#tp ilia

[kikker-oma]

Sketch request 5 of 5, this one for @ordonianhero who requested Wars embarrassing Twilight in front of Ilia!

[author-main]

Lost my mind, drew some portraits, forgive me

ko-fi here (commissions open)

[sidonisms]

The Goonies of Ordon Village

[emissary-of-the-moon]

Moon yaps about silly little nothings in their au:

Sky can not remember faces. He has met Wild multiple times. It’s a struggle every time regardless.

Twilight has an old pick-up that's lovingly called 'shit box' (it's running on hopes and dreams).

Ilia has a cream/white sedan that Twilight calls 'dust bucket' (Ordon is very gravely).

Legend love/hates autumn. He'll say that he hates it, but he really enjoys apple harvest time.

Wind will drag Wars to family parties (Wars doesn't think he should go, Aryll and Grandma insist he come as well).

Linkle has broken into Wild's house multiple times (he still doesn't know how she got a key).

Wars buys Proxi little cat sweaters.

Legend visits Styla in Hytopia on a semi-regular basis (they gossip together, and he helps get her out of her duties for a day).

Four is really good at fighting games. Everyone has tried to beat him at one point and failed, Rune is the only one that can give him a run for his money.

Fable is a very big horror game fan. She has had many victims to her ramblings/rants.

[link-is-a-dork]

[skyward-floored]

Twilight Princess - oneshot

Crossposting some more oneshots from ao3, here’s the tp one :)

Ilia is one of those characters I feel like people love ignoring, which is a pity because I really feel like she has a lot of potential. I don’t know that tp did the best job with her, but I still like her a fair amount. Think I’m in the minority there though XD

Ao3 link

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Ilia woke up in the dead of night with a soft gasp, her heart racing.

The small scar on her back was aching, and she took a steady breath, banishing the images her mind had conjured up while she was asleep of monsters and claws grasping and dragging her away.

She was fine. She was home, in her bed, her father asleep in the other room. There were no monsters around except the ones in her head, she was absolutely fine, and dear Ordona her heart just wouldn’t stop racing.

She huffed in annoyance at herself. Obviously falling asleep wouldn’t be happening again anytime soon.

She needed to get out and clear her head.

Making only a little effort to be quiet as she slipped out of the house (her father slept like a rock), she wandered down the path through the village, the dirt cool under her bare feet.

She paused and took a deep breath of the clear air, listening to the nighttime sounds she was so familiar with. She’d missed Ordon, after all that time in Kakariko. The other village was nice of course, but it’s dusty streets didn’t hold a candle to the rolling hills of her home village, full of trees and animals of all sorts.

It was quiet and peaceful, and Ilia finally felt her heart slow from its frantic pace as she heard an owl hoot in the distance.

She continued to walk, not really paying attention to where she was going, and found herself wandering in the direction of Link’s house. Looking a bit longingly up the path, she tried to get a glimpse of his treehouse, but the hills blocked it from her view.

He was finally back from another mission or something with the Resistance, and had been for about a week, but Ilia had barely seen him. He’d been spending nearly all of his time on the ranch, and when he wasn’t doing that he ran errands and took up any job that needed doing, before going straight back to his house at night.

The thought to go and see if he was awake crossed Ilia’s mind, but she shook it off. She didn’t want to bother him, and there was little hope Link was awake at this time of night. And even if he wasn’t... he probably didn’t want to see her anyways.

It felt like he’d been avoiding her.

Ilia huffed out a sigh and sat down by Sera’s shop, looking up at the moon. She wasn’t here to think about Link, she was here to clear her head, that was all. She wasn’t going to go bother him and demand answers in the middle of the night, that would be ridiculous, and she was feeling calmer now anyways.

She took a deep breath, and let out a yawn, finally feeling sleepy again.

And then the night was rent with a fearsome snarling screech.

Ilia jumped in her seat as her heart kicked back into overdrive, then bolted in the direction of the noise despite her instincts yelling at her to run the other way. A sound like that meant trouble, but she knew it hadn’t been loud enough to wake up anyone inside.

So she ran on, up the path towards the woods, directly towards Link’s house and—

Epona.

She skidded into Link’s front yard, mind conjuring up all sorts of images of his horse lying dead on the ground and Link in despair, but that was not the sight that met her at all.

Rather, a large lizard-like monster bleeding out on the ground, with a wolf standing next to it, muzzle stained with blood and panting heavily.

Ilia gasped, momentarily frozen at the sight in front of her.

But then her brain reminded her that Epona might still be in peril, and she grabbed a wooden training sword leaning against a tree, stepping forward and facing the beast.

“Hey! You, get out of here!” she shouted at the wolf, rapping the stick on the ground. “Link wake up! There’s a wolf out here!”

