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Ravio and Legend have agreed to show you their tan lines.🩷🐰💜

From a silly lil conversation with @gia-d

You may think Ravio has no tan lines. Well. Actually. His finger tips are pretty tanned. (Depending on whether he wears his hood or not, his face may also be tanned).

Legend has many tan lines on his fingers for wearing too many rings. (And Ravio’s bracelet on his wrist, ofc). — @gia-d spotted this. The fact has been hiding in plain sight. We are not talking about this enough.

Thank you, Ravio and Legend, for showing your tan lines.

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I have a watch tan. I can testify to how funny this looks. ⬇️

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Good news — the elderberries I planted finally bore fruit.

Bad news — the birds got to them all.

Honestly, I’m not even surprised. I did think about bagging the unripe ones, but then I thought, “Why bother?” I can always just buy some if I really want them. I’ve never had to worry about where my next meal’s coming from — those birds, on the other hand, are just trying to survive. So yeah, I decided I’m never bagging any of my fruit again.

Now my little yard is basically a bird café. There are always birds fluttering around, and even a couple of Japanese white-eyes have made nests in the trees. It’s actually kind of soothing to watch.

The only thing I wish I didn’t have to deal with? The clingy little troublemakers from my elderly cat-lady neighbor’s house. I just want them to stop using my herb planters as litter boxes. I’ve already lost a pot of sage and another of marshmallow to cat poop. I did mention it to the old lady, but she insisted it was my own cat doing it — which is impossible, since mine never go outside unsupervised. And I’ve literally seen her cats in my garden.

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since I've seen some love over your nightmare art series, i just wanted to join in and say that i love it very much as well <3 your drawings are so cute in general, i especially love the way you draw the toon links (wind & four) <3

Oh, thank you! I'm really happy to receive such kind feedback—especially from someone with such an adorable art style!

I truly love your drawing style as well.

It always brings a smile to my face,The way you use colors and your linework really make your art stand out.

I especially enjoy seeing your drawings of Wind and Warriors—they're so charming!

Every time I see them, they genuinely lift my mood.

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笑死我們這群追著時之勇者哭著喊媽的人都是同一波媽寶。

我是媽寶，男媽媽世界瑰寶，媽媽我愛你。

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Honestly, if someone hadn’t messaged me about it, I wouldn’t have known anything had happened at all—

and even now, I still only understand half of it.

I won’t comment on something when I don’t know the full picture,

and I don’t plan on spending the mental energy trying to figure it all out either—

I'd rather not make myself upset over it.

Thank you to the friends who reached out,

but I don’t feel affected at all @@

My broken English means I only have enough energy to read the things I actually like.

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😌I really, really like this little guy.

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I have a habit when it comes to reading fanfiction—hoarding.

Like a dragon guarding its treasure, I stockpile a massive amount of stories.

Then I wait for a day when I can truly unwind, free from work or responsibilities,

and I spend it all in bed or in a rocking chair, reading them one after another.

Honestly, it’s incredibly satisfying.

Just once a week is enough to recharge my energy for the entire seven days ahead.

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Mask: Hey Link! Look at this huge frog I caught in the swamp over there! (holds up a giant toad and shoves it toward Warriors’ nose)

Warriors: No, Mask, that's a toad. It's poisonous. You need to put it back where you found it.

(The toad suddenly leaps, limbs splayed, and sticks to Warriors’ face. He lets out a bloodcurdling scream and flails his arms while shaking his head wildly.)

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Wild: Hey old man! Look at these pretty black beetles I caught on that clearing just now! I wanna see how they taste!

Time: No no no, those are dung beetles, Wild. You need to put them back!

(The dung beetles spread their wings and one lands on Time’s nose. Time starts flailing his arms and shaking his head.)

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I can finally understand why my guardian deity, Brigid, once advised me to stop working as a diviner and healer of soul traumas. When someone is overly sensitive to others’ emotions and possesses an overabundance of empathy, being a diviner becomes an incredibly draining job.

I mean, if you’re the kind of person who cries when you see a fallen baby bird on the roadside and its parent bird crying helplessly nearby, then being a diviner is going to be extremely hard.

Ordinary readings are one thing. The problems people bring to modern-day divinations—career, studies, romance—are relatively minor, at least in my experience.

