#Chained Spirits

[chained-spirits]

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Shorter update, but at least it is an update

I’ve felt like a zombie for days now soooo sleepy, but hopefully motivation will return :)

[thenmichael]

I need to finish something one day, anyway, here is Kokiri

Chained Spirits

More art :)

[toofypigeon]

If ur still doing requests ?

Please feel free to ignore this

i would never ignore this guy!!!cat lover

[arecaceae175]

Ill At Ease

LOZ AU Gift Exchange fic for @thenmichael based on his Links Meet AU @chained-spirits!!! :D

Summary: Reaper, Champion, and Picori fight a battle. Reaper tries to help Picori with his injury even though Picori does not want to accept his help. Warnings: monster battle, mild injury, remembering pain. None of it is too graphic. 1.5k, action and hurt/comfort.

Also, I made a little discord emoji art of Champion as a tbh emoji since Champion is autistic hehe.

Fic and art both under the cut :D

Picori froze so suddenly that Reaper nearly ran into him. Reaper had to skid to a stop, and he held an arm out behind him to keep Champion from running into him. He should have known not to bother, though. Champion liked to keep his distance. 

Picori’s ears twitched, both angling forwards. Reaper glanced at the ground to make sure he wouldn’t step on anything loud as he moved next to Picori. 

“What is it?” Reaper whispered.

Picori’s hand moved to his sword. “I hear something. Something big.”

Reaper reached over his shoulder and unhooked his shield. He glanced at Champion, but he was looking off into the forest.

Reaper clicked his tongue to get Champion’s attention then mouthed, “Monsters ahead.”

Champion nodded and drew his sword. Reaper couldn’t hold back a cringe at the weapon’s quality. It looked like it had never seen a day of maintenance. Knowing Champion, he probably pulled it from a monster camp.

Crack.

Reaper whipped around. The sound of the branch breaking echoed in the forest, close enough that Reaper and Champion could hear now. More cracks and rustles followed; it was a horde of monsters. 

“Weapons ready,” Reaper said quietly.

Picori pulled his boomerang out of his bag and drew his sword. Reaper drew his, readied his shield, and stepped in front of Picori. He heard Picori huff in disdain, but as always, he ignored it. Leaves rustled just out of sight, and birds screeched as they flocked into the air. Reaper twisted his sword, crouching easily into his battle stance. 

Monsters poured out of the forest, screeching a battle cry. Picori’s arm twitched like he wanted to cover his ears, but there was no time. Reaper matched their battle cry with a yell of his own and he swung his sword in an attack. The first bokoblin fell easily, nearly sliced in half. It was the smallest of the bunch, shoved onto the front lines as a distraction, Reaper theorized. 

The dozen monsters were a mixture of bokoblins and moblins, wielding weapons from pristine swords to wooden clubs. In the back of the pack, an enormous moblin held a wooden shield and a spear taller than Reaper. On either side of him, Champion and Picori were already pitted against two bokoblins each. As much as he wanted to keep half an eye on them both, he forced his gaze to narrow on the moblin charging him. Reaper snarled, and dove into the fray. 

The moblin swung its sword at Reaper, aimed for his throat. The movement was sloppy but strong, and Reaper’s arm vibrated with the force of blocking the sword. He dug his heels into the ground and he pushed the sword away with his shield. The moblin recoiled, knocked off balance, and Reaper lunged forward. He bashed the moblin with his shield then unleashed a flurry of powerful sword strikes. The moblin collapsed at his feet, dead before it hit the ground.

A bokoblin screeched. Instinct took over and Reaper rolled to the side as its club hit the ground where he had been standing. Reaper used his momentum to land on his feet and slash at the bokoblin’s back. It fell forward, then Reaper leapt and landed with his sword in its chest. It sputtered, then faded to dust. 

A sharp pain engulfed Reaper’s arm as he was knocked to the ground. A moblin snarled above him, rearing back to smash its club on his head. Reaper flipped up to his feet and raised his sword, but his muscles screamed in pain. He quickly dropped his shield and tossed his sword to his right hand in time to spin attack the moblin. As he finished the spin he jumped away and scooped up his shield with his left hand, ignoring the throbbing pain in his arm. 

Seemingly out of nowhere, Champion leapt onto the back of the moblin and stabbed it in the neck. He left the sword in as he flipped away and grabbed a discarded club as he landed, then rushed away to finish off the last of the bokoblins. 

