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monpalace · 1 year

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ships .. (ocarina of time/majora's mask) link/reader, fierce deity/reader.

content .. the boys (separately) with a reader who feeds them well, and the fruits of their loving labor.

warnings .. unedited. no pronouns used (you/your). reader is implied to have more meat on their bones (vaguely). reader is in their housespouse era and they aren't even married (legally). non-graphic vomit and forgetting to eat mentioned (link). link and fierce deity are taller than reader. fierce deity is named aram for writings sake. reader is implied to be a god of sorts (fierce deity). fierce deity is literally my oc at this point.

notes .. my schnookums thought they could have big cheeks and get away from me? my cutie patooties thought that i wouldn't write about them eating right? my pookie bears thought that i wouldn't fulfill my duties as their #1? my baby faced sweethearts thought i wouldn't spend 2hrs looking for pictures like those? my favorite white boys? my honeybuns? my hollywood stars? my sugarpies?

i'll eat them. omnom

LINK has always been rather thin. That was especially the case when he was a child. Something about a Kokiri child's diet not fitting what a Hylian needed always kept him frail.

When you both were children, he had quickly gotten used to you plucking his arm when it was idle to compare his lack of fat to your surplus.

(He never minded. He always looked forward to being reminded why he put one foot in front of the other every day during his fight against Ganon, or repeated cycle after cycle when it came to Majora.)

(Funnily enough, you had always made fun of him for being shorter than you as a child as well. You always mentioned he needed to drink more milk and eat more cuccos so he'd one day pass you.)

It was when you were able to cook more than simple meals and wouldn't risk burning down your cottage that you would invite (force) Link over more often than you already have.

Link had always tried to limit his visits to when he absolutely needed to. Free food, bed, shelter, care, supplies, clothes, bathes (the list was endless), and whatnot were always appreciated, but he never wanted to become to comfortable lest he wake up one day (or night. Or afternoon. His internal clock was always ruined when it came to sleeping at your cabin) and decide not return to the world outside.

He does his best to turn down any seconds, or thirds, or fourths, or fifths, and so on you may offer him when he does stay long enough for you to finish whatever extravagant meal you made just for him.

Past experiences often make him sick (with trauma or physically) and result in him vomiting his food, but there's always more from you to replace what he had just eaten and the meal before (if he remembered to eat it).

What he can't finish at the table (or on the sofa, or in the bed), he takes with him when he leaves. Link is respectful in all meanings of the word and hates to leave anything to waste.

When it comes to thanks, he either finds ways to help around your cottage or brings back items from new regions for you to cook. Whether it be repairing the busted bathroom door you've been complaining about before fixing your water faucet so the pressure is what you want it to be, or bringing back a spice the Gorons specialize in you've mentioned wanting to try, Link typically feels his gifts fall lackluster when compared to your treatment of him.

(He trusts your skill and creativity enough to know you won't poison him on accident. He never brings back any recipes or instructions either if it's not a dangerous material.)

(He's always excited to try whatever new dish you've concocted, so his only condition is that you wait for his return to cook whatever it is he brought you. "A celebration, of sorts," he calls it.)

A look in a lone puddle had told him his cheeks had gotten fatter. He supposes he now understands why he was refused entry into one of the pubs when he had to retrieve Malon and Cremia's uncle.

He had noticed that the details of his arms were less visible through his shirts when a Goron had pinched one,— not in the same way you did when you were younger— he had mentioned that he had an amount of muscle and fat to be proud of before asking him to join a tournament. Any attempts prior to were quickly shut down.

During a day of horseback archery with the Gerudo, the sweltering sun had gotten to him enough that he had to remove his tunic and the shirt underneath to feel some sort of relief. One of the women who were training him took a look at his stomach and nodded approvingly, mentioning that he should praise his soon-to-be spouse for feeding him so well.

The last nail in the coffin came when he was riding Epona into Castle Town. His tunic felt uncomfortably small and his tights (curse those damned tights) felt as thought they were stretched more across the expanse of his thighs than they usually were.

He's back in your cottage when he finally vocalizes his thoughts, preferring you to any other tailor or seamstress in the country. "I've gotten to big for my clothes," he either sighs or signs to you while eating. His gaze held a thousand yards in them, idly watching his clothes move with the wind.

The tunic, hat, tights, boots hang outside the window on a string connected to your shed. They had to be washed after a (admittedly well-planned— even if they don't think) ambush by a hoard of chu-chus.

You throw a hazy look to them before returning to the bowl you were tirelessly mixing. You were making dinner, he thinks, or maybe it was in preparation for the big breakfast you were making with the variety of bread from the Gerudo he brought back.

You'd already given him a large snack earlier.

The thought makes him look down at the plate in his lap. Every spot of it was filled and piled with bread, and eggs, and meats, and jams. He couldn't see the white bottom of it even as he pushed and prodded around.

He takes a bite of it gratefully.

"I saw you before you left not even three days ago. You fit everything fine enough to me." At some point you had stopped stirring and held the bowl out to him. Link grabs something off the plate and dips it in without a thought, eating it before responding with a hum of approval. "I can make adjustments to then, if you'd like."

You leave the bowl with him before attending to something on the stove.

"Please," he responds, halfway through another bite of the (what he now recognized as) Gerudo bread and cocoa dip you had made. "Different pants would be nice, though. It'd be a nice excuse to finally get rid of those tights." Both tasted sweet by themselves, he realized, but left a calmer aftertaste that he'd like to savor.

"You've always hated the tights," you hum in response, moving from the stove to the coolers that he'd built you after bringing you a large fish that only lived in Zora's Domain. "What would you want to move on to now? Leggings? Shorts?"

Link watches you remove a pitcher from one of the coolers. He isn't sure how long it's been in there (he doesn't even remember watching you make it), but he assumes you took some ice out so the pink liquid wouldn't freeze over into complete ice.

He watches you try to take a cup from one of the cupboards, watching you struggle to grab his favorite one from the higher shelves.

He stands from the chair sat just outside the kitchen (he liked to watch you cook when you had the time), placing the bowl and plate on one of the many cleared counters (you liked to clean as you worked), and grabs the cup for you.

Link lowers his head with his hand when he hands the cup off, head resting upon the crown of yours as he watches you pour the pink liquid into it, idle arms wrapping around your waist as he makes some slick comment about eating enough milk and cuccos for your liking.

You don't elbow him in the stomach like you might have when you were younger and he doesn't hold the cup above your head teasingly like when he was younger to (— then again, he had to climb a counter to get it out of your reach.)

Instead, you wordlessly pass the cup back to him and he wordlessly drinks it despite not knowing what it was.

He likes it, as he does all your works, and notes how it was both sweet and sour. A taste that fills both his childhood need for sweet all the time and his older palate's need for other tastes.

Handing the cup back, Link tilts his head so he can press a kiss to your crown. "Anything you'd think I'd look good in," he finally responds, the flavor of the moment leaving a tooth-achingly sweet taste on his tongue.

ARAM is often humbled in your abode.

He may have acted arrogant to others in his younger years and horrifyingly aloof now that he's a more seasoned god, but he never failed to (willingly) crumble to his knees when in your presence during either times of his life.

He had no need for the sustenance mortals require, prayers and whispers of his name were always good enough for him, but he'd kiss the ground you walk on if it meant you'd bless him with another food you've created (he already does).

Aram is the provider to your fire-lit home, an arrangement the two have been living by for as long as he can remember.

He is the sword to your shield. The arrow to your quiver. The moon to ever burning sun (which he did create for you, after all). The wound for your gauze. The life to your world— and one cannot live peacefully without the other.

Your food had quickly become an addiction to Aram. He'd eat as much as often as he could, giving little response to when questioned why he loves it so much.

("Because it comes from your hands," he once explained hours later when you were sleeping. "Your hands, that create all. That nourish all it touches and replenishes all that is extinct. I am your antithesis, and I must destroy that which I love."

(You never had the heart to ask again.)

He has enough sense to slow his eating around you. One concerned comment about him choking was enough for him to indulge in needless your wishes, but a question regarding its taste had him eating like a mortal.

His relationship with food prior to getting hooked onto yours was brief and filled with obligation. He never ate to feel full, only to make the people he was fighting with shut up and leave him out of whatever conversation they were having.

It never lingered in his stomach like a warm fireplace that others had described it as. It never made him warm and filled with love. It never gave him the energy he needed to keep fighting.

It just went through his digestive tract (why did he even have one?) and disappeared like an heavy smog finally dispersed by a strong gust of wind before he had to fight again.

When a war was over, you always came. You took the battle-shaken soldiers away when it was their time and healed their ailments if they were able to withstand everything. You went through war-stricken cities and set everything as they should have been. You feed and clothe and bandage and sew and reunite and Aram isn't sure why he lingered.

He's seen the effects of what you can do long after you've left. He knows of the good you're capable of doing just as much as he knows the bad he can cause.

He craves your touch when he sees it at its peak. He indulges himself when he sees it first-hand.

Aram understands what the soldiers mean when you beckon him closer and offer him food, uncaring of how he stands tall above all else.

The soup warms his insides. The flavor resides on his tongue hours after he's finished it. His energy, though far from depleted, had made him feel as though he were a youngling again.

He craves more.

The addiction to your presence and your food (and subsequently, you) had started then. It's an event he could easily recall when asked, one he would happily recount to you if you ever forgot where his devotion to you started.

Meeting after a war or battle had become frequent enough that he had finally learned your name; not some silly alias those who followed you often referred to you as. He felt like one of those lovesick children soldiers talk about, tripping over himself and his words.

He's curious to you, an admirer more than a stalker, fortunately. When he wasn't on the battlefront, he was always hovering around as you worked, busying his hands with whatever task you've given him after noticing his lack of mortality.

You treated him well; doing so even after the era of wars were long gone and he was seldom needed. You cared for him as though he were one of the many wounded soldiers with no family to return to once all was done and said— and to an extent, he was.

He's eating when you bring attention to his softer thigh.

You were reading to him, a romantic thriller that held as much of his attention that your captivating voice did. His gaze focused heavily on you, watching as you lick your lips after each page, how your eyes rake over the page to ensure the tone you speak the next sentence in is correct. He notes how you shift less often, how he doesn't have to move you further up his lap so you can lean against his stomach.

"It's not as painful to sit on you anymore." Aram doesn't think that line was in the book, but he doesn't mention it. It dawns that you were talking to him when you look up, using your finger as a bookmark as you closed the book around it. "Have you gained weight?"

He's a big man; it's a fact he's known since the beginning of his existence. He has large arms, muscles well know for how he snatched prey up to bring back to you. His height made it a simple feat to reach into the trees and capture any avian you wanted to experiment with that night. His legs that would stomp on any fish swimming downstream during a day at the lake you suggested.

He was sculpted by the Goddesses themselves. If they hadn't meant for his body to change along with his lifestyle, they wouldn't have designed him to dough.

(He'd never be ashamed in the fact either. He was contented knowing he had someone to dote over him constantly; a sentiment he had gained after recalling a conversation with wedded soldiers.)

(Also, the prospect of defacing what the Goddesses had long since disgraced was exciting, in a way.)

Aram doesn't look at himself, already well-acquainted with his body as his brow raises in amusement. "You feed me well, My Grace," he responds with a peck on your temple, "I would hope to become more comfortable for your pleasure." He refused to stop eating as he indulged you in conversation, the leg you sat on jumping once in place of his busy hands.

You hum that sweet, quiet hum of yours that Aram has come to associate with your contentedness (he aimed to hear to several tomes every day). Removing yourself from his lap, discarding the novel to the side as you raise your hands to cup his cheeks. "It suits you. You look healthy. Happy."

"Did I look ill before?"

You don't fluster as you might have like in your younger years. He's honored to have grown alongside you, reminiscent of the older couples you've both watched and escorted when he was still an active god.

The same filling feeling your food gives him fills his heart. The lingering sense of peace that he felt since meeting you dancing through his body when your thumbs rub the apples of his cheeks, the softest and fondest gaze anyone's ever given him in your eyes.