But when I was doing soul-healing work, I would often see some truly horrible images.

Children thrown off carriages by their own families during plagues out of fear they were infected.

Destitute men who couldn’t endure poverty and hanged themselves with their children.

Soldiers who accidentally killed their comrades during war.

Even if I saw them only once, the images and the intense emotions of the people involved would replay in my mind without warning.

It was just too painful.

I knew those emotions weren’t mine, but the awful feelings lingered regardless.

Even now, just remembering some of those scenes brings me to tears.

It’s been over two years since I stopped taking on that kind of work, and I feel much better now.

Though I’ve lost a source of income, my mind and body are healthier.

I don’t think I’ll ever go back to doing soul-healing again—because now, I feel like the one who needs healing.

It’s been two years, and I still haven’t fully recovered.

Most importantly, this is nothing like creating literary works.

When I’m creating, I do pour my emotions into the characters, and I might feel joy or sorrow with them—but it’s temporary.

You know it’s a fictional story. Even if you empathize, it’s fleeting.

In fact, I enjoy those emotional interactions.

But when I see those images during a soul healing, deep down I know they were real.

They truly happened.

They’re remnants of disasters that once happened to real people in the past.

And that makes it feel entirely different.

—Just letting off some steam. You can take it as me rambling nonsense.

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Nightmares

Surprising myself, I've not only writen something, I actually post it out here in the wild.

Anyways, this is inspired by the series Nightmare by @fattorimunin. Hope you like it.

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I know it took me while, but I finally published the story based on your Nightmare series. Here's the link, but please, do tell me if you cannot read it since it's meant to be for you more than anyone else.

Thank you so much for sharing this with me—I finally got the chance to read it, and I absolutely loved it. You captured the atmosphere and emotions so well, and it means a lot to me that you took the time to turn my comic into such a beautiful story.

It’s such a special feeling to see my work inspire someone else’s creativity. Truly, thank you. I’m really honored. 🥰

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Twilight opened his eyes and realized he was hanging from the top of an absurdly tall tree.

A chilly breeze swept past, and he felt the cold bite against his bare skin.

Very quickly, he realized the only fabric on his body was a pair of boxer briefs—with a rip down the seat.

They clung nervously to his thighs, barely holding on, as if one wrong move would send them sliding down his legs and take the last remnants of his dignity with them.

He hadn’t even fully processed the shock of waking up in a tree before another wave of panic hit him—he was seconds away from flashing the entire forest.

“WILD!”

He screamed from the depths of his soul, trying desperately to grab at the treacherous underwear—but his limbs were tightly wrapped around the branches and he couldn’t move an inch.

“WILD! What did you DO?!”

His furious cries echoed with a few desperate wolf-like howls, shaking the treetops and sending birds flapping into the sky.

“Pup? Is that you?”

Time’s voice came from below.

Twilight nervously looked down and saw his mentor standing there with an awkward expression, holding his pants and boots.

From farther away, laughter exploded—Legend and Wind had come running toward the commotion.

The moment they saw the half-naked man dangling in the tree, they instantly doubled over with laughter. Legend collapsed to the ground, slapping his thigh, and Twilight swore he saw a snot bubble come out of Wind’s nose.

“Sorry! I didn’t think we’d switch back so soon.”

Wild scratched his nose, sounding apologetic, but grinning way too hard to mean it.

“Your clothes were full of dog hair! I kept itching all over—I couldn’t take it anymore, so I took everything off.”

Twilight’s eye twitched.

“And why the hell did you climb that high?!”

His voice shot up an octave as he began carefully descending. Every movement made the unstable underwear slip just a bit more—completely untrustworthy.

“I got separated, okay? I had to climb up to get a better view to find you guys!”

Wild laughed awkwardly and rubbed his nose again, clearly knowing he was in deep trouble.

All the chaos could be traced back to the night before.

The forest was shrouded in thick mist.

Cool dampness drifted through the trees, laced with faint glimmers of fireflies.

Nine exhausted figures moved like ghosts, trudging along with barely enough energy to speak.

When they could no longer bear the weight of fatigue, they finally stumbled upon a lake deep in the woods.

By the lakeside was a broad patch of flat grass—perfect for setting up camp.

