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Day 23: Child

Colin and his most esteemed fishing partner! 🎣

#BIG Colin fan #colin twilight princess #legend of zelda #twilight princess #zelda #the legend of zelda #linktober #linktober 2023 #tp zelda #tloz art #tloz tp #the legend of zelda twilight princess #zelda art

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HEY that's MY emotional support morally ambiguous misunderstood full of trauma touch starved yearning for love drenched in blood responsible for numerous atrocities comfort character who is TRYING & u will TREAT them with RESPECT

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I’m so happy you think it is! The SWEETEST little dorks and their scrunkly drawings of each other! ❤️

Yep! A whole story behind the drawings + more but that’s an idea for another day XD just another Malink brainrot rabbit hole I’ve become stuck in XD <3

YOU’RE SO WELCOME!! 💖💖💖💖💖 IT REALLY WAS A JOY TO MAKE FOR YOU!!!

YOU DID!??? 😭😭😭 I’m crying! That’s so sweet, I’m so honoured rn<333

"He hums, sleepily. His gaze is trained on the fireplace now, seemingly mesmerized by the flames dancing there. But when she drapes a blanket over him he drags his gaze up to meet hers."

A young Time and Malon from this beautiful fic by the amazingly talented and lovely @adrift-in-thyme! <3

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#this is STUNNING!!! #so soft and pretty!! #ETHEREAL!! #ocarina of time #sheik #zelda #legend of zelda #I love the colours!!

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AHHHHHH!!!! I’M SO SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT!!! 😭❤️❤️❤️

YESS!! I’m so glad you saw them! I kept rereading it as I was doing it, and a line that always stuck with me was Malon saying he was her best friend 🥺 and I just had to try to squeeze something in showing that friendship growing up, a dorky drawing of each other seemed like something they would do!! And she’d definitely frame them! 😂🥺

I ended up thinking of SO many little backstories for them as well and it got out of hand, needless to say you’ve inspired me like another five times 😂

I’M SO GLAD YOU DO!! I LOVED MAKING IT FOR YOU!! <3 Thank you for writing the amazing fic that inspired it! I couldn’t have done it without you! I can only hope it does it half the justice and charm of your writing! 😊💖💖💖💖💖💖

"He hums, sleepily. His gaze is trained on the fireplace now, seemingly mesmerized by the flames dancing there. But when she drapes a blanket over him he drags his gaze up to meet hers."

A young Time and Malon from this beautiful fic by the amazingly talented and lovely @adrift-in-thyme! <3

#I feel very lucky to have made it for you!! #*hugs you back!!!* #💖💖💖💖 #lovely adrift in thyme

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"He hums, sleepily. His gaze is trained on the fireplace now, seemingly mesmerized by the flames dancing there. But when she drapes a blanket over him he drags his gaze up to meet hers."

A young Time and Malon from this beautiful fic by the amazingly talented and lovely @adrift-in-thyme! <3

#I really hope you like it!! #I LOVE this fic so much so I wanted to include almost every detail I could #I may have gone a little crazy on the background but I just wanted it to be as homely and welcoming as you made it sound! 😅 #I love your writing I can’t wait for the next batch of horrors you have in store for them! #linked universe #lu time #linked universe time #linked universe malon #lu malink #malink #malon #cw injury #lu fanart #my art

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A collection, for a well loved garf

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#to be loved is to be changed #😭😭 #beloved garf

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#hey you! c’mere #got something that might interest ya #froggos

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Gotta clear my phone out this weekend as I’m outta space so I’ll be shitposting on main all the good stuff I got saved

#my favourite old haunt #good ol quarry junction #fallout new vegas #my ass was killed here many times but it never stopped me going back #I love this XD

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@akchimp75 I took a while but I actually did it-

Anyways, this is heavily inspired by mlpoutofcontext's post aaa! 😭 (and by that I mean it's just me drawing over screenshots and stuff)

Look at me though LU fandom, I'm drawing the Linked Universe boys 👀

#I love this!! #Times face at the end XD #mood #why he gotta demoralise em like dat #linked universe #the chain #made me laugh! #komdtpinks art

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#MALON #I missed you!! #screaming!!! #I love this so much!!! T-T #I wonder how many times she’s had to do this #linkeduniverse

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Whumptober Day 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now”

Read it on Ao3

- Time/Malon

- Summary: an injured Link shows up at Lon Lon Ranch

CW for blood and injury, mentions of death and broken bones

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Malon’s hands never shake.