"No," you answer in a quiet voice only he'd be able to hear. "Never. You've always looked perfect."

And Aram has never been more thankful that he separated himself from the Goddesses as he preens under your touch. Never been more thankful that he lingered after the war was done. Never been more thankful that he had readjusted his psyche to more readily accept your gifts and affection.

He frees a hand to cradle to back of your head, a threat to all that aren't you, and brings you beneath his chin in a protective gesture. "As have you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "And as you always will be."

#there's a mental health stat for link in oot/mm now.#the only way to keep it up (and him in good shape) is to go back and visit his s/o's house often and interact with them <3 #(you are immediately entered into one of those cutscenes with the grandma that tells the story of the giants from majoras mask-- but instead #of only telling you stories; you get to watch them do domestic things)#unless sky and wind have some photos dropped that reveal they have fat cheeks 2 im never doing this again #i am my oc. my ocs love language is food. i cannot cook.#elvira's notebook #legend of zelda x reader #loz x reader #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #ocarina of time x reader #majora's mask x reader #mm x reader #x reader #link x reader #fierce deity x reader #legend of zelda link x reader #loz link x reader #legend of zelda fierce deity x reader #loz fierce deity x reader #linked universe link x reader #lu link x reader #linked universe fierce deity x reader #lu fierce deity x reader #time x reader #legend of zelda time x reader #loz time x reader #linked universe time x reader #lu time x reader

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zeldacd · 1 year

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Notttt what I had planned on drawing for my next Zora May (and technically this wasn't supposed to be a Zora May entry. It was just me drawing another disconnected scene from AU plot cause i guess I'm incapable of actually sitting down and writing a story from start to finish)

(big inhale) BUT I was getting frustrated with the thing I was drawing and started doing something else. (DW I'll go back to it. eventually.)

So here. Zora May (Still not actually even May) prompt is ummm Well I guess this could fall under Bejeweled LOL. Or just AU/OC.

AU plot/context under the cut cause boi I'm gonna start rambling

Okeeeyy so I may have mentioned in previous AU posts ive made that my lake zora have a tendency to be hostile to Hylians and to a lesser extent other humans in my AU due to like. Previous strained relations regarding the Zora queen. But Kaluga himself being a Zora too young to really remember war between them and the Hylians doesn't really harbor specific hatred for humans (typical millennial jk). But he has a naturally antagonistic/narcissistic nature that leads him to be hostile towards them anyway.

SO. Refresher out of the way. In the current events of the story he's kind of getting up to the age to take the throne and even find a queen, but when he encounters the main group he is immediately smitten with Gan. So basically he's like, "Oh okay, this one is mine. I have now decided." and kidnaps him to marry. Think Bowser I suppose (LMFAO). They don't actually end up getting married (sad, I know JK), but the main group just plays along for a while when the wedding is being planned/prepared because this allows them to explore Zora's Domain (mostly) freely. Which they would not have had an opportunity to do otherwise. Due to Zora not being too keen on humans.

I'm not really explaining the events in FULL detail. cause I mean I will (I dunno if I ever will but I do hope to) actually write this AU out in like..... fic form.

I really just need to make a schedule I'm starting to notice I tend to not commit to shit unless I adhere to a strict schedule... lol.

#loz #tloz #zelda #loz au #my au #Zora May #ZoraMay #Zora OC #loz OC #zelda oc #Ganondorf #it may be an au and he barely resembles any canon version but it is indeed still him #dont be surprised when i bump this tomorrow since im posting it so late LOOOL

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flutteringfable · 4 months

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obligatory 2023 art summary post! yippee!!! :3

wowza, while i was gathering art to post for this, it hit me just how much ive drawn this year! hope you guys enjoy the big ol 2023 art dump hehehe

blood + gun warning for one of the first pieces, but the rest of them are safe!

first section! these are from january-february of this year :3

i should really draw @nick-nocturne more, especially since they got a cool new vtuber model! (i will admit i am partial to the cat, but that may be because i just really like drawing anthro characters XD)

the crush soda girl is a favorite drawing of mine, shes just so cute and i’m happy with the design i came up with <333

TASU GETS TO BE EDGY!!! i need to draw remnant tasu more lolz

some cute fluffy art of mine and @sadlesbiancafe’s danganronpa oc x canons <3 mukuro holding tsukis face is still something im super proud of it looks so good 💛💛💛

my artfight pfp that was actually drawn for my birthday this year and repurposed XD

valentine’s venti! not much to say, just a cute boy with a bouquet of cecilias :3

section 2! these are march through may i believe?

venti meme. again not much else to add lmao

a fun pony design i made of @gravemakesgames’ vtuber nai! i should really make one for grave’s sona and mizu too :3c

silly scara and dottore meme because the post used in the art is literally just dottore lmao

some sonadow art based on the april fools game! i hope we get something similar this year from sega, i would love another silly cute visual novel <3

nagito meme. yup.

venti but he’s monika from the hit psychological horror game doki doki literature club

hajime with that one autistic meme

my dogperson genshin oc, kimura ando!

art fight stuff!

from left to right we have:

opal, owned by feraljayce

lorikeet, owned by sunshinesleeper

solana, owned by kikosdath

vivienne, owned by okaenus

pigeon scribble, owned by Morse_kch

nyan, owned by LillianOfTheValley

pop rocks, owned by kitsuanna

bug, owned by hylian

all of these ocs were so fun to draw, i can’t wait for this year’s af!

unsure when these were done, presumably sometime in august-september iirc?

i’m getting sleepy, so no more commentary. sorry 😭 will rb with the rest of the art lolz

#fable doodles 💫#2023 art summary #oh god am i gonna tag everything here. yeah. yeah i guess i should.#oc x canon #glamrock fronnie #truesona #art fight 2023 #wally darling #kento sasaki #venti the bard #ninjago dragons rising #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #scaramouche genshin impact #dottore genshin #nick nocturne #ponysona

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jadedrrose · 2 months

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𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞

Chapter One: Lost Hope (Part 1 of Prologue)

The first chapter to the Sooga fic I've been mentioning for a while now! This is my first OC x Character fic I've ever done, so it's a bit different from my normal stuff. Full synopsis and other info is on my masterlist! I hope anyone who reads it enjoys!

Why had things turned out this way? Nobody deserved a fate such as this, being murdered for a crime they weren’t even aware of committing. It was a thought that had entered the young girl’s mind, though briefly, as she was more preoccupied with thoughts of survival; the need to run to safety, wherever it may be. Though now, the girl wasn’t so sure, as her home had just been invaded. And the people of her village seemingly did nothing to stop it.

Her parents had been murdered right before her eyes. Hylian knights, in their silver armor with the royal emblem engraved into them, had forced their way into the home, shouting and terrifying the girl. Her mother had told her to run, though not where to. The last words she had spoken before being shoved to the floor and killed were “Run, Rose! You must survive, my dear!”

Rose began to run away at that moment, exactly as her mother told her to. Out the back door of the small home, out into the cold, snowy terrain. She was hardly dressed for such weather, but that was the least of her concerns as she forced her feet to continue moving. Her home was on the outskirts of Tabantha village, but certainly not out of sight from the other homes. So why had the others done nothing to help?

Nevertheless, she ran toward the other homes, making her way to one cottage in particular.

Fist banging against the door, Rose desperately tried to get the attention of the sleeping residents. It took one moment of standing out on the ice covered porch, but one owner of the home did answer. An old lady- one of her village’s elders. She didn’t have any technical authority, but she was somebody that everybody could look up to; especially the children.

The woman gasped, shocked to see the crying child at her doorstep, especially at an hour so late into the evening. “Rose, what has happened? Why are you here so late?”

Through one choked sob, the girl inhaled deeply, before gasping out:

“They killed my parents.”

—

Rose had spent the rest of that night in the elder’s home, hidden away out of fear that the royal Hylian soldiers would come searching for her as well.

The old woman had warmed the girl up, giving Rose blankets to snuggle up in and some snacks for her to eat as she stayed in the back room of the cottage, nearby a wardrobe that she could jump into should any more knights show up. The woman’s husband kept watch throughout the early morning hours. Rose waited anxiously, too frightened of possibly being found to even process what had just happened to her hours earlier. Every moment, she sat frozen with terror; the fear of hearing the old man’s signal for her to hide clouding her mind.

But it never came.

At dawn, the Hylian knights finally left Tabantha village, deciding that the wanted child must have escaped elsewhere. Half of the soldiers went north, to search for her around Snowfield Stable. The others apparently went toward Rito Village, from what the old man had overheard. He’d also heard the captain mention the words “that’s if she even survives in this cold”.

When daylight finally arrived, Rose came out of her hiding spot. The girl was given some time to decompress, before the two elders sat her down to have a talk. She listened, though with every word she heard, the feeling of dread only rose within her. The elders explained that her family was wanted by the Hylian royal family, and that she must leave Tabantha if she desired to live on. They instructed her to make her way over to the Rayne Highlands, where her aunt lived; someone who supposedly had answers as to why her parents were hunted down and murdered.

After being given some food, clothing and a horse to take on her journey, the elders wished Rose farewell, watching as the frame of her and the horse grew smaller and smaller, soon disappearing on the horizon.

—

The trip was just over three hours long.

Rose could see the ancient column ruins peeking out from over the hills, and it was then she knew that she’d finally made it. Though she couldn’t shake the sense of dread that flooded her veins.

Trying to ignore the unwelcome feeling, the young girl continued on, guiding her horse over to the side of the road. Supposedly, her aunt lived in a small cottage near some trees in the Rayne Highlands. But, Rose didn’t see a single tree in the surrounding area. Was this really the right place?

The elders had mentioned craters being nearby her aunt’s cottage as well; how they’d be on the right of the road should she be on the right track. So, Rose craned her neck to look over on her right side. Sure enough, it seemed there was a gap in the hills, as well as a dip into lower grounds. That must’ve been it, then.

The brunette veered her horse off to the side of the road, having the creature slow down to a stop so that she could hop off of it and make her way over to find the trees. The road over there was much too uneven and rocky to bring a horse onto, so the girl figured leaving her horse behind would be best.

With her left hand, Rose stroked the horse’s mane gently, calmly telling it to stay before walking off in the correct direction.

She spotted a tree, and a smile, the first one she’d produced in many hours, formed upon her face. She’d done it. Rose had found her aunt’s home, and would soon be able to get the answers she needed so desperately. She broke out into a sprint, beelining for the trees as quickly as possible.

Though the quicker she ran, the faster the smell of smoke filled her lungs.

Why did it smell so strongly of a fire? Perhaps her aunt had one going outside? It was fairly cold, after all. Rose clung onto that idea as she kept running, eyes searching for any sign of smoke or a cottage.

She rounded the end of the hill, turning to the other end of it which faced the edges of Hyrule. And as she did so, the feeling of dread suddenly made sense.

A fire, a big one at that, is what met her eyes. Black smoke clouded the air, seemingly exploding out of the burning cottage. Rose’s eyes grew wide at the sight, her stomach sinking as all hope she’d had was stripped from her. Just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, everything got so, so much worse.

Collapsing to the ground, the girl began to scream, clawing at her hair as mixed emotions flooded her. Despair and anger raged through her, overtaking her as she was forced to accept it: all of her family was dead. She was the only one left.

Rose was alone. All alone, with nobody left to care for her, at thirteen years old. Such a young age, her entire life ahead of her, yet now it felt as though all of that was taken from her.

And it was all the royal family’s fault.

—

Hours and hours went by before the fire finally put itself out. Though, the rain that had washed in did help some. Rose, who was now approaching what remained of the cottage, had passed out underneath a tree, her small body too overcome with grief and frustration. The horse she’d brought was long gone, having run away as soon as the rain started. So truly, she was completely alone now.

