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hey im free later if you wanna like get married or merge souls or something
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Thanks for the tag!
Greens, All birds (my current favs are great-tailed grackles) and Dark chocolate if they have it!
no pressure tag: @litrllyvoid
A person's favorite color, favorite animal, and favorite flavor of ice cream can say a lot about them when considering the answers as a whole. Some prime examples I've heard are:
~ Silver, Artic Wolf, and Mint Chocolate Chip.
~ Pink/Yellow, Putu Bird, and Cotton Candy.
~ Light Brown, Tree Kangaroo, and Rum Raisin.
~ Green, Pig, and Cookie Dough.
Mine are:
~ Burgundy, Fox, and Moose Tracks.
Tag some friends and get a sense of who they are! :)
@notable-bumblr @persistentchaos @enterfandomreference @valerietompson @paper-crowns-and-tiaras @ironxprince @acecuddle @angst-dealer @hey-you-i-just
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NONONONONON WHATS HAPPENING ON PLEASE DONT HURT MY BOY
I'm drafting the new pages...this one 🥺
#PLEASE#WHAT DID SKY DO TO YOU#LET MY MAN LIVE A PEACEFUL LIFE#FOR ONCE#zeldathesacredrealm#sacred realm
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shut up i’m busy having a fake relationship with a fictional character right now
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[Request]
Rulie deserves some pampering time. Make him relax and not lift a finger!! Needs to hear nothing but praise and gratitude for once in his life! (All the Links do tbh but!! Singling our Hyrule for this)
Praising and Pampering Hyrule
(A/N:) I love Rulie sm. He's such a sweetie pie he really does deserve some loving and recognition.
Contains: GN!Reader, the hc that Hylian ears wiggle bc I love it, Rulie being mildly insecure and also doted on
Word Count: 348
Hyrule blushed immensely, but made no moves to protest as you stroked his cheeks and cooed at him. He was currently buried up to his neck in blankets, and you wouldn't let him get up for anything.
It was...nice.
While maybe slightly smothering, it was nice to have someone caring about him so much. Actually...doing things for him. Encouraging him to rest. It wasn't something he was used to.
Hyrule was usually the one going on errands, doing quests for ungrateful people and offering others a reprieve when they needed. Now he was the one in that position.
It was an odd, unfamiliar feeling, but...he kind of liked it.
Especially because it was you.
You were so kind to him. Always so sweet. So thoughtful. He didn't deserve it.
And maybe he was imagining it, but it seemed like all that attention was reserved just for him. He never saw you doting on Wind, or criticizing Legend's sleeping habits, and he certainly never saw you cooking for Wild.
But you did all those things for him. Sometimes you were like a mother hen with how you cooed over him. But he didn't mind it. Not at all.
He liked being worried about. He liked being taken care of. He liked being loved on.
...And he definitely liked being praised.
"So strong..." You murmured into his jaw, pressing kisses to his face. "So noble, so kind...and so handsome..."
His ears were twitching enough that there was no way you hadn't noticed, and it only made him more red–pink crawling up to the tips of his ears as they wiggled happily.
"I- I'm not..." He whispered shyly, but his resistance was rather weak. Even if he didn't believe such things about himself, he didn't want you to stop saying them. So he wasn't fighting it too hard.
"Hush, yes you are." You smooched his cheek, and pulled his head into your chest. "You're precious and sweet and such a gentleman-"
He buried his blushing face into your chest.
Oh Hylia, you'd be the death of him.
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@trippygalaxy AHDHWHAIEKWNMAKABS AHHHHHHHHHHGH
god i love this
you’ve blessed me again
i was having a bad day. way better now.
Chapter 4 - part 1 from my comic Zelda the sacred realm
Link and Time walk towards the top of Death Mountain...
Thank you always for your support, I hope you like the new update!
<-Previous Next-> (Stay tuned, it's coming soon)
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nanananana your art is so scrumptious and you’re telling me you made it on a phone???
You mean to tell me
All these pretty drawings you made
WERE CONCEIVED ON A PHONE?????!!!!
WHATTTT??????!!!!!
THESE ARE AMAZING!!
y-yes? Every single art thing I have ever done or posted
has all been on my phone
every single one. Even the comic stuff is all done on my phone
But aww thank you!!!! 🥺🥺
#like dude#chefs kiss my man#and that like#*i* could do that?#Bro that may change my whole view on digital art i’m kissing you
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WHAT????? DUDE THATS SO IMPRESSIVE
You mean to tell me
All these pretty drawings you made
WERE CONCEIVED ON A PHONE?????!!!!
WHATTTT??????!!!!!
THESE ARE AMAZING!!
y-yes? Every single art thing I have ever done or posted
has all been on my phone
every single one. Even the comic stuff is all done on my phone
But aww thank you!!!! 🥺🥺
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I DO obsessively read peoples tags when they rb my art
And, yes, I DO kick my little feets and giggle when I get compliments
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Made an Alt account for all my art and vents!
@ohmygodtherestrees
Follow, don’t follow, have a nice day/night!
