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in the kindest way possible, where is your fic, the missing link 2.0? i wanted to reread it but i cant seem to find it anywhere

Anon I DIDN’T THINK ANYONE WOULD NOTICE! I was doing an ao3 clear out (new year, new me) and figured it was never going to be finished so deleted it. I’m planning on merging the original and that one when/if I get round to it.

Feel free to DM me and I can send you the Google doc of 2.0! Honestly so nice to hear people are still reading that so thank you 💜

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A gift for @zartophski

Words: 4,363 Rating: Gen Characters: Twilight, Warriors, Sky Summary:

“Aha!” Twilight triumphed. “We knew you weren’t taking a break!” “Why does it matter to you, Rancher?” “I could always get Time,” Twilight suggested. “I’m sure he’d be more than willing to give a long lecture on the importance of taking a break.” Warriors glared. “And disturb a rare afternoon with his wife? I don’t think you would dare.” He was right, of course. Twilight would rather feed himself to a Likelike than interrupt Time and Malon’s afternoon.

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New housemates come with new house rules.

At least Fluffle and Sheerow are getting along.

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I love your Lost Prince AU so much!! Do you have any snippets to share? :)

Hi Anon! I'm so glad you like my Lost Prince AU!! I'm afraid I haven't had nearly enough time or motivation to write much over the past few months and that AU seems to be fading into the background. I might get back to it one day but I wouldn't get your hopes up. Instead have an extra long snippet from the next chapter of A Dark Horizon that's been sitting in my drafts for a million years. I hope it does a little to make up for it!

He ran his fingers over it curiously to find that it was, in fact, made of real animal fur, and on further inspection a pelt of some kind, not unlike those some Ordonians wore. Usually, they were made from rabbit fur, or, less commonly… from wolf fur. Twilight pulled his hand back suddenly as if struck by static. He recognised it now, could smell it in the air, a scent that should not have been as familiar as it was.  Did someone see him last night? Had they somehow connected the dots? His heart pounded as he ran through what that meant, how the people of his village would hunt down wolves and wear their skins like trophies. He had worked himself into quite a panic before he saw the letter, a small piece of parchment gilded with the royal crest and folded once over. It held merely two short sentences, a piteous number of words considering the embellishments surrounding it. A gift from your brother. Beware the Crystal - Time Twilight’s first thought was relief. The pelt was from King Time, ill-thought out as he believed it was–-was it a joke? It seemed a little insensitive given last night’s harrowing experiences–-it meant there wasn’t some unknown stranger somewhere who knew his secret. His second thought was that Time had called him his ‘brother.’ Realistically he knew it was a fact, a strange one that he still hadn’t quite wrapped his head around, but to have it written on paper, for the king to truly see him in that way to an extent to sign his name as such, a small village rancher who would otherwise had lived and died in Ordon, was still baffling to him. He had never had a big brother and had always taken on that role with Colin and the other children in the village, but the idea of having someone be that for him was not a bad one.  His third thought brought a dry sort of smirk to his face. What would it mean, truly, to wear this pelt in public? It would be a statement in many ways–a statement of fashion, for wolf pelts were most certainly not in line with Hyrule’s eclectic, but distinguished, style; a statement of personality, for to wear this would be truly embracing his agricultural roots and would set himself apart from his brothers in a way the aristocrats of Hyrule wouldn’t be able to deny. Lastly, of course, and it was this thought that brought the smile to his face, it would be blaring last night's events in plain view. To Twilight, and his rather unusual sense of humour, it was an entertaining idea. So it was that he adorned his usual green tunic, the clasps altered to suit his simpler acclimations, and fit the pelt over the top. It was thick and bulky, and there was no denying it would make him noticeable, a prospect he had tried his best to avoid up until this point. It was not often that Twilight look at himself in mirrors; he had never been one to care particularly about the way he looked (something that prompted Ilia to tell him begrudgingly once, “you don’t care because you don’t have to. You manage to look good with your face smeared with goat dung; some of us have to actually try,” to which he blushed fiercely and hastily changed the subject), but he looked at himself now in the large, ornately framed looking-glass on his wall. The pelt gained him a sort of barbarian-esque look, and as he turned to look over his shoulder, he found that he liked it. He had tried so hard thus far to fit in, to mirror Castle Town’s expectations of how a prince ought to look, that he quite fancied this new, powerful, and considerably un-princely, style. Besides, the hood would keep him warm this Winter.

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Have a very unfinished fic I began for fun starring Four and Warriors

Four started it. 

