#such tp vibes there

[bluebelledmoon]

several years after the events of twilight princess, the great spirits inexplicably disappear. they vanish from their great springs, leaving the hylians, gorons, and zora confused and worried for their protectors.

the zora soon find abundant amounts of luminous stone within their walls, amounts unfathomable. they take it as a sign from their light spirit, lanayru, as a goodbye, and as a parting gift, still letting them know the spirits will always watch over them.

they begin to build up their domain with this new stone, and it looks beautiful. they keep the water flowing in the domain with multiple sources of running waterfalls, as it is the source of life for them.

With lanayrus spring empty, they decide to also build a new sanctuary from it, a place to remember and honor the light spirit lanayru. A place where the water would always run clean, a fresh source that would never run dry. a pristine sanctuary, one that would be a safe haven for the zora.

the pristine sanctum

[st-hedge]

To the temple in the woods

[uncharted-constellations]

I see your 'edgy' zelda adaption and raise u this

[mosaixe]

I love the art you made of twilight princess link making bread and cheese.

What other food do you think he can cook? Fried fish, yeto's soup? Pumpkin bread, honey cakes, jam? Tamales?

yes, yes, yes and yes! (thank you!!)

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Rusl awoke abruptly.

He wasn't entirely sure what had woken him, but something was definitely distinctly different.

Was Hana crying? No. But something was rumbling, a rhythmic sound that was loud and vibrated gently against him as it emitted from somewhere in the bed.

Rusl blinked his eyes open, scrunching his nose as fur tickled it.

Snoring. He was woken up by snoring.

Slowly, Rusl raised his head just a little to look at the bundle of fur snuggled between him and Uli. Link had been unable to turn back into a Hylian yesterday due to the sleet, which, based on the pitter patter on the roof, had likely continued into the early morning. Uli and Rusl had warmed him up and let him stay with them, neither parent felt comfortable just leaving him resting on the floor in front of the fire. Somehow, though, Link had taken far more space on the bed as a wolf than he ever had as a Hylian, and Rusl was nearly about to fall off the bed this morning.

Link snored again, a loud, ridiculous sound that might as well have been a bulbin battle cry. Biting the inside of his cheek, he glanced upward a little farther to see Uli already on her side, head propped in her hand, trying her absolute best not to burst out laughing.

"So this is the true curse of the shadows," Rusl surmised quietly.

Uli couldn't help the snort that erupted out of her, and she quickly descended into a fit of giggles.

[saturnwisteria]

As promised @lamialamia, I humbly present to you

How Those WW2 Boys Bounce

God-honouring, pious. These boys bounce on it in a way that is divinely ordained. God himself told them not only that it was okay, but encouraged

For the plot. These boys are responsible, dependable men. They bounce for the betterment of society, for the bearer of That Thang, and because they want to

Strong and silent type. Not all that different from the for the plot boys, but they cry while they do it and deny it later

I forgor ab the 10 image limit hold on

[handheldrope]

hooray

[thegoodmorningman]

Hope your Morning isn't a total "MESS". Happy Monday!

[reinedeslys-central]

"I think you should totally get in the back of my truck, actually," Leo says, linking pinkies with Jason. "What's the line? 'I can show you the world'?"

Jason stares down at where their fingers are curled together, peach on olive. He can't stop looking. "You don't have a truck."

Leo groans. "That was one time. I promise this one's legal. See?" He gently untangles their hands and slips behind the blue Chevy, returning with a slip of wrinkled paper that he triumphantly shoves in Jason's face.

LEO, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU BREAK MY CAR WHILE I'M IN IOWA I WILL HAUNT YOU TO THE END OF TIME.

Your loving cousin, Nyssa (P.S. You can take your boy for a ride. I'll allow it. There's blankets in the back (and please help yourself to the glovebox). Don't tell me.)

Jason's eyes travel down the sparkly purple pen, catching on the note at the bottom before flickering back up. There's something that aches in his chest at the words 'your boy'.

He's not sure what expression takes over his face, but Leo, for his part, sees him and immediately ducks his head down so he can read the paper too, frowning. Jason follows his eyes down to the same line as they widen and Leo turns a raging, glorious red before hastily re-crumpling the note and sticking it into one of the many pockets of his cargo pants.

He clears his throat awkwardly while inspecting the dying grass at their feet. It looks like it could be good grass if it ever rains again this month, nice and long and thick.

..Yeah, nevermind.

He takes his glasses off and cleans them in an attempt to - what, exactly? It's not like he's got the object permanence of a toddler. It's not like looking away will stop him from thinking about red-hot blushes and bouncing curls and sharp smiles and -

Leo claps once, calling Jason's attention back up to him and the pretty blush staining his freckled nose. He looks just as awkward, laughing bashfully.

"Well, that's just Nyssa. Uh, she probably wouldn't actually haunt me, she doesn't believe in ghosts - not, I mean, if you do -" his words trip over each other, diverting the original innuendo that was definitely just meant to tease Leo since Jason's never even met her, not to mention he's not his, finally ending with - "but as you can see, it's clearly perfectly legal. So."