There wasn’t much left of the home. The foundation, chimney, and some structural pieces survived, though barely. Carefully, Rose stepped into the ash, eyes scanning the ground around her, searching for anything that had made it through the fire. There was nothing to her right, unless smashed glass and the ashes of wood and household objects counted. Looking to her left, Rose looked around what she assumed was the kitchen area. Some more broken glass, pots and pans were scattered on the brick cooking area. Nothing of use.

Next, Rose looked around what used to be her aunt’s bed, cautiously prodding around to see if there was anything she could salvage. Not finding anything, she was about to give up and leave the burned cottage, but then a glimmer underneath the broken bed caught her eye. Bending downward, Rose reached for it, fingers meeting something cool. A blade of some sort. Carefully, she picked it up, finding that there was a leather-bound notebook with a dagger tied against it. The notebook would probably be useless, but the dagger would at least be some form of protection.

Pulling the dagger out from the journal’s bindings, the brunette girl examined it, unsure of whether or not it was of good quality. She’d never really used any weapons before, since her parents had always said she was too young. So, she decided it was good enough for her, and tucked it back into the notebook, leaving the ashes of her aunt’s home.

Rose beelined for the trees she’d slept under before, figuring all she could do for now was rest some more and read the journal that survived the fire. Sitting underneath the same one she’d slept against earlier, she opened up the notebook and was surprised to see a few purple rupees fall out from between the pages. She gathered them before sliding them into her pocket, and then continued to look through the pages. The notebook itself seemed to have no purpose; there was no structure whatsoever as to what was written in it. The first page was a recipe, the next was a list of medical herbs, and after that was a short diary entry. It wasn’t very detailed at all, and all it consisted of was how her aunt had traveled to Tabantha Bridge stable that day. The next five or so pages were similar to the first three, until finally something of interest caught Rose’s eye.

‘Yesterday, my brother and his wife moved to Tabantha Village. They stopped by for dinner and to rest. I figured they would need the help so I decided to join them on the last half of their journey. The house they moved into is decent enough, keeps the cold out. I’m sure it’s a drastic difference compared to their old situation. It certainly was for me.

They told me something, too. Apparently they’re expecting a child. It’s their main reason for why they left to live in Tabantha. I wish them luck.’

The brunette’s eyes widened in interest. So her entire family had come to live on the western side of Hyrule, then. Turning the page, she continued to read through the next few entries, until another one that mentioned her popped up.

‘I visited Rose for the first time since she was born today. She’s a lovely little thing. Incredibly smart for a toddler, too. It seems she’s already showing signs of being able to use the ancient arts. She would’ve been the perfect little warrior had they not left.

Aside from that, she’s normal for a kid her age. She enjoys playing with the animals around the village and colors a lot. I can’t wait to see how she turns out.’

She skimmed through the next dozen entries, none of which contained any further information about her parents or herself. But finally, she turned to the last entry in the diary. It was short, and her aunt’s handwriting seemed more frantic. As the girl read through it, alarm bells went off within her head.

‘The royals have found us out. They’re supposedly heading for Tabantha Village and my cottage at this very moment. I just hope they don’t harm Rose, should they not escape. She had no part in the-’

The journal cut off there. After feeling nothing but numbness for hours, the emotions began flowing through Rose all over again. Tears running down her pale cheeks, she shut the notebook and hugged it tightly, sniffling as she trembled. So the royals killed her family off for what, existing? She still couldn’t fully understand it, though. It wasn’t as though they were the only ones to exist within Hyrule, so why her family?

Letting out a choked sob, Rose squeezed her eyes shut, wishing this was all a horrific dream. How could she go on?

“Come, little one.”

Head shooting up, Rose looked around with wide eyes. Had somebody found her? The main road wasn’t visible from where she was sitting, so there was no way a traveler had spotted her from there.

Scanning the surrounding area, Rose found nothing. But the voice beckoned to her again.

“Follow my voice, young one.”

Standing up, Rose took small steps forward, fear coursing through her veins. What if it was a trap? Although, did she really care anymore? Her parents and aunt were gone, she had nobody left. So why continue onward, really?

Creeping forward, she went in the direction the voice had seemingly come from. A faint pink glow was coming from the main road, and as Rose got closer to it, she realized it was a fairy.

“The fairy will lead you to me, my child.”

Surely, no Hylian soldiers could use a fairy to lure her. deciding it was safe, she increased the speed of which she walked, now breaking into a light jog as she followed behind the fairy. It led her down the road and around the side of it, into a nearly hidden path between the massive rocks of the hills.

Out of breath now, she finally reached the top, finding a sort of… pond, in front of her? It was a peculiar sight; flowers and all sorts of growth surrounding the water, almost like something she’d seen in a fairytale book. In the center of the shallow waters, there was a huge flower bud, seemingly shut. As her feet reached the pond, the ground rumbled. Panicking, Rose was about to run away when the flower bud burst open, and out came an incredibly large woman.

“My child, why are you all alone?”

Startled, but less scared now, Rose stared up at the woman, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, it clicked within her head. Though it was something she’d assumed to be a rumor, here it was before her eyes...

A Great Fairy.

“My… my parents were killed,” she answered, voice slightly choked up. “I came from Tabantha Village and… they killed my aunt too…”

“Oh, you poor thing,” the fairy cooed, reaching out to carefully stroke Rose’s hair with a single finger. “My child, you have nowhere to go, do you?”

Shaking her head, Rose confirmed the fairy’s thoughts.

“Just as I thought. Well, you’re in luck, little flower,” the pink-haired fairy gave her a small smile. “You can stay here, and I shall speak with my sisters on what we can do to aid you.”

“R-really?” Rose stuttered, completely shocked. The Great Fairies were going to help her?

“Of course. The rocks should keep you protected from any weather, there’s edible plants growing here, and my fountain should provide enough warmth for you.”

“Thank you,” Rose looked downward, suddenly feeling as though she were going to cry again.

“Oh! Don’t cry, my dear. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. And, why don’t you tell me your name, hm?”

“It’s… Rose,” she managed to say, failing to fight the tears that began slipping through.

“Rose. What a perfect name for such a pretty girl. I am Kaysa, one of the four Great Fairies in Hyrule.”

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After spending a few days near Kaysa’s fountain, the fairy finally broke the news to Rose that she and her sisters had come up with a plan for her.

It was about noon, and Rose was currently sitting against one of the sides of the hill that hid Kaysa’s fountain. She’d had one of the many carrots that grew around the fountain as a snack a few moments prior, and was now basking in the sunlight, watching the small fairies that floated around the fountain.

The ground rumbled, and Kaysa burst from the giant flower bud, beaming at Rose.

“Little flower, I bring good news!”

Standing up eagerly, Rose got closer to the fountain to hear what Kaysa had to say.

“My sisters and I have come up with a wonderful plan! Do you know where Satori Mountain is, my child?”

Rose nodded, having a vague idea on how to get to said mountain. It was visible from the top of the hills in the Tabantha region, and some nights there would be an odd glowing emanating from the top of the mountain.

“Wonderful. We’ve arranged for you to live on the southern end of it. A cottage to live in right near a pond that provides plenty of resources for you!”

“A… cottage?” Rose stammered, wondering how they could’ve possibly gotten one built so quickly, or just… how they could even build one in the first place. From what she could tell, the fairies couldn’t leave their fountains. This made no sense.

“Indeed. Through magic, my dear,” Kaysa added, sensing Rose’s confusion.

“Oh…” that didn’t explain much, but nevertheless, Rose smiled, feeling hopeful once again.

“All that we ask for is rupees,” Kaysa then explained, nonchalantly. Rose frowned in response. She didn’t have any rupees, aside from the couple hundred her aunt had left in the journal. Rose highly doubted that would be enough to repay the Great Fairies.

“I… don’t have much to give you,” Rose mumbled, disappointedly.

“Oh, don’t worry, little flower!” Kaysa stroked the girl’s long, brunette hair with a single finger, “you can repay us over time.”

Nodding, Rose agreed to that condition. “Okay…”

“And one last thing,” Kaysa announced, “when you’re of age, my sisters and I will have you begin your training.”

“Training…?” Rose echoed, unsure of how they’d be able to do so from within the flower buds.

“We came to the agreement that when you turn fifteen, the four of us shall mentor you to become… The Great Fairies’ Warrior.”

#sooga x oc #sooga x original character #hwaoc sooga #sooga #sooga x reader #legend of zelda fanfiction #zelda fanfiction #zelda fic #hyrule warriors fic #age of calamity fic

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Two on One Special

I PROMISED AND ITS HERE. At damn near 2 AM.

Anyway, for those who don't know, one of my wives @angry-trashcan and I had the beautiful idea of letting our OC's meet. Obviously only good things could come from that. Hence, this!

Smut so MDNI! 18+

Smut CW: Threesomes, two girls one guy, Sage is SUCH a lucky bastard. Girls kissing. <333 Over 3.7 K words of just pure smut.

Aaliyah X Ceres x Sage smut below >:D

Hands brushed along the flesh of her skin in a tauntingly light touch as a razor’s edge of an inky claw drew the palest of lines against her skin. She swallowed a harsh glob of saliva, daring to meet the harsh irises of topaz staring back at her. It seemed as if streams of lightning danced in her eyes as she watched every microexpression cross her facial features. Every inflection was cataloged and noted as the hand crawled further, now brushing against her thigh.

Their skin tones, while similar, contrasted greatly in a harsh juxtaposition of their time spent in the sun. It had to be similar, right? Since traveling with the chain, she had spent quite a fair bit of time in the sun, but perhaps the other had spent longer since she had been part of her Sage’s entire journey? That had to be it, right? Or perhaps her skin just tanned easier than her own? Or-9

“You think so loudly, doll.” Goddess, Ceres couldn’t say she had ever been so attracted to a voice before, but something about the Sheikah’s had her spine stiffening. The tilt of it had been dangerously smooth and effortlessly erotic, like a succubus had whispered every filthy thought known to Hylian-kind. Every syllable that dripped from her cinnamon kissed lips had her nerves simultaneously relaxing before tensing all over again for a whole new reason.

The hand never stopped.

The movement was smooth, never faltering, never slowing. Clear and precise on where it was headed and how exactly it would get there. It was almost frightening the amount of confidence the movement held. How much conviction the woman held with every single movement she made.

Ceres’ breath hitched in her throat when then hand graced its destination. Dexterous fingers brushed against the thin material her tights were made up of; nowhere near thick enough to truly dampen the pressure of the simple action. It had its intended effects, making her suck in a harsh, satisfying breath as her thighs twitched.

Aaliyah allowed a frustratingly devious smirk to upturn her lips, moving the palm of her hand to rest on the other’s pelvis so her thumb could be free to move taut circles along the bundle of nerves. The action was slow and teasing in ways that could not be put into words with how overwhelmingly understimulating it was.

The Sheikah had an effortless grace to her. One honed and sharpened by years of training and trials she has both overcome triumphantly and learned from her failures. Teachings that have earned her a careful control over every inch of her being. Nothing happened to her without her knowledge or allowance.

A hum left from low in her throat as her thumb gave up, instead moving up to the band of her tights, fingers wrapping around the hem as her other hand joined from the opposing side. “I think I’m quite over these. May I?” The lightning in her eyes sparked once, twice, three times in a show of shadowy lust. Something she didn’t seem unfamiliar with in any way if her actions said anything.

Contrarily, Ceres gave a shaky nod, a shuddering breath rocking her ribcage.

“Words,doll.” Came the simple demand.

“Y-Yes. You can-may. You may.”

Aaliyah hummed once more and in a single swift movement her tights had been discarded somewhere off the bed, any undergarments following swiftly after. Her thighs were spread, leaving her cunt open and exposed to the Sheikah, who gazed like a predator would eye its prey. Her smirk lost its sharp edge, instead turning into something brimming with excitement. Something that seemed to buzz with anticipation and suspense, as if she were barely holding herself back. One of her hands returned, pressing a cool palm to her thigh before pushing it back, testing the limits of her flexibility. “Will you let me make you feel good, doll? Let me treat you like the divinity you are?”