She can’t afford for them to. Sure, there are times when they are a bit unsteady from exhaustion or stress. Sure, there are things that scare her enough to make them trembling a possibility. But in her world, when things get hairy there is only action and no time for anything else.

Now is no different. At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself. Her hands don’t tremble, even as blood oozes over them. Her thoughts don’t falter. No tears fall.

But they want to. Oh, they want to. Because this time feels so very different. She has dealt with wounded animals before and even wounded people (she will never forget the time Ingo got kicked in the leg by Epona; satisfying though it may have been after the man’s behavior, setting that bone wasn’t exactly what she would call enjoyable). Never before, however, has she held the broken body of someone she cares for quite so much.

“You’re an idiot, fairy boy,” she breathes as she presses another cloth to the gash running across her friend’s middle.

“‘m your idiot, though,” he mumbles back. Even now there is characteristic mischief peeking out from behind the exhaustion and pain straining his tone.

Malon rolls her eyes.

Link has been bleeding all over her nice, clean floors and furniture for at least five minutes now. And that’s after he rode in, slumped over Epona’s back, one hand pressed to his stomach, the other clutching the horse’s reins like a lifeline.

He had come because he had nowhere else to go, he had said when she had stepped out onto the porch, eyes wide and heart in her throat. Because he could think of nowhere else that would be safe. Where he would be accepted without hesitation.

And as she had helped him down from the saddle, as he had practically collapsed onto her arms, he had apologized. Assured her he would take care of the wound himself, if only she would provide him a place to stay. As though he were a stranger in her home and not her best friend.

“Oh, shush,” she had scolded, ushering him into the house and lowering him onto the nearest chair. “I’ll take care of everything. You just sit down.”

And meekly, he had obeyed.

Now, he watches her with a slightly dazed look, as she tries to save his life.

For that is what she is doing, really. If she doesn’t get this wound to stop bleeding soon, he’ll bleed out.

As it is, she’s afraid he won’t last the night.

She worries her bottom lip and reaches behind her for the bandages lying on the table.

“Care to tell me how this happened?” The sharp bite of fear is in her tone despite her attempts to restrain it.

And really, who cares at this point, anyway? Her fairy boy is hurt, badly. She’s allowed to be a little worried.

Link drags in an unsteady breath.

“Monster fight.”

“The usual, then.” She shakes her head, sighing. “What I wanna know is what kinda monster fight was it that got you this hurt? I don’t think you’ve ever come around looking like this before.”

Link blinks, long and slow. The blue of his eyes seems unnaturally bright. Maybe because of the light, maybe because of pain. Malon thinks it’s likely both. But it almost reminds her of that little fairy that used to follow him around.

“Did you go into a dungeon or somethin’?”

Her gaze is back on her work, now, as she ties the bandages as tightly as possible. But when he speaks she can hear something almost like guilt in his voice.

“I—” A sharp hiss, fingers fisting in the fabric of his tunic. Malon murmurs an apology, trying to ignore the way the sound is like a dagger to her heart. “I was looking for…for something.”

“Lookin’ for something huh?”

She ties off the gauzy strips of fabric now practically holding the man together and takes a moment to survey her work.

That should hold.

Now, to get that bleeding firmly under control before he passes out…or worse. She grasps the bottle of potion that she had snatched from the cupboard earlier. It’s always handy, she has found, for times when the healing power of Lon Lon milk isn’t quite up to par. Times like now.

“That had better have been one important treasure. Did you get it at least?”

A small smile lifts Link’s lips. Somehow, it doesn’t make him look any more alive. He’s too pale, too ashen. There’s too much blood, coating his tunic, coating his hands and dribbling down from his mouth and nose.

But at least he has the strength to smile. Malon is willing to appreciate small miracles.

“Yeah, I got it.”

Something in the way he says it makes her slightly suspicious. But she hardly has time to figure out why. She wipes her hands on a nearby cloth, quickly so as not to take in just how stark the crimson looks against the white. Then, she uncorks the potion bottle and gets to her feet.

Link moves trembling, crimson drenched fingers toward the bottle. But she shakes her head.

“Uh-uh. You’re weak. Let me.”

With one careful hand, she tips his chin up and holds the bottle to his lips with the other. He swallows its contents obediently.

“That should help,” she says, once he’s finished. She turns away, setting the bottle back on the table. “At the very least you won’t be bleeding everywhere anymore.”

