#aithne

[name-of-the-day]

Aithne

[tategaminu]

My version of baby Sol and his future dead waifu

[limited-hero]

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[dearchose]

My redraw of Aithne is done! original from @limited-hero made by @kenxboi :D

I was so stessed that my tablet would have lost it! The storage is so full I couldn't go into the doc, nor export into png or procreate files 😭 I'm so happy it was safe!

Anyways, hope you like it ^^

[fwoosheye]

Did some whump fanart of Aithne for @limited-hero, just a little bit of possession of Majora. Was he chained down to trap Majora, or to make it easier for Majora to possess him? Who knows? Not me!

Edited to add image ID in alt.

[salmon-artist147]

Hello!! So I recently signed up for the LoZ Au gift Exchange and I got @kenxboi the creator of the @limited-hero au here on Tumblr and I absolutely love their work and was surprised and excited that I got them as my gift recipient.

I kinda tweaked their request a bit but I'm so happy with the outcome. I loved drawing their characters in a calm setting with modern clothing that I tired to keep close to their designs in your AU and ofcourse I had to include the Imp cause I love the little menaces.

I hope you like the final result!

[dia-smthidk]

I realized I haven’t introduced this character yet- whoops 🧍

still debating on the kitsune part, since I’m probably gonna have to do a deep-dive research on them 🎉

[nd-of-a-manatee]

Brambles pt. 4

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“Was that your boyfriend?” Lili’s mom asks, not bothering to hide her approval.

“Yep,” her daughter answers, comforted. She’s left there with her parents, in the mess that used to be her garden. “Help me clean this up first, would you?”

Water rushes with a foamy hiss from a small spigot as it slowly fills the dented watering can. Lili’s parents move purposefully through what remains of the garden. Truman moves piles of weeds with yellow-green telekinesis as his ex-wife pulls up gnarled green roots with her bare hands.

“How are you doing that?” he wonders aloud.

“Calluses,” she says flatly.

The woman summons bright red fire from her hand to incinerate the roots. She lets the ashes fall to the ground as she watches her daughter fill the watering can.

Lili shuts off the faucet with a “squeak”. She absently tips the watering can and gives the corpse of a small flower patch a shower. Her mom is behind her, arms folded reservedly.

“How much did you hear?” Lili asks without looking up.

“Quite a bit. We came out right after you left, but we got pinned.” She pulls a thorny green burr from her hair as she talks.

Lili is busy reviving her flowers with herbaphony. Magenta energy surrounds the stems, and they burst with new life. Passion flowers.

“Lili, I’m so sorry,” her mother continues with more contrition. “I never meant to put so much pressure on you.”

“I know”.

The girl still doesn’t move. Her mother kneels down and turns her gently–but urgently–around by the shoulders. She stares into Lili’s eyes, and Lili finally meets them.

“Listen to me. No matter how either of us feel about your father, no matter what you do in life, I’m still your mother. And you should get to do what makes you happy. I just want to make sure that you won’t be alone when you do need us.”

Lili’s expression widens in understanding as she speaks.

“She won’t be,” Truman comes in behind them. Lili brightens by a few more degrees, but the mother sours. “If Lili wants to stay, I’ll be there for her. You can count on it.” He also kneels, putting a hand on her shoulder with an apologetic smile. “I should have said so sooner.” Lili returns it happily. Her mother remains thoroughly unenthused.

The trio make their way back through the forest to the Motherlobe. Lili lightly traverses the uneven terrain on her own as the adults hang back, walking with a marked distance between each other. Lili’s mother waits until her daughter is out of earshot to lean over at her ex with a sharp finger.

“I’m holding you to this, Truman. I’ll be checking in.”

“Perfectly reasonable.” He raises his arms submissively with culpable eyes.

She folds her arms again.

“And I think we should… talk more. In general,” she tacks on after a silence, facing forward.

“I never did thank you for looking after her. I’m amazed at how she’s turning out,” he murmurs stiffly.