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i feel you
I miss my wife, tails
#you’re so valid#it’s like how when you stop socializing and all of a sudden you can’t talk anymore#learned that lesson the hard way
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i love it when men have blood loss <3
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Some implied Thanatos/Zagreus (kinda??? Not really??? Ifk kahdkabd) BUT ALSO A HEADCANON!!
Since we see Zag portrayed with grey skin and a more natural skin tone in official art, i like to think that when the Prince stays up on the surface for long periods of time his grey skin melts away under the sun to reveal a much vibrant tone!
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Covering BOTW!Link in kisses pretty please (> <)
Yeah, I can do that!
I made this surprisingly angsty (though if you’re not new around here that may be less shocking) so be warned.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
For someone with such an utterly distinct lack of memory, Wild often found himself drowning within them. Fleeting snippets of vision or audio cut in and out, warped and distorted beyond anything he can truly grasp at. One second he’d be laughing alongside his brothers, but when his eyes blinked he’d be a century in the last. Oftentimes after the phantom arms of his previous life embraced him, he felt less than who he was before. his smiles dulled and heart weighed down. As if knowing more about who he was then made him less of who he was now. As if the two sentiences couldn’t coexist.
It was a quiet night, humid with the onset of summer. The fireflies —lightning bugs as Twilight called them— dancing lofty paths amidst the air. Sat side by side, the champion absorbed the fable. At first it seemed rather childish, the idea of two wolves within oneself fighting to make the forefront. But the longer he went on the more it resonated. The mental image as one sneers and snaps, barring its ugly teeth in unwavering violent truth. All while the other dodges and uses the violent’s strength against itself, all while denying its own violent nature.
Allegorically it was good versus bad, overindulgence against suppression. The idea that to overindulge, to snap, to be reckless would lead to being taken advantage of. Wild knew why Twilight thought the story relevant to him. He knew that whenever he’d turn his back on his enemies to support that it wasn’t viewed as loyalty. He knew that there was lots to lose, and they couldn’t afford another injury. He knew Twi didn’t want to see him fall into a similar circumstance. But he knew he couldn’t afford to fail again. He couldn’t fall short. He can’t lose someone close again.
Where externally he was viewed as the former, he internally found himself in the latter of cases. He fought the battle between the whispers of the others in contrast to his own thoughts of himself. Left with the residual pressure to be nothing short of perfect, to be The Hero of Time, to be worthy of the title and the land and the fate and the soul. The yearning to simply live and be without the burden of his own guilt, to be Link, to be your lover and accept the love without feeling indebted.
He didn’t realise Twilight had left.
His head swims and he feels clammy as he curls up, deciding aimlessly that it’s time to sleep. His feet lead him inside his house and he can hardly even stumble up the loft. Someone else can sort dinner.
Any sense of sensibility is muddled and mixed. Time does not matter, nor the relevancy if his mind.
He stares back at the shards of his past life, his chipped reflection in each mirror, and can’t help but wonder who he’d be if he were just Link.
Or would he be even anything at all if not a hero?
What was it that he truly was?
Mipha had written that he was a rather rowdy child, eager to take on the world with nothing more than a stick in hand. Then, he held no care for being proper. Wide grin and leaves in his hair, he was happy. Perhaps that was the most of himself he could ever be. Perhaps that was the reason he finds himself wandering aimlessly now. Perhaps that is his nature.
The records of many soldiers he fought alongside depicted him as the prime standard of the military. Those days were cold, and he just remembered how much he hurt. The ache of every muscle and bruise, every drill, every spar, every battle, every day spent alive that was spent suffering. His ability to cut down any monster or man with any weapon. His instinct and ability to hurt was primed until he now questions if that little boy who splashed around in rivers and threw handfuls of mud had retreated into the cold hands of death. The soldiers’ mirage of him is idyllic, but holds distressingly true to his own memory.
Perhaps that is why his mind is clear and quiet with weapon in hand and a body beneath his feet.
He dreams of musty stables and bare campgrounds, both places the since passed versions of himself would’ve spent a night at. The smell of dirt and dust is accompanied by the crackle of a fire as drunken men sing out of tune.
The littlest curled up as his teeth chattered, the chipped tooth whistling as he exhaled. A warm hand settles on his shoulders as his father drapes another thin blanket over him. He does not yet know this means his father will go without warmth.
The soldier tossing and turning, unable to relax even long enough to sleep. He too his tormented by the potential of falling. He does not yet know what’s to come. He does not yet know there’s nothing to be done.
The scene shifts and he is at the castle. It’s his first time and his eyes shine as he follows his father closely, following hot on his feet with a giddy grin.
It is his home. His work. His life. He follows the princess closely, just far enough to not make himself overbearing. He does not smile. He does not frown. He does not fail.
The colours fade and mix and blur, the dreamscape shifting oncemore. It’s raining. It pitters across his shoulders as he kicks up the puddles, scaring the stray cuccos from the stable not too far away. His father fusses over the sword he’d found, and he can hardly muster the strength to swing it against the base of the apple tree. He results in climbing up the twisted limbs, collecting extra ripe apples to ease his father’s worries. The wet bark gives no grip to his feet and he falls to the ground, winded next to the funny blue sword. It glints and chirps and when he catches his breath he laughs back.
