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My friend sent me this no context

I want what they have (tiktok handle says @dimitribeauchamp)

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Midnight flower

https://twitter.com/karasuki/status/1505853737117446147

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Daylight flower https://twitter.com/karasuki/status/1507824221023776768

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Artist: タバコ

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Wow 🤩

どうかこのまま

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Love this idea.

Concept of an Yiga Sheik (…Yig?). I tried to paint once again, but I learn art as I cook: I read the ingredients but not the process. 8) I’m also trying to make more dynamic drawings as my usual style is quite stiff.

If you want to support me:

- Commissions are open!

- Buy something from my Redbubble store

- Buy me a coffee

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🥺🥺

Mipha’s Diary

This has been on my mind for like, a week now. I’m glad I finally got to draw it.

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zelink month 2018. 3rd week. “the passion of friendship”

I know we are at the 4th week now but hush..

Link showing Zelda you dont need a fishing rod to fish, which Zelda didnt doubt but he likes to show off

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Happy Lunar New Year! a late drawing, but i couldn’t think of something ox themed

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Cuuuute 😍😍

“Yes.”

“May I ask… do you really remember me?”

It’s finally finished! I made Link a little taller than he should be for the sake of composition and so you could see Zelda’s face better… yay, artistic license! Speedpaint video under the cut. :D

WIP 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

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Ridiculous. I LOVE that this is continuing!! You guys are the best @embyrinitalics @intangiblyyourswrites

Adoring Fans

Read the previous thread here, or visit #Adoring Fans if you’re feeling bold 😎

Waltzing in at precisely 10AM would look desperate, and Link has more dignity than that.

So he’s sitting in the parking lot in his car instead, trying to calculate how long he should wait—and never mind that he was supposed to be in hair and makeup an hour ago. But whenever he starts feeling slightly guilty he reminds himself that he’s never taken a sick day in his life, and he doesn’t think he’ll last the weekend without getting this latest snafu sorted out.

He makes it until 10:04.

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So sweet!

Happy Valentine’s Day, everybody! This story is a botw fic with AoC elements (no major spoilers for AoC).

Zelda stared at the notebook in front of her and tapped her pen against her lips, her face torn into a frown. Turning the next page and the page after that, her frown deepened into a grimace. She was running out of pages.

And that meant she was running out of options.

Read ‘It’s in his kiss’

Thank you so much @zeldasthicceyebrows​ for editing this for me!

Reblog, if you like it!

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Squee! There’s more!

Zelink, modern celebrity au?

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His launch over the counter had been about 30% survival instinct, 65% stunt training, and less than 1% actual, logical thought.

All the baristas had screamed, and half the mob swarmed inside the Starbucks after him while he cowered on the floor beneath the espresso machine, and then security swarmed in after them, trying to get control of the building.

The pretty blonde he had nearly plowed into on his way over the bar put her back to the counter and slid to the ground beside him, as breathless as he was, and when she glanced at him—his disheveled hair, crooked tie, torn lapel—all he could think to do was put on his best smirk and say, “Hi.”

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May this continue on!

Zelink, modern celebrity au?

Adoring Fans

His launch over the counter had been about 30% survival instinct, 65% stunt training, and less than 1% actual, logical thought.

All the baristas had screamed, and half the mob swarmed inside the Starbucks after him while he cowered on the floor beneath the espresso machine, and then security swarmed in after them, trying to get control of the building.

The pretty blonde he had nearly plowed into on his way over the bar put her back to the counter and slid to the ground beside him, as breathless as he was, and when she glanced at him—his disheveled hair, crooked tie, torn lapel—all he could think to do was put on his best smirk and say, “Hi.”

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Love this!

Okay, how about this—

Zelink, early 2000s high school AU

Hello, Moto

The only thing that could possibly have made Zelda Bosphoramus, who was already perfect in every measurable sense, even more perfect, was the sleek, ultra-thin Motorola Razr opening in her palm in all its futuristic glory with an easy flick of her thumb.

And of course she had one, because everything she did was perfect, and unlike him she hadn’t blown all her money on something ridiculous, like a Nintendo, because she didn’t have the priorities of a ten-year-old and knew the social suicide that would accompany the words, I don’t have a cell phone.

He chucked his DS in his locker, slammed it shut, and then slammed his forehead against it, feeling sorry for himself—until a sudden tap on his shoulder turned him around as the bell rang, and there she was, stuffing a slip of paper into his hand with a wink before she disappeared down the hall, and when he got over his shock and unraveled it, the oddly formatted numbers made his heart skip a beat:

A list of friend codes.