Jason raises an eyebrow. "Somehow I doubt that." Leo groans. "Oh, come on, dude, live a little, why dontcha?" He sidles up to him again, draping a warm arm over his shoulders and drawing him over to the car doors. "I know, you know, your dad's in California, your mom's in Paris, and your sister's at a party."

Jason opens his mouth to protest again and -

"- and before you say that you have homework," Leo scoffs, "allow me to remind you that we did our homework together yesterday, and you're already done your math homework for tomorrow, because you're a nerd."

Jason closes his mouth. "It's a school night," he offers weakly.

"Yeah, and every minute you have us waste out here is another minute we're not in the car, ergo another minute we're wasting, on a school night." Leo steps around him and holds his hands out again, eventually latching on to Jason's wrists and tugging him closer so he can peer into his eyes.

Jason may or may not forget how to breathe.

"Are you tired? You don't look tired," Leo frowns. "If you really don't want to go, I won't force you, y'know."

Jason forces his lungs to expand, contract, expand, so he can blurt out, "No, I mean, you got me. I'll go."

Leo grins as bright as the setting sun and twists around, whooping. He not-so-gently pushes Jason towards the car door before jogging over to hop into the driver's seat.

It takes a while, once they're actually on the road and leaving their neighbourhoods behind, that Jason finally goes, "You know, I'm just as concerned with how legal this is as I am with the fact that you still haven't told me where we're going."

Leo glares at him through the mirror. "Hey, if I told you then it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?"

Jason hates surprises. "For all I know, you just kidnapped me for a surprise road trip to Toronto, and I didn't even pack my toothbrush."

Laughter bubbles out of the boy sitting at the wheel, quickly escalating into a full guffaw. "You're funny," Leo gasps, wiping away tears at a red light. "How did I not notice that you're funny?"

Jason's definitely never been told that he's funny. He might joke, sure, but being 'funny' is reserved for people like Percy, people like Leo or Cecil, who carry humour on them like sugar on a pastry, baked into their laughs and sprinkled over top with how clever they are.

No matter how hard Jason's tried, he's never been very clever.

Leo's still laughing, now more of a soft giggle as he pulls into the left lane to make a turn. He tries not to let it affect him.

"You should joke more often, dude. Bet all the girls would love that."

Jason looks outside at the trees and farms they're passing. Judging by the position of the sun, they're heading pretty much due south. There's nothing down south for them to be doing, though, especially not this late at night.

Skinny dipping, maybe. He wouldn't put it past Leo to suggest something like that and actually go through with it. But dragging him along? They barely know each other. What's a couple months on all the other people he knows?

"You wanna turn the radio on?" Leo says. Jason looks over to see him watching him with an odd smile. "Shotgun's choice, right? Don't worry, I won't judge. Even though I bet you listen to those 24-hour 'nature recordings' for fun and don't know what real music sounds like."

Jason rolls his eyes and plays with the dial until the 106.1 comes on. Leo groans. "Seriously? They keep playing, like, the same six artists over and over. Sure, Top 40's fine, but show a little variety, you know?"

He shrugs. It's like Leo said - he doesn't really know radio stations. His dad - when he deigns to drive the family places - is much more of a silence-of-doom, or failing that, an ominous-car-conversations person. "You put something on, then, if you're so set on it." He replies.

The warm light from the street plays over Leo's knuckles as he switches the wheel to one hand, blindly flailing the other one towards Jason until he hits the box behind the gear shift. "Pick a CD from here, whatever's fine. Eh, maybe not the Chopin or Metallica though. Might shift the vibe a bit too much."

Obligingly, Jason tugs at the black, faux-leather box until it comes open with a muffled thunk. Inside is a stack of CDs, spanning everything from Katy Perry to Vivaldi to Iron Maiden to Monsta X.

"Your cousin's got quite the music taste," he tosses out, rifling through the stack while giving periodic glances out the window to make sure they're not, like, five seconds away from a crash or something.

If there was anything Beryl Grace taught her kids, it was how to be a responsible passenger.

Almost on autopilot, Jason digs the pink-purple Teenage Dream CD out of the pile and then has to hastily shove the polaroids that spill out from underneath it back between the surrounding paper disc-sleeves (Mamma Mia!, he sees, and ..Heng:garæ? Whatever that means). That can't be safe for the discs, especially in a moving card, but then again who is he to judge. He doesn't even own any CDs.

They've fully left the town behind now, sailing down the open road with nothing but trees, farms, and the occasional streetlight in sight. He leans over and pops the disc into the CD drive, wondering again for the hundredth time where Leo's taking him.

Leo rolls to a stop at a four-way and watches him skip over the first two songs. "Whadya choose?"

Jason smiles. "Is now a good time to tell you I was born in Pasadena?"

