#i may make a hylian oc

[chromaclopse]

[Image Description: Digital fan art of Prince Sidon from Legend of Zelda. His eyes are locked with the viewer's, and he's grinning widely with excitement and determination. He's nude, and flexing his muscular left arm over his chest, cutting off the rest of his body so that only his arm, chest, and face are visible. A tiny set of sparkles radiate off his face. He's illuminated from above and to the right by off-screen sunlight, and set against a splotchy, sparkly blue and yellow background. The artist's signature, CLOPSE in all caps, is printed above his head. / end Image Description]

so im back on my zelda bullshit and uhh sorry everyone this is a sidon fanblog now

also im very new at writing image descriptions so please feel free to critique, im not sure what the right balance is between straightforward description and artistic flair

i tend towards over-indulgence when it comes to writing so let me know if thats whats happening or if i was too restrained or any other issue please and thank u <3

[theverynothumankai]

I n T r O d U c T i O n P o S t

I’m Kai, also called Malakai. This is my blog for all things Nonhuman. Come join my little side of tumblr. <3

I’m a Polytherian, Polykin, Polylink, Otherfix, Otherhearted, and Fictionflicker/Otherflicker.

Theriotypes: Vancouver Coastal Sea Wolf (also known as Coastal Wolf and Vancouver Island Wolf); Canada Lynx; Red Fox; Nurse Shark; Snow Leopard; Maned Wolf; Norwegian Forest Cat; Coyote; Side-Striped Jackal; Dhole. Kintypes: Dragon (SeaWing/SilkWing Hybrid); Dragon (Night-Light Fury Hybrid); Dark Fey (Forest Type, from Maleficent); Avian (winged humans with tails); Raccoon (gold winged and gold horned); Silver Fox (with big crow-like/themed wings); Angel (shape-shifting, three pairs of wings, comforter of those who are lost). Hearttypes: Whale Shark. Flickertypes: Hylian (from TOTK/BOTW); Orphinki (OC species); Sable; Owl (all). Questioning: Ocelot Theriotype; Manta Ray Theriotype; Orca Whale Theriotype; Maine Coon Cat Theriotype; Jumping Spider Theriotype or Hearttype; Pallas Cat Theriotype; Manta Ray Kintype; Siren Kintype; Dragon Kintype (feathered wings); Mosasaur Theriotype; Blue Whale Theriotype; (Baby) Bongo Theriotype; Kirk’s Dik Dik Theriotype.

More Info On My ‘Types Here.

I’m a PseudoHuman, which means I may appear to be human, but am not.

I’m SunNonhuman, which means my nonhumanity is integrated into my baseline personality. It does not prevent me from having minor fluctuations of mood that feel slightly more animal or slightly less animal. I do not experience mental shifts to my nonhuman types.  I’m Transspecies (more specifically Humanfluid) and Voidpunk, which means I identify as another species (and more specifically have a fluctuating connection to my humanity), and that I’m reclaiming the dehumanization and demonization that I face in the marginalized minorities I’m in, basically I’m reclaiming dehumanization and fully embracing inhumanity/nonhumanity.

I’m Physical Nonhuman, in the way that since I am my ‘types, so is my body (although, I am aware that my body is technically human/human-presenting).

I’m a CladoNonhuman, specifically with my Owl Flickertype. I am all owls, not just one or a few, although I am more so connected to a couple specific species rather than equally to all. My Owl Flickertype comes and goes, it’s been gone for a while but it’s coming back again, and I have no doubt that that will happen again.

My Otherfix identity influences my nonhuman identity overall, by the way! So, a lot of my theriotypes and kintypes are due to hyperfixations (although, remember, they are involuntary and permanent for me!), and then a lot of my flickertypes have been due to hyperfixations (once again, involuntary and the flickertypes come and go).

The reasons/origins of my Nonhumanity is due to a combination of Past Lives, Fate, and Neurodivergency. I believe I was all my ‘types in past lives, and that I only found out about being these things in this life due to my neurodivergency.

I fluctuate between Nonhuman and Human, although am always on some level both, just other times are stronger for one and the other not so much, but overall I mostly refer to myself as just Nonhuman. My soul is a combination of all my ‘types, plus the intruding human soul of this life.

Please only refer to me as Nonhuman and Alterbeing, NOT as Human or Alterhuman.

I do not experience phantom shifts or any sort of shifts, but when I have in the past, it has only been once, very short (a few seconds), and partial. I experience loads of species dysphoria, envy, and sometimes euphoria, though.

I only have very poor gear, two homemade tails, and one mask, and am also currently working on wings. I’m hoping to get more materials to make better masks and tails for myself soon, though.

I do very poor quadrobics, but I adore doing them, especially when I can in public.

Fellow Physical Nonhumans/Alterbeings/Alterhumans, Non-Spiritual Nonhumans/Alterbeings/Alterhumans, and etc. are very welcome here.

I’m very queer. My gender is way too complex, but just imagine it as masculine, genderless, and animalistic, with lots of different aesthetics.

I use He/It/Rot/Void/Mutt/Pup/Teeth/Woof/Bone/Claw/Plant/🐾/🐺/🦝/🌿 pronouns + many more with those themes.

I’m AroAce, Aromantic and Myrsexual (Neuroasexual, Nebulasexual, Merosexual, Placiosexual, Dreadsexual, Acorsexual, Apothisexual, Bellussexual, Rosesexual, Requisexual, and Falsaesthsexual).

I’m Homoalterous (Gay/MLM), Omniqueerplatonic (preference for non-men), Panexteramo, Pansensual, and Panaesthetic.

I’m Ambiamorous with no preference. I’m heavy T4T-leaning. I’m also a Lesboy.

I’m undiagnosed/self-diagnosed (with research)(in the process of getting this all diagnosed) AuDHD, Pure O OCD, APD, SPD, RSD, BDD, ARFID, SAD, PTSD, Trichotillomania, Misophonia, and Dermatillomania.

I’m diagnosed MDD and GAD.

I’m undiagnosed (and in the process of getting it diagnosed as well) PMDD and/or PME.

SH and SI survivor, and in recovery.

I struggle with severe violent and ugly intrusive thoughts (due to my OCD), and have for years. Not as bad as it used to be, but still have some at least once a day.

I consider myself disabled due to my severe executive dysfunction that I’ve had for years, as well as for other reasons.

I also have severe imposter syndrome that I deal with 24/7.

I have special interests (Wings Of Fire, Harry Potter (I really love the marauders), Dragons, and Neurodivergency + Disabilities + Disorders), hyperfixations (current ones are nonhumanity and nonhuman gear), verbal shutdowns, shutdowns and meltdowns, am often in burnout, and mask quite a lot.

I’m in therapy, go every week, and love my therapist so much. /gen

Please use tone tags/indicators when talking to me. They are greatly helpful and appreciated. Thank you!

I’m taken by my lovely long distance mate, @itssiryapsalot @theremixedcreature.

I’m a minor (16-years-old).

I’m Agnostic, spiritual, and do not follow any God or Gods. I believe in past lives, fate, soulmates, twin flames, manifestation, the multiverse, the paranormal, witchcraft, and much more.

I’m a Reality Shifter and have shifted twice to parallel realities. (I’m a safe places for permashifters, respawners, and those who shift to realities where they’re a different race.)

I have one sibling (She/Her), @belles17 @fuckthisclubup. I love her loads, and yes, she is aware that I’m Nonhuman (and is totally chill with it).

My other Nonhuman accounts are: @sirius-the-lonely-angel and @malakaitheyappingwolf.

My Nonhuman Pinterest account is here.

More about me here.

I don’t feel like making a DNI, but my block button is my best friend, so get ready. Obviously, no anti-alterhumans, anti-furries, queerphobes, radqueers and radfems, TERFs, SWERFs, offending MAPs & Paraphiles & etc., sexists, racists, ableists (including those believe in “narcissistic abuse”), and etc. are allowed here. Also, those who are endo/non-traumagenic/etc. systems are safe here, so those against them can leave please.

Full credit to the original creators/owners of the dividers!!!

[monpalace]

ships .. (ocarina of time/majora's mask) link/reader, fierce deity/reader.

content .. the boys (separately) with a reader who feeds them well, and the fruits of their loving labor.

warnings .. unedited. no pronouns used (you/your). reader is implied to have more meat on their bones (vaguely). reader is in their housespouse era and they aren't even married (legally). non-graphic vomit and forgetting to eat mentioned (link). link and fierce deity are taller than reader. fierce deity is named aram for writings sake. reader is implied to be a god of sorts (fierce deity). fierce deity is literally my oc at this point.

notes .. my schnookums thought they could have big cheeks and get away from me? my cutie patooties thought that i wouldn't write about them eating right? my pookie bears thought that i wouldn't fulfill my duties as their #1? my baby faced sweethearts thought i wouldn't spend 2hrs looking for pictures like those? my favorite white boys? my honeybuns? my hollywood stars? my sugarpies?

i'll eat them. omnom

LINK has always been rather thin. That was especially the case when he was a child. Something about a Kokiri child's diet not fitting what a Hylian needed always kept him frail.

When you both were children, he had quickly gotten used to you plucking his arm when it was idle to compare his lack of fat to your surplus.

(He never minded. He always looked forward to being reminded why he put one foot in front of the other every day during his fight against Ganon, or repeated cycle after cycle when it came to Majora.)

(Funnily enough, you had always made fun of him for being shorter than you as a child as well. You always mentioned he needed to drink more milk and eat more cuccos so he'd one day pass you.)

It was when you were able to cook more than simple meals and wouldn't risk burning down your cottage that you would invite (force) Link over more often than you already have.

Link had always tried to limit his visits to when he absolutely needed to. Free food, bed, shelter, care, supplies, clothes, bathes (the list was endless), and whatnot were always appreciated, but he never wanted to become to comfortable lest he wake up one day (or night. Or afternoon. His internal clock was always ruined when it came to sleeping at your cabin) and decide not return to the world outside.

He does his best to turn down any seconds, or thirds, or fourths, or fifths, and so on you may offer him when he does stay long enough for you to finish whatever extravagant meal you made just for him.

Past experiences often make him sick (with trauma or physically) and result in him vomiting his food, but there's always more from you to replace what he had just eaten and the meal before (if he remembered to eat it).

What he can't finish at the table (or on the sofa, or in the bed), he takes with him when he leaves. Link is respectful in all meanings of the word and hates to leave anything to waste.