The animal immediately turned towards her, blue eyes almost glowing in the moonlight. It seemed startled at her appearance, and was still panting, tongue lolling a bit as it stared. When she took a small step towards it it whined, and immediately backed away.

Then yelped as its paw gave out from under it.

Ilia frowned, and took another small step forward, stick still in hand. The wolf struggled to regain its footing, and Ilia saw blood on its foreleg as it attempted to get away, only making it a few steps before collapsing again.

Ilia sighed.

“Well. Looks like you’re in no shape to get much of anything tonight then, are you,” she said as she drew closer to its side. She gave the monster a small poke. “This guy more trouble than he seemed, huh?”

The wolf only let out a quiet pant, eyes following the stick she still held.

Epona let out a distressed sounding nicker from a short distance away, and Ilia glanced up at the treehouse, noting the dark windows.

How on earth hadn’t Link heard anything?

The wolf blinked at her, watching her glance up at Link’s house, then tried one more time to get to its feet and escape.

It couldn’t even get all the way up before collapsing.

Ilia sighed as she watched it struggle. She knew what an injury like that meant for a wolf, and though the beasts were technically pests, she couldn’t help but feel bad for it.

“Normally I’d just chase you out and let you on your way,” she said apologetically, feeling a bit silly for talking to a wolf, “but a leg like that won’t heal on its own, and honestly even if it did you’d probably be lame the rest of your life. Plus you might come back for the goats...”

She sighed again.

“Now the question is what to do...” she muttered. “It’d make the most sense to wake Link, but he hates killing anything.” The wolf let out an honestly pitiful whine, and Ilia gave it a sympathetic look. Poor thing. “Or maybe I’ll just get Rusl. He’ll want to know about a monster getting this close to the village anyways.”

The wolf’s eyes went wide at that, almost as if it understood her, and it tried again to get to its feet, weakly scrabbling as it tried to drag itself away.

“I know, I’m sorry. We’ll put you out of your misery soon, critter,” Ilia apologized. “Keep an eye on him, Epona,” she directed to the mare, then began to walk back towards the village, not too worried about turning her back on the injured beast.

She only made it a few steps when an attentive bark came from behind her, nearly making her trip.

Ilia turned back towards the wolf, then froze as it stared directly at her, blue eyes wide. She stared back, and then suddenly the moonlight seemed to go out around the wolf, shadows twisting around it and covering it fully from sight.

Something heavy sunk into the air, something dark and wrong and familiar, and Ilia gripped the training sword with a new urgency as the shadows grew.

What was going on?

Then as suddenly as it had come up, the heavy wrongness in the air fell away, and the shadows around the wolf dispersed as well, fading away in small black rectangles before her eyes.

And instead of a wolf in front of her, there was a young man lying on the ground, clutching a bloodied arm to his chest.

He met her gaze and gave her a weak grin, and if Ilia hadn’t been so frozen with shock she probably would have hit him with her stick.

“Uh... s-surprise?” Link said with a wince.

Ilia stared.

Then her eyes narrowed, and she tossed the training sword down as she strode over and glared.

“Inside. Now.”

(...)

Ilia assisted Link in climbing up the ladder to his treehouse in silence, apart from the occasional direction from her or quiet grunt of pain from him.

As soon as they were up, Ilia went for the few medical supplies she knew Link had while he sat down on his couch, looking pale and exhausted. She grabbed the kit (it seemed much more well-stocked then she remembered) and sat down next to him, pulling his arm out as she grabbed a cloth.

She began cleaning the teeth marks marring Link’s arm, internally wincing at the mangled flesh. No wonder he couldn’t walk on it as a wolf.

As a wolf.

That he could turn into.

That had actually happened.

Dear Ordona.

Link let out a small grunt as she dabbed at his arm, his face slightly screwed up. It didn’t seem like he’d lost too much blood, but the injury must have been horribly painful. Ilia finished cleaning the wound with a sigh, then got to work wrapping it up.

“Are you mad at me?” Link suddenly asked in a quiet voice, still watching her bandage his arm.

Ilia continued her work and didn’t meet his gaze.

“Yes.”

Link flinched and went silent again.

Ilia finished wrapping his arm, making sure the bandages were tight before leaning back with a small exhale. It looked pretty good. Probably not as good as Renado would have done, but not bad.

She was about to stand up and put the leftover supplies away when Link put a hesitant hand on her arm, stopping her from leaving. She looked at him and he flicked his gaze away from her to his feet, ears drooping.

“I’m... I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he mumbled. “About the wolf thing. I... I get why you’re mad about it—”

“What?” Ilia interrupted in an incredulous tone. “Link, I’m not mad you didn’t tell me you could do... that. I mean I’m shocked, obviously, and a little annoyed you didn’t trust me, and also that you were idiotic enough to get hurt, but I’m not mad you kept it a secret.”

She looked at him intently until he raised his head and met her eyes.