At this point, Ceres would let her do anything she asked of her. Anything just to hear the drawl of that word once more. Doll. Just the sound of it had her keening, back arching in a delicious curve that had the Sheikah startling back for a moment before she was collecting herself once more. With a shake of her head, curtains of white flickering across her face, she recollected herself before pinning both thighs back. “As tempting as that is, doll, I need words.”

Always words. She needed words. Confirmation. Verbal consent.

And if that wasn’t the hottest fucking thing Ceres had ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“Golden three above, Aaliyah if you don’t do something I’ll consider even Koridai at this point-” Any complaints were cut off by a choked yell as something flat and wet dragged right between her labia lips. Flicking right against her clit, Ceres saw stars behind her eyelids as her hips bucked wildly. She hadn’t even meant to do that, but the band of tension had just been snapped by the sweet relief of the other’s tongue. Even that miniscule movement had her all but dripping on the sheets beneath her. When Aaliyah pulled back, licking her lips as if savoring the taste, a humorous smile upturned her eyes, making them shine like the stars were plucked from the sky just to put the constellations in her eyes. “I don’t know who this Koridai is, but rest assured, you will not leave my hold without being satisfied to the point the only name you remember is mine.”

“Now, that’s not very nice.”

Aaliyah’s face seemed to go through the seven stages of grief at the entrance of the new voice, throwing a disinterested look over her shoulder. “What do you want?”

“Am I not invited, snowdrop?”

“No. Go away.”

A harsh smack rang through the room, though no burn followed from where Ceres expected one to be. Instead, Aaliyah has shot up, lips raising in a snarl as her canines gleamed, practically snarling at the man behind her.

Sage simply smirked, rubbing the cheek he had smacked. “You seem occupied. I’ve got it back here.Go back to what you were doing. Or rather- who you were doing.”

“Bite me.” Aaliyah snipped, but did as told, sliding Ceres closer with the grip on her thighs. Deceptively gentle, her teeth dragged along tanned flesh, pressing soft peck after soft peck to every freckle she came upon. When the urge hit her, she suckled a dark marking into the plump flesh as her own personal signature. A reminder.

Fingers wove into her snowy white hair, tugging at the roots as she inched closer to her destination, looking up through her lashes to Ceres’ own eyes. When there was no movement to pull her off, Aaliyah swept forward, tongue returning to its previous post. It lapped at her glistening cunt, leaving behind another sheen of spit, before stopping right on her clit, remaining nothing but a firm pressure. She didn’t move.

That didn’t stop Ceres from squirming to the best of her abilities, tempted to pull on the hair in her grasp and ride the Sheikah’s face to her heart’s content. When she attempted to move her hips, another hand came up to press flush against her pelvis. While the nails were the same sharp, black talons the Sheikah had, the stained skin was not.

She swallowed again, looking up at Sage. He looked disinterested, almost bored, as his other hand massaged Aaliyah’s ass. Moving the flesh up and down and squeezing it until it turned red in his grasp. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You see, when Aaliyah has her mind set on something,” His eyes snapped to hers, the icy sapphires freezing her to her spot. “She gets it. I’ll admit, I may have spoiled her a bit.” He raised his hand before slapping it against the other’s darker cheek, making it ripple under the hit as she hissed into the other’s clit. Ceres cried out at the sudden sensation which was both too much and not anywhere near enough.

“But can ya blame me?” The hand fell from her ass, trailing between her thighs as two of his fingers slipped between the Sheikah’s own legs, curving and disappearing into her cunt.

It rocked her forward, further into Ceres own cunt, giving more pressure to the tongue pressed against her clit. Her grip on the other’s hair tightened, dissolving into a slight pull that rocked in time with her hips.

“Atta girl.” Sage grinned, pumping his fingers steadily into the other woman, making her thighs quiver inwards as her eyes rolled back. While seeing Aaliyah on top of her was a sight, seeing her lose her mind while between her legs had Ceres appreciating this new side just a bit more. “Prepping our new toy so well for me.”

The tongue finally moved, flicking against the bundle of nerves before returning to circle around the nub. Whatever daze had fallen upon her had disappeared just as quickly as it had happened, It was quite impressive in all actuality. How quickly she could pick herself up and refocus, recenter her entire being to suit whichever situation she found herself in.

With a muffled groan, which vibrated so deliciously against her spasming cunt, Aaliyah moved one of her hands to hold her weight, craning her neck to focus entirely on the other’s clit while her other hand dared to press against her sopping opening. It traced the edges of her cunt before prodding against the fleshy walls, fighting against any resistance easily. The digit immediately hooked itself, following the natural curve of her inner walls before lifting itself upwards. And all the suns, moons and stars in the sky could not have prepped Ceres for the pinpoint accuracy the Sheikah had. Using the perfect amount of pressure at the exact angle with the copious amounts of teasing had her practically bursting at the seams. Blinding pleasure made her vision spotty as she practically howled, thighs clamping against the other woman’s head as her hips practically rode her tongue, another finger joining the first. They rocked and scissored in time with her tongue, which flicked and swirled over and over again, suckling against the bundle when she least expected the sudden jolt of pleasure.

Her orgasm was over far too quickly, leaving her achingly empty when the Sheikah pulled away, pink tongue darting over her slick sheened lips.

Her self-satisfied smirk was almost frustrating if not for the fact she had taken the other to see the golden three themselves. Hell, Ceres was sure she was still seeing stars.

Sage chuckled, removing his own hands from either woman. One of them wrapped around Aaliyah’s throat, the cradle between his thumb and index finger lifting her chin as his other hand came to rest in front of her face. Two fingers, shiny and wet, pushed against her lips before she was obediently opening and licking them clean.

“That’s my good girl.” The blond praised, which seemingly pleased the Sheikah if the shudder she let out was any indicator. “I suppose you’ve earned your reward, haven’t you?” His eyes once again pinned Ceres to her place, not that she had any intention of moving. Not with the way her brain buzzed with euphoria, placated and flooded with enough dopamine to choke a horse. “Let’s say you, huh, bluebell? Think you have one more in you?”

Ceres wasn’t sure what compelled her to nod.

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She would never, no matter how much prep she had, get used to the feeling of him. Her walls would never be truly prepared for the girth he had, she would never remember how deep he actually was able to sink into her, she would never recall just how she could feel him in her stomach. Carving his place out in her cunt and doing his civil duty in reminding her.

Goddess above, she loved being reminded.

Loved the feeling of each and every one of his veins pressing against the most erotic spots, caressing against them in a slow, purposeful drag. Loved the sound of his balls, full and heavy and just aching to be drained, slapping against her thighs, marking them red with the repetitive motion. Loved the intimacy that came with every drag and push into her, remarking her as his.

But what made this time truly different from the others was the other woman seated before her.

Aaliyah could not describe just how truly effervescent she was. How badly she wanted to corrupt her. To absolutely ruin her for any other man or woman. To have her calling out her name even when she wasn’t there.

What a dream.

Sinking down onto Sage’s cock, she hissed low in her throat, feeling the man fight against the urge to jut up. She had to give the poor bastard credit where credit was due. He was endlessly careful with her whenever he got his paws on her, taking the time to thoroughly stretch her and make sure she had the proper aftercare after every rendezvous. She tried telling herself it was why she had stuck around so long originally, but deep in her chest she knew it was for a far more intimate, scary reason.

They could play the fateful game of pretending that they were simply two roommates who appreciated a good casual fuck every now and then, but in all actuality it was something deeper. Something lacing their good morning kisses, when the sun barely showed its face and she was mid-curse out of Hylia’s name and he was nothing but a clingy leech desperately latching onto her to keep her in her place, cementing their place in each other’s life a little more with every passing second. When they were out on the road, wordlessly communicating effortlessly, a single glance telling them everything they needed to know. When the nights became cold and lonely and the only solace they had was in each other’s intertwined fingers, upturning dirt with every push forward as they crossed the boundary between friends and something more.

It was a problem for a future version of her. Presently, she had too much else to focus on.

“Great Din’s tits.” Dropped from her lips before she could really stop it. Before her, Ceres, the sweet doll, gently placed her hands on her shoulders, as if to ease the stretch. Aaliyah appreciated the silent comfort, even if it did very little.

“Nice and slow, snowdrop. There ya go.” Sage crooned from beneath her, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs. His eyes shone in a silent question, aching to learn of any way he could help. “Just like you always do.”

It seemed like a full minute of slowly lowering until she was seated fully, his own crotch flush with her own. She felt just as full as she always did, the flat plane of her stomach rounding out just the slightest. After a moment, she leaned back, hands bracing themselves on his thighs as she watched Ceres. “You’re good to go, doll.”

The brunette blinked, eyes the color of the ocean widening a fraction. “Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you and-”

Aaliyah chuckled, feeling the way her insides churned and squeezed around the imposing figure. Sage hissed in retaliation, gently digging his nails into her hips in a silent warning. “Doll, if you don’t sit your pretty little ass on his face, he’ll start crying.”

“I will not-”

“There’s no need to worry about me. I’ve done this enough times.” She gave her best attempt at a comforting smile.

It seemed to work as the other woman carefully lifted one of her legs sliding over Sage’s awaiting face. In the last second, he glanced over at the Sheikah, locking eyes with her before moving one of his hands to ease her into place. He was letting her take the lead.

Which was fine with her.

Once the brunette was seated comfortably, Aaliyah let her nerves melt away, moving to grapple and hold onto the plump tanned flesh. Every part of Ceres was soft and plush, easy to move and hang onto. A deliciously good squeeze. Something Aaliyah would take damn good advantage of. Her hands moved to her breasts, weighing them in each palm before squeezing them, rolling them in her grip and feeling her nipples harden beneath it. Every pull and pump was erotic in its own sense, making her own cunt gape around Sage. Something low and pretty rung out from where he laid before he was distracting himself with the meal before him. HIs jaw moved up and down, over and over as the barest peaks of his tongue, red and eager, peaked out with every lick.

The movements made poor Ceres quiver in place, laying further into Aaliyah’s hold as her own hands reached for the Sheikah’s hips.

She was so cute. Blissed out and already fucked dumb. It was a beautiful sight on the brunette.

“That’s it, doll. Nice and easy. Just let us do all the thinking for you.” Aaliyah cooed, lowering herself to suck at one of her perked nipples. Her tongue swirled around the bud before she was sucking, making the other cry out in pleasure, wrapping herself around the Sheikah. One hand returned to the roots of her hair, pulling it into knots that would be a devil to deal with later, while the other painted stark white lines down her back. They were hardly felt, not with the disaster her back was, but it would be a nice reminder. To know she had this angel in her grasp, crying her name.

Switching to the other bud was easy, Aaliyah refusing to leave it abandoned and neglected. That just wouldn’t be fair.

Sage’s hands moved to curl around Ceres’ thighs, pinning her to his face as the brunette cried out. Something in her eyes flashed before her hands were moving, anchoring themselves to Aaliyah’s hips. And in a show of surprising strength, lifted Aaliyah before dropping her back down on Sage’s cock.

It made the Sheikah tremble and shake, crying out around the nipple in her mouth like a newborn babe. Even the ever stoic Sage was muffling something into Ceres’ cunt.

How one individual had such a chokehold on both of them as beyond her, but she didn’t quite care right now. Not when her entire body was still reeling from the feeling. Not when the pleasure that had enraptured her made something burn deep in her gut. Not when she needed to feel that again and again and again.

“Please-” Ceres breathed out, eyes wide and pleading, practically watering as her hips gyrated back and forth, creating a steady rhythm. “Bounce.”

Aaliyah swallowed around the tit in her mouth at the command. The bratty side of her barked to refuse the command. To ignore it and focus on doing what she wanted, not what someone had told her to do.

Her hips had lifted anyway before falling back down with little grace. The simple action had both her and Sage crying out in ecstasy, which in turn made Ceres’ jut her hips in a harsh snap.

It wasn’t enough. No. It was merely the start.