When it comes to thanks, he either finds ways to help around your cottage or brings back items from new regions for you to cook. Whether it be repairing the busted bathroom door you've been complaining about before fixing your water faucet so the pressure is what you want it to be, or bringing back a spice the Gorons specialize in you've mentioned wanting to try, Link typically feels his gifts fall lackluster when compared to your treatment of him.

(He trusts your skill and creativity enough to know you won't poison him on accident. He never brings back any recipes or instructions either if it's not a dangerous material.)

(He's always excited to try whatever new dish you've concocted, so his only condition is that you wait for his return to cook whatever it is he brought you. "A celebration, of sorts," he calls it.)

A look in a lone puddle had told him his cheeks had gotten fatter. He supposes he now understands why he was refused entry into one of the pubs when he had to retrieve Malon and Cremia's uncle.

He had noticed that the details of his arms were less visible through his shirts when a Goron had pinched one,— not in the same way you did when you were younger— he had mentioned that he had an amount of muscle and fat to be proud of before asking him to join a tournament. Any attempts prior to were quickly shut down.

During a day of horseback archery with the Gerudo, the sweltering sun had gotten to him enough that he had to remove his tunic and the shirt underneath to feel some sort of relief. One of the women who were training him took a look at his stomach and nodded approvingly, mentioning that he should praise his soon-to-be spouse for feeding him so well.

The last nail in the coffin came when he was riding Epona into Castle Town. His tunic felt uncomfortably small and his tights (curse those damned tights) felt as thought they were stretched more across the expanse of his thighs than they usually were.

He's back in your cottage when he finally vocalizes his thoughts, preferring you to any other tailor or seamstress in the country. "I've gotten to big for my clothes," he either sighs or signs to you while eating. His gaze held a thousand yards in them, idly watching his clothes move with the wind.

The tunic, hat, tights, boots hang outside the window on a string connected to your shed. They had to be washed after a (admittedly well-planned— even if they don't think) ambush by a hoard of chu-chus.

You throw a hazy look to them before returning to the bowl you were tirelessly mixing. You were making dinner, he thinks, or maybe it was in preparation for the big breakfast you were making with the variety of bread from the Gerudo he brought back.

You'd already given him a large snack earlier.

The thought makes him look down at the plate in his lap. Every spot of it was filled and piled with bread, and eggs, and meats, and jams. He couldn't see the white bottom of it even as he pushed and prodded around.

He takes a bite of it gratefully.

"I saw you before you left not even three days ago. You fit everything fine enough to me." At some point you had stopped stirring and held the bowl out to him. Link grabs something off the plate and dips it in without a thought, eating it before responding with a hum of approval. "I can make adjustments to then, if you'd like."

You leave the bowl with him before attending to something on the stove.

"Please," he responds, halfway through another bite of the (what he now recognized as) Gerudo bread and cocoa dip you had made. "Different pants would be nice, though. It'd be a nice excuse to finally get rid of those tights." Both tasted sweet by themselves, he realized, but left a calmer aftertaste that he'd like to savor.

"You've always hated the tights," you hum in response, moving from the stove to the coolers that he'd built you after bringing you a large fish that only lived in Zora's Domain. "What would you want to move on to now? Leggings? Shorts?"

Link watches you remove a pitcher from one of the coolers. He isn't sure how long it's been in there (he doesn't even remember watching you make it), but he assumes you took some ice out so the pink liquid wouldn't freeze over into complete ice.

He watches you try to take a cup from one of the cupboards, watching you struggle to grab his favorite one from the higher shelves.

He stands from the chair sat just outside the kitchen (he liked to watch you cook when you had the time), placing the bowl and plate on one of the many cleared counters (you liked to clean as you worked), and grabs the cup for you.

Link lowers his head with his hand when he hands the cup off, head resting upon the crown of yours as he watches you pour the pink liquid into it, idle arms wrapping around your waist as he makes some slick comment about eating enough milk and cuccos for your liking.

You don't elbow him in the stomach like you might have when you were younger and he doesn't hold the cup above your head teasingly like when he was younger to (— then again, he had to climb a counter to get it out of your reach.)

Instead, you wordlessly pass the cup back to him and he wordlessly drinks it despite not knowing what it was.

He likes it, as he does all your works, and notes how it was both sweet and sour. A taste that fills both his childhood need for sweet all the time and his older palate's need for other tastes.

Handing the cup back, Link tilts his head so he can press a kiss to your crown. "Anything you'd think I'd look good in," he finally responds, the flavor of the moment leaving a tooth-achingly sweet taste on his tongue.

ARAM is often humbled in your abode.

He may have acted arrogant to others in his younger years and horrifyingly aloof now that he's a more seasoned god, but he never failed to (willingly) crumble to his knees when in your presence during either times of his life.

He had no need for the sustenance mortals require, prayers and whispers of his name were always good enough for him, but he'd kiss the ground you walk on if it meant you'd bless him with another food you've created (he already does).

Aram is the provider to your fire-lit home, an arrangement the two have been living by for as long as he can remember.

He is the sword to your shield. The arrow to your quiver. The moon to ever burning sun (which he did create for you, after all). The wound for your gauze. The life to your world— and one cannot live peacefully without the other.

Your food had quickly become an addiction to Aram. He'd eat as much as often as he could, giving little response to when questioned why he loves it so much.

("Because it comes from your hands," he once explained hours later when you were sleeping. "Your hands, that create all. That nourish all it touches and replenishes all that is extinct. I am your antithesis, and I must destroy that which I love."

(You never had the heart to ask again.)

He has enough sense to slow his eating around you. One concerned comment about him choking was enough for him to indulge in needless your wishes, but a question regarding its taste had him eating like a mortal.

His relationship with food prior to getting hooked onto yours was brief and filled with obligation. He never ate to feel full, only to make the people he was fighting with shut up and leave him out of whatever conversation they were having.

It never lingered in his stomach like a warm fireplace that others had described it as. It never made him warm and filled with love. It never gave him the energy he needed to keep fighting.

It just went through his digestive tract (why did he even have one?) and disappeared like an heavy smog finally dispersed by a strong gust of wind before he had to fight again.

When a war was over, you always came. You took the battle-shaken soldiers away when it was their time and healed their ailments if they were able to withstand everything. You went through war-stricken cities and set everything as they should have been. You feed and clothe and bandage and sew and reunite and Aram isn't sure why he lingered.

He's seen the effects of what you can do long after you've left. He knows of the good you're capable of doing just as much as he knows the bad he can cause.

He craves your touch when he sees it at its peak. He indulges himself when he sees it first-hand.

Aram understands what the soldiers mean when you beckon him closer and offer him food, uncaring of how he stands tall above all else.

The soup warms his insides. The flavor resides on his tongue hours after he's finished it. His energy, though far from depleted, had made him feel as though he were a youngling again.

He craves more.

The addiction to your presence and your food (and subsequently, you) had started then. It's an event he could easily recall when asked, one he would happily recount to you if you ever forgot where his devotion to you started.

Meeting after a war or battle had become frequent enough that he had finally learned your name; not some silly alias those who followed you often referred to you as. He felt like one of those lovesick children soldiers talk about, tripping over himself and his words.

He's curious to you, an admirer more than a stalker, fortunately. When he wasn't on the battlefront, he was always hovering around as you worked, busying his hands with whatever task you've given him after noticing his lack of mortality.

You treated him well; doing so even after the era of wars were long gone and he was seldom needed. You cared for him as though he were one of the many wounded soldiers with no family to return to once all was done and said— and to an extent, he was.

He's eating when you bring attention to his softer thigh.

You were reading to him, a romantic thriller that held as much of his attention that your captivating voice did. His gaze focused heavily on you, watching as you lick your lips after each page, how your eyes rake over the page to ensure the tone you speak the next sentence in is correct. He notes how you shift less often, how he doesn't have to move you further up his lap so you can lean against his stomach.

"It's not as painful to sit on you anymore." Aram doesn't think that line was in the book, but he doesn't mention it. It dawns that you were talking to him when you look up, using your finger as a bookmark as you closed the book around it. "Have you gained weight?"

He's a big man; it's a fact he's known since the beginning of his existence. He has large arms, muscles well know for how he snatched prey up to bring back to you. His height made it a simple feat to reach into the trees and capture any avian you wanted to experiment with that night. His legs that would stomp on any fish swimming downstream during a day at the lake you suggested.

He was sculpted by the Goddesses themselves. If they hadn't meant for his body to change along with his lifestyle, they wouldn't have designed him to dough.

(He'd never be ashamed in the fact either. He was contented knowing he had someone to dote over him constantly; a sentiment he had gained after recalling a conversation with wedded soldiers.)

(Also, the prospect of defacing what the Goddesses had long since disgraced was exciting, in a way.)

Aram doesn't look at himself, already well-acquainted with his body as his brow raises in amusement. "You feed me well, My Grace," he responds with a peck on your temple, "I would hope to become more comfortable for your pleasure." He refused to stop eating as he indulged you in conversation, the leg you sat on jumping once in place of his busy hands.

You hum that sweet, quiet hum of yours that Aram has come to associate with your contentedness (he aimed to hear to several tomes every day). Removing yourself from his lap, discarding the novel to the side as you raise your hands to cup his cheeks. "It suits you. You look healthy. Happy."

"Did I look ill before?"

You don't fluster as you might have like in your younger years. He's honored to have grown alongside you, reminiscent of the older couples you've both watched and escorted when he was still an active god.

The same filling feeling your food gives him fills his heart. The lingering sense of peace that he felt since meeting you dancing through his body when your thumbs rub the apples of his cheeks, the softest and fondest gaze anyone's ever given him in your eyes.

"No," you answer in a quiet voice only he'd be able to hear. "Never. You've always looked perfect."

And Aram has never been more thankful that he separated himself from the Goddesses as he preens under your touch. Never been more thankful that he lingered after the war was done. Never been more thankful that he had readjusted his psyche to more readily accept your gifts and affection.

He frees a hand to cradle to back of your head, a threat to all that aren't you, and brings you beneath his chin in a protective gesture. "As have you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "And as you always will be."

[zeldacd]

Notttt what I had planned on drawing for my next Zora May (and technically this wasn't supposed to be a Zora May entry. It was just me drawing another disconnected scene from AU plot cause i guess I'm incapable of actually sitting down and writing a story from start to finish)

(big inhale) BUT I was getting frustrated with the thing I was drawing and started doing something else. (DW I'll go back to it. eventually.)

So here. Zora May (Still not actually even May) prompt is ummm Well I guess this could fall under Bejeweled LOL. Or just AU/OC.

