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Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

by request

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Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

by request

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Zelda learns to ride a pony 💖🐴

Based on BOTW, I think Zelda would overthink riding a horse a little in the beginning but get the hang of it very quickly 🏇

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the zelderrrrr

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may have spent slightly too long in eow link's house today. im obsessed with him

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time to save the kingdom by spawning the bed during the boss battle to take a quick nap or whatever

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figuring out designs while my switch charges 😭

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look at this neat doritos i got

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ECHOES OF WISDOM SPOILERS (But just for the first convo with Lueburry about Link!)

Pt. 1/3

This conversation (and Link's role in this game's narrative in general) got stuck in my brain so I decided to make a comic about it! And then I decided to make it really colorful and complicated!! Because I like to suffer!!!

Keep an eye out for the next two parts hehehe

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wishful thinking…. Zelda as an archer companion in totk…..

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All of the Beatles dying in a glue trap

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When I first heard about the happy ghast I had to draw a side by side. I only recently went back and colored it so I can post.

I like to think about ghasts almost like dogs where you can tell their well taken care of by the quality of their "coat" (sheet of skin? Blanket thing? I always interpreted it like a sheet) and calm facial expressions.

I also headcannon that when ghasts got to the nether, they tried to rehydrate with lava and ended up horribly burning themselves. Their attacks are mostly a way to try to get rid of the lava in their system.

Poor guys were meant for water and cursed to a waterless world.

Also also I did give the ghast a little chub I thought it would be cute :-)

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starburst 🌟

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baby ghast

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my desiccated son thrunt

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writing quiet characters

He looked at him. He looked at him in a different way. Blinked. He tilted his head. He looked at him sideways. Under his lashes. In a unique kind of tilt. In a violent sort of way. He stared at him in a kind of way you haven’t read about before. He sighed. He looked away. He looked at a different away. He stared. Considered. Pondered. He was silent but it was interesting, somehow. It was a questioning sort of silence. Puzzled. He was still. He went even more still. He was barely breathing. He was dead with anticipation. He tensed. He relaxed minutely. The seconds ticked by, silently. He waited. He narrowed his eyes. His eyes widened. He followed you with them. His eyes. He did something that was nothing but filled the required beat of a line. He