Raising her hips once more, Aaliyah glanced down at Ceres’ cunt, watching it grind back and forth, over and over again, clit throbbing in need. When she rocked forward, Aaliyah hesitated. Waited. When she dragged back, her hips dropped. Then the action repeated. For every movement forward, Aaliyah would raise her hips. When the other went the opposite direction, she let them fall.

The coil continued tightening in her gut, burning tighter and tighter. All she needed was one final drag. One more push to snap that tension and let her entire being sing in euphoria. Just one more-

A, frankly unflattering, squeal left her throat when Ceres’ deft fingers grabbed at her chin, freeing her from the tit and lifting her to instead press their lips together. In a show of dominance, the other wasted no time in letting her tongue dart out to lap at her own tongue and teeth, daring Aaliyah to try and take over. She would never dream of it, falling limp to the other’s deepest desires. Moreso when dangerous fingers fell to her clit, rubbing quick and tight circles. They were rushed with no real rhythm to them, but it was exactly what was needed as the band snapped. Everything unfurled in a flurry of pure pleasure, something wet dripping down her thighs and onto Sage’s. He grunted and groaned at the feeling, hips wildly bucking up and down at the feeling of her cunt squeezing around him. It did very little to ease the overstimulation now burning through her system, making every touch feel like magma trailing along her skin.

Which just would not stand.

Her own hand darted to Ceres’ own core, not even bothering with circles and simply rubbing at the neglected bundle of nerves.

It gave her the desired results as the brunette cried out, hands shooting up to tangle into Aaliyah’s hair, humping wildly against both Sage’s tongue, which never faltered, and Aaliyah’s fingers, throwing her head back in a cry of ecstasy. Aaliyah took the opportunity given to nip and bit at her collarbone, leaving more splotches of angry skin that would surely bruise by tomorrow.

Sage’s hands took the opportunity given to him, instead reaching blindly for Aaliyah’s before hooking into the dips there, gently raising her further before fucking her with reckless abandon. Her own cum made the movements sound disgustingly filthy, squelching with every movement before he was pulling her hips down flush with his own. A moment passed with a near violent twitch of his cock before hot spurts of cum were paining her inner walls. It was heavy and thick and exactly what the Sheikah needed, feeling every part of her clench in anticipation. When thick globs began to ooze out around her gaping opening, she squeezed further, making Sage cry out once more from his place between Ceres’ thighs.

The torrent didn’t stop until she was well and truly full, making her achy and truly satisfied. She was sure the moment she raised her hips, nothing but pure white would drip out of her and back down onto Sage’s crotch.

She almost wanted to see it.

Instead, she remained a pillar of support for Ceres as she shakily swung her leg back over, collapsing back onto Aaliyah’s side.

A moment passed between them before the brunette was shooting her a cocky grin.

“Wanna switch?”

#OMG I LOVE THEM #Ceres is Bailey's #And Aaliyah is mine <3 #They are secretly all more than friends #except sage #he's their dog #cindersins #lu sage #Sage is having the time of his life rn #</3 wish it was me #fr

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The Chain and The dame

chapter 1: Meeting the new hero in an unconventual way

Summary:

This is a chain x oc story cuz I keep talking about said oc to friends and they convinced me to write an actual fic

Notes:

welcome to this fic about my oc and her adventure with the chain for other small storys or rough drafts of her and their interactions check out the chain and dames shanagins this will also be posted on my AO3. Also big thanks to @luimagines for helping me out with character reactions!

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Sky sighed as the group finally found a good spot to set up camp for the night. They have been walking for about half a day, they all woke up, got ready and then headed out around sunrise much to the dismay of the hero of the wind. Sky smiled a bit. He's been traveling with this group of heroes for a few months now and everyday was full of surprise to say the least. One day Sailor and Champion are messing with Korok leaves, the next they’re all fighting groups of monsters. Sky looks over at the rest of the group, smithy was frustrated because Champion broke another sword , the old man was leaning against a tree observing the rest of the heroes. He may look relaxed but he's constantly on guard from what sky knows, the eldest hero gave sky a small nod of acknowledgement. The rest of the group was cooking, setting up camp or just got back from checking the perimeter of the area they’ll be making camp in for the night.

Sky needed to give his feet a break so he sat on a nearby log, today so far hasn't been very interesting and honestly that concerned him. They had no idea where they were and that means they have no idea what dangers lurk in this forest. Taking Fi off of his back he decides to clean her a bit , she needs it after the past few days of fighting monsters. The group was quiet for once , all nine of them doing their own thing. It was like this for about half an hour before something happened. The silence was broken when the Veteran pointed out that a portal just appeared a few feet away from the main part of the campsite. Not knowing if it was the shadow or the mailman the party of nine got ready for anything. Yet what came out of it was something they would have never expected.

What came out of or rather what was thrown through the portal was a hylian. They looks to be around Champion's height, and had a similar build maybe a bit slimmer. From what Sky could tell they had short dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. They were in a cream shirt, with brown pants and boots of a darker shade. Around their waist was a belt that held something that looked a lot like the slate Champion has. On their back was a shield that there weren't using and a sheath to the broad sword they were using. despite getting thrown they very quickly regained their composure, but they weren't the only thing that came out. What came out after them was a giant beast, more specifically a silver lynel.The nine got their weapons ready to help out but before they could the mystery hylian quickly rushed at it easily dodging its attacks. They slashed at its knees and brought it down. As quickly as they could they hopped onto its back and began plugging their sword into the spot with its neck and back met. Unfortunately they weren't ankle to kill it like that, the lynel quickly got up and almost knocked the person off of its back. They held onto their swords hilt in order to stay on, the beast was thrashing around and that's where it messed up. The hylian used the momentum of it thrashing to their advantage, using all of their strength they pulled their sword out of its neck getting its bloody on them and quickly jabbed their sword into its underbelly. The hylian got out from under the beats and fell to the ground before slowly getting up; they were exhausted , and in pain.

The old man narrowed his eyes and had his sword pointed at them and slowly walked towards them. He couldn’t tell their gender right away but they appeared to be more feminine in appearance. The look on his face told them a clear message, and that message was a warning one that said if they tried anything it would be their last mistake. The others were in various states of shock they couldn't believe what just went down in such a short time span. The youngest of the group was standing wide eyed and in awe , he quickly regained his composure. Sailor and the rest of the group had no idea if they were an enemy or an ally yet. Hes hoping they’re an ally, the group could use another swordsmen like them.The shortest of the group walks over to the fallen lynel and inspects it making sure it’s dead these days they couldn't be too sure if something was truly dead or not. Smithys mind was exploding with questions. Taking a deep break he calms himself and notices something about the beast's blood. It was black, showing it was corrupted. He looked over his shoulder to look at the person who killed the lynel.Champion was grinning like a child during the winter festival. This person got launched through a portal by a lynel and didn’t stop till it was dead! And a silver one at that! This person is the same breed of crazy as him! He gave them a quick look over and his grin turned to a look of shock. They had something on their body he recognized and now his mind was full of “how did they get that”s,“who exactly are they?”s and “are we connected”s.

Both Captain and Traveler ran up to this person to check for injuries. The Captain’s questions were bordering the lines of actually being concerned and integrating them. “Where are you from and why did you come through that portal fighting that?” Before he could get a response the Traveler shoved him out of the way “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING TAKING ON A LYNEL BY YOURSELF! YOU COULD HAVE DIED!” Traveler was quickly checking them for any injuries. He did in fact find some, mostly close calls with the beats blade and a few broken arrows.Traveler healed what he could before the captain made him stop and look at their appearance closer. This wasn't a swordsman, it was a swordswoman. The veteran was just staring , he’s been put into a state of pure shock. He easily could tell that she’s a woman, and a strong one at that. He has to admit that has to be one of the coolest things he’s ever seen but that doesn't mean he’ll trust her. For all they could know she's an enemy and was sent here to kill them. Yet there's something about her that seems familiar.

Twilight stood there with a look of shock that quickly faded to suspicion ,due to how his secret affects him he knows she’s a she. He slowly starts walking over to her, a million questions are running through his head, ones similar to the others. Yet he had to give her some props and she took down that beast on her own. It was something three times her size, and she was fighting it even before she got thrown. Those monsters aren't easy to take down, he's seen Champion get nearly killed by them, he himself has almost gotten killed by them. He never took his eyes off of her, while she didn't seem like a threat but looks can be extremely deceiving.

Sky walks over to where the small crowd has formed “give them some space.” His voice was firm yet calm. “Look how overwhelmed they are. I apologize for the bombardment of questions.But i'm sure you can understand why we’re being cautious. It's not everyday we see someone emerge from a portal fighting a beast that big. I’m link- well rather all of us are but you can call me sky. Do you when the portal opened near you or why?’” The girl just stares with disbelief, shock and awe in her eyes. Quickly putting her sword away she begins to sign “ I don't know. Also a portal? Is that what I got thrown through?” She's extremely confused but she's hiding it with wariness. “Where am i? And how are you all here??”Sky looks at her confused “you know who we are?“ The girl gives a curt nod “ you’re all heroes of the past. The ones who I walk the same path as.” Veteran squints at her and asks the next question. " We barely knew who the others were. How do you know who we are?" Champion nods in agreement before looking over the damage to lynel from the sidelines.

It's clear that they don't have the same technique. But maybe he should ask her how she did it. It would be useful back home, and maybe he can teach her his if they come across another one and she's an ally. The old man puts his sword down but the look stays. "Chosen by the goddesses and burdened with the same glorious purpose? Do you bear the mark?" The girl nods before removing her right fingerless glove, she holds her hand up for the group of nine to see. Right there on the back of her hand was the mark of the hero. The triforce of courage. Once they all got a good look at it she put her glove back on “there's your proof, i'm no enemy just another unfortunate person with the biggest job in history.” The veteran scoffed “we don't truly know that just yet. Last time I checked, the hero wasn't a woman. You could be lying to us. You also didn't answer my question.” The veteran walked up to the girl, given she was the same height as the Champion he glared up at her and she glared back. She looks at Sky, her glare is gone when looking at him but she's still being stoic “may i see her? The sword? It's the only way I can think of to fully prove that I'm one of you guys. After all only the hero can hold her or in this case heroes” Sky is a bit wary at first but he obliges , taking the master sword out of her sheath he hands it to her. Carefully taking the sword in her right hand . She looks at it with a softer look and in response the sword glows a bit as if it's saying hello to an old friend.

The nine heroes just stare a bit, that hammered the nail into place, the sword proved she's not lying. The girl hands the sword back to sky, and right after she does Traveler speaks up “now that's done and over with can i finish healing her up? She still has some bruising and small open wounds. We can finish interrogating her as I'm patching her up.” Traveler gently grabs her wrist and leads her to a log before making her sit and he gets to work. The others follow to get their questions answered. "I’ll answer the question the one in red asked me. I know who you all are because I had to learn about you and what heroic deeds you did for hyrule and its people. The castle archives in my hyrule has decent records of everyone of you and the important people of your adventures. As the current hero, his majesty made me study every text and journal about you guys or written by you. Next question I'll answer are the ones I was asked by the one in the blue scarf.Im from hyrule and I got tossed like a rag doll through the portal. Now for the healer's questions I wanted to take the lynel down because I wanted to blow off some steam and it was getting too close to where a village was located. Also I usually take them down by myself, but for some reason this one was as strong as a golden lynel for some reason.”

“You fight them to blow off steam?!?” Sailor was flabbergasted “you might be a really good fighter to do that, but that makes sense like the rest of us you took down Ganon” the sailor walks closer to her “was yours a pig like veterans and travelers? Or was he a gorudo like the rest of ours?” The girl's shoulders drop “I don't know yet. He's yet to show up but time is ticking before he does. So I have to get home fast.” No one wanted to bring up the ganon thing so Champion asked the next question“ why do you have a sheikah slate?” The girl smirked a bit “because i'm the chosen knight and was raised by the sheikah chieftess ,also I kind of need it to get into shrines and help the rest of the champions out when needed.Oh and to hold my gear” Champion gave a look of fair enough but that just confirms she's connected to him.