The open bars of 'California Gurls' start to play, and Leo's warm, penny-brown eyes widen before he laughs, bright and a touch wild, incredulous.

It's weird. It's so weird. Maybe this is what his father meant when he said not to get any weird ideas in his head so close to finally reaching the decade-long goal of an Ivy League school. Maybe this is what his mother meant when she'd chastised him, saying hormonal teenagers got more impulsive with puberty and he should take care to keep listening to his parents, lest he lose everything he's worked so hard for.

If anyone else had tried this, he thinks, he wouldn't have said yes. He would have stayed at home, studied ahead for bond enthalpy and subjunctive Spanish, made tomorrow's lunch and cleaned his room. Adhering to routine. Acting - being normal.

You have to be normal, Jason. That's how they love you.

I will not tolerate an abnormal son.

Oh, Jason, it's like you just don't understand. What will people say? About you? About our family?

Leo isn't normal. Or maybe he is. Normal doesn't exist, when he's with Leo. He likes that about him.

He takes a risk and rolls the window down halfway so he can lean his head out and watch the sky, crisp wind tousling his hair. Leo smirks at him and switches the wheel to his right hand so he can roll his window down to match.

"Ten minutes," he says. "Look alive, buddy."

"There must be something in the water", Katy Perry croons.

also from 'burning like a glowing star', this valgrace fic I'm writing.

more stuff: Writing Directory

[sadnessisavegetable]

Hhhh Zant and Ghira (I legitimately do not have context, they could be watching just about anything: sunset, sunrise, ocean, kids going to college, monsters going to inflict chaos on each other, a car crash, neighbor drama, a train derailing, etc…)

[thoughtartistry]

If you wanna be spicey! 👻🎃

[smilesrobotlover]

Trying to write my love at twilight fic which isn’t even halfway done and my mind is already going rampant on a crazy idea for a sequel like SLOW DOWN!!!

[toastshark]

Post-TP oot Link design

I call this one "great grandpa haunting his descendant just a bit longer", based on an idea I had as a 14y old obsessed with TP (and still am)

Tried out the pencil brush :>

Anyways, some extra design/headcanon details:

Still got vines growing on him (though ever since post-TP they‘ve been flowering)

notes for the howling stone songs on the cloak (+ Saria‘s song inside)

Green tunic (but muted cuz it lost its color over time)

Fairies like to braid his hair and add flowers

There‘s white streaks in it

Wolf form still available, but it‘ll have a blue eye

Goes by Dawn if asked for a name

Eye still gone (there’a bunch more hcs involved with how that happened so I‘m not putting it here, feel free to ask)

can summon weapons (and other stuff) into his hands if needed; main weapon is the Great Fairy Sword

Loves Cow Milk, hates Goat Milk, and if there‘s one thing in Link he‘s disappointed of, it‘s that he prefers it the other way around

Got a seemingly infinite stash of Lon Lon Milk

Sometimes visits Impaz in the hidden village and helps her out (more hc stuff based on the last howling stone being there + there‘s Sheikah connections to those + it‘s old Kakariko)

Listen, in my mind there‘s just no way the guy probably having trauma from sleeping in the Sacred Realm for 7 years would wanna do that again for a Billion. So here, he redocated the Aether with some forests to sleep under trees if he feels like taking a nap, a short cut to the SR to hang out with loved ones over there, and otherwise just does his own thing

Sometimes the voice of the TP Hyrule Field Night theme is joined by an Ocarina

Also, the back side of the hair:

14y old me was lowkey cooking ngl

Constructive criticism is appreciated :)

[baiuzensenn]

When I was bored and delusional enough I stuck in my sebchal brain rot.

Something like Seb would become the TP of RBR and sign Charlie from Ferrari one day…

And imagine they fucked naaaasty in the garage, with Charles gasped and whispered to Seb’s ear:​ “Am I your no.1 driver? Teach me. Teach me how to be a good driver.”

[koishua]

first started writing for nct when this place was infested with neozens and then started writing for enha during given-taken when there were barely any engene writers at all and now its the total opposite lmao i find that actually hilarious 😭😭

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Birdsong fills the air, a warm but pleasant breeze caressing Rusl’s face as he sits on the front stairs of his home. The scent of biscuits wafts out from the open door as Uli cooks, humming cheerily. Hana is with Colin, who is showing her all the frogs along the river while Link rests on his belly in the grass, watching Sera’s cat stalk some prey.

Rusl finds peace in little moments like this. He rubs his knuckles mindlessly, numbing out the sting from little cuts he acquired while working on a sword today. He smiles as he sees a wisp of straw in the boy’s hair, a dead giveaway that Link laid around at the ranch between chores to spend time with the goats. Hana is squealing excitedly while Colin holds a little frog in his hand, both equally thrilled with their find. The entire day is a welcome reprieve.

Rusl leans his head back, smiling up at the sky, thanking Ordona for protecting them, thanking Farore for making this beautiful land and his beautiful family.

It’s good to be home.