They lit a fire, set up a pot, and in no time, the smell of hot food lifted everyone’s spirits.

But something lurking in the dark clearly didn’t want them to enjoy their evening.

From across the lake, a black mist slowly rose.

A chill crept over the camp.

And then—a shadow emerged from the fog, gliding like a ghost, and charged straight toward their fire.

The first to react was Sky, who had been dozing off near the edge of camp.

Though he looked seconds away from collapsing, the moment the shadow neared, he sprang to his feet and drew the Master Sword in one clean motion.

The blade flashed—and the shadow was split in two.

No one saw clearly what it was.

It vanished as soon as it was struck, dissolving into the night like it had never existed.

None of them thought too much of it.

They had all seen ghosts before—this wasn’t anything new.

So they returned to their usual routine: guard shifts, meals, and sleep.

The night deepened. All seemed normal.

Until sometime during the second half of the night—

No one could say exactly when—everyone, without exception, fell into a deep, unnatural sleep.

Even Time, who had been standing watch, lost consciousness in an instant.

The next morning, Warriors was the first to wake.

And barely two minutes later, his scream split the peaceful dawn.

“AAAHHHH! MY HAIR! MY HAIR IS PINK!!”

He clutched his head, frantically tugging at the shockingly pink strands.

“Too loud… it’s still early…”

A groggy voice came from the next sleeping bag.

A figure identical to him sat up, rubbing his eyes—wearing Warriors’ beloved blue scarf.

Warriors froze.

“Who are you?! What’s your deal dressing up as me?!”

He lunged and pointed accusingly at the look-alike, who sat in the exact same type of bedroll, still blinking in confusion.

Before either could react further—

“SHUT UP! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU FIRST THING IN THE MORNING?!”

Hyrule stormed over, enraged—but his usually shy, gentle face now twisted with fury.

“Who the hell are YOU?! You think it’s funny pretending to be me?!”

None of this made sense. None of it felt real.

Warriors looked down.

Rough palms, thick knuckles, calloused fingers. Rings on several of them.

These weren’t his hands.

He bolted for his gear, rummaged through a bag, and yanked out a mirror.

Legend’s terrified face stared back at him.

He screamed so loudly that every bird within a mile probably took flight.

And all around the camp, the others began to wake.

Yelling. Accusations. Stumbling. Complete chaos.

“Wait, please, don’t take your pants off! Put them back on!”

“Sky” shouted, trying to stop “Twilight,” who was in the process of opening his waistband and peeking inside.

Meanwhile, “Wild” sat on the ground, head in hands, muttering,

“Gone… it’s all gone… it’s missing… everything’s missing…”

“EVERYONE CALM DOWN!”

Wind’s high, clear voice cut through the shouting.

He raised both arms to get their attention—but no one paid him any mind.

“I said: CALM. DOWN!”

He took a deep breath and roared across the lake.

Everyone froze.

There stood the youngest among them, frowning deeply, arms crossed like a furious little parent.

“Look. I get that everything’s a mess. But right now, we need to figure out who’s who—

—and then figure out how this happened. Screaming’s not going to fix anything.”

His voice, despite its youthful pitch, held an oddly firm calmness.

The group glanced at one another—and, reluctantly, began to settle down.

“Left to right. State your name. I’ll go first.”

He pointed at himself, cheeks puffed in frustration.

“I’m Time.”

—Of course. The oldest soul had landed in the youngest body.

“I’m Wild.”

“Twilight” raised his right hand, scratching wildly at his shoulder.

“Hyrule.”

The person curled by the extinguished fire mumbled in a haunted tone.

“Legend.”

“Hyrule” pursed his lips and continued staring at his hands like they were cursed artifacts.

Everyone turned to stare at the peacefully sleeping “Four.”

Then just as quickly, looked away in unspoken agreement.

“I’m Warriors.”

“Legend” dropped his mirror and grabbed another handful of shocking pink hair.

“Wind!”

“Warriors” twirled in place with delight, inspecting himself and giggling like a child.

“I’m Four.”

“Wild” frowned deeply, raising one hand while tugging on his own hair with the other.

Finally, they all looked toward “Sky,” standing in the center.

“I’m Twilight—Wild, stop putting your hand in my pants—no, I mean MY hand—why are you putting MY hand in MY pants?!”