She shrugs.

“Well, the righteous adventurer in her didn’t come from me.”

Silence.

She turns her head to face him.

“Why didn’t you say something before?”

“I was afraid,” he admits.

The woman jolts in horror, and a hand flies to her chest.

“Of me?!” she demands.

Truman instantly becomes animated to correct himself.

“No! O-of facing what I did to you both.” He runs a hand through his hair as he dives into a rant. “Agh. I was so arrogant. I was so convinced that I could do anything and take on the whole world by myself with no consequence. And I managed to ruin the most important thing in my life. I thought the right thing to do was step back and accept that I’d failed.”

“Which you did,” she needles.

“I did.” His frame droops as he reaches the conclusion of his train of thought. “But I see now that leaving it at that was just cowardice. I left it all to you. I’m sorry, Aithne.”

Aithne can see the honesty in his eyes. It breaks the scowl she’s been holding over him the whole way back.

“I haven’t been much better,” she concedes, rubbing her lip. “Anyone can tell that you’re trying, Truman. I’ve just spent so long building walls between you and us… Looking at you and not seeing the troll I made in my head is humiliating. But that’s no excuse.”

The two of them reach the edge of the forest and step onto the floating platforms that lead back to the main building.

“Hm. A troll… I’ve been a goat before, but not a troll,” Truman babbles thoughtfully.

“You what?”

“A friend told me I was a goat in his mind once.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I hosted a game show.”

Aithne giggles, and they both then break into laughter.

“God, it’s so much easier to be mad than to have to talk about this,” Aithne observes tiredly, arms limp at her sides.

“I suppose it beats silence.” Truman stares plaintively at the moon with his hands in his pockets.

Lili is waiting at a side entrance with the door open. Rich yellow light spills out onto the grass from within.

“And if it’s for Lili,” Aithne concludes, “I guess we better suck it up.”

She takes Lili by one shoulder and heads in with her. Truman does the same.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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[aithne]

Things I have learned about New York City:

The bagels are superior to bagels anywhere else.

I am neutral on NY style pizza.

There are SO MANY PEOPLE. I walked through Manhattan after the Yankees game the other night and it was almost 10 but there were so many people out and about, it felt like noon.

Penn Station is public transit on hard mode. Getting to the correct train to get to the Bronx was a fucking mission.

Nobody even gave me a second glance for masking.

There's so much food and so many restaurants? How are there so many and how are they all so crowded?

The most beautiful woman in the world works at the Levain Bakery in the upper east side.

It's all very buzzy, for lack of a better word. Noisy and people-y.

I am back home on the West Coast and my cat is mugging me for cuddles. She missed me.

[marystaceylala]

omfggg … when the cliff crumbles and the snowball effect starts and your psyche spills onto his naked soul and it scratches you both and you perish together ..

[limited-hero]

Chapter 8 cover!

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[remmoran-kynvahl]

Thank fucking GOD they gave us actual beast ladies for HrothGals I've been so scared over Miqote 2

[universeofgalacia]

Milo: How did my clothes even catch fire? I bought them because the tag said “inflammable”!

Aithne: Inflammable means flammable...

Milo: What?! That doesn’t even make sense!

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Brambles pt. 3

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The vines are aware enough to dodge the shot, narrowly dragging Raz out of the line of fire with them. The margin is so close, he can feel the heat as the fireball passes. Lili shakes the flames out of her hand with a look of terrified guilt. Meanwhile, vines begin swarming around her in a circle.

The scare loosened the killer weeds’ grip enough for Raz to desperately hold them away from him, uneasily balanced upside down in mid-air by the tension. He calls down to the ground.

“Lili, I don’t think this is working. We have to get to the root of the problem!”

“I can’t!” she calls back, afraid and exasperated. The vines continue to gather around her, enclosing her.

“I don’t mean the literal root!”

“I KNOW what you mean! I–I can’t do it! You just don’t understand!”