Enemy defeated, worlds saved, the heroes were wandering Hyrule with weighted footsteps in unspoken suspense for that last portal that would send them their separate ways. 

Except time drew thin, the portal never came. By the time they reached the inn, they counted an entire month treading a land unfamiliar to all of them but Legend without clear purpose or direction. It was driving them all a bit insane.

So when Four slipped the innkeeper a small, rectangle piece of parchment from the top of a stack tied carefully in twine, Warriors latched onto it as a single, tiny mystery to be solved in a whirlwind of boredom.

“Can I see that?” he asked, eyeing the papers Four was hastily shoving back into his bag. The innkeeper slid his own under the bar after studying it with vague interest.

Four’s face grew red but he handed them over without further persuasion.

A neat border of repeating patterned inked swords framed the words:

Heroes for Hire Evil warlord got you down? Monsters driving you mad? We’re here to help. (Additional services include smithing, cooking, sailing, pot clearance and more)

“I just thought we could all do with a project or two. I think everyone’s been feeling a bit… lost these days.” Four rushed to explain.

The night before, Wild had used his fusion ability to attach a block of butter to one of his shields then slid around the camp on it for two hours. ‘Lost’ was probably an understatement. 

“You know what?” Warriors said cheerfully, handing the card back, “I think it’s a really good idea.”

Warriors had slipped over three times while getting ready that morning; Wild had turned their entire camp into an oily booby trap.

Fours face grew even redder.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! I think what we’re lacking is a sense of purpose, you know? We all miss our homes and this could give us a good distraction.”

They didn’t really talk about why they were still here all that much. None of them were the type to air the worries and concerns out in the open, but they all knew they were thinking the same thing. It was as if the Goddess had abandoned them here now they had fulfilled their usefulness. She couldn’t even be bothered to get them all back to where they belonged.

“How many people have you given these to?”

“Just that innkeeper,” Four said. “And one of the farmers we passed on the outskirts of the village.”

No sooner had he spoken those words than a young boy ran into the inn, eyes huge beneath windswept hair.

“Are you the heroes for hire?” he asked, his breath catching between words.

With an impressive swish of his scarf and a blinding smile, Warriors stood before him.

“Why yes, as a matter of fact, we are.”

“At your service,” Four added, if only to prevent Warriors from taking complete control over the idea that was Four’s in the first place.

“You gave my father your card earlier,” the boy said. “The Zora have flipped our sheep again. Dad said he’ll give you two blue Rupees if you give us a hand putting them right before it gets dark.”

“Did you say the sheep were flipped?” Four asked. Warriors elbowed him hard.

“We’re happy to help.”

“This isn’t really what I had in mind,” Four told Warriors as they strained to heave the third sheep onto its feet. “Why do Zora even do this, it seems very petty.”

“Legend said there’s been civil war between the Zora and Hylians for hundreds of years around here. It’s mostly died down now, but Hylians still fish in Zora territory so the Zora do things like turning sheep upside down to show their defiance.”

“Still, it’s not exactly the ‘evil warlords’ I was expecting”

“Patience, my small friend!” Warriors declared just as they managed to push the sheep onto its feet, “everyone must start somewhere and our business is only a few hours old after all. Small beginnings make for the best hero agencies, as they say.”

“You just made that up,” Four muttered dispassionately.

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Dawn pt. 6

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Apparently i have been shadow-banned. I don't know how since I've been inactive for MONTHS!! I can't access my messages and I think it ate several of my asks. The good thing is that it's only for my main.... the bad thing is i mostly messaged from main.

Ah well. Since being Shadow-banned makes your content somewhat invisible to your followers, I'm just going to sneak in and post some doodles.

What's the story behind the draw? I don't know. I just had a vision of it, and drew it. Is it angst? fluff? Crack? Honestly, who even cares? It's whatever you make of it. I just missed drawing Roolie.

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Happy halloween !!!👻👻👻 Majora's design was made by my very talented friend cruceria :D ty crucie!

i love spooky month so much!! i give u guys a bit of context this time, this is a scene from a roleplay hehe

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Recently got super into Linked Universe and decided to draw my fave boys. Might just end up drawing the whole Chain, who knows?

Linked Universe belongs to Jojo.

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downfall duo !

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Dawn pt. 5

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LU-tober Prompt Day 3: Ring

“Stop!”

Sky froze, one foot hovering over the ground mid-step. If there was one thing he knew it was that if one of the other heroes shouted a command, you followed it, as swiftly and proficiently as possible. It could save you from an arrow to the head or the otherwise inescapable blast of a hidden bomb.

