#truffeart is amazing

[flutefemme]

"Just Desserts"

A Skyward Sword Story

Written for Homemade in Hyrule Vol. 2 Cookbook Zine

Linktober Day 21: Favorite Characters A creative collaboration with amazing artist, @truffeart !

“You’re going down, short-stack,” Groose leaned down and hissed into Link's ear. Turning to the other two he growled, “Now shut up and let me do the talking!” They all walked into the headmaster’s office. Gaepora towered over them solemnly with his arms crossed and motioned for the boys to sit. To his left stood the Knight Academy cook, Henya, with a furious and slightly unhinged look in her eyes. Her hair was completely askew, decorated throughout with bits of crust and some drippy apple filling smeared over her left ear. 

Thrilled to be able to share this story! Read more here!

[zeldauniverse]

Yuga's Art Gallery: A goddess's sorrow

"In Truffeart’s amazing work of art featuring Din and Demise, we get an answer to how the cycle of bloodshed that the Demon King began makes the Goddess of Power feel." Yuga's Art Gallery: A godess's sorrow #yugasartgallery

After creating the world, Farore, Nayru, and Din left the Triforce behind in the Sacred Realm. It was meant to serve as a symbol of hope to the people of Hyrule, and Hylia was left to guard it. When evil rises to threaten the residents of the realm, the paragons of wisdom and courage awaken to defeat evil time and time again, making Farore and Nayru proud. In Truffeart’s amazing work of art…

[luna-loveboop]

Hi!!

Another amazing October has gone. I'm not going to add on much, I think I said this well last year.

But please know that I meant and mean every word just as strongly- I love every artist and writer so much. Whether you did the October challenges or not, your art is amazing and wonderful- thank you so so much for sharing your gifts with me.

I'm going to again tag all the artists and writers I know and can think of- to say thank you!!! You and your art matter so much to me and everyone.

Yall have given me such a beautiful month! These month challenges, all the October ones, febwhump, prompt challenges throughout the year are so incredible... thank you guys. Thank you for your art and giving. This isn't over. We're still here together telling stories, and that's one of the most beautiful things l've ever seen.

If yall want to add on tagging each other again, thanking your friends and artists... I would love that.

There's one phrase I said last year that sticks in my mind... that artists and writers keep storytelling alive.

And you... or we.. do. I never thought I would receive enough acceptance on here to feel comfortable posting my art, but my artist friends encouraged me, and I too participated in linktober this year.

The ability to share my art in a month-long challenge proved to be such a blessing. Maybe we all can keep telling stories. Because in a world of such craziness with media, being able to come to this little corner of it, and see art and writing for free... well it's been a year and I can't say l've stopped being awed by it. By all of you. Whether you do