AU plot/context under the cut cause boi I'm gonna start rambling

Okeeeyy so I may have mentioned in previous AU posts ive made that my lake zora have a tendency to be hostile to Hylians and to a lesser extent other humans in my AU due to like. Previous strained relations regarding the Zora queen. But Kaluga himself being a Zora too young to really remember war between them and the Hylians doesn't really harbor specific hatred for humans (typical millennial jk). But he has a naturally antagonistic/narcissistic nature that leads him to be hostile towards them anyway.

SO. Refresher out of the way. In the current events of the story he's kind of getting up to the age to take the throne and even find a queen, but when he encounters the main group he is immediately smitten with Gan. So basically he's like, "Oh okay, this one is mine. I have now decided." and kidnaps him to marry. Think Bowser I suppose (LMFAO). They don't actually end up getting married (sad, I know JK), but the main group just plays along for a while when the wedding is being planned/prepared because this allows them to explore Zora's Domain (mostly) freely. Which they would not have had an opportunity to do otherwise. Due to Zora not being too keen on humans.

I'm not really explaining the events in FULL detail. cause I mean I will (I dunno if I ever will but I do hope to) actually write this AU out in like..... fic form.

I really just need to make a schedule I'm starting to notice I tend to not commit to shit unless I adhere to a strict schedule... lol.

[l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft]

please tell us what you have to say about pre-calamity characters. I ate up your analysis on the Akkala citidel.

Oh my gosh wait that’s so nice of you thank you! I fear you may be underwhelmed cos that post was probably the best work I’ve ever done or ever will do lol. I do LOVE all the little people who live in my head though so I shall share some of them :)

My first and possibly favourite is Dilia who lives rent free in my head as the castle Royal Head Librarian. He's Hylian and about in late 20s to early 30s. Any sensible library's gonna have library staff and so I created him as part of that. I imagine there's also about five or six additional librarians as well under his leadership who help with organising the books and keeping the place all neat and tidy :) He was also brought on a bit because I got to thinking about how much time Zelda probably spent in the library researching ancient technology. I like to think she came to trust him as she grew up and saw him as like a cool older brother or uncle figure :) My guy probably had his role as castle librarian passed down to him by his mother or father, so he's lived there his whole life and knows all there is to know about the histories of Hyrule. He's a walking font of knowledge and I definitely think he and the court poet have compared notes before on the events of the first Great Calamity. He's got a penchant for forgetting the castle library hours and leaving it open well into the night because he's gotten too comfy at his desk and forgot to check the time periodically lol He's just a big ol nerd and I love him deeply, and so he got to survive the Calamity and move to Kakariko Village because I don't want him to die horribly.

I also, while we're on the subject, LOVE the court poet. He's not an OC, but he's an integral part of the world that I think about him enough to have headcanoned him to life lol. I read 'A Hylian Romance' by sillythings on Ao3, and he's called Chanson in that so that's what I call him XD I absolutely LOVE this because regular royal courts would have some person who is purely there to entertain the lords and ladies at banquets and meetings and the like. And so rather than have a Fool, they had Chanson. I love thinking about this witty, sassy guy who would have been the SINGULAR person in the castle allowed to openly insult King Rhoam to his face and not get executed for it (such was the privilege of court Fools and Poet).

The next one requires a bit of my personal thoughts on the rank system for the Hyrule military, but I'll TRY to keep it brief. Basically, we see soldiers' weapons, knights' weapons, royal guards' weapons, and royal weapons in-game. I was thinking about the training facilities in Hyrule Castle itself, and there's really not a whole lot there. It's mostly indoors as well, which isn't ideal for maximum army training. HOWEVER! Outside of the castle grounds we see the Military Training Camp (obviously), the Akkala Citadel, and the Coliseum. MY personal theory is that the Coliseum is actually another combat training camp rather than a coliseum for entertainment and I'll have to make a post on THAT after this to explain why lol ANYWAY! That tells me that the Hyrulean military force was sort of ranked Soldier -> Knight -> Royal Guard -> Royal Family. The soldiers probably trained at the Military Training Camp because of how little we see of stone ruins. It wasn't made as sturdily as the Castle, Akkala Citadel, or Coliseum, and thus would be fitting of the lowest ranked fighters to train there. Rauru Settlement is right there, and so I think that was where most of the soldiers and their families lived, and I just LOVE the idea of all the bright-eyed young people of Hyrule coming from all over the kingdom to train under the banner of the crown together. And they spend the entire day working their BUTTS off training in this new, grueling regiment that's kind of made to weed out anyone less dedicated (like bootcamp essentially), and then hurry home back down the hill to sit by a fire together and dance and enjoy eachothers' company.

(side note, I think Hylians are a very musical race. Not for any particular reason other than I love the idea of fun Hylian festivals) Let's seeeee, et me rapid fire off a few of my other ones before this post becomes too long XD -Love the idea of bringing back Talon and Malon (and Ingo I guess) pre-calamity who raise the finest horses in all of Hyrule that usually even make it to the castle itself as the royal family and royal guards' mounts - Ronin is a knight character I've been slow cooking in my head who's posted at one of the gatehouses in the castle, and he's got a lil secret (except it's not actually very secret cos everyone else in his regiment know) thing for one of the castle maids, Enid. And the go to a festival together one day when they have time off and I love them dearly - They don't have a name yet, but I've ALSO been thinking of the potential for a religious figure (a high preist or priestess or smthn) who oversees worship at the Castle Town Cathedral. I feel like it was more of a shrine to Hylia that had a lot of believers come and go rather than weekly services, but there still would have been someone who lived there and maintained the cathedral grounds - THE BELL RINGER! Again, they don't have a name, but I found the bell tower one of my first playthroughs of botw and the bell ringer has had me in a choke hold ever since. This strange, quiet outsider who was more in tune with Hyrule than anyone else and who was content to just sit in their tower most days and watch the people below. BUT ALSO the absolute tragedy as Calamity Ganon swarmed the towers when it emerged and would have corrupted and infected the bell ringer with the potent malice and killed them before they even had a chance to escape.

idk I just think pre-calamity is SO neat and one day I'd love to write a bunch of character anthologies but first I gotta get up the motivation XD

[flutteringfable]

obligatory 2023 art summary post! yippee!!! :3

wowza, while i was gathering art to post for this, it hit me just how much ive drawn this year! hope you guys enjoy the big ol 2023 art dump hehehe

blood + gun warning for one of the first pieces, but the rest of them are safe!

first section! these are from january-february of this year :3

i should really draw @nick-nocturne more, especially since they got a cool new vtuber model! (i will admit i am partial to the cat, but that may be because i just really like drawing anthro characters XD)

the crush soda girl is a favorite drawing of mine, shes just so cute and i’m happy with the design i came up with <333

TASU GETS TO BE EDGY!!! i need to draw remnant tasu more lolz

some cute fluffy art of mine and @sadlesbiancafe’s danganronpa oc x canons <3 mukuro holding tsukis face is still something im super proud of it looks so good 💛💛💛

my artfight pfp that was actually drawn for my birthday this year and repurposed XD

valentine’s venti! not much to say, just a cute boy with a bouquet of cecilias :3

section 2! these are march through may i believe?

venti meme. again not much else to add lmao

a fun pony design i made of @gravemakesgames’ vtuber nai! i should really make one for grave’s sona and mizu too :3c

silly scara and dottore meme because the post used in the art is literally just dottore lmao

some sonadow art based on the april fools game! i hope we get something similar this year from sega, i would love another silly cute visual novel <3

nagito meme. yup.

venti but he’s monika from the hit psychological horror game doki doki literature club

hajime with that one autistic meme

my dogperson genshin oc, kimura ando!

art fight stuff!

from left to right we have:

opal, owned by feraljayce

lorikeet, owned by sunshinesleeper

solana, owned by kikosdath

vivienne, owned by okaenus

pigeon scribble, owned by Morse_kch

nyan, owned by LillianOfTheValley

pop rocks, owned by kitsuanna

bug, owned by hylian

all of these ocs were so fun to draw, i can’t wait for this year’s af!

unsure when these were done, presumably sometime in august-september iirc?

i’m getting sleepy, so no more commentary. sorry 😭 will rb with the rest of the art lolz

[loz-reforged]

howdy reforged readers!! i'm working on building up my buffer, and i have some scenes coming up in which i'll need to fill the background with some characters, so i'm putting out a cameo call :]

to submit your characters simply reply or reblog with a ref of your character! feel free to include as much info as you feel is necessary (pronouns, design notes, brief personality snippet, etc) but please try to keep it brief <3

at the moment I am mostly looking for yiga and hylian characters, but i will gladly accept any! LoZ and non LoZ characters are welcome, HOWEVER i will be changing any non LoZ ocs to better suit the world. i may also take creative liberties or simplify characters if need be

please note that it is not GUARANTEED your character will make an appearance in the comic. i'll be picking those i know i'll enjoy drawing most or who will best fit within the scenes required

[jadedrrose]

𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞)

Rose, a young girl, finds her life crumbling to pieces within a singular day. But just when she thinks all hope is lost, a voice calls to her, and offers her the chance to rebuild her life. With no other options left, she takes it.

The first chapter to the Sooga fic I've been mentioning for a while now! This is my first OC x Character fic I've ever done, so it's a bit different from my normal stuff. Full synopsis and other info is on my masterlist! I hope anyone who reads it enjoys!

Why had things turned out this way? Nobody deserved a fate such as this, being murdered for a crime they weren’t even aware of committing. It was a thought that had entered the young girl’s mind, though briefly, as she was more preoccupied with thoughts of survival; the need to run to safety, wherever it may be. Though now, the girl wasn’t so sure, as her home had just been invaded. And the people of her village seemingly did nothing to stop it.

Her parents had been murdered right before her eyes. Hylian knights, in their silver armor with the royal emblem engraved into them, had forced their way into the home, shouting and terrifying the girl. Her mother had told her to run, though not where to. The last words she had spoken before being shoved to the floor and killed were “Run, Rose! You must survive, my dear!”

Rose began to run away at that moment, exactly as her mother told her to. Out the back door of the small home, out into the cold, snowy terrain. She was hardly dressed for such weather, but that was the least of her concerns as she forced her feet to continue moving. Her home was on the outskirts of Tabantha village, but certainly not out of sight from the other homes. So why had the others done nothing to help?

Nevertheless, she ran toward the other homes, making her way to one cottage in particular. 

Fist banging against the door, Rose desperately tried to get the attention of the sleeping residents. It took one moment of standing out on the ice covered porch, but one owner of the home did answer. An old lady- one of her village’s elders. She didn’t have any technical authority, but she was somebody that everybody could look up to; especially the children. 

