#NOT MIPHA?

[bluelemondraws-mikel]

Little Lineup I did of the Champions from Breath of the Wild

[girlbogg]

fish women want him

[snail-studios]

ponyo au part 3 🐟

1, 2, 3, 4

[proxycrit]

LINKTOBER DAY 23- MIPHAS COURT

Birdsong is not the sound of the sea, but it’s better than nothing at all.

(Yona may be a mystery to Sidon, but her grief is familiar.)

((The Alchemist’s last correspondence with the Lost Heir was an argument about becoming Van Ruta’s champion a hundred and three years ago. She had called Mipha a reckless fool, and angrily dove deep into her research under the seas of Holodrum, waiting for an apology that will never come.))

-Totk au masterlist (it’s usually goofy)

-Patreon (if you want to see my sketchbook)

[theartofmadeline]

yes i'm still thinking about the botw champions in 2024

[alabasterpickles]

Here’s a bunch of doodles sketches and other miscellaneous drawings I’ve been hiding away on my iPad for the last month 😂

I love the kids

(Yes I posted the mipha and Sidon one before but it belongs with this set)

[kbluebirdart]

It's almost valentine month...

I honestly like to draw them as awkward teenagers.

[demiboydemon]

[mochiobonio]

" I believe in you, Sidon ..."

[bpnguyenart]

Timeskipped Sidon, the hydro himbo 🌊

I did some research for Timeskip 2 as I was unsure if he'd be gigantic like King Dorephan (kind of like how some animals get huge when they become alpha/queen). In the end, there's no definite answer so my interpretation is that Sidon gets larger as a shark, but not exponentially so as a whale like Dorephan. If I'm wrong, oh well I tried. 😅

[smilesrobotlover]

I love the idea that Mipha and Link are both fiercely protective of each other, but while Link is more of the cliche “must protect my wife”, Mipha is like, feral

[lilimoon-draws]

queen mipha dudul

[demi-pixellated]

Always thinking about the spell Link has on the Zora Royal Family

[snail-studios]

ponyo au 🐬🐳

1, 2, 3, 4

[proxycrit]

LINKTOBER DAY 19! East Reservoir Lake

The Zora siblings gets that self sacrificing from somewhere, what can I say.

Anyways, the duo absconded with the crown prince. (Alchemist Yona, you’re going to stop them, right? RIGHT??)

This is a Totk au called Familiar Familiar, and it all started when Zelda didn’t get sent to the shadow realm (and everything fell apart from there). Here’s the masterlist!

Patreon here if you like my crimes and want to feed me a treat!

[silvergarnet12]

What if you could find the Divine Beasts in the Depths?

You’re in this dark, alien environment, strange noises echoing around you, the inescapable anxiety your only companion. Squinting in the distance, you see a frighteningly familiar shade of blue flicker, faint in the distance.

Cautiously moving forward, you begin to realise the blue belongs to something much, much larger than a possible guardian. Eventually, an ancient behemoth looms overhead, still, silent, and empty, both at rest and unnervingly calm. A strange, restless melancholy replaces the sense of creeping dread, no less uneasy than before.

Entering the resting stone, in the corner of your eyes, you see movement flicker. At first you think a spirit, perhaps the Champions still linger… but deep down you know they’ve passed on… right?

Echoing footsteps fill the silence as you press on, avoiding gloom where there had once been malice, a desecration of a sacred resting place. You see the flicker again, turn on your foot and see for a split second, a beloved friend, an uneasy rival, a stalwart protector, a steadfast leader, an ally, a painful reminder of your worst failure. Even now, years later, it stings.

You try to get their attention, but there is no response. Instead, you watch. And realise. And mourn again. There are no spirits here. Not in the vast, decaying depths, not in the final resting places of a final hope.

These are echoes of the ones you knew. You can see them in the corner of your eyes sometimes, going about preparations for that ill-fated battle. It’s eerie, made no better by the Grand Poes gently swaying, their locations random but making uncomfortable sense.

Sometimes, on unlucky days, it is not preparations that these echoes go through. Pain torn screams faintly heard as their final moments are played out, a play on an eerie stage.

Vah Medoh groans in the dark, as the image of her pilot slams limply on her back, wing torn, and struggles to get up, defiance in his glare even now.

Vah Ruta cries a warning, as her pilot slumps over the controls, never seeing her killer, her last thought to warn the others.

Vah Rudania braces herself, as the echo of her pilot does the same, but the shield shatters, a flash of phantom heat coating the area, followed by darkness.

Vah Nabooris strides steady, until her pilot, fatigued from a relentless assualt, makes one fatal misstep in her final dance, lightning crackling in the air.

The stone beasts are restless, aware of the new threat, and unable to let go of the last pilots they’ll ever have, desperately trying to fight once more. But instead, they lay still, silent, a monument to their pilots lost to time.

What if you could find the Divine Beasts in the Depths?