“Okay my turn. Who are you and who taught you how to fight?” The old man finally spoke up and walked closer to her and squats to be face to face with her. She knows he's trying to intimate her and unlucky for the old man it doesn't work. “I was trained by the best knights of the royal guard ,making me a knight. I was also raised by the sheikah chieftess who trained me since I was five. I've had other teachers as well but only for short amounts of time and they were the chief of the ritto , the chieftess of the gorudo and the king of the zora.” the older hero squinted at her, she was telling the truth but she left out something. He could sense it and for once he was hoping he was wrong “you didn't tell us who you are.” she smirks “sure i did, im his majesty's chosen knight.” he scowled “i mean your name.” she grins mischievously “since you all share a name and go by nicknames i'll go by one as well, it's only fair. You can call me Dame, for it's the term for a woman who was knighted.”

Sky could tell having her come along would make things very interesting. That was enough questions for now the others can wait. This girl Dame is something else and maybe what the group of nine needed. He hopes at least.

#linked universe #linked universe x oc #lu four #lu legend #lu wind #lu wild #lu time #lu warriors #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu twilight #lu x oc

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mothielad · 8 months

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No way it’s my actual children :0

Hylian ocs! Idk what prompted me to make them but they are from Minish cap’s Hyrule ( more specifically my Links meet’s MC Hyrule) and are either best friends or arch rivals with Link/Sprite. Lemme know which one or I may do a poll (if it’s rivals, it’s cuz there’s another competing Weaponsmith in the town that they are friends with)

They are my absolute babies, and twins! (17-19, havent decided) the one on the left is Marti and the one on the right is Louis. I have a lot of info dump stuff about them but I’ll spare y’all

And for no reason, them in formal wear. They look uncomfortable because they are uncomfortable. Not used to fancy stuff

#loz ocs #hylian oc #my babies <3 #lemme know if anyone has thoughts option or questions :D #I love infodumping #but no pressure!a #I accidentally made Marti too short in the formal one but oh well

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hi-there-cake · 11 months

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ok so @m3wllo asked me about my ocs. trust me guys im not going insane tumblr cant recover deleted drafts anyways. heres the gist of what was in that before before i in the true fashion of fate deleted it:

i was originally going to make an artwork for them but i realized it was just easier to tell you about them. also i dont know how to tell yuo this but whatever ocs i couldve conceived of in the past. weeks or years are all just vague concepts in my head not fully fleshed out. abyways

so first im thinking of a mysterious shopkeeper who has pretty rare and valuable items, im talking fairies, dragon parts, the most potent ingredients for elixrs and/or food, and with totk maybe even bombs or arrows. i dont want to have them sell elixrs outright because id want that for Another shopkeeper oc who sells (you guessed it) elixrs and food. that shopkeeper would also have a feature where they make custom food based on they players/links inputs/suggestions (like the custom tunes in ACNH). as far as im aware loz doesnt have many nonhylian shopkeepers, so to break stereotyping/tropes i think this shopkeeper would be a goron. in my concept sketches i rushed of them i thought about giving them a mask like in past entries! no idea what it would do besides add to the mystery, or what mask it would be of (in the art i made it an unnamed zonai mask) but i would still like to have masks with Actual Abilities in botw, even if its a pipe dream.

so yknow how botw has champions. what if. monster champion. botw or totk doesnt have friendly monsters like in past entries (well. they have Masks for it but it doesnt let you do anything besides have them not attack you. ycant even talk to them, which is what i mean here. they cant give you items or nothing) which is a shame because it wouldve been really cool to have!! so hypothetically, what if i were to retcon that and just add friendly monsters. secret monster village near skull lake or the breach of demise. while it would be funny for the champion to be a keese or something i personally think theyd be a lynel. with totk out they could also be a gleeok or one of the boss monsters (COLDGERA CHAMPION……. COULD YOU IMAGINE). this may or may not have come from an unnamed botw au i have but shh. also speaking of which what if lynels were fused with other animals. like yknow how theyre centaurs with horse(?????) genes? what if they had goat genes, or deer genes, or any genes of an animal within That Realm of Animal? giraffe genes. CAMEL GENES FOR THE GERUDO DESERT. this also came from that au

friendly yiga ocs. i would like friendly yiga ocs. by friendly i still meant they commit violent crimes its just not murder this time (i mean. if you hc hard enough you could argue that the yiga wouldnt actually murder you, but thats besides the point and also probably not canon. but who cares about canon.) they can either be all the way from 10000 yrs back or they can be in the current age! this is partly inspired by the pirates in castle in the sky. also i would also like to have yiga ocs of different races. like we know anyone can really join as we see a hylian asking to join, and link joins and is able to learn an earthquake technique, so its not just a sheikah thing. so if anyone can join then why dont we see other races in yiga outfits like zora or rito or gorons? are they just disguising themselves to look uniform?? i dont think thats how it works but im not going to ask! but yeah zora rito and goron yiga. the gerudo May be able to get into the yiga but its hard to tell. i feel like these yiga would be on friendly terms with both the yiga and the sheikah, kind of like an buffer(?) state between two states that are at war. neutral party. also theyd be really good with sheikah tech considering 10000 yrs ago they probably worked on it while they were banished. they could help link with a weakness in the divine beasts or smth, maybe link can help them with something i dont know i havent fleshed this out yet

this has totk spoilers so i’ll strike it. so zelda in totk turns herself into a dragon. now i have opinions on this, but thats not what youre here for youre here for ocs. so three dragons exist in totk and botw: farosh, dinraal, and naydra. its debatable whether they were people at first who swallowed their secret stones or if they were created by the goddess or something (in botw it might state they were created by the goddess but im not sure!), but for this im saying they were people at first who swallowed their secret stones. im basing their races off their flight paths in botw (in totk its changed so they go into chasms, but im assuming if there was no chasms this wouldnt be their normal route yknow? for some reason it shifted no idea why. also wow is that a sentence to say). dinraal flies from akkala, to behind death mountain, into the tanagar canyon. so by the logic im employing the could be a hylian, a goron, maybe a korok?, or a rito. personally im going with a rito as i find that the most interesting considering they live in a snowy area, plus revali literally got dinraals horn as part of his trials of becoming the pilot for vah medoh (which is never mentioned in game besides when we do the trials. pain). naydra flies above the lanayru bay between zoras domain and kakariko village, as well as over the lanayru promenade, kinda like a long oval over the mountain and between the two villages. in totk it flies way closer to hateno village which is really cool symbolism for the inhabitants of that village if you ignore why they fly so close to their to begin with. anyways naydra could be a zora, a sheikah, or a hylian from hateno. honestly in my concept sketches i went for a zora but i like the idea of a hylian from hateno scaling mount lanayru in the moth unorthodox way possible. i think theyd have a bunch of colored cloths but thats off topic anyways onto farosh. farosh is the most varied, flying around lake hylia, the faron region, and surprisingly around the gerudo highlands. so farosh could be a gerudo, a hylian, or if this was Before totk i would say a zonai but. honestly im not entirely convinced the zonai/the people in faron arent the same people like. their architecture has Similarities but im really not convinced its the same architecture at All like. the ruins have more animalistic features and curves while the zonai architecture is more squareish/geometrical and theres only really Dragons present, no boars or owls. plus the lamps are different, the ruins have like standard lighting thats kinda square while the zonai have lights shaped like lotuses. it could be the ruins are just an earlier period for the zonai but like in lore they were close to Gods and descended from the heavens, with rauru and mineru being the last left on the surface. they werent originally from the surface so it couldnt have been an earlier period. and why wouldnt that architecture style stay if it Were the zonai? rauru was the king of hyrule, if the style originated from the surface then the king shouldve used it as thats where he was butbhe didnt! he wasnt even Close to faron, and the memories show the style of architecture on the islands being used for the kingdom so whats up with that? plus why wouldnt their architecture style carry over on the islands??? if it was an earlier period for the zonai that didnt originate from the surface itd be on the sky islands, and yet it isnt????? the sky islands are parts of the old hyrule, not built by the zonai who left the surface. so who built the ruins???? its possible that it was just an early concept for the zonai but nintendo scrapped it in favor for what we got, and yeah thats probably it, but im not taking that for an answer. the ruin-makers (or scrapped zonai) were either hylians (lurien village theorized to be descendants from the zonai as they can read the glyphs on the palamore ruins in botw + they have the zonai swirl mark on the houses, as well as the barbarian armour) or, if you wanted to make a theory on crack, you could say they were lynels and lynels and the current zonai-

-are related somehow (sorry the dash is because tumblr limited the words in the paragraph). this is because the barbarian armour looks a hell of a lot like a lynel’s gear, and its upgraded with lynel parts. so hypothetically. when i said i could make friendly monsters #real, this could hypothetically make lynels a viable option as a race, and as such farosh could be a lynel. so anyways :3 also in my architecture rant i forgor to mention that current day zonai architecture isnt painted or if it is barely and not with the colors past/scraped zonai use

also this is for mainly pre-cal, but zonai researchers!!!! botw only really shows zeldas fascination in the sheikah artifacts as a way to still help hyrule without her powers, but i kinda wish we got to see her geek out about other old ruins? like she goes to the ancient columns but only focuses on the shrine there, not the columns or what they mean (though. to be fair in not excited about My ancient history either. i am about other peoples ancient history though). and in totk we see her geek out about the zonai ruins, which is really great for her character!!! and considering it was a popular theory that the sheikah and the zonai worked together before totk came out i feel like either she or Someone else would be interested in it!! if zelda isnt then i would want link to be involved Somehow, as it was theorized that the sheikah represent wisdom the most and the zonai represented courage the most, and well zelda is the bearer of wisdom and studied sheikah tech, so link could theoretically be involved with the zonai somehow. (also i just want to do something with link mainly because i have the most fun playing with him like a kid plays with barbie dolls. but also i feel like zelda should have more character traits too yknow. who knows this could be a bonding experience for them). but yeah zonai researchers, distinct from sheikah researchers theyre close to losing their minds with what few data/info they have On the zonai (at least in botw). if they found a construct theyd lose their mind. theyd argue with sheikah researchers on why researching the zonai is important especially for the sheikah considering they Couldve worked together (before totk).

speaking of researchers, somebody (also pre-cal but can be after pre-cal) who studies malice, gloom, and/or monsters!! in botw they dont really know the enemy, which is kinda easy not to as calamity ganon is like a natural disaster. but i feel like they couldve tried yknow? monster extract already existed pre-cal (the recipe for monster cake in the castle), so either malice already existed then too Or somebody somehow discovered it through monsters. i feel like these researchers exist for the sole purpose to know more about ganon and why monsters specifically can get under the influence of malice (especially because in prior entires the zora were enemies too, though i dont know if its because they were under ganons influence or not, but if the zora Were under the influence at some point and got out of it during botw, itd be a good topic to research on who is and isnt vulnerable to malice)

id like ghost ocs too!! in totk we get poes but we dont have a physical form of them, and in the botw artbook we have concept art for a ghost!! plus like yknow the ruins of towns everywhere? imagine ghosts in all of them. imagine the destroyed decorations of the towns strayed about. imagine meeting aryll or links dad as a ghost. or on the brighter side imagine involved questlines with these ghosts, making recipes that were forgotten by time or retrieving something lost. GHOST ANIMALS NEAR SATORI. though i dont want to have too many ghosts tbh as, after playing totk, i have decided that i like botws emptiness compared to totk. im not joking here i swear not insane. when i say emptiness i literally mean having no side quests nothing to do just empty space. i like that about botw. i swear im fine.so anyways yeah. honestly ive been thinking more in world building terms for all of this

i dont know how to end this. welcum to my sick twisted mind

#h #hi mello #do you regret asking thisbyet

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fattybattysblog · 1 year

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All of my OCs

I just wanna share my OCs today :) You can find them and their artwork on my refsheet (NSFW warning there) but here's the basics and some images.

