulerant. I would highly, highly recommend giving it a read (and literally everything else she writes).

When I read about Dyrad!Link, I just had to draw him.

(I hope you like it, Embyr! He's a wonderful tree lad. I love you and your work with all my heart! 🥺)

(Also there's one more thing below the cut that. um . . . is a spoiler, I guess. TW for a burnt body. . . I have no idea what possessed me to draw this. I don't think I'm stable. )

I just . . . can't get over that this happened. My poor boy. 😔

#embyrinitalics #embyr i love you #your creativity inspires me #zelda #legend of zelda #loz #botw #breath of the wild #zelink #nintendo #link #dyventusdesigns

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@pastelsandpining OKAY LITERALLY I'M DECEASED THAT WAS. MMMMMMMMM

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

SPLENDID. FANTASTIC. PINING 👏 COUNTRY 👏 BOY 👏😩

CONGRATUALTIONS ON YOUR 300 FOLLOWER MILESTONE!!! 💓🎉💞 Could I request some TP Zelink where one of them glances at other's lips when they're trying not to?

oh ho ho you sure can

enjoy ;)

slipping

Masterlist | Small Drabbles

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Link can’t help but wonder if, once upon a time, the Hero of Time faltered like this too. He was never specific in his regrets, but it’s not hard to think about all of the things that could’ve gone wrong, all the things he could’ve or should’ve done but didn’t, and it makes Link wonder if he’s going to become a hollow husk one day, too. Would people forget what he’d done for them? Would being the Hero of Twilight mean nothing to them one day, years from now when the world had already moved on, leaving him in the embers of the burning world he couldn’t quite stop picturing every time he looked out upon Hyrule? It was hard to see the world he loved in dismay, so he cannot imagine what it might feel like for Zelda.

They’d grown rather close in the past year since the end of it all. He finds, when it really comes down to it, there’s no place he’d rather be than sitting with her, hearing the princess talk about whatever she pleases. Most of the time, Link lacks the necessary experience or intelligence to really understand what she is saying. She is far more educated than him, especially in political and social matters. All he really knows how to do is swing a sword and ride a horse in a way that works to round up cattle. Being here at the castle gives him a little bit more than that. He’s taken up a position in the army at Zelda’s suggestion and, well, he is far better received than he thought he was going to be. That makes him feel all the worse for his recent…lapses in attention.

Even now, with Zelda in front of him, he can’t really pay attention to her words. Sure, her voice is lovely and he could listen to it until she couldn’t speak anymore, but the words aren’t sticking in the same way they used to. He is distracted by her eyes, at the way they balance her wonder and trauma so well, at how they seem to shine even in the dark. He is distracted by her hair, how it seems to fall so perfectly no matter how much she messes with it. Sometimes he wants to run his fingers through it, then spends quite a bit of time chastising himself for such silly and improper thoughts, because why would she want a farm boy when she could have anyone she wanted in all of Hyrule?

She’s still speaking, though he doesn’t know what she’s saying. He tries to focus, shifts his position and tilts his head, but the only thing he can look at is her eyes. And then his eyes flicker, they drop traitorously to her lips, to the soft pink paint on them, and the thought of how she might taste intrudes in his head. He wants to push the thought away, he wants to shake his head and pretend it didn’t happen before she noticed, but he couldn’t lift his eyes. It’s almost hypnotizing, the movement of her lips with every word she made.

Had the Hero of Time felt this way for his princess? Had he had these thoughts? Was one of those regrets that he never got to tell her? Maybe he should tell her, before he ends up an empty husk of heart wrenching regrets. Maybe he should kiss her–no, not outright, because this is Zelda. This is the princess that fired arrows of pure light at Ganon while they rode through Hyrule field together. She could obliterate him with little to no effort, and he would let her.

“Link?” she asks, and only then do his eyes rise up to hers. She looks amused, but if she saw where he’d been focused, she doesn’t say anything. At least, not yet. He clears his throat and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, willing the pink from his cheeks.

“Sorry,” he says with a small shrug, like he could curl in on himself and somehow disappear. “I was, ah, a lil distracted.”

“I could tell. I asked a question.” she replies with a raised brow, her lips quirking into a little smile that makes his heart slam against his ribcage. She’d asked him a question. Damn.

“Can you repeat it?” he asks hesitantly, and the laugh she lets out causes the tension to drop from his shoulders. She doesn’t seem upset. Maybe she didn’t notice.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m far more curious to know what you were thinking about, if you care to share. Is my lipstick smudged?”

Oh. Okay. He’s in trouble. It’s not smudged, but he sure would like to smudge it. Damn.

“No, no, you’re– it’s fine. I just-”

“You seemed really focused,” she says, tilting her head and leaning closer. “Is there anything troubling you?”

Her eyes sparkle. She knows. She knows she knows she knows she knows–

“Yes,” he replies, bringing a hand up to rub his face. “But, gods, only Hylia can help me now.”

“Pity. Well, when you pray to Her for assistance, perhaps She can make your longing glances more subtle, if you don’t plan on doing anything about them.”

Gods, he’s in trouble.

#UR WRITING PASTELS HHHH I PERISH #zelink #tp zelink #twilight princess zelink #zelda

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300 Followers Requests

I’m one follower away from 300 so I’m gonna open requests for little drabbles that will probably be no longer than 1k words just to get me back into the swing of things while I’m off! Go nuts!

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@pluviatrix Here's the Slides link.

There's speakers notes in there that greatly magnify the experience.

Good luck soldier.

Ya know... My friends and I are having a PowerPoint night where we can make a presentation on literally whatever we want., so... I'm making a whole PowerPoint on why Link deserves to bullied and I will say, most of the gifs and images are of Warriors.

if you shared that powerpoint presentation with me, however you could manage it, i would owe you my Life

#link deserves to be bullied

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@pluviatrix Oh I could manage that.

Ya know... My friends and I are having a PowerPoint night where we can make a presentation on literally whatever we want., so... I'm making a whole PowerPoint on why Link deserves to bullied and I will say, most of the gifs and images are of Warriors.

if you shared that powerpoint presentation with me, however you could manage it, i would owe you my Life

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Cadere de Caelestis

To fall about the dweller in heaven

~Inverted version under the cut~

Videre Caelo cum Oculos Diversos

To behold the sky with different eyes

#hah i made a painting i guess #took 8 hours #it was so fun i love painting hhhh #i painted leaves and used them as a stamp for the middle #painting #acrylic #canvas #galaxy #space #nebula #fall #autumn #leaves #foliage #dyventusdesigns

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So, um. Yes. This is a thing. I was . . . in a podcast.

It was lots of fun! Don't hesitate to give some of the other episodes a listen! They're all wonderful!

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#behind the fic #btf podcast #botw #breath of the wild #zelda #loz #zelink #dyventusdrabbles