Reaper spared a moment to scan the battle. Champion was fighting the remaining bokoblin, and Picori was darting between two moblins, never slowing long enough for either to land a hit. He threw his boomerang to stun one while he slashed the other, then stabbed the first as he picked up his boomerang. He had them covered. Reaper tore his gaze away.

The largest moblin screamed, spit flying from its mouth as it charged him. Reaper quickly analyzed; it was too tall to jump over, so he couldn’t do the Helm Splitter, and its shield would block most of his other attacks. He tightened his grip on his shield and baited the moblin, waiting for it to strike with its spear. It eventually thrust forward, and Reaper quickly rolled to the side and slashed its back. 

He screeched and arched forward, but quickly recovered and swung around, shield up. Reaper was patient, and waited for the perfect moment to strike each time. It took so many attacks that Reaper lost count by the time the moblin finally collapsed into a heap in the dirt. 

Reaper’s chest heaved, the battle adrenaline fading as he looked across the forest and found it blissfully empty of monsters. He sheathed his sword and rehooked his shield, then his gaze went immediately to his companions. 

Champion was surveying the forest, sword and pot lid shield still held in a white-knuckled grip. It was a new sword, taken off of one of the enemies, but in no better condition. He glanced at Reaper, then Picori, then hastily signed, “Scout for others,” and vaulted into the forest. 

“Champion, wait!” Reaper lifted an arm towards him in reflex, but gasped in pain and let his arm fall back to his side. He didn’t know if Champion meant he was scouting for more monsters, or going to check on the others. Either way, Reaper was going to have to have another talk with him about going off on his own. That was not how their group should function. 

Somewhere behind him, there was a sharp intake of breath. Reaper whipped around, uninjured arm darting to the hilt of his sword. Picori was crouched on the ground, sword and boomerang discarded haphazardly on the ground. He was hesitantly poking his thigh, where a long gash was slowly leaking beads of blood. 

Reaper was by his side in a second. “Picori! Are you okay? What happened?”

Picori flinched away and landed on his hip with one hand thrown out for balance. “Stop screaming!” He snapped. 

Reaper bit back his automatic response of I wasn’t screaming and took a deep breath. “Sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.”

Reaper felt the urge to roll his eyes. He should’ve known better than to ask the kid that, really. Undeterred, he slung his back around to his front–ignoring the twinge of pain in his arm–and dug for a potion, bandages, and the special bottle of alcohol he kept for disinfecting wounds. 

He shuddered, remembering the feverish haze and the searing, burning pain as he had stumbled through the forest with an infected wound on his arm, back in the days of his first adventure. He remembered Midna guiding him and blindly following her instruction, then waking up in a bed in Kakariko three days later, with Colin’s teary eyes staring down at him. His cheeks burned with shame. That was not a time he liked to remember, and he wasn’t willing to repeat it. 

Reaper shook his head and brought himself back to the present, forcefully steering his thoughts away from Midna. Picori was here, right in front of him, and needed his help. He put the bottle of alcohol next to the bandages, and the potion just out of Picori’s reach. 

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Reaper asked.

“No.”  

“Good,” Reaper said. He uncorked the bottle of alcohol. Picori’s ears twitched and turned around and saw the bottle, then scowled and crossed his arms. 

“We need to disinfect the wound,” Reaper explained. 

“I don’t need your advice. Or your help!” 

Reaper sighed, but kept his frown off his face. Picori was so small, huddled up on the dirt. He was such a capable fighter, but he was still a kid. He shouldn’t have to be a fighter, he shouldn’t have to be sitting on the ground in pain, he should be home and safe. 

“Let me help you. Please. It’ll make me feel better.”

Picori’s ears wiggled as he glanced at Reaper out of the corner of his eye. His frown was clearly visible on his face, but after a moment of silence he reluctantly nodded. Reaper’s face broke into a smile and he felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. 

“Fine,” Picori said. 

“Thank you,” Reaper mutters. 

“But I’m not drinking that whole potion. I saw you get hit in the arm.”

“Wha–” Reaper sputtered, then huffed a laugh. “Okay, okay, that’s fair. Brace, this’ll sting.”

Picori curled one arm around himself, the other gripping a small tuft of grass by his side. 

The kid needed a distraction. Reaper smirked. “Nice to know you care, under all that snark.”

Picori’s head whipped around, wide eyes boring into him. “What? No! I just… You’re… Rrg!”

