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i wanted to draw an outfit for link, and then zelda showed up, and then GANONDORF showed up. so. i dunno. an au where theyre adventurers or something. its very late and i am very tired.

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Please read by opening each image, otherwise it makes no sense lol

This is the most stupid thing I've done all year but I was already too far into it when I started regretting it XD

I don't usually do this kind of thing but the concept had been rotating in my mind for a few weeks and I needed to get it out

I have a few ideas but this was already long enough and it felt like a good spot to cut it off, buut I want to see if people like it so 👉👈 hope you enjoyed it

Sorry if it feels a bit weird, I may be able to draw but not write lol, this is my first actual attempt at making a comic

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click on the picture

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legendary, beautiful, and coveted

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I saw that and I screamed with excitment. I love that soundtrack so much

BEST NOTIFICATION IVE HAD ALL DAY

LETS GO😭😭😭

WE’RE SO BACK BOYS

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the one who left the group is legend btw lmao

anyway based on this:

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Did you not exist as well?

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Many months later and a knock on a door

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"Did you miss me that much Mr. Hero?" Ravio asked

"No" 

Ravio then squished Legend's cheeks together as punishment for lying "I missed you too Link"

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can’t wait for their dungeon shenanigans tbh

reference down below

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Happy 1 year anniversary to A Dark Among the Lights by LuckyLectio on AO3!!!

I wanted to try drawing one of those book covers that would also be printed as posters, like the kind that you'd find at a bookstore. More under the cut ^-^

I know that pretty much everyone who has looked at my art here over the last year has noticed how much I adore this fic. I highly recommend that anyone who hasn't read it and is interested should give it a try. Dark is a wonderfully written protagonist (all the characters are delightful, really) and I've loved following him as he experienced the longest most chaotic day of his life :b

I made a little rendering of this fic as a hypothetical paperback, with all the wear and tear associated with how much attention I've given it. Something about how to be loved is to be changed...

...thank you, @luckylectio for all your hard work, for writing and sharing this amazing story <333

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lyrics from the first two verses of this Green Day song :-)

I drew this in a frenzy in like 2 hours, so please take it 🤲🏻

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oh boy, oh BOY

<<previous chapter

im so EXCITED for this comic. link is in so much trouble and he has no idea.

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Twilight, buddy, not sure how your wolf form would have helped against that, but you do you

A continuation of this that I just couldn't get outta my head

Wild is connecting some dots, oop-

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...dude

I don't know what posessed me to draw this, but have my midnight doodles anyways I guess-

Continuation of this: Part 1 || Part 2

Check below for the comments that inspired this if you wanna, thanks to @musical-chan and @fey-knight

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🎉Congrats on the milestone! 🎉 Your fics are always so lovely, I love reading your work! ❤️

As for a fic request, could I ask for something with Four? Could be something with Colors, with the chain or with fairy!Time or just by himself, whatever you feel like. I would like him to have just a small, slow, happy moment.

Awww tysm!! <33

Certainly! This was such fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!

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“Mind if I ask what you’re doing, smithy?”

Slowly, Four cranes his neck to look behind him. Normally, in this small form he would feel a thrill of panic at the sound of someone’s approach. But the voice is familiar, and today has been surprisingly devoid of threats upon the heroes’ lives. He is safe to indulge in the comfort of remaining where he is, lying on his back upon the ground. 

His hands rest upon his abdomen, his hair splays out like a halo around his head. The earth is soft beneath him, warm from baking all day in the summer’s heat, and the proud blades of grass stand as shields from the afternoon sun. 

“Watching the clouds,” he says. 

Time cocks his head. The light reflects off of his wings in delicate fractals of red and blue. His hair looks the color of spun gold. Twinkling with mirth, his eye matches the joyful sky above. Silhouetted against the vibrancy of a joyful day, the hero looks far less severe than he does when leading and protecting their little group. More like a simple man, rather than the famed Hero of Time. 

Four likes that. He always appreciates the moments when he gets to see his brothers comfortable, free. They bear responsibilities too great for even the broadest shoulders. If he, in his small and quiet way, can allow them to soothe the fractures within for just a moment, he is glad of it. 

And the fact that Time has grown comfortable being around him in his fae form makes him even happier. He knows all too well the burden of being so very different. 

So very vulnerable. 

He has seen the haunted looks he and Rulie get sometimes, the scars they cannot conceal, the way they eye certain travelers they meet upon the road. It is good to see some of that guarded trepidation flee. 

“Watching the clouds, eh?” With a sigh, Time sits down beside him. “What does that entail?”

His tone is teasing, and an easy smile is on his face. Four returns it. 

“It’s something Grandpa and I did when I was young.” He points up at a sizable puff of gallant white speeding across the heavens. “You catch the clouds and make shapes out of them. That one looks like an octorok.”

Time chuckles. “Ah, yes, I’m familiar with the concept. Malon and I did it many years ago when we were children.” He sighs and a mischievous grin tugs at his lips. “Of course, now I’m too dull and old for such trivialities.”

Four sends him a flat look. “You may fool the others with those comments about your age, but not me.” 

Time lifts a brow. “No?”

“Nope.” Four shakes his head. “I’ve seen you fight. You’re hardly dull, and you’re certainly not old.”

Time lays back, keeping enough distance between them that his wings don’t drift into Four’s face. With a somber expression, he gazes up at the sky.

“Don’t you dare tell the others that. It’s difficult enough leading them without them realizing I do not, in fact, possess the wisdom of the elderly.”

If he didn’t know him quite so well, Four would think he was being serious, that this matter truly was a dire one prone to wound him. He can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes.

“Alright.” He squints, watching as a cloud that vaguely resembles a chu drifts by, lazier than its fellows and falling behind. “I’ll keep your secret on one condition.”

“I swear that one looks like a Deku scrub,” Time says, pointing, then turns a quizzical eye to him. “What is your condition?”

Four grins. “You tell me how old you actually are. You know, on the inside.”

Time’s expression instantly morphs into a scowl. 

“I reject your condition.”

Four’s grin grows larger, tugging at his cheeks. 

“Why? It’s only an innocent question. Malon refused to tell us, so I thought maybe you would.”

“I see. Malon respected my privacy, leading you all to seek out the dark truth for yourselves.” 

“When you say it like that, it sounds as if you’re hiding something dastardly.” Four giggles as he turns his gaze back to the sky. “Are you truly that ancient?”

Time blows out a sigh. “You wound me, smithy. Here I thought we could sit in restful silence and watch the clouds, only to find that you are as set upon destroying me as the others. I still reject your condition. I will rest easy with the knowledge belonging solely to me. Besides” — there is a definite smile in his voice, brimming with mirth — “your secret-keeping abilities are quite poor.” 

“Hey!” Scowling, Four lightly smacks the older hero on the arm. “They are not!”

Time chuckles and gestures upward. “There’s one that looks like the pigs in Wind’s Hyrule.” 

“You’re not getting out of this that easily.” 

But the cloud does truly resemble a plump little pig, something that suddenly seems very comical to Four. He dissolves into laughter and Time joins him. Time’s jab is soon forgotten in the breathless freedom of open joy. 

And when the laughter subsides, they remain in comfortable silence, laying side-by-side, gazing up at the sky. 

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Wake up, Dreamer.

Get this as a print here!

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Missing Wing

The crow man artist (me) is giving everyone wings (hehe)

I've been into Linked Universe for a while now I just never got around to drawing anything related to it other than the one commission, so i thought I'd test out my sketch style again, this time with wings!

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Guys windy boi is back