The woman gasped, shocked to see the crying child at her doorstep, especially at an hour so late into the evening. “Rose, what has happened? Why are you here so late?”

Through one choked sob, the girl inhaled deeply, before gasping out:

“They killed my parents.”

—

Rose had spent the rest of that night in the elder’s home, hidden away out of fear that the royal Hylian soldiers would come searching for her as well. 

The old woman had warmed the girl up, giving Rose blankets to snuggle up in and some snacks for her to eat as she stayed in the back room of the cottage, nearby a wardrobe that she could jump into should any more knights show up. The woman’s husband kept watch throughout the early morning hours. Rose waited anxiously, too frightened of possibly being found to even process what had just happened to her hours earlier. Every moment, she sat frozen with terror; the fear of hearing the old man’s signal for her to hide clouding her mind.

But it never came.

At dawn, the Hylian knights finally left Tabantha village, deciding that the wanted child must have escaped elsewhere. Half of the soldiers went north, to search for her around Snowfield Stable. The others apparently went toward Rito Village, from what the old man had overheard. He’d also heard the captain mention the words “that’s if she even survives in this cold”. 

When daylight finally arrived, Rose came out of her hiding spot. The girl was given some time to decompress, before the two elders sat her down to have a talk. She listened, though with every word she heard, the feeling of dread only rose within her. The elders explained that her family was wanted by the Hylian royal family, and that she must leave Tabantha if she desired to live on. They instructed her to make her way over to the Rayne Highlands, where her aunt lived; someone who supposedly had answers as to why her parents were hunted down and murdered.

After being given some food, clothing and a horse to take on her journey, the elders wished Rose farewell, watching as the frame of her and the horse grew smaller and smaller, soon disappearing on the horizon.

—

The trip was just over three hours long.

Rose could see the ancient column ruins peeking out from over the hills, and it was then she knew that she’d finally made it. Though she couldn’t shake the sense of dread that flooded her veins.

Trying to ignore the unwelcome feeling, the young girl continued on, guiding her horse over to the side of the road. Supposedly, her aunt lived in a small cottage near some trees in the Rayne Highlands. But, Rose didn’t see a single tree in the surrounding area. Was this really the right place?

The elders had mentioned craters being nearby her aunt’s cottage as well; how they’d be on the right of the road should she be on the right track. So, Rose craned her neck to look over on her right side. Sure enough, it seemed there was a gap in the hills, as well as a dip into lower grounds. That must’ve been it, then.

The brunette veered her horse off to the side of the road, having the creature slow down to a stop so that she could hop off of it and make her way over to find the trees. The road over there was much too uneven and rocky to bring a horse onto, so the girl figured leaving her horse behind would be best. 

With her left hand, Rose stroked the horse’s mane gently, calmly telling it to stay before walking off in the correct direction.

She spotted a tree, and a smile, the first one she’d produced in many hours, formed upon her face. She’d done it. Rose had found her aunt’s home, and would soon be able to get the answers she needed so desperately. She broke out into a sprint, beelining for the trees as quickly as possible. 

Though the quicker she ran, the faster the smell of smoke filled her lungs. 

Why did it smell so strongly of a fire? Perhaps her aunt had one going outside? It was fairly cold, after all. Rose clung onto that idea as she kept running, eyes searching for any sign of smoke or a cottage.

She rounded the end of the hill, turning to the other end of it which faced the edges of Hyrule. And as she did so, the feeling of dread suddenly made sense. 

A fire, a big one at that, is what met her eyes. Black smoke clouded the air, seemingly exploding out of the burning cottage. Rose’s eyes grew wide at the sight, her stomach sinking as all hope she’d had was stripped from her. Just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, everything got so, so much worse. 

Collapsing to the ground, the girl began to scream, clawing at her hair as mixed emotions flooded her. Despair and anger raged through her, overtaking her as she was forced to accept it: all of her family was dead. She was the only one left. 

Rose was alone. All alone, with nobody left to care for her, at thirteen years old. Such a young age, her entire life ahead of her, yet now it felt as though all of that was taken from her. 

And it was all the royal family’s fault. 

—

Hours and hours went by before the fire finally put itself out. Though, the rain that had washed in did help some. Rose, who was now approaching what remained of the cottage, had passed out underneath a tree, her small body too overcome with grief and frustration. The horse she’d brought was long gone, having run away as soon as the rain started. So truly, she was completely alone now.

There wasn’t much left of the home. The foundation, chimney, and some structural pieces survived, though barely. Carefully, Rose stepped into the ash, eyes scanning the ground around her, searching for anything that had made it through the fire. There was nothing to her right, unless smashed glass and the ashes of wood and household objects counted. Looking to her left, Rose looked around what she assumed was the kitchen area. Some more broken glass, pots and pans were scattered on the brick cooking area. Nothing of use. 

Next, Rose looked around what used to be her aunt’s bed, cautiously prodding around to see if there was anything she could salvage. Not finding anything, she was about to give up and leave the burned cottage, but then a glimmer underneath the broken bed caught her eye. Bending downward, Rose reached for it, fingers meeting something cool. A blade of some sort. Carefully, she picked it up, finding that there was a leather-bound notebook with a dagger tied against it. The notebook would probably be useless, but the dagger would at least be some form of protection. 

Pulling the dagger out from the journal’s bindings, the brunette girl examined it, unsure of whether or not it was of good quality. She’d never really used any weapons before, since her parents had always said she was too young. So, she decided it was good enough for her, and tucked it back into the notebook, leaving the ashes of her aunt’s home. 

Rose beelined for the trees she’d slept under before, figuring all she could do for now was rest some more and read the journal that survived the fire. Sitting underneath the same one she’d slept against earlier, she opened up the notebook and was surprised to see a few purple rupees fall out from between the pages. She gathered them before sliding them into her pocket, and then continued to look through the pages. The notebook itself seemed to have no purpose; there was no structure whatsoever as to what was written in it. The first page was a recipe, the next was a list of medical herbs, and after that was a short diary entry. It wasn’t very detailed at all, and all it consisted of was how her aunt had traveled to Tabantha Bridge stable that day. The next five or so pages were similar to the first three, until finally something of interest caught Rose’s eye.

‘Yesterday, my brother and his wife moved to Tabantha Village. They stopped by for dinner and to rest. I figured they would need the help so I decided to join them on the last half of their journey. The house they moved into is decent enough, keeps the cold out. I’m sure it’s a drastic difference compared to their old situation. It certainly was for me.

They told me something, too. Apparently they’re expecting a child. It’s their main reason for why they left to live in Tabantha. I wish them luck.’

The brunette’s eyes widened in interest. So her entire family had come to live on the western side of Hyrule, then. Turning the page, she continued to read through the next few entries, until another one that mentioned her popped up.

‘I visited Rose for the first time since she was born today. She’s a lovely little thing. Incredibly smart for a toddler, too. It seems she’s already showing signs of being able to use the ancient arts. She would’ve been the perfect little warrior had they not left.

Aside from that, she’s normal for a kid her age. She enjoys playing with the animals around the village and colors a lot. I can’t wait to see how she turns out.’

She skimmed through the next dozen entries, none of which contained any further information about her parents or herself. But finally, she turned to the last entry in the diary. It was short, and her aunt’s handwriting seemed more frantic. As the girl read through it, alarm bells went off within her head.

‘The royals have found us out. They’re supposedly heading for Tabantha Village and my cottage at this very moment. I just hope they don’t harm Rose, should they not escape. She had no part in the-’

The journal cut off there. After feeling nothing but numbness for hours, the emotions began flowing through Rose all over again. Tears running down her pale cheeks, she shut the notebook and hugged it tightly, sniffling as she trembled. So the royals killed her family off for what, existing? She still couldn’t fully understand it, though. It wasn’t as though they were the only ones to exist within Hyrule, so why her family? 

Letting out a choked sob, Rose squeezed her eyes shut, wishing this was all a horrific dream. How could she go on? 

“Come, little one.”

Head shooting up, Rose looked around with wide eyes. Had somebody found her? The main road wasn’t visible from where she was sitting, so there was no way a traveler had spotted her from there. 

Scanning the surrounding area, Rose found nothing. But the voice beckoned to her again.

“Follow my voice, young one.” 

Standing up, Rose took small steps forward, fear coursing through her veins. What if it was a trap?  Although, did she really care anymore? Her parents and aunt were gone, she had nobody left. So why continue onward, really? 

Creeping forward, she went in the direction the voice had seemingly come from. A faint pink glow was coming from the main road, and as Rose got closer to it, she realized it was a fairy. 

“The fairy will lead you to me, my child.”

Surely, no Hylian soldiers could use a fairy to lure her. deciding it was safe, she increased the speed of which she walked, now breaking into a light jog as she followed behind the fairy. It led her down the road and around the side of it, into a nearly hidden path between the massive rocks of the hills. 

Out of breath now, she finally reached the top, finding a sort of… pond, in front of her? It was a peculiar sight; flowers and all sorts of growth surrounding the water, almost like something she’d seen in a fairytale book. In the center of the shallow waters, there was a huge flower bud, seemingly shut. As her feet reached the pond, the ground rumbled. Panicking, Rose was about to run away when the flower bud burst open, and out came an incredibly large woman. 

“My child, why are you all alone?” 

Startled, but less scared now, Rose stared up at the woman, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, it clicked within her head. Though it was something she’d assumed to be a rumor, here it was before her eyes...

A Great Fairy.

“My… my parents were killed,” she answered, voice slightly choked up. “I came from Tabantha Village and… they killed my aunt too…”

“Oh, you poor thing,” the fairy cooed, reaching out to carefully stroke Rose’s hair with a single finger. “My child, you have nowhere to go, do you?”

Shaking her head, Rose confirmed the fairy’s thoughts. 

“Just as I thought. Well, you’re in luck, little flower,” the pink-haired fairy gave her a small smile. “You can stay here, and I shall speak with my sisters on what we can do to aid you.”

“R-really?” Rose stuttered, completely shocked. The Great Fairies were going to help her? 

“Of course. The rocks should keep you protected from any weather, there’s edible plants growing here, and my fountain should provide enough warmth for you.”

“Thank you,” Rose looked downward, suddenly feeling as though she were going to cry again. 

“Oh! Don’t cry, my dear. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. And, why don’t you tell me your name, hm?”

“It’s… Rose,” she managed to say, failing to fight the tears that began slipping through. 