“Then help me understand. It can’t stay like this!”

The sky closes up. Lili is alone beneath a wall of green. The light is even dimmer here without the moon, casting her in dull green colors. Raz’s voice squeaks through the ceiling of compressed weeds to reach her.

“Lili!”

“Raz!” she calls in fear.

She doesn’t notice the knot of vines coming at her until it’s nearly on top of her. She dodges backward with a yelp, and it lands beside her with enough force to send a bunch of nettles into the hair. She runs away. More movement stirs in the darkness.

She tries to explain herself as she dodges wave after wave of vines.

“We’re not like your family. I have to pick a side. My mom’s never going to forgive my dad. If I’m not against him, she thinks I’m against her. Cause she’s just waiting for him to screw up again.”

Her anger resurfaces, and her power with it. Bolts of magenta dance around her head as she faces down another wall.

“He’s not like that anymore, but he won’t say it.” She holds her ground and sends out a TK hand. It slices through the vines like a butcher knife, burning with aggression. It casts hot, vivid light back on her, illuminating the darkness as long as she can keep it up. “He lets her treat him like garbage because it’s easier. So, I have to be the one to defend him. And I can’t stand it!” She starts slicing through wall after wall, the hand growing hotter. “I have to do everything!” It’s all gonna fall apart, and then I’m gonna feel like garbage.” Cauterized vines peel away in layers, still smoking. Lili stares into them with loathing as chunks of plant matter rain down.

In retaliation, the roof comes down on Lili’s shoulders, and she stumbles with a grunt. The incredible weight of it presses down on her. She struggles to keep her legs straight, let alone summon any of the power that was helping her just a minute ago. All she can do is talk.

“Because I always feel like garbage… ‘cause I can’t fix it.”

Raz’s voice slips between the layers of rope that threaten to crush her.

“It’s not your job to fix it, Lili.”

Tears drip from her tightly shut eyes and sink into the grass.

“I just want us to feel like a family for once,” she chokes. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just… shouldn’t be this hard.”

Suddenly, the vines disband. They fall all around her, limp, not even thickly enough to bury her.

Outside, Raz’s captors have also given in, and he’s in the middle of falling into the bushes. With a thrashing of leaves and a metallic “BONK”, he lands in a shrub among the willows. When he gets up, he has a dented watering can in hand (and a sore spot on his head). His clothes and skin are scratched up from the ordeal.

“I found the watering can.”

He looks at the receding mass of weeds where Lili stands at its center. All the plants and flowers have been wrenched from the ground and shoved in piles at the corners of the garden by the wall of weeds. She’s just as torn, beaten, and tired. Tears pour from her eyes as she tries to hold herself together.

Wordlessly, Raz approaches her and wraps her in a hug. She holds him in return and quickly lets herself fall into sobs.

After a while, they unfold a bit and share a quiet moment, still in each other’s arms. Up close, it turns out that Raz is a little shorter than Lili. He smiles patiently up at her as she wipes the tears from her eyes. Her expression is complicated, but appreciative.

Someone from off-screen clears their throat. The kids snap apart with their hands to themselves. Lili’s parents are standing nearby, quiet and humble. We finally see her mom in full detail. She has pale freckled skin, a spade-shaped face, burly arms and legs, and long pink hair with the same style as the flashback. She wears a blue horizontal-striped button-up sweater, rust-red pants, and black strap sandals over white socks. Truman’s wearing a pale green polo with vertical stripes, pale red pants (purple in this light), and old loafers. He hasn’t changed much since his appearance in the games, except that he’s grown a pencil mustache.

“Razputin, could we have some time alone with Lili?” Truman asks.

“Oh! Sure.”

Raz waves goodbye as he sprints off toward the willows.

<Talk later?> he asks Lili.

<Yeah.>

Quick as a cricket, Raz hops from branch to lev ball and sails over the stone stacks and out of sight.

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