Reaper chuckled as Picori tried to come up with a defense, but nothing could hide the pink tinge on the tips of his ears.

[yellydany]

Nightmare Scarecrow Design commission🍂🐦

[mirensiart]

ok so here they are, my link & zelda OC’s

did I do a chain themed link just to nickname him Chain cause I thought that would be funny? Yeah, I did lmao

enemies/rivals to lovers my beloved lol

also, here:

[chained-spirits]

I don't wanna just c+p it so I'm just reblogging lmao

In no order in particular:

Era // RAHH // Oracle(1) // Mermay, Feathers // Aspect's Zelda // Scout(1) // Era (2) // Boyfriends // -The Holy Weapon- // Scout(2) // Das Crazy Bro // Picori // Masks //

That's hardly all of them, but is a majority of the CS ones

(reminder to myself to tag ppl in this later)

Ask game

RULES: makes a new post with the name of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Got tagged by @cyanferret21 ,hello there :D

Ok so, I wanted to make it more fun for you because I never change the names of my files so it would all be "illustration sans title" (my tablet's french) so I neamed them with basic stuff. I did not say if it was pages or art though ^^ Here they are;

Kings (1), Imp (1), fisher, sob, ruth, kings (2), imp (2), gan :3, kings (3), midna, its still you

note: They might not all end up being used.

Tagging @chained-spirits , @echoes-of-courage , @chains-of-time , @scopophobia-polaris , @kheprriverse , @plateapus , @shattered-tomorrow , @fruitysoupy , @divine-gemstones , @monstrous-fusion

[bluerosefox]

Over Tea

A sudden chill sweeps through Gotham, almost like Mr. Freeze had just attacked only thing was the man was currently locked away in Arkham, and was felt by all. And talked by all via word of mouth and on social media as well.

The clouds and smog that covered their dark city shifted and swirled, a rumble beginning deep inside them as the weather turned from smoggy to rain and thunder with no real warning. The strangest thing was the green glow that could be seen when thunder rumbled inside the gray clouds.

Then like a candle being blown out, the rumbling stopped, the rain ended, and the clouds parted all over Gotham.

For the first time in a while Gotham had a clear sky and it felt... it felt like something heavy had been lifted off the city.

It was this sudden shift and the all felt chill that had set off alerts for Batman and his family. Since early morning since the first change and shift happened he was in front of the Batcomputer trying to narrow down where it started.

After hours of searching with the help of Red Robin, Oracle and strangely enough Red Hood, they managed to narrow down where the odd power had been coming from.

Was still coming from, only very low.

The old and abandoned observatory tower.

-x-x-

"More ecto-tea Lady Gotham?" Danny asked, his hand waving towards the steaming pot nearby.

The woman smiled lightly, her dark painted lips curling up to show her sharp fangs for a moment before saying "No but thank you Young Kingling though I would like more cookies if you don't mind. Now where were we?"

Danny nodded towards her and signaled towards a maid skeleton ghost who walked forward with a tray of cookies. The maid swiftly placed a few more cookies on the spirit embodiment of Gotham plate before bowing and stepping away.

"We were just about to discuss the sentience of the Court of Owls." Danny said as he lightly tapped the large almost mountain of paperwork on the table they were sitting at, floating high above the floor as shooting stars and planets drifted around them. Many ghosts floated around as well, servants that had sworn their loyalty to the Young King, and were preparing things like snacks and drinks for two powerful beings in the room as they discussed business. Nearby doors and windows though were ghostly knights that stood tall and alert, making sure no interlopers interrupted the meeting taking place and ready to defend not only Lady Gotham but their King.

"Ah yes them." Lady Gotham grimaced as she took a drink of her ecto-tea. "That will take some time for us to discuss, they've been running around unchecked for to long and even with my limited abilities to hinder them has been less than ideal."

"You, Lady G, were deeply cursed for many, many years and I just broke most of it." Danny cut in quickly, he was not about to let this wonderful and powerful city spirit blame herself for something out of her hands "Due to said curse you couldn't do much so please don't go blaming yourself. Its mostly broken now, so you can freely start healing yourself and your city self now that jerk demon that cursed you is in Walker's prison for his crimes."

Lady Gotham grew silent for a moment, her dark eyes staring deeply at the young King but then warmly smiled, well as warm as she could seeing how she was Gotham itself. "You reminded me of my Knight, Young King, treating me like this. Not afraid to point out the truth and facts."