Another round of shouting.

Apparently, Wind’s young face didn’t carry the same authority as Time’s usual deadpan glare.

It took a long while before the group finally sat down to think.

While the others tried to figure things out, two figures slipped away.

“I can’t take it anymore! This thing’s full of fur—it’s driving me insane!”

Wild scratched wildly at his neck.

“I swear, if I don’t take this off, I’m gonna jump in the lake.”

“Rancher wears that all the time… he’s probably used to it. Poor guy.”

Hyrule, wearing Time’s body, followed closely, scanning the woods for any signs of magic.

He was lucky—Time’s body was infused with familiar fairy magic. At least it didn’t feel foreign.

“Nope. I’m done.”

Wild stripped off the coat and shoes, tossing them aside and continuing in just his underwear.

Hyrule sighed and bent down to pick up the clothes Wild had thrown off, brushing off dirt as he spoke.

“You do realize that’s Twilight’s body, right? If he finds out you stripped it in the middle of the forest, I’m not taking your side.”

“He won’t mind! I’ve seen his body before—wait, no! That’s not what I meant—!”

“I don’t want to know.”

Hyrule said quickly, face red.

They wandered through the mist for less than ten minutes before realizing they were lost.

“You sure it’s this way?” Hyrule asked, brows furrowed.

“I think that weird fog came from this direction last night… anyway, I’ll climb and check.”

Wild didn’t wait—he scaled a tree like it was second nature, disappearing into the canopy.

Back at camp, Four—currently holding Sky’s soul—finally stirred.

“Mmm… huh?”

He sat up slowly, rubbing his head, blinking blearily.

He yawned, stretched, then paused. Something felt... off.

Everyone looked serious. He felt shorter.

On instinct, he reached for the Master Sword.

“Wait… this feels weird.”

He drew the blade.

A dark, burned-looking talisman was stuck to the flat of the blade.

“When did this get here…?” he whispered.

Without hesitation, he peeled it off.

A curl of black smoke drifted upward and vanished into the wind.

At that instant, the Master Sword pulsed with blue light—

Fi’s will flared outward like a ripple, and the wrong souls began to return to their rightful places.

High in the tree, Wild suddenly felt dizzy.

“Wait—waitwaitwait—AAAHHH!!”

In the blink of an eye, his consciousness was pulled out and slammed back into his own body.

Twilight’s soul snapped back into his own—leaving him very suddenly…

...shirtless.

Wearing only a pair of barely-clinging boxer briefs.

At the top of a very, very tall tree.

Hyrule, now back in his own body, stumbled and fell to the ground.

Time blinked—he had somehow “teleported” into the woods—looked up, and saw Twilight half-naked in the branches above.

Back at camp, everyone else had returned to normal.

Warriors was frantically checking his hair.

Legend clutched his chest, breathing deeply.

Four slowly stood and looked at Sky.

Sky rubbed his eyes.

“…What just happened?”

One moment he was holding the Master Sword, the next it was in Four’s hands—and he had no idea how.

Then, from far in the woods, a furious roar:

“WILD—!!”

Twilight’s voice thundered through the trees, shaking the forest and sending birds scattering.

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Young Link's pants are different between the N64 and 3DS versions.

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No matter how much I tidy up my desk, within a week it always gets so messy I can’t even see the surface anymore.😬

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Here are Dot, Hana, and Pot—our lovely button quails! 🐥💛

They may be tiny, but they’re incredibly hardworking. Every day, they lay two to three little eggs for our family.

Their eggs don’t go to waste—our dog and cat get a fresh quail egg mixed into their food every day, and I enjoy one from time to time as well. They’re small but packed with nutrients!

We’ve made their enclosure cozy and safe, with soft bedding, a ramp, a shelter, and easy access to food and water. They love to huddle in corners, dig in the wood shavings, or hide under the ramp like they’re plotting something.

These girls are spoiled, full of personality, and bring so much joy (and protein) to our everyday life.

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I usually draw chain's eyes strangely, but there's no good idea for Wind and Time🤔🤔

And... Legend? I like using red like a rabbit, but I need more different expression... I want to use 2 colors at least, so maybe Four is also counted for them(though switching eye colors with identities)