“Rose. What a perfect name for such a pretty girl. I am Kaysa, one of the four Great Fairies in Hyrule.”

—

After spending a few days near Kaysa’s fountain, the fairy finally broke the news to Rose that she and her sisters had come up with a plan for her.

It was about noon, and Rose was currently sitting against one of the sides of the hill that hid Kaysa’s fountain. She’d had one of the many carrots that grew around the fountain as a snack a few moments prior, and was now basking in the sunlight, watching the small fairies that floated around the fountain. 

The ground rumbled, and Kaysa burst from the giant flower bud, beaming at Rose. 

“Little flower, I bring good news!”

Standing up eagerly, Rose got closer to the fountain to hear what Kaysa had to say. 

“My sisters and I have come up with a wonderful plan! Do you know where Satori Mountain is, my child?”

Rose nodded, having a vague idea on how to get to said mountain. It was visible from the top of the hills in the Tabantha region, and some nights there would be an odd glowing emanating from the top of the mountain. 

“Wonderful. We’ve arranged for you to live on the southern end of it. A cottage to live in right near a pond that provides plenty of resources for you!”

“A… cottage?” Rose stammered, wondering how they could’ve possibly gotten one built so quickly, or just… how they could even build one in the first place. From what she could tell, the fairies couldn’t leave their fountains. This made no sense.

“Indeed. Through magic, my dear,” Kaysa added, sensing Rose’s confusion.

“Oh…” that didn’t explain much, but nevertheless, Rose smiled, feeling hopeful once again. 

“All that we ask for is rupees,” Kaysa then explained, nonchalantly. Rose frowned in response. She didn’t have any rupees, aside from the couple hundred her aunt had left in the journal. Rose highly doubted that would be enough to repay the Great Fairies. 

“I… don’t have much to give you,” Rose mumbled, disappointedly.

“Oh, don’t worry, little flower!” Kaysa stroked the girl’s long, brunette hair with a single finger, “you can repay us over time.”

Nodding, Rose agreed to that condition. “Okay…”

“And one last thing,” Kaysa announced, “when you’re of age, my sisters and I will have you begin your training.”

“Training…?” Rose echoed, unsure of how they’d be able to do so from within the flower buds.

“We came to the agreement that when you turn fifteen, the four of us shall mentor you to become… The Great Fairies’ Warrior.” 

[reiguns]

may we see the rito oc?

Omg yes!! So far I have a sketch where I got so frustrated trying to figure out the Rito anatomy that I ended up just tracing over the generic model and tried to make my pigeon boi lol. I’m not super happy with his look, I think I’m gonna fix his silhouette to be a little beefier, but I understand the proportions better now at least!

His name is Aseli, I made him for Linktober Quest’s 2021 prompts that I one day hope to finish drawing stuff for!! He’s based off a Mindanao bleeding heart dove, he’s a performer and a dramatic bitch lmao

I made a Zora OC too! His name is Mijen, he’s a prince of his domain, and he’s based off an orca whale. He’s also a character I wrote for LQ2021, and I liked him so much I put him in my LQ2022 story hehe. He’s protective of his people and kinda reckless, he gets hurt every time he shows up lol. Also, he’s a total mama’s boy

I wrote so much lore about my Hylian OC and Ganondorf for these Linktober Quest prompts lmao it’s so self-indulgent 🥴 My 2022 answers had them go from childhood friends to besties to lovers to enemies

Thank you for asking btw!! I’m shy about sharing my OCs 👉👈 Sorry I ended up info dumping about my Linktober Quest sketches 😅

[neverchecking]

Two on One Special

I PROMISED AND ITS HERE. At damn near 2 AM.

Anyway, for those who don't know, one of my wives @angry-trashcan and I had the beautiful idea of letting our OC's meet. Obviously only good things could come from that. Hence, this!

Smut so MDNI! 18+

Smut CW: Threesomes, two girls one guy, Sage is SUCH a lucky bastard. Girls kissing. <333 Over 3.7 K words of just pure smut.

Aaliyah X Ceres x Sage smut below >:D

Hands brushed along the flesh of her skin in a tauntingly light touch as a razor’s edge of an inky claw drew the palest of lines against her skin. She swallowed a harsh glob of saliva, daring to meet the harsh irises of topaz staring back at her. It seemed as if streams of lightning danced in her eyes as she watched every microexpression cross her facial features. Every inflection was cataloged and noted as the hand crawled further, now brushing against her thigh.

Their skin tones, while similar, contrasted greatly in a harsh juxtaposition of their time spent in the sun. It had to be similar, right? Since traveling with the chain, she had spent quite a fair bit of time in the sun, but perhaps the other had spent longer since she had been part of her Sage’s entire journey? That had to be it, right? Or perhaps her skin just tanned easier than her own? Or-9

“You think so loudly, doll.” Goddess, Ceres couldn’t say she had ever been so attracted to a voice before, but something about the Sheikah’s had her spine stiffening. The tilt of it had been dangerously smooth and effortlessly erotic, like a succubus had whispered every filthy thought known to Hylian-kind. Every syllable that dripped from her cinnamon kissed lips had her nerves simultaneously relaxing before tensing all over again for a whole new reason. 

The hand never stopped. 

The movement was smooth, never faltering, never slowing. Clear and precise on where it was headed and how exactly it would get there. It was almost frightening the amount of confidence the movement held. How much conviction the woman held with every single movement she made. 

Ceres’ breath hitched in her throat when then hand graced its destination. Dexterous fingers brushed against the thin material her tights were made up of; nowhere near thick enough to truly dampen the pressure of the simple action. It had its intended effects, making her suck in a harsh, satisfying breath as her thighs twitched. 

Aaliyah allowed a frustratingly devious smirk to upturn her lips, moving the palm of her hand to rest on the other’s pelvis so her thumb could be free to move taut circles along the bundle of nerves. The action was slow and teasing in ways that could not be put into words with how overwhelmingly understimulating it was. 

The Sheikah had an effortless grace to her. One honed and sharpened by years of training and trials she has both overcome triumphantly and learned from her failures. Teachings that have earned her a careful control over every inch of her being. Nothing happened to her without her knowledge or allowance. 

A hum left from low in her throat as her thumb gave up, instead moving up to the band of her tights, fingers wrapping around the hem as her other hand joined from the opposing side. “I think I’m quite over these. May I?” The lightning in her eyes sparked once, twice, three times in a show of shadowy lust. Something she didn’t seem unfamiliar with in any way if her actions said anything. 

Contrarily, Ceres gave a shaky nod, a shuddering breath rocking her ribcage. 

“Words,doll.” Came the simple demand. 

“Y-Yes. You can-may. You may.”

Aaliyah hummed once more and in a single swift movement her tights had been discarded somewhere off the bed, any undergarments following swiftly after. Her thighs were spread, leaving her cunt open and exposed to the Sheikah, who gazed like a predator would eye its prey. Her smirk lost its sharp edge, instead turning into something brimming with excitement. Something that seemed to buzz with anticipation and suspense, as if she were barely holding herself back.  One of her hands returned, pressing a cool palm to her thigh before pushing it back, testing the limits of her flexibility. “Will you let me make you feel good, doll? Let me treat you like the divinity you are?” 

At this point, Ceres would let her do anything she asked of her. Anything just to hear the drawl of that word once more. Doll. Just the sound of it had her keening, back arching in a delicious curve that had the Sheikah startling back for a moment before she was collecting herself once more. With a shake of her head, curtains of white flickering across her face, she recollected herself before pinning both thighs back. “As tempting as that is, doll, I need words.” 

Always words. She needed words. Confirmation. Verbal consent. 

And if that wasn’t the hottest fucking thing Ceres had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. 

“Golden three above, Aaliyah if you don’t do something I’ll consider even Koridai at this point-”  Any complaints were cut off by a choked yell as something flat and wet dragged right between her labia lips. Flicking right against her clit, Ceres saw stars behind her eyelids as her hips bucked wildly. She hadn’t even meant to do that, but the band of tension had just been snapped by the sweet relief of the other’s tongue. Even that miniscule movement had her all but dripping on the sheets beneath her. When Aaliyah pulled back, licking her lips as if savoring the taste, a humorous smile upturned her eyes, making them shine like the stars were plucked from the sky just to put the constellations in her eyes. “I don’t know who this Koridai is, but rest assured, you will not leave my hold without being satisfied to the point the only name you remember is mine.” 

“Now, that’s not very nice.” 

Aaliyah’s face seemed to go through the seven stages of grief at the entrance of the new voice, throwing a disinterested look over her shoulder. “What do you want?”

“Am I not invited, snowdrop?” 

“No. Go away.” 

A harsh smack rang through the room, though no burn followed from where Ceres expected one to be. Instead, Aaliyah has shot up, lips raising in a snarl as her canines gleamed, practically snarling at the man behind her. 

Sage simply smirked, rubbing the cheek he had smacked. “You seem occupied. I’ve got it back here.Go back to what you were doing. Or rather- who you were doing.”

“Bite me.” Aaliyah snipped, but did as told, sliding Ceres closer with the grip on her thighs. Deceptively gentle, her teeth dragged along tanned flesh, pressing soft peck after soft peck to every freckle she came upon. When the urge hit her, she suckled a dark marking into the plump flesh as her own personal signature. A reminder. 

Fingers wove into her snowy white hair, tugging at the roots as she inched closer to her destination, looking up through her lashes to Ceres’ own eyes. When there was no movement to pull her off, Aaliyah swept forward, tongue returning to its previous post. It lapped at her glistening cunt, leaving behind another sheen of spit, before stopping right on her clit, remaining nothing but a firm pressure. She didn’t move. 

That didn’t stop Ceres from squirming to the best of her abilities, tempted to pull on the hair in her grasp and ride the Sheikah’s face to her heart’s content. When she attempted to move her hips, another hand came up to press flush against her pelvis. While the nails were the same sharp, black talons the Sheikah had, the stained skin was not. 

She swallowed again, looking up at Sage. He looked disinterested, almost bored, as his other hand massaged Aaliyah’s ass. Moving the flesh up and down and squeezing it until it turned red in his grasp. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You see, when Aaliyah has her mind set on something,” His eyes snapped to hers, the icy sapphires freezing her to her spot. “She gets it. I’ll admit, I may have spoiled her a bit.” He raised his hand before slapping it against the other’s darker cheek, making it ripple under the hit as she hissed into the other’s clit. Ceres cried out at the sudden sensation which was both too much and not anywhere near enough. 