I try to use only my own art for all of these but I HAD to share the Amea x Zant commission because it is one of my absolute faves. I scoured my entire back log of bought commissions because they didn't put their name on the art but I think it was this person?? If not them then... they may have deleted their account from where I bought it.

Saphira Nightingale, my main tippy top OC

A shapeshifter and the last of her kind. I use her for lots of original stories as well as series where I don't have a dedicated character. The rule of thumb is "if she has clothes, it's an AU".

Mako Bianchi, Saphira's ex

A reaper that I used to pair with Saphira. She is now with other people and he is back to being the guy I draw sexy because I crave men. It's a toss up whether he's a skeleton or an elven winged man at any given moment.

Valus Nesrine

An incubus I used for my original novel. You can read about him there and in a short story, but they're both pretty naughty hahaha. He's charming and sweet. I love writing him.

Thorne

A mothman and the focus of some more stories. He's a bastard. But a sexy bastard. Honestly, that's all he has going for him.

Tarine

A bio android OC for Dragon Ball. She's mostly just there for pairing with Piccolo, lmao. But she did have some cool fights in the server where she was made.

Majin Mani

Same boat as Tarine, but for more of a "I like messing with these guys" vibe than the former. Mani was made for Dragon Ball Xenoverse so she is a time cop (ranger? whatever they were called)

Amea

A mercenary in Twilight Princess. I have her for an AU specifically but she is my Zant lover OC. She is half Twili and half Hylian. Does that work? Not really, but I really loved the idea.

Arin Ferris (and all of her Pokemon)

Arin is an Ex Rocket (which placed her at around 30 at the time so that's just her age now) and now owns a daycare off the coast of Hoenn. I like giving her the poison aesthetic but she doesn't use too many poison types.

Lia (Alix) Bech

A keyblade wielder who kinda sucks at fighting. She far prefers staying out of fights. Yeah she's just here to bang the organization. But she also has identity issues :D

Pire

More of an "everyday" OC for Zelda. I use her in all other Zelda games while Amea is for Twilight Princess only. She is a tech whiz and she makes mechs, hahah. And this was before TOTK was even announced!

Celeste Wade

An OC for Final Fantasy 9. She's a noble in Treno and she captures monsters to sell as pets and manor security. So she packs quite a punch without lookin like she can! I haven't designed her monster hunting get up yet.

Boriell

You know Lawachurls from Genshin Impact? Well I didn't like the game, but I loved these guys <3 So I made one for myself. He's the only remnant of my Genshin knowledge.

Velka, the Arcta Knight

My Kirby OC. She is a bad guy and I use her to antagonize everyone in the game. She has a vendetta against Meta Knight. And she got her powers illegitimately from Nightmare.

Thalia Vanfin, another favorite

A fishwoman bar owner/bounty hunter. Yep! Another one for shipping. But I love writing her encounters and drawing her being cute with people. Not always romantically but mostly romantically.

Fatei

Monster man with mask face and tentacles~ He's got a human form since he was turned into a beast like everyone else. But I usually only draw his monster form.

Dia "Dragoon" Chambers

A depressed college student who uses the Dark World as escapism from her life. Anything that makes her feel like she doesn't have to go back home. She comes with some friends! Laguna the Rogue and Phish!

Laguna the Rogue

Phish does not have any character traits beyond "is an Addison", but here's Laguna! She was originally made for an Undertale AU but now she's just a crazy ass monster and the only one looking out for Dia.

#battyart #original character #OC List #my ocs #masterlist

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tnc-n3cl · 1 year

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Dahkal's Razor

This here is a custom sword designed for an OC in my TLoZ fanfic, "The Realm Walker," named Dahkal (obviously). Now that I've gone into his backstory in "The Ballad of Kass," I'll post this....

Dahkal is the son of Godon and Lanara two more OC's I added to Hateno Village (they live on the hill above the shrine, to the left of Link's House as you're approaching it). Godon is a Hylian blacksmith while Lanara is of the Xhona (Sho-na) Tribe from Xilipi (Sy-lie-pie). Xilipi is a nation to the west of the Gerudo Desert, and the Xhona Tribe a group of humans with purple irises, round ears, and possess magics such as telepathy and clairvoyance.

Dahkal has a darker skin tone that most Hylians and his ears are not quite as pointed as the average Hylian (due to his mixed heritage). He has brown hair, blue eyes, and is 1.86 m (6 ft 1 in) tall. His father used every ounce of his skill as the 2nd best blacksmith in Hyrule to forge this blade. (Rohan in Goron City is the best blacksmith BTW.)

The blade was made from a core of Eldinite (a special metal found primarily around Death Mountain and used by the Gorons (and curiously by Lynels as well) to make weapons) and jacketed by an alloy of steel and Silvite (a corrosion resistant metal used by the Zora). {Basically a san mai technique, I was originally going to do raindrop Damascus, but wasn't sure I could pull it off convincingly or that it could be done with Hyrule's level of tech...}

The blade features two edges, the one with the curved tip is the primary cutting edge, while the secondary edge is fitted with saw teeth to give added utilitarian function. It's quite useful for surviving in the wilderness, or gathering hooves from a dead Lynel.

The decorative features of the weapon take inspiration from the Rito and Gerudo primarily. The triangular patterns are modeled after those found on the hilt of the Feathered Edge, while the colors can be found on such blades as the fabled Scimitar of the Seven. The handle is a composite of wood and Moblin horn.

The pommel of the sword is fitted with a variety of gemstones. Rumor has it that Dahkal possesses some magical talent and is able to temporarily charge his Razor with elemental power by smearing elementally charged Chuchu jelly on the blade. It is said that the gems aid this process.

A closeup of the symbols on the guard, which are purely decorative. The sun symbol has a topaz inserted into the center. Dahkal himself gathered all the materials used to make this sword while training with his maternal aunt.

Dahkal is first mentioned in Chapter 6: The Blacksmith and the Witch of "The Amnesiac Hero's Quest," which introduces his parents to Link. Dahkal's mother Lanara has dark skin, and black hair, which she braids in a fashion similar to the Rito (something she picked up on her and Godon's numerous visits to Rito Village).

Dahkal's first appearance is in Chapter 6: A Terrible Fate of "The Ballad of Kass." (Hey what a coincidence!) Although he'll be showing up more later.

FYI: Neither Dahkal nor Lanara are clairvoyant, Lanara can read minds and Dahkal possesses some limited telepathy. Dahkal also fights with a modified Golden Bow (tweeked to fire as fast as a Rito made bow) and a chain whip.

Basically, this is a what if the Razor Sword and Scimitar of the Seven had a baby.

#therealmwalker #botw #loz botw #majora's mask #sword #sketchup #melee weapon #gerudo #rito botw #hateno village #conceptart

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marshmallowloves · 2 years

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Zelda OC #2 - Ixchel + Seracia

>> (list of posts for other OCs)

(just a forewarning - even with the read more, this one is gonna be lengthy 😂)

After being introduced more to the Zelda series by my friend, I excitedly went home and attempted to play through the few games that I owned. I got the farthest in Oracle of Seasons - or at least that's the one I played the most. I can't really remember. But, eventually I moved and was forced to change schools, so I kind of fell out of the hype that my friend instilled in me, and I didn't really touch the games for a long while.

Fast forward to… somewhere around 8th grade, when I was around 13. I couldn't pinpoint the year because to be perfectly honest, most of late middle school to early high school is a complete blank in my memory. Anyway, my mom bought me Twilight Princess for the Wii (I know, I know, put down your pitchforks, none of the local stores even sold the GC version at the time - and we weren't about to pay extra to get it shipped to our broke asses) ...and instantly, I was enamored. Now that I was older, I felt I could actually appreciate the games for their content instead of just going "oh haha hee hee, I am playing the Zelda game! I am into the Zeldas!"

I don't even think I finished the game in its entirety before I chugged out an OC, specifically for Twilight Princess. And this time I was determined to make an OC that would put the cardboard-cutout of Saria Kamia to shame. With the OC Remix "Ancient Hero" playing on repeat on my orange iPod Nano, I scurried over to a now-defunct dollmaker on DeviantArt (thanks, adobe) for ideas, and out came Ixchel and Seracia.

Unfortunately, I do not have the original screenshot from said dollmaker. I do, however, have an old notebook drawing of the first Ixchel (pronounced "EESH-tuh-shell") - she went through a major redesign, but we'll get to that.

(with my real name oh so hastily blurred out kjdhfg)

Ixchel was a name that I found while on Behind the Name - I don't remember what criteria I was searching for, but Ixchel was the name of a Mayan goddess and it supposedly means "rainbow lady." And I do love me some rainbows and names with unusual letters in them! So I wrote it down, butchered the real pronunciation, slapped it on my OC and called it a day.

Ixchel was, for all intents and purposes, a normal Hylian girl (yes I know the "race" part is blank, I know she's a Hylian though dkfjdf). Sure, I slapped on the heterochromia because I needed to make sure she wasn't too plain, but because I was so obsessed with avoiding the Mary Sue clichés, I made it a point to keep her as "regular ol' person" as possible... Well, except for the fact that I later gave her a choker that could literally paralyze people if they made eye contact with her during a very specific phase of the moon. Y'know, normal Hylian girl stuff.

I finally shipped her with Link - because what self-respecting, basic-bitch Zelda fangirl didn't want to jump into Twilight's pants after seeing the first sumo wrestling cutscene? There was no substance, though. I don't remember giving her any distinct personality, nor was there any story as to how they met - I only had daydreams and maybe one or two doodles in which she thinks about him in a romantic context but doesn't say anything. This was at a weird point in time where I kind of knew what self-shipping was, but not by name, and was coming to terms with the fact that I had a crush on a fictional character while being a whole-ass teenager, and not being 9-10 years old and innocently thinking Ash Ketchum was cute - so I think I danced around the ship with Link out of embarrassment, but it was so long ago that I can't be too sure.

Anyway, thanks to this image, I was able to redraw her several years later, looking much nicer and probably much closer to how I intended for her to look. (and here's an extremely rare occurrence - this drawing has a date on it! May 17th, 2016.)

However, this is the last we see of this version of Ixchel. After a while, I decided that she was rather basic - actually more of an "anti-sue," really - and should fit a bit more into the Zelda universe, rather than just be some normal chick with pointed ears. So I did what any loving creator would do - ditched her on the side of the road, appearance and personality and all, and created a whole separate OC with the same name.

The new and improved Ixchel was, in retrospect, hit-and-miss. This time around, my Zelda OC actually had a personality! She was a plucky young adventurer who loved exploring and testing her mettle through battle. She had a very casual attitude, and her thrill-seeking ways sometimes got her in over her head, but she was kind at heart and wouldn't hesitate to help someone who needed it. Her design wasn't bad either, I think - the cargo shorts are admittedly a bit modern, but she definitely looks like a fantasy adventurer, which is what Zelda games are supposed to be like. So this was the "hit" part!

The "miss" part comes in the fact that she once again has a fairy - wait a minute, that's the bitch from the last post!! No, wait, this one is orange, and her name is spelled differently… Those things might have changed, but hoo boy, Seracia (shortened to Sera) did not change her bitchy ways. Still snarky, still sassy, and still insufferable, to the point where Ixchel would regularly put her in glass time-out just to get her to cut the sass - and that still didn't work.

Not only that, but Ixchel also had a pet wolf named Olive. Whether it was because I was in the throes of my teenage years and wolves were cool and edgy, or because I was just that in love with Wolf Link's whole schtick, I wanted a piece of that action too, so I gave Ixchel a rideable wolf that I never drew because to this day I cannot draw animals to save my life. Nevermind that apparently in TP (which Ixchel was made for) everyone in Hyrule shits themselves at the sight of an oversized puppy - Ixchel could literally waltz into Castle town on the back of her giant danger dog and nobody would bat an eye. In fact, that was the opening scene to a story I began writing with another friend at the time - but discussing that story at length would require its own post.