“I’m upset because my best friend’s been avoiding me for weeks and pretending like everything is great when it’s not,” she said with a faint snip in her voice. “It’s been like this since everything ended. You run around and distract yourself until you drop and act like everything is all fine and dandy when it’s so obviously not I can’t stand it.”

Link stared at her, blinking in disbelief once she’d finished.

”...It’s that obvious?” he said weakly, and Ilia pulled her arm out of his grip and held his hand instead.

“Yeah, it is,” she huffed. “You’ve been avoiding me and I think as your best friend who’s known you since before you could even talk, I have the right to know why. So spill.”

Link stared at her, and hesitated, eyes clouding as he looked away.

Ilia frowned.

“Look Link... you helped me when I couldn’t even remember who you were,” she said gently. “Let me help you. Even if it’s just to listen. Please?”

Link looked up at her, and let out a quiet, weary sigh.

“I... okay.”

He gave her hand a squeeze, sending a small bit of warmth through her.

And then he told her about Midna.

Ilia was silent the entire long explanation, letting Link spill out all of what he’d gone through and what he’d experienced. About how he’d woken up as a wolf and met an annoying imp who’d ordered him around, but somewhere along the way become a close and dear friend to him.

He left obvious chunks of the story out, and stumbled through several parts, leaving gaping holes in what had happened. But he told her about a lot of it, and Ilia listened to every bit.

And finally, voice holding a small tremble, he told her about how Midna had left.

And how he had never gotten to say goodbye.

Ilia was silent for several long moments after he finished, still holding his hand. Her mind was reeling from all the information from the tale he’d woven, concern for her friend now even higher, but among all the questions she now had, one stood starkly at the forefront of her mind.

“Did you love her?” she asked eventually, voice quiet.

It took Link what seemed like forever to respond. And when he did, his voice was almost too soft for Ilia to hear.

“...I don’t know,” he whispered.

He breathed in a shuddering breath.

“And... that’s why I’ve been avoiding you. Because... because I don’t know. I was afraid of what it meant if I did, and you’re my best friend Ilia, but— I didn’t want things to be weird between us—“

“Even though they already are?” Ilia interrupted wryly.

Link lowered his head. “...Yeah.”

Ilia sighed, but didn’t let go of Link’s hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“Look, Link... I get that you have stuff to work through,” she said quietly. “We all do, I think. But you don’t have to act like everything’s fine. Ignoring it all is just going to make things worse in the end.”

She nudged him, and he met her eyes again, his blues looking watery.

“You’re not alone, Link,” she continued gently, and wiped away a tear off his cheek. “Stop acting like you are. And don’t make me pound it into your stubborn skull, because I will.”

Link chuckled, even as another tear escaped down his cheek, and he leaned forward and hugged her.

Ilia hugged him back, his arms warm around her, and she breathed in the familiar piney smell he had always had around him. Link let out a suspiciously shaky breath, and she gave him an extra squeeze.

“You’re not alone.”

[lozfistfighttournament]

Fighting dirty is allowed, but weapons are not.

Link to the master post

[alasse-earfalas]

Ilia is my girl.

I couldn’t stand her at first, but as the story unfolds you get to see her true colors and it’s awesome. This is why I ship her with TP Link. Such a beautiful, underrated ship. 💖

[aldrendaux]

Story: Westward!

By Shadsie

Summary: "Post-TP. Zelda acquires new lands for Hyrule in the west and settlers are eager to claim it. Ilia and Colin join a caravan to seek a new life there. The road is dangerous. They find a guide in the wilderness wanderer, a man thought gone, the faded Hero."

[skelly-bean]

Im feeling the sudden need to find art or fanfics or something for trans Ilia from twilight princess.

Has anymore made anything for trans Ilia before I’m sure people have but I haven’t seen it, where is it?!!!!!

[nancyheart11]

She's coming to steal your horse.

[iubworks]

Something enormous is coming… eventually.

To help me get through this, please consider supporting me on Patreon. You get early access to every single update that I add to this poster. 😭

[jullbnt]

Ah, been loving all your art work. They flow and you feel the images.

Could I ask a request? If it’s not too much?

Hm, 👉🏻👈🏻 a rare pair. I was thinking something like Twilight and Ilia showing off their villages cultural dance? Or you are free to do something else of them?

Thank you so much!!

I have no idea how people dance in Ordon but Beth and Colin are still getting a lesson :))

(I don’t ship Link and Ilia at all and only think of them as close friends, but I won’t stop you if you want to see this in a shippy way)

Ballet and then this, looks like I am now running the one and only LoZ x dance blog 😆

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I won’t accept more requests at the moment! This is a request I received for my 500 followers celebration and I still have a few to do :)

Answered art requests

[sidonisms]

The best horse girl in gaming

[emissary-of-the-moon]

Twilight did wrestling in high school, much to Bo's displeasure, Ilia did too.

[link-is-a-dork]