“But can ya blame me?” The hand fell from her ass, trailing between her thighs as two of his fingers slipped between the Sheikah’s own legs, curving and disappearing into her cunt.

It rocked her forward, further into Ceres own cunt, giving more pressure to the tongue pressed against her clit. Her grip on the other’s hair tightened, dissolving into a slight pull that rocked in time with her hips. 

“Atta girl.” Sage grinned, pumping his fingers steadily into the other woman, making her thighs quiver inwards as her eyes rolled back. While seeing Aaliyah on top of her was a sight, seeing her lose her mind while between her legs had Ceres appreciating this new side just a bit more. “Prepping our new toy so well for me.”

The tongue finally moved, flicking against the bundle of nerves before returning to circle around the nub. Whatever daze had fallen upon her had disappeared just as quickly as it had happened, It was quite impressive in all actuality. How quickly she could pick herself up and refocus, recenter her entire being to suit whichever situation she found herself in. 

With a muffled groan, which vibrated so deliciously against her spasming cunt, Aaliyah moved one of her hands to hold her weight, craning her neck to focus entirely on the other’s clit while her other hand dared to press against her sopping opening. It traced the edges of her cunt before prodding against the fleshy walls, fighting against any resistance easily. The digit immediately hooked itself, following the natural curve of her inner walls before lifting itself upwards. And all the suns, moons and stars in the sky could not have prepped Ceres for the pinpoint accuracy the Sheikah had. Using the perfect amount of pressure at the exact angle with the copious amounts of teasing had her practically bursting at the seams. Blinding pleasure made her vision spotty as she practically howled, thighs clamping against the other woman’s head as her hips practically rode her tongue, another finger joining the first. They rocked and scissored in time with her tongue, which flicked and swirled over and over again, suckling against the bundle when she least expected the sudden jolt of pleasure. 

Her orgasm was over far too quickly, leaving her achingly empty when the Sheikah pulled away, pink tongue darting over her slick sheened lips. 

Her self-satisfied smirk was almost frustrating if not for the fact she had taken the other to see the golden three themselves. Hell, Ceres was sure she was still seeing stars. 

Sage chuckled, removing his own hands from either woman. One of them wrapped around Aaliyah’s throat, the cradle between his thumb and index finger lifting her chin as his other hand came to rest in front of her face. Two fingers, shiny and wet, pushed against her lips before she was obediently opening and licking them clean. 

“That’s my good girl.” The blond praised, which seemingly pleased the Sheikah if the shudder she let out was any indicator. “I suppose you’ve earned your reward, haven’t you?” His eyes once again pinned Ceres to her place, not that she had any intention of moving. Not with the way her brain buzzed with euphoria, placated and flooded with enough dopamine to choke a horse. “Let’s say you, huh, bluebell? Think you have one more in you?” 

Ceres wasn’t sure what compelled her to nod.

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She would never, no matter how much prep she had, get used to the feeling of him. Her walls would never be truly prepared for the girth he had, she would never remember how deep he actually was able to sink into her, she would never recall just how she could feel him in her stomach. Carving his place out in her cunt and doing his civil duty in reminding her. 

Goddess above, she loved being reminded. 

Loved the feeling of each and every one of his veins pressing against the most erotic spots, caressing against them in a slow, purposeful drag. Loved the sound of his balls, full and heavy and just aching to be drained, slapping against her thighs, marking them red with the repetitive motion. Loved the intimacy that came with every drag and push into her, remarking her as his. 

But what made this time truly different from the others was the other woman seated before her. 

Aaliyah could not describe just how truly effervescent she was. How badly she wanted to corrupt her. To absolutely ruin her for any other man or woman. To have her calling out her name even when she wasn’t there. 

What a dream. 

Sinking down onto Sage’s cock, she hissed low in her throat, feeling the man fight against the urge to jut up. She had to give the poor bastard credit where credit was due. He was endlessly careful with her whenever he got his paws on her, taking the time to thoroughly stretch her and make sure she had the proper aftercare after every rendezvous. She tried telling herself it was why she had stuck around so long originally, but deep in her chest she knew it was for a far more intimate, scary reason. 

They could play the fateful game of pretending that they were simply two roommates who appreciated a good casual fuck every now and then, but in all actuality it was something deeper. Something lacing their good morning kisses, when the sun barely showed its face and she was mid-curse out of Hylia’s name and he was nothing but a clingy leech desperately latching onto her to keep her in her place, cementing their place in each other’s life a little more with every passing second. When they were out on the road, wordlessly communicating effortlessly, a single glance telling them everything they needed to know. When the nights became cold and lonely and the only solace they had was in each other’s intertwined fingers, upturning dirt with every push forward as they crossed the boundary between friends and something more. 

It was a problem for a future version of her. Presently, she had too much else to focus on. 

“Great Din’s tits.” Dropped from her lips before she could really stop it. Before her, Ceres, the sweet doll, gently placed her hands on her shoulders, as if to ease the stretch. Aaliyah appreciated the silent comfort, even if it did very little. 

“Nice and slow, snowdrop. There ya go.” Sage crooned from beneath her, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs. His eyes shone in a silent question, aching to learn of any way he could help.  “Just like you always do.” 

It seemed like a full minute of slowly lowering until she was seated fully, his own crotch flush with her own. She felt just as full as she always did, the flat plane of her stomach rounding out just the slightest. After a moment, she leaned back, hands bracing themselves on his thighs as she watched Ceres. “You’re good to go, doll.”

The brunette blinked, eyes the color of the ocean widening a fraction. “Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you and-” 

Aaliyah chuckled, feeling the way her insides churned and squeezed around the imposing figure. Sage hissed in retaliation, gently digging his nails into her hips in a silent warning. “Doll, if you don’t sit your pretty little ass on his face, he’ll start crying.” 

“I will not-” 

“There’s no need to worry about me. I’ve done this enough times.” She gave her best attempt at a comforting smile. 

It seemed to work as the other woman carefully lifted one of her legs sliding over Sage’s awaiting face. In the last second, he glanced over at the Sheikah, locking eyes with her before moving one of his hands to ease her into place. He was letting her take the lead. 

Which was fine with her. 

Once the brunette was seated comfortably, Aaliyah let her nerves melt away, moving to grapple and hold onto the plump tanned flesh. Every part of Ceres was soft and plush, easy to move and hang onto. A deliciously good squeeze. Something Aaliyah would take damn good advantage of. Her hands moved to her breasts, weighing them in each palm before squeezing them, rolling them in her grip and feeling her nipples harden beneath it. Every pull and pump was erotic in its own sense, making her own cunt gape around Sage. Something low and pretty rung out from where he laid before he was distracting himself with the meal before him. HIs jaw moved up and down, over and over as the barest peaks of his tongue, red and eager, peaked out with every lick. 

The movements made poor Ceres quiver in place, laying further into Aaliyah’s hold as her own hands reached for the Sheikah’s hips. 

She was so cute. Blissed out and already fucked dumb. It was a beautiful sight on the brunette. 

“That’s it, doll. Nice and easy. Just let us do all the thinking for you.” Aaliyah cooed, lowering herself to suck at one of her perked nipples. Her tongue swirled around the bud before she was sucking, making the other cry out in pleasure, wrapping herself around the Sheikah. One hand returned to the roots of her hair, pulling it into knots that would be a devil to deal with later, while the other painted stark white lines down her back. They were hardly felt, not with the disaster her back was, but it would be a nice reminder. To know she had this angel in her grasp, crying her name. 

Switching to the other bud was easy, Aaliyah refusing to leave it abandoned and neglected. That just wouldn’t be fair. 

Sage’s hands moved to curl around Ceres’ thighs, pinning her to his face as the brunette cried out. Something in her eyes flashed before her hands were moving, anchoring themselves to Aaliyah’s hips. And in a show of surprising strength, lifted Aaliyah before dropping her back down on Sage’s cock. 

It made the Sheikah tremble and shake, crying out around the nipple in her mouth like a newborn babe. Even the ever stoic Sage was muffling something into Ceres’ cunt. 

How one individual had such a chokehold on both of them as beyond her, but she didn’t quite care right now. Not when her entire body was still reeling from the feeling. Not when the pleasure that had enraptured her made something burn deep in her gut. Not when she needed to feel that again and again and again. 

“Please-” Ceres breathed out, eyes wide and pleading, practically watering as her hips gyrated back and forth, creating a steady rhythm. “Bounce.” 

Aaliyah swallowed around the tit in her mouth at the command. The bratty side of her barked to refuse the command. To ignore it and focus on doing what she wanted, not what someone had told her to do. 

Her hips had lifted anyway before falling back down with little grace. The simple action had both her and Sage crying out in ecstasy, which in turn made Ceres’ jut her hips in a harsh snap. 

It wasn’t enough. No. It was merely the start. 

Raising her hips once more, Aaliyah glanced down at Ceres’ cunt, watching it grind back and forth, over and over again, clit throbbing in need. When she rocked forward, Aaliyah hesitated. Waited. When she dragged back, her hips dropped. Then the action repeated. For every movement forward, Aaliyah would raise her hips. When the other went the opposite direction, she let them fall. 

The coil continued tightening in her gut, burning tighter and tighter. All she needed was one final drag. One more push to snap that tension and let her entire being sing in euphoria. Just one more- 

A, frankly unflattering, squeal left her throat when Ceres’ deft fingers grabbed at her chin, freeing her from the tit and lifting her to instead press their lips together. In a show of dominance, the other wasted no time in letting her tongue dart out to lap at her own tongue and teeth, daring Aaliyah to try and take over. She would never dream of it, falling limp to the other’s deepest desires. Moreso when dangerous fingers fell to her clit, rubbing quick and tight circles. They were rushed with no real rhythm to them, but it was exactly what was needed as the band snapped. Everything unfurled in a flurry of pure pleasure, something wet dripping down her thighs and onto Sage’s. He grunted and groaned at the feeling, hips wildly bucking up and down at the feeling of her cunt squeezing around him. It did very little to ease the overstimulation now burning through her system, making every touch feel like magma trailing along her skin. 

Which just would not stand. 

Her own hand darted to Ceres’ own core, not even bothering with circles and simply rubbing at the neglected bundle of nerves. 

It gave her the desired results as the brunette cried out, hands shooting up to tangle into Aaliyah’s hair, humping wildly against both Sage’s tongue, which never faltered, and Aaliyah’s fingers, throwing her head back in a cry of ecstasy. Aaliyah took the opportunity given to nip and bit at her collarbone, leaving more splotches of angry skin that would surely bruise by tomorrow.