Ixchel's weapons were interesting as well. The idea for them came from (hilariously) Jenna's Phoenix Circles in the infamous Zelda badfic My Inner Life - which themselves are vaguely based on real-life chakram. Here, I called them "Dream Rings" and then later renamed them to "Razorings." They had retractable blades and could be carried on Ixchel's shoulder when not in use.

And lastly, a part that is both hit and miss - I shipped her with Twilight Link as well. At first it was admittedly self-indulgent - there's a picture of them smooching somewhere in my folders. However, I later decided to change it so that Ixchel's love was unrequited. Whether I was, again, embarrassed to crush on a fictional boy at that age or if I was just pants-shittingly afraid of falling into the "loves Link" cliché that many Mary Sues did, at the end of it all, Link fuckin' friendzones her and honestly, that's actually great. It's about time Link successfully escaped the thirsty fangirl.

#zelda #loz #legend of zelda #oc #Ixchel #Seracia #Ixchel and Seracia

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ryssbelle · 2 years

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I'd like to put forward two names.

Malachi - "my angel" or "messenger of god", suitable for a knight serving a literal goddess (also my angel is super cute)

Murtagh - "skilled in the ways of the sea", specifically for the suggestion he should be a Zora the same colour of Warrior's scarf

I honestly LOVE the name Malachi, it would be very fitting honestly, as for the zora situation he's most likely going to be hylian not just for easy drawing but also due to the red hair stipulation. Though it would be cute im not gonna lie.

I really like Malachi, but if yall still wanna suggest names you can, or if you like it too give a thumbs up in the notes lol

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #divine twili beast sky #malachi is very cute #kind of like Malon if you think about it #mal #tho i was wondering #and forgive me if this sounds weird #ive wondered if like all the species in loz could like #crossbreed if that makes sense #like could a zora have a child with a hylian?#or a goron with a rito?#the world may never know #loz oc #malachi

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artistdove · 2 years

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I jusg wanna know, how do you draw Minish?

I've answered this question before on Insta, but now I can put it on Tumblr with better formatting. Placing a keep reading because this may be long

Okay first things first, references.

With most animal characters, I tend to always look up what they look like in real life. This let's me get an idea on the fur pattern, fur color, and body shape. I base Minish off of rodents and the feather-tailed sugar glider. However, you can base them off other animals like I've seen a bat for a Cave Minish and a design I have for an Ocean one has otter elements.

Of course, everyone's style differs when it comes to animals. Mine is a mix of Disney and furry, I suppose. If you want a more pinpoint idea, then I mostly referenced the Rescuers for the Minish, especially for the head. Also do not forgot to have references from the original source of the Minish because this will influence how close to canon you will be when you draw them.

You don't have to do anatomy because I never studied it, but it does help- for me- to look up the skeleton of the animal. If not, then at least make a wired frame to get a general gist of what the body structure is.

That is how I came up with this reference for the Minish's feet, paws, and slight body layout. Basic body is a bunch of cylinders, triangles, and trapezoid's. Again, the body may differ depending on what you base the Minish on. For example, here's what I base the canon Minish on.

All have the feather-tailed sugar glider and mouse elements, but the rodent or glider is either absent or different. Forest has chipmunk or squirrel elements, Town more mouse-like with a short, feathered tail or no tail, and Mountain has mole and rat elements.

Now, Minish and Hylains as Minish are different for me. Minish Hylians are just shrunken people not animals in canon, but I find making them look like Minish more fun. I made this a while ago and may update it, but there is not much I would change. If you want to see more examples, check out my Minish ocs or my designs for the Linked Universe boys as Minish.

Hylian Minish are typically taller than an actual Minish. His or her clothes are shrunken to fit the mouse body and may or may not change to cater the new form. For example, boots become cloth-like covers with open toes. Hylian Minish can also stand on there toes longer than normal Minish and can even still walk human-like better than a normal Minish. Hylian Minish maintain their human like eyes while Minish have beady eyes. Patterns on fur are only on normal Minish, but some Hylian Minish can have something similar if they have say vitiligo. Ears are slightly higher on a Hylain Minish than Minish, but I barely draw them that way so that's kind of pointless. Hylian Minish also can not speak Minish unless they eat a Jabbernut while Minish can speak Minish and Hylian if they learned the language. Now, I am unsure about this detail because I may just give any Hylian Minish a feathered tail unless they have some other animal form like Legend with being a bunny. Depending on which portal the Hylian used, their tail will be based on the local Minish in that area. So feathered for Forest, naked for Mountain, and short or none for Town.

And, that is it! I can't think of anything else to say for this ask. Hope this made sense for how I draw Minish.

#dove ask #I may have rambled woops #i have seen many different takes on minish and my gosh they are so cute

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alastorsmile · 2 years

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Here is a little fella, whom I've named Volc! He is a Twili, like the ones from 'Legend Of Zelda: Twilight Princess'. I do also have a digital, coloured version of him, which I will also upload, soon. Tbh, I gotta get back to uploading and sharing my sweet little creations with everyone, since I haven't done so in a while, haha! (Y'know,,, I kinda wanna make more Twili ocs. Maybe I'll make a few more 👀)

I shall plop a little bio down below, so y'all can learn a bit about the little guy. ↓↓↓↓

Name: Volc Species/Race: Twili Age: ??? Gender: Male Sex: Male Sexuality: Pan Hair: Ginger/Auburn Home: Twilight Realm -- "Light Realm" Later On Eyes: A sort of amber/orange colour. Description: Volc, a young Twili, lived peacefully in the Twilight Realm for quite some time, until the throne was usurped and taken over by someone (Zant). Volc somehow managed to slip away unnoticed and hid for quite a while in the "Light Realm", surviving off of the fish he'd catch and the vegetation that he'd forage for. Occasionally, he'd attempt to make himself known to the other races and tribes that resided in the "Light Realm", mostly to ask for assistance. Some would gladly help, others turned him away or freaked out and ran. At other times, when he couldn't get the resources he wanted, he'd resort to stealing them. He'd hide in the shadows and lie in wait for when someone would foolishly turn their back, before swiftly snatching up his 'prize' and hurrying away to take it someplace else. Sometimes, he'd make a slight mistake, such as timing his actions wrong and getting caught. He'd usually take the object of his desire, anyways, and swiftly make-off with it as fast as he could. Most of these situations would take place in the Zora's Domain, where Reekfish is practically sacred and appears to be difficult to catch if the right equipment isn't "on-hand". Volc, himself, is quite surprised that he hasn't really been caught and locked away someplace, yet, although....Volc can be very good at hiding and running away. On most of the days where he is not foraging for food and resources, nor hiding away from anyone who may be searching for him to catch him, he mostly spends his time practicing his spells, exploring new places, resting and relaxing, watching the "Light-Dwellers" go about their days, or merely wandering the land and attempting to make a friend, despite his shyness. Other Info: > Volc's diet mostly consists of fish and veg. His favourites appear to be types of salmon and tuna, as well as things such as the "Reekfish" that can be found in the "Zora's Domain". > Volc will become very kind, caring and friendly to people once he warms up to them. > Volc is very afraid of being harmed by light, so he tries to hide away in shadows whenever he can. > Volc knows plenty of spells and is somewhat well-versed in using magic, yet still needs a little more practice. > Volc speaks Twili, but can also speak Hylian/English if he needs to. He will mostly write notes and other things in Twili, however.

#original character #my oc #my drawing #my art #drawing #doodle #traditional art #sketch #twili oc #twili #twilight princess #zelda oc #oc character #character design #the legend of zelda #the legend of zelda oc #tloz #tloz oc

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stupidzeldaaus · 3 years

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Okay- here we go-

The Steampunk Minish AU

I'll leave a whole bunch of explanations under the cut because it's a mess. There's a lot....

Okay getting the minish themselves out of the way first- these are just three of them.

So first off is the minish girl with a mini guardian sword. She's the reason it turned into spirit tracks brainrot so it was fitting to give her an outfit based off of the engineers outfit.

She has a grappling hook as well, which is mostly for scaling up tables, chairs, and bookshelves in the Hateno Ancient Tech Lab. And the guardian sword, due to being effective against guardians, is used to sever connections inside of them.

I had a sibling ask (around the vaatea au) if the minish used acorns as coffee cups so she has coffee in an acorn. She needs it.

Next is this guy. I honestly haven't put much thought into him except he's probably alot older than he looks. Also I think he'd vibe with Robbie in Akkala. Those goggles he has probably move like Robbies do as well.

He was also the one who made the little guardian sword.

Oh and his tail is under his clothes. It's probably so it doesn't get in the way.

Alright- my personal favorite and also the one that will probably out me on discord cause they're based off another OC I've already shown off and do not shut up about. Anyway, they're a ray of sunshine.

So they seem to carry a lot of tools on them, some of which can't be seen. They also have a lot of belts on their jacket, which, while it seems like just a fashion statement, I think they have a use. Most likely for holding more tools. The big pockets probably have tiny nuts bolts and screws. Also snacks. They gotta make sure their partner didn't just have coffee for breakfast.

So Purah. She's actually pretty important since, not only is she a scientist, she can see them all as well. I had a theory a while back that she turned into a child to study minish and then that was cut from the game. She can see them but, can't quite understand them at that point. Maybe she makes a translator or finds a jabber nut later.

The minish trying to explain something here might be the first based off of handedness but also might be the first ones mother. The first picture has her speaking minish while the bottom has her drawing out a wrench, glasses, and a sword. The sword might be in reference to the minish cap.

Yep. They still wear leaf cloaks. But they're more for camouflage now. Botw may not have cats that I know of but they do have birds that typically eat mice. And the manga did show that yep animals can see the minish pretty well actually.

Alright- the fun part! It's mostly going to be explanation since- guardians...

Robbie studied guardians mostly so its probably his research that gave the minish the knowledge on their inner workings.

So the first picture has who I think is a younger version of the second minish.

We saw where Link had trouble climbing up sheikah walls and the minish probably had the same problem.

Theres one scene from secret world of Arrietty where they use double sided tape for climbing, and i wanted to use that but I didn't think tape was a thing invented in the zelda universe. And (after an adult timeline and beyond quest) SURE ENOUGH- Spirit Tracks wellspring station. Also possibly Purah or Robbies labs. So... I guess that can be a thing...

Secondly is the guardian labeled dead. It's been taken down. One thing I should mention- I'd like to think that if the active guardian stalkers are closer to towns or roads used regularly there's probably more of a chance that they'd be immobilized.

Plus the thought of the scene from revenge of the sith, with the AT-AT, would probably be cool with a guardian.

The guardians probably would go even more haywire than they already were while trying to shut them down and it's probably better if there isn't a giant spider robot running into one of the stables.

Link ran into this guardian, and knows he didn't take it down. So who or what did...?

There's a third unfinished doodle that I couldn't bring myself to finish, mainly because i couldn't figure out anything about the inside of a guardian. What I know is that there are gears, shafts, springs, and cores. I wanted initially to let them meet the hylian champion but- this link is more of an adult and he probably can't see them.

Finally- I did say it devolved into spirit tracks.

The first picture is a book on New Hyrule, which is covering the Spirit Train, The Hero of Spirits, and Byrne apparently. This book might have been lost somewhere in Hyrule Castle, since I'd like to believe the royal family would keep track of all the legends and history of Hyrule.

Finally, the final picture.

So the minish girl (Okay they all really need names...) is trying to decide on how to power the train. Sheikah technology or Lokomo technology. Two very different technologies.

They are not the same. Not even remotely.

The train she's in the middle of sketching was from the ST concept art. Apparently the book she was reading didn't have much on steam power.

(But that doesn't mean it's the only book. If I had to guess there's most likely a few more books on the technology from new hyrule.)

I'd like to have eventually a train going from Akkala to Hatenos lab, and eventually go across all of Hyrule

Anyway thanks for reading through! I know it was a mess.

#goodnight yall #it is three in the morning #well... its about an au #minish cap #breath of the wild #spirit tracks #minish #purah #legend of zelda #art #this is art #look theres art

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