It’s storming. The grass smells wet and irony. The bloody mud cakes his boots as his foot falls brace against the ground. His arms lock as he flings his shield to the side, the guardian falling to disrepair. His shield lay broken. He can see his strained face in the dirty reflection. He doesn’t like the man staring back. The rain pelts across his back and the lightning shakes the ground. His muffled ears pick up Zelda’s distress as another guardian climbs up the mound of soul. He draws his sword. He didn’t even know if it were possible to deflect a guardian laser with a blade. But he can’t fail now. Not after everything. A flash of blue light overtakes his vision as his limbs slacken.
He shoots awake with a familiar tightness in his chest, his scars itching and burning. He writhes beneath his own skin as he kicks the covers off, the cold air seizing him. His lungs struggle to draw breath as he wheezes. His vision tunnels and it feels as if he’s dying again.
Why can’t it just be over.
When will he finally be enough— if not for the sake of the world then to at least save himself?
Or maybe he doesn’t deserve to be saved. He couldn’t save all those innocent people. Castle town, Deya, Lon Lon? Who was he to demand he was worth saving?
He hacks and coughs before even trying to look at his surroundings. Through the mixed screaming within his mind he gathers a few realisations. He’s alive. He’s home. You’re curled up beside him, reaching for his warmth. His hands tremble as they reach towards his uneven hairline, grabbing a fistful and tugging. The pain stings, he feels more than awake as his heart races.
“Mm- Link?” You mumbled against his side, awoken by the cold lack of covers. Guilt fills his throat again until he can’t breathe. He’s supposed to help you, to love you, to be of use. Not be such a burden. But here he is again, making it about him. Making your life worse and demanding comfort like a child.
“Heyheyhey- It’s ok, you’re safe” Your voice was as soft and gentle as your touch as you cradled his cheek. He didn’t even realise he was crying. Why was he crying? Who’d want a hero who cries like a coward in the face of a danger that isn’t even real? You collect his hands together, loosening his grip from his hair and running your thumbs across his knuckles. His head stirs as you speak, and he can’t make out anything of what you are saying. His ears ring, more than usual, drowning out any sound.
“Breathe with me, ok?” He nods weakly after you repeat yourself for the third or fourth time. He tries his best, his ribs shuddering before he could fully breathe in, but no longer deprived of oxygen, his head stops swimming as much.
It’s a while of sitting there, hands in your lap as you calm him down in whatever way he quietly requests. It’s so odd. Being raised to serve and to give and being taught through experience that your worth lies in your deeds… to suddenly being the one catered to. It still feels as if asking to be loved is forbidden. That his purpose comes before all requirement and survival. Somedays it still feels like death would come before he would be comfortable. But it took many long nights and longer days spent having uncomfortable conversations before he realised he still had a chance, only if he chose to make one for himself.
At some point he lets himself settle. He sinks into the now cool mattress as you stare into his eyes. He feels a flicker of shame before your hands are back on his jaw and you're pressing light kisses to his skin. Both temples, forehead, each freckle on the apple of his cheeks, crooked nose, the tip of his burn scar, the cut in his chin. You pull back for a moment to admire what you’ve made of him through the years. He smiles, lopsided and as giddy as he was in childhood. You press an eager kiss to his lips, giggling throughout.
He may be lost within the maze of his own mind, a man held hostage to himself, but despite being a failure by his own previous standards, it doesn’t matter so long as he’s enough for you.
#firreplies#linked universe#legend of zelda#linkeduniverse#link x reader#linked universe x reader#link x you#x reader#lu wildxreader#lu wild#yes i got inspo for his panic attack by my own#no i’m not ok#yes they do hurt#no i’m not in therapy#do any of you read these?#if you do you get a gold star#⭐️
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I have once again rediscovered the joy that is reading fan fics
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Tw: yandere mention, traumatized link
Rough quick sketch of totk link, wanted to get something out since I literally sat down for two hours trying to draw SOMETHING
Also-- was thinking about an AU where Link and Ganondorf are fed the memories of their past ancestors, the previous battles they've fought, how they've been reborn for thousands of years, fighting unending wars until the demon king within Ganondorf perished with the gerudo kings body.
How yn kidnapped Ganon instead of the witches, or just torturing them and eating them alive. Something like that is.
Anyways Tears has to be so fuckin depressed man, he's fought for so much and lost a great amount. Friends, family, Zelda MULTIPLE times, he definitely cries every night jesus-
The way he doesn't speak to anyone about it, just bottles it up-
In my own Lu au he steps from the group and walks pretty far during the night, and cries and thrashes against the ground and trees until he's weak enough that he can't even stand. He's tired, blood rushing through his veins, heart pounding.
His yandere tendacies would build so quick, first he'd become so protective of you, so afraid to lose you. And if you can show that you indeed CAN fight for yourself, he'd be less worried when you wonder off from the group to go bathe in a lake a decent distance away.
He watches sometimes btw.
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wishing you the best, please take care and hope you take all the time you need 🫶
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I love the little community on my page. So to the people who always like first on my posts, my friends and to the lurkers, I love you all very much!
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