Sage’s hands took the opportunity given to him, instead reaching blindly for Aaliyah’s before hooking into the dips there, gently raising her further before fucking her with reckless abandon. Her own cum made the movements sound disgustingly filthy, squelching with every movement before he was pulling her hips down flush with his own. A moment passed with a near violent twitch of his cock before hot spurts of cum were paining her inner walls. It was heavy and thick and exactly what the Sheikah needed, feeling every part of her clench in anticipation. When thick globs began to ooze out around her gaping opening, she squeezed further, making Sage cry out once more from his place between Ceres’ thighs. 

The torrent didn’t stop until she was well and truly full, making her achy and truly satisfied. She was sure the moment she raised her hips, nothing but pure white would drip out of her and back down onto Sage’s crotch. 

She almost wanted to see it. 

Instead, she remained a pillar of support for Ceres as she shakily swung her leg back over, collapsing back onto Aaliyah’s side. 

A moment passed between them before the brunette was shooting her a cocky grin. 

“Wanna switch?”

[mothielad]

No way it’s my actual children :0

Hylian ocs! Idk what prompted me to make them but they are from Minish cap’s Hyrule ( more specifically my Links meet’s MC Hyrule) and are either best friends or arch rivals with Link/Sprite. Lemme know which one or I may do a poll (if it’s rivals, it’s cuz there’s another competing Weaponsmith in the town that they are friends with)

They are my absolute babies, and twins! (17-19, havent decided) the one on the left is Marti and the one on the right is Louis. I have a lot of info dump stuff about them but I’ll spare y’all

And for no reason, them in formal wear. They look uncomfortable because they are uncomfortable. Not used to fancy stuff

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ok so @m3wllo asked me about my ocs. trust me guys im not going insane tumblr cant recover deleted drafts anyways. heres the gist of what was in that before before i in the true fashion of fate deleted it:

i was originally going to make an artwork for them but i realized it was just easier to tell you about them. also i dont know how to tell yuo this but whatever ocs i couldve conceived of in the past. weeks or years are all just vague concepts in my head not fully fleshed out. abyways

so first im thinking of a mysterious shopkeeper who has pretty rare and valuable items, im talking fairies, dragon parts, the most potent ingredients for elixrs and/or food, and with totk maybe even bombs or arrows. i dont want to have them sell elixrs outright because id want that for Another shopkeeper oc who sells (you guessed it) elixrs and food. that shopkeeper would also have a feature where they make custom food based on they players/links inputs/suggestions (like the custom tunes in ACNH). as far as im aware loz doesnt have many nonhylian shopkeepers, so to break stereotyping/tropes i think this shopkeeper would be a goron. in my concept sketches i rushed of them i thought about giving them a mask like in past entries! no idea what it would do besides add to the mystery, or what mask it would be of (in the art i made it an unnamed zonai mask) but i would still like to have masks with Actual Abilities in botw, even if its a pipe dream.

so yknow how botw has champions. what if. monster champion. botw or totk doesnt have friendly monsters like in past entries (well. they have Masks for it but it doesnt let you do anything besides have them not attack you. ycant even talk to them, which is what i mean here. they cant give you items or nothing) which is a shame because it wouldve been really cool to have!! so hypothetically, what if i were to retcon that and just add friendly monsters. secret monster village near skull lake or the breach of demise. while it would be funny for the champion to be a keese or something i personally think theyd be a lynel. with totk out they could also be a gleeok or one of the boss monsters (COLDGERA CHAMPION……. COULD YOU IMAGINE). this may or may not have come from an unnamed botw au i have but shh. also speaking of which what if lynels were fused with other animals. like yknow how theyre centaurs with horse(?????) genes? what if they had goat genes, or deer genes, or any genes of an animal within That Realm of Animal? giraffe genes. CAMEL GENES FOR THE GERUDO DESERT. this also came from that au

friendly yiga ocs. i would like friendly yiga ocs. by friendly i still meant they commit violent crimes its just not murder this time (i mean. if you hc hard enough you could argue that the yiga wouldnt actually murder you, but thats besides the point and also probably not canon. but who cares about canon.) they can either be all the way from 10000 yrs back or they can be in the current age! this is partly inspired by the pirates in castle in the sky. also i would also like to have yiga ocs of different races. like we know anyone can really join as we see a hylian asking to join, and link joins and is able to learn an earthquake technique, so its not just a sheikah thing. so if anyone can join then why dont we see other races in yiga outfits like zora or rito or gorons? are they just disguising themselves to look uniform?? i dont think thats how it works but im not going to ask! but yeah zora rito and goron yiga. the gerudo May be able to get into the yiga but its hard to tell. i feel like these yiga would be on friendly terms with both the yiga and the sheikah, kind of like an buffer(?) state between two states that are at war. neutral party. also theyd be really good with sheikah tech considering 10000 yrs ago they probably worked on it while they were banished. they could help link with a weakness in the divine beasts or smth, maybe link can help them with something i dont know i havent fleshed this out yet

this has totk spoilers so i’ll strike it. so zelda in totk turns herself into a dragon. now i have opinions on this, but thats not what youre here for youre here for ocs. so three dragons exist in totk and botw: farosh, dinraal, and naydra. its debatable whether they were people at first who swallowed their secret stones or if they were created by the goddess or something (in botw it might state they were created by the goddess but im not sure!), but for this im saying they were people at first who swallowed their secret stones. im basing their races off their flight paths in botw (in totk its changed so they go into chasms, but im assuming if there was no chasms this wouldnt be their normal route yknow? for some reason it shifted no idea why. also wow is that a sentence to say). dinraal flies from akkala, to behind death mountain, into the tanagar canyon. so by the logic im employing the could be a hylian, a goron, maybe a korok?, or a rito. personally im going with a rito as i find that the most interesting considering they live in a snowy area, plus revali literally got dinraals horn as part of his trials of becoming the pilot for vah medoh (which is never mentioned in game besides when we do the trials. pain). naydra flies above the lanayru bay between zoras domain and kakariko village, as well as over the lanayru promenade, kinda like a long oval over the mountain and between the two villages. in totk it flies way closer to hateno village which is really cool symbolism for the inhabitants of that village if you ignore why they fly so close to their to begin with. anyways naydra could be a zora, a sheikah, or a hylian from hateno. honestly in my concept sketches i went for a zora but i like the idea of a hylian from hateno scaling mount lanayru in the moth unorthodox way possible. i think theyd have a bunch of colored cloths but thats off topic anyways onto farosh. farosh is the most varied, flying around lake hylia, the faron region, and surprisingly around the gerudo highlands. so farosh could be a gerudo, a hylian, or if this was Before totk i would say a zonai but. honestly im not entirely convinced the zonai/the people in faron arent the same people like. their architecture has Similarities but im really not convinced its the same architecture at All like. the ruins have more animalistic features and curves while the zonai architecture is more squareish/geometrical and theres only really Dragons present, no boars or owls. plus the lamps are different, the ruins have like standard lighting thats kinda square while the zonai have lights shaped like lotuses. it could be the ruins are just an earlier period for the zonai but like in lore they were close to Gods and descended from the heavens, with rauru and mineru being the last left on the surface. they werent originally from the surface so it couldnt have been an earlier period. and why wouldnt that architecture style stay if it Were the zonai? rauru was the king of hyrule, if the style originated from the surface then the king shouldve used it as thats where he was butbhe didnt! he wasnt even Close to faron, and the memories show the style of architecture on the islands being used for the kingdom so whats up with that? plus why wouldnt their architecture style carry over on the islands??? if it was an earlier period for the zonai that didnt originate from the surface itd be on the sky islands, and yet it isnt????? the sky islands are parts of the old hyrule, not built by the zonai who left the surface. so who built the ruins???? its possible that it was just an early concept for the zonai but nintendo scrapped it in favor for what we got, and yeah thats probably it, but im not taking that for an answer. the ruin-makers (or scrapped zonai) were either hylians (lurien village theorized to be descendants from the zonai as they can read the glyphs on the palamore ruins in botw + they have the zonai swirl mark on the houses, as well as the barbarian armour) or, if you wanted to make a theory on crack, you could say they were lynels and lynels and the current zonai-

-are related somehow (sorry the dash is because tumblr limited the words in the paragraph). this is because the barbarian armour looks a hell of a lot like a lynel’s gear, and its upgraded with lynel parts. so hypothetically. when i said i could make friendly monsters #real, this could hypothetically make lynels a viable option as a race, and as such farosh could be a lynel. so anyways :3 also in my architecture rant i forgor to mention that current day zonai architecture isnt painted or if it is barely and not with the colors past/scraped zonai use

also this is for mainly pre-cal, but zonai researchers!!!! botw only really shows zeldas fascination in the sheikah artifacts as a way to still help hyrule without her powers, but i kinda wish we got to see her geek out about other old ruins? like she goes to the ancient columns but only focuses on the shrine there, not the columns or what they mean (though. to be fair in not excited about My ancient history either. i am about other peoples ancient history though). and in totk we see her geek out about the zonai ruins, which is really great for her character!!! and considering it was a popular theory that the sheikah and the zonai worked together before totk came out i feel like either she or Someone else would be interested in it!! if zelda isnt then i would want link to be involved Somehow, as it was theorized that the sheikah represent wisdom the most and the zonai represented courage the most, and well zelda is the bearer of wisdom and studied sheikah tech, so link could theoretically be involved with the zonai somehow. (also i just want to do something with link mainly because i have the most fun playing with him like a kid plays with barbie dolls. but also i feel like zelda should have more character traits too yknow. who knows this could be a bonding experience for them). but yeah zonai researchers, distinct from sheikah researchers theyre close to losing their minds with what few data/info they have On the zonai (at least in botw). if they found a construct theyd lose their mind. theyd argue with sheikah researchers on why researching the zonai is important especially for the sheikah considering they Couldve worked together (before totk).

speaking of researchers, somebody (also pre-cal but can be after pre-cal) who studies malice, gloom, and/or monsters!! in botw they dont really know the enemy, which is kinda easy not to as calamity ganon is like a natural disaster. but i feel like they couldve tried yknow? monster extract already existed pre-cal (the recipe for monster cake in the castle), so either malice already existed then too Or somebody somehow discovered it through monsters. i feel like these researchers exist for the sole purpose to know more about ganon and why monsters specifically can get under the influence of malice (especially because in prior entires the zora were enemies too, though i dont know if its because they were under ganons influence or not, but if the zora Were under the influence at some point and got out of it during botw, itd be a good topic to research on who is and isnt vulnerable to malice)

id like ghost ocs too!! in totk we get poes but we dont have a physical form of them, and in the botw artbook we have concept art for a ghost!! plus like yknow the ruins of towns everywhere? imagine ghosts in all of them. imagine the destroyed decorations of the towns strayed about. imagine meeting aryll or links dad as a ghost. or on the brighter side imagine involved questlines with these ghosts, making recipes that were forgotten by time or retrieving something lost. GHOST ANIMALS NEAR SATORI. though i dont want to have too many ghosts tbh as, after playing totk, i have decided that i like botws emptiness compared to totk. im not joking here i swear not insane. when i say emptiness i literally mean having no side quests nothing to do just empty space. i like that about botw. i swear im fine.so anyways yeah. honestly ive been thinking more in world building terms for all of this

i dont know how to end this. welcum to my sick twisted mind

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All of my OCs

I just wanna share my OCs today :) You can find them and their artwork on my refsheet (NSFW warning there) but here's the basics and some images.