“Thanks,” he murmurs. He sounds a bit stronger already, she thinks. But maybe she’s just fooling herself to distract from the worry currently chewing a hole in her gut.

“Anytime, fairy boy.”

Malon inspects the wound one more time, reassuring herself that it’s no longer in danger of bleeding through the bandages. Thankfully, the potion already seems to be doing its job. The bandages remain a clean, cottony white.

“Looks like you’re out of the danger zone,” she says with a sigh of relief. “But you’re gonna need some rest and a new set of clothes.”

She looks over him once more, frowning. He raises an eyebrow.

“What?”

“I’m gonna have to tend to those other wounds of yours too. I swear, you look like you let the horses trample you.”

There is a distinct twinkle in his eye now. Already, he is beginning to look a little more like himself.

“Ah, it’s a…a good look then. A seasoned adventurer kind of look.”

Her lips quirk up even as she glares at him.

“No. It’s not a good look. I thought that much was implied. And it’s the kind that gives me a heart attack.”

He grins. But it quickly turns into a grimace as she sets about cleaning a cut along his neck. Gently, she tilts her head to get a better look at it.

“Stay still, now, and let me work.”

He mumbles a tired-sounding reply. His eyes are beginning to drift closed, despite his efforts to keep them open. And as she tackles each injury, he grows closer and closer toward losing his grip on consciousness completely. But the time he is cleaned up and she has managed to help him fumble into one of Talon’s spare tunics he is practically asleep.

“There,” she murmurs, setting aside the bowl of water and multiple cloths that she had used. They tinge the water pink. “Feelin a little better now?”

She knows that she is. The terror of earlier has abated somewhat, every steady breath, every beat of his heart convincing her that the danger is gone. At least, for now.

For now, her fairy boy is safe. For now, her hands don’t shake.

He hums, sleepily. His gaze is trained on the fireplace now, seemingly mesmerized by the flames dancing there. But when she drapes a blanket over him he drags his gaze up to meet hers.

“Hey, Mal.”

“Yeah?”

“I…I think I’m in love with you.” He frowns, thought obviously a difficult task at the moment. “No…know I am.”

Malon stops short, edges of the blanket still clutched in her suddenly shaky hands. A short bark of laughter escapes, a bit louder than she means it to be.

“I think you’ve lost a little bit too much blood.”

“‘m fine,” he retorts, scowling. “Malon ‘m serious. I love you.”

Shaking her head, she tucks the blanket up around his chin and presses a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Alright, fairy boy. It’s time for you to get some sleep. We can pick up this conversation in the morning.”

His scowl becomes decidedly pouty, though he has little choice but to comply. His eyes slip closed, breath beginning to even out.

By the time, Malon has cleaned up the gory mess (she never wants to see this much blood again, especially not from him), and put away her tools, he is long gone. She allows herself a moment to gaze at him, slumbering peacefully, face illuminated by the flickering flames. He is less pale now and with the blood gone he looks more human. Younger, more like himself.

Reaching out, she rubs her thumb on his cheek, a smile playing on her lips.

“I love you too, Link.”

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For the people asking she bought the frog set Here

#dream teapot

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Draw your favorite LU boys in your clothes!

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#I don’t dress like this all the time #just most of the time #I believe in comfort #linked universe #lu time #sorry this is so rough I’m very tired

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I’m so so happy you like my style! That really means a lot! Thank you!! <33

I have a serious bias towards the older games, especially Ocarina of Time and Majoras Mask so I’m very happy you enjoyed those ones! :D

Thank you so much for those tags! You made my day! :)

Thank YOU! Nothing makes me happier than stumbling across a new artist to follow. Your style is so good! Like the emotion, and the poses, and I’m so so happy you do Zelda art for the older games as well

Absolutely love the stuff you did for majora’s mask. So happy I found your blog 💜💜

#thank you again!! 🥺 #i really appreciate it #botherkupo

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I don’t know if I’m ready for you to see me as I am in my natural habitat but I’ll give it my best shot 😂

Draw your favorite LU boys in your clothes!

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#time you’re up #give me 20

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We don’t talk about Leia killing Jabba enough. Her grandmother and father were born into slavery. Her blood was that of the desert sand and the shackles of bondage. Leia was never more a Skywalker than the day she strangled her slave master with the very chains he used to bind her. The daughter of Anakin Skywalker was the one who killed Tatooine’s most notorious slaver, and I find that really beautiful.

#i love her #leia #star wars