Danny gave a light laugh as he took a hold of one of the cookies on his plate and gave a bite "I'll take that as a compliment Lady Gotham. Now about those Court of Owls...."

[sapphicseasapphire]

Thank you for one year!!!

On September 25th, 2023, I posted the original character sheets for the Chain as Cryptids au. It had been a brainworm for much longer than that, but one year ago today, I mustered up the courage to share my silly little ideas. And I think that might have been the best thing that’s ever happened to me!

Over the course of this past year, I have found so much joy in these little guys. Looking back at the oldest CAC posts, I’m really proud of how my art has improved, I feel more comfortable sharing my stories, and I have made some of my closest friends. So to everyone who’s stuck around for this year and everyone that’s come more recently, thank you so much for allowing me to create! This has meant the world to me.

I will be taking CAC art requests to celibrate, but I’m going to be very real with you guys- Echoes of Wisdom comes out tomorrow. Please be patient with me if it takes me a while to draw haha. I fully intend to be sucked headfirst into that game!

So if you have a request, please send it in an ask so I can respond to it directly! I’ll pick as many as I can and I’ll draw them as soon as I have the time!

[murderofsomeone]

more neil render reworks

[chained-spirits]

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They call me the king of an inconsistent style

[thenmichael]

5/12

I know I’m being inconsistent, but I wanna get all refs out and THEN focus on making them look nice

[dearchose]

I did another page of Loz Au characters :D

part 1 , 2 , 3

Here are the characters and their respective Au ^^

Sir Raven from @uncanon-fates

Luné from @tdh-official-book-blog

Legend from @the-chains-cafe

Kokiri from @chained-spirits

Corey from @bloomandcorey

Wild from Child of lightning by @cyanferret21

Legend from Identity Fraud Au by @hyliagirl42-art

Bluebell from Garden of Heroes by @marsnoodlesoup

I hope you enjoy it :)

do tell me if I got something wrong in the design or if happened to have given the wrong name

GO SUPPORT AND READ THE AU!!!! They deserve all of the love and appreciation! >:D

[aro-in-danyl]

Platonic Radioapple Marriage

after Lucifer and Alastor start to get along

Lucifer: A year ago today I married my best friend

Charlie: Aww that's so sweet- wait haven't you and mom been married for centuries?

Alastor, popping up from the shadows and showing off a ring: Your mother was very cross.

Lucifer, showing his two rings: We were drunk and it was hilarious!

[weepingtalecowboy]

Fanfic prompt: Wind is actually a baby god because the use of a god's life force during phantom hourglass has consequences

Like using something this powerful would definitely change someone fundamentally

You couldn’t stay a mortal after something like that

And it would make his beyond broken skill set make sense

He can command someone with the command melody

He can control day and night (song of passing)

He can change the direction of the wind

Can control seagulls and has extreme strength that a kid shouldn’t possess (he can easily hold a struggling pig over his head and throw that poor thing)

And has fire , ice and even light magic (fire and ice got gifted by the fairy queen and the light magic was found in a chest but the fact that he uses his own magic for all of the arrows is just crazy to consider)

Can create hurricanes to bring him to other places and probably destroy the world with them if he wanted too because those are literally just hurricanes)

And after phantom hourglass he Was in constant contact with a god's life force

Had three spirits follow him and killed a deity like demon bellum

And Cielia consideres him her brother (and she is conveniently related to a god ) and she promised to forever protect his dreams form nightmares

He can see ghosts

Stop time

And the spirits are three but the elements of wisdom, power and courage

And time is the fourth and belongs to Cielia

She promised to protect him forever and that means that he would have to live forever

She would happily give him one of her elements to keep her promise

And that would make the spirits be balanced with a fourth one

Wind main while hasn’t noticed it but the chain sure has and is very much going crazy in the background

[mirensiart]

Since like, my little loz au happens 200 years post wind waker and 100 years post spirit tracks, the tales of the hero of winds and the hero of spirits are still pretty common and popular

And thus the name Link is super extremely common, in Chain's village alone there's like at least 6 other kids named Link lmao

In his village the kids would use their middle names instead of Link to differentiate each other, but Chain doesn't have a middle name, so he was the token Link in a sea of Links in the village lmao

So like, if Chain were to be included in a "Links Meet" au, he'd like meet all these travelers named Link too, shrug, see nothing weird about it cause like, everyone's name is Link where he comes from and it would probably take him like a day to realize that oh those are THE Links