I try to use only my own art for all of these but I HAD to share the Amea x Zant commission because it is one of my absolute faves. I scoured my entire back log of bought commissions because they didn't put their name on the art but I think it was this person?? If not them then... they may have deleted their account from where I bought it.

Saphira Nightingale, my main tippy top OC

A shapeshifter and the last of her kind. I use her for lots of original stories as well as series where I don't have a dedicated character. The rule of thumb is "if she has clothes, it's an AU".

Mako Bianchi, Saphira's ex

A reaper that I used to pair with Saphira. She is now with other people and he is back to being the guy I draw sexy because I crave men. It's a toss up whether he's a skeleton or an elven winged man at any given moment.

Valus Nesrine

An incubus I used for my original novel. You can read about him there and in a short story, but they're both pretty naughty hahaha. He's charming and sweet. I love writing him.

Thorne

A mothman and the focus of some more stories. He's a bastard. But a sexy bastard. Honestly, that's all he has going for him.

Tarine

A bio android OC for Dragon Ball. She's mostly just there for pairing with Piccolo, lmao. But she did have some cool fights in the server where she was made.

Majin Mani

Same boat as Tarine, but for more of a "I like messing with these guys" vibe than the former. Mani was made for Dragon Ball Xenoverse so she is a time cop (ranger? whatever they were called)

Amea

A mercenary in Twilight Princess. I have her for an AU specifically but she is my Zant lover OC. She is half Twili and half Hylian. Does that work? Not really, but I really loved the idea.

Arin Ferris (and all of her Pokemon)

Arin is an Ex Rocket (which placed her at around 30 at the time so that's just her age now) and now owns a daycare off the coast of Hoenn. I like giving her the poison aesthetic but she doesn't use too many poison types.

Lia (Alix) Bech

A keyblade wielder who kinda sucks at fighting. She far prefers staying out of fights. Yeah she's just here to bang the organization. But she also has identity issues :D

Pire

More of an "everyday" OC for Zelda. I use her in all other Zelda games while Amea is for Twilight Princess only. She is a tech whiz and she makes mechs, hahah. And this was before TOTK was even announced!

Celeste Wade

An OC for Final Fantasy 9. She's a noble in Treno and she captures monsters to sell as pets and manor security. So she packs quite a punch without lookin like she can! I haven't designed her monster hunting get up yet.

Boriell

You know Lawachurls from Genshin Impact? Well I didn't like the game, but I loved these guys <3 So I made one for myself. He's the only remnant of my Genshin knowledge.

Velka, the Arcta Knight

My Kirby OC. She is a bad guy and I use her to antagonize everyone in the game. She has a vendetta against Meta Knight. And she got her powers illegitimately from Nightmare.

Thalia Vanfin, another favorite

A fishwoman bar owner/bounty hunter. Yep! Another one for shipping. But I love writing her encounters and drawing her being cute with people. Not always romantically but mostly romantically.

Fatei

Monster man with mask face and tentacles~ He's got a human form since he was turned into a beast like everyone else. But I usually only draw his monster form.

Dia "Dragoon" Chambers

A depressed college student who uses the Dark World as escapism from her life. Anything that makes her feel like she doesn't have to go back home. She comes with some friends! Laguna the Rogue and Phish!

Laguna the Rogue

Phish does not have any character traits beyond "is an Addison", but here's Laguna! She was originally made for an Undertale AU but now she's just a crazy ass monster and the only one looking out for Dia.

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Dahkal's Razor

This here is a custom sword designed for an OC in my TLoZ fanfic, "The Realm Walker," named Dahkal (obviously). Now that I've gone into his backstory in "The Ballad of Kass," I'll post this....

Dahkal is the son of Godon and Lanara two more OC's I added to Hateno Village (they live on the hill above the shrine, to the left of Link's House as you're approaching it). Godon is a Hylian blacksmith while Lanara is of the Xhona (Sho-na) Tribe from Xilipi (Sy-lie-pie). Xilipi is a nation to the west of the Gerudo Desert, and the Xhona Tribe a group of humans with purple irises, round ears, and possess magics such as telepathy and clairvoyance.

Dahkal has a darker skin tone that most Hylians and his ears are not quite as pointed as the average Hylian (due to his mixed heritage). He has brown hair, blue eyes, and is 1.86 m (6 ft 1 in) tall. His father used every ounce of his skill as the 2nd best blacksmith in Hyrule to forge this blade. (Rohan in Goron City is the best blacksmith BTW.)

The blade was made from a core of Eldinite (a special metal found primarily around Death Mountain and used by the Gorons (and curiously by Lynels as well) to make weapons) and jacketed by an alloy of steel and Silvite (a corrosion resistant metal used by the Zora). {Basically a san mai technique, I was originally going to do raindrop Damascus, but wasn't sure I could pull it off convincingly or that it could be done with Hyrule's level of tech...}

The blade features two edges, the one with the curved tip is the primary cutting edge, while the secondary edge is fitted with saw teeth to give added utilitarian function. It's quite useful for surviving in the wilderness, or gathering hooves from a dead Lynel.

The decorative features of the weapon take inspiration from the Rito and Gerudo primarily. The triangular patterns are modeled after those found on the hilt of the Feathered Edge, while the colors can be found on such blades as the fabled Scimitar of the Seven. The handle is a composite of wood and Moblin horn.

The pommel of the sword is fitted with a variety of gemstones. Rumor has it that Dahkal possesses some magical talent and is able to temporarily charge his Razor with elemental power by smearing elementally charged Chuchu jelly on the blade. It is said that the gems aid this process.

A closeup of the symbols on the guard, which are purely decorative. The sun symbol has a topaz inserted into the center. Dahkal himself gathered all the materials used to make this sword while training with his maternal aunt.

Dahkal is first mentioned in Chapter 6: The Blacksmith and the Witch of "The Amnesiac Hero's Quest," which introduces his parents to Link. Dahkal's mother Lanara has dark skin, and black hair, which she braids in a fashion similar to the Rito (something she picked up on her and Godon's numerous visits to Rito Village).

Dahkal's first appearance is in Chapter 6: A Terrible Fate of "The Ballad of Kass." (Hey what a coincidence!) Although he'll be showing up more later.

FYI: Neither Dahkal nor Lanara are clairvoyant, Lanara can read minds and Dahkal possesses some limited telepathy. Dahkal also fights with a modified Golden Bow (tweeked to fire as fast as a Rito made bow) and a chain whip.

Basically, this is a what if the Razor Sword and Scimitar of the Seven had a baby.

[thisisme16]

New Story Idea Maybe Possibly Perhaps?

So I've been hyperfixated on the Legend of Zelda BotW/TotK for quite some time, and I think I finally have a story concept that I want to explore. I've been struggling with figuring out a way to start it though because I kind of want to just write whatever comes to me at the time, so the story would not be in chronological order at all. Plus because I'm me I'm kind of telling 5 stories at once instead of just 1, so I tend to jump around them a lot. Long story short; I figured I would just outline the concept of the story and then write/draw whatever I want whenever I want for the story as inspiration strikes. (Holy run on sentences Batman.)

So, here it is!

The idea is that my main five OCs (see my earlier posts if you want a refresher on who they are) are initially in a band in our modern times. They aren't famous yet, but they are openers for a much more well known band. They are on tour in some forgien country that is famous for their ancient ruins, so they use a morning to go for a tour. At some point, they get separated from the group and fall through some kind of crevice. This is where the Zelda part finally starts to come in because they stumble across previously undiscovered ruins below ground that don't seem to be from this world. (They are ancient Zonai ruins, but the gang has no way of knowing that just yet.) As they are trying to find a way out, they have an encounter with some gloom/malice that has been dormant in the ruins until the characters arrive. They are attacked by the gloom, and are all infected in various ways by it. Suddenly, they are all engulfed in a bright light and in a blink of an eye they find themselves in Hyrule. However, they have all been separated. And they have all been transformed.

This is where the meat and cheese of the story comes in. Each of my OCs land in a different place in Hyrule and their stories centre on how they adapt to the new worlds (and new bodies), the people they meet, the relationships they cultivate, how they find each other again, and how their gloom infections may be the key to destroying the Calamity once and for all.

I'm fiddling with the timeline and cannon quite a bit. The Gerudo, Rito, Zora and Goron peoples are pretty much the same, but the Hylians are very primitive still, more like how they were in Rauru and Sonia's time. And the Shiekah clan is either non-existant or very well hidden. Another huge change is that the Zonai are present along with the other races in this version as well. But they mainly reside in the Sky Islands, so the other races don't know about their existance yet. Basically, it's ancient Hyrule, but the BotW champions are in this timeline instead of 10 000 years later.

The post is already getting long so I'll put up a few different posts doing a quick outline of each OC's story after this.

I want to give a shoutout to every single person who participated in Zora May. Seeing all of the amazing OCs and fan-made stories gave me huge inspiration and motivation to finally get off my ass and start making the Zelda AU with my OCs that I've been wanting to do for ages. You guys are so cool and I want to be like you!

[ryssbelle]

I'd like to put forward two names.

Malachi - "my angel" or "messenger of god", suitable for a knight serving a literal goddess (also my angel is super cute)

Murtagh - "skilled in the ways of the sea", specifically for the suggestion he should be a Zora the same colour of Warrior's scarf

I honestly LOVE the name Malachi, it would be very fitting honestly, as for the zora situation he's most likely going to be hylian not just for easy drawing but also due to the red hair stipulation. Though it would be cute im not gonna lie.

I really like Malachi, but if yall still wanna suggest names you can, or if you like it too give a thumbs up in the notes lol