This time, though, Sky could see no discernable threat in their vicinity, just peaceful, rolling fields and the smoke from their campfire on the crest of the hill trailing a lazy, arrow-straight line towards the sky. He looked at Hyrule curiously.

“What is it?”

Hyrule had turned beet red.

“Ah–sorry Sky, it’s just that you’re about to step on a fairy circle.”

Sky’s gaze drifted to the ground below his looming foot and, sure enough, there was a ring of tufted grass there interspersed with the occasional burgeoning grey mushroom.

He stepped back, lowering his foot to the ground a safe distance from the circle.

He was confused. Not about the fairy circle itself–he had heard the stories when he was young, about how fairies gathered in these little mushroom circles and how they contained magic unknown to mere Hylians–it was a common fairytale told to children in Skyloft. 

No, he was confused because Hyrule was perhaps the least superstitious person he knew (no doubt a result of the severe lack of companionship growing up. Sky supposed he had little in the way of stories and superstitions passed to him like he did).

“It’s funny how some myths transcend even the borders of our separate dimensions,” Sky muttered absentmindedly. “I was told those stories too when I was young.”

“They’re not just stories.” Hyrule no longer looked embarrassed; his brows arched in surprise. 

“So fairies really do gather in them?” Sky asked with a small smile. He was only half humouring him; who knew how things worked in Hyrule’s world, it was infinitely different to Skyloft.

Hyrule squinted and angled his head to the side.

“Not so much anymore. There aren’t enough fairies left in the world for them to be used as meeting points like they used to, but there is a tradition among the fae that you leave an offering in every fairy circle you pass.”

“Truly?” Sky asked, not entirely sure what to think.

Hyrule nodded and began searching through his leather satchel, digging deep until he found what he was looking for. He smiled and opened his fist for Sky to see. In his palm lay a miniscule bottle of blood-red potion, glass and stoppered with the smallest cork Sky had ever seen.

Sky shoots him an amused look.

“Do you always keep fairy-sized gear with you?”

“You never know when you might need it,” Hyrule smiled.

“The Veteran must be rubbing off on you.”

But as Hyrule continued to clamber up the hill, Sky looked back at the ring of mushrooms. He couldn’t help but imagine Hyrule travelling alone in his world leaving small pieces of his depressingly meagre worldly possessions in each fairy circle he passed.

When he turned to follow his friend, it was with a growing fondness in his heart.

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I am once again reminded of the “It’s The Hard Knock Life” song again Did someone have an itch for Warriors angst?? 

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I know I haven't posted anything for a while, life keeps getting in the way of my hobbies 😭, but here's a self-indulgent little oneshot about Time meeting Twilight again all those years later in TP.

The sun cast dappled rays through the treetops as he waited, a complicated mosaic that fell grey upon his golden fur. That feeling, the warmth of a sunbeam as it graced flesh, was so distant a memory he could barely touch upon it in his mind. He barely remembered how each warmth discerned from the next, how the warmth of a fire was different to that of lying in his partner’s arms. How the warmth of a summer’s day could be cloying, but a warm stew could be full of comfort.

He lay in wait like a real wolf might after spotting its prey, heart beating fast for an opportunity not to be missed. He had waited for this day a long, long time.

He lay still as the light turned golden and the shadows lengthened. If all had been well in Hyrule, the birds would have begun softening their song in anticipation of night. As it was, the air was silent–silent as his grave.

He didn’t even move when the figure emerged. He waited until it approached, confusion evident upon that face that was both exactly as he remembered and utterly different at the same time, written over a thousand times in his mind as he paged through the memory like a beloved book. 

The last time he had seen him had been so long ago. Had he always been that small? His shoulders so broad? Had he always worn that look of wide-eyed wonder, or had the journey to come taken that from him? 

He lay still until The Hero of Twilight was two strides from him, then he willed his stiff muscles to reanimate. He pounced into the other realm, taking his protege with him.

Trapped in his old form–the one he had rotted within, felt the flesh decay from bone, the worms burrow new homes–he watched the hero orient himself.

The Twilight he knew, the friend he knew, had a hardness about him despite the laughter he carried in his eyes. This hero lacked the hard shell that would protect him on his journey; he was like an exposed nerve, a tooth decayed just enough that worrying it was painful. 

This hero would not survive the coming journey, and it was his job to help him build armour so that he could. 

It was his job to protect him, so that someday he would join a young group of heroes who would tell stories around campfires, cheer as they fought battles alongside one another, become the closest of friends, and then, eventually, save the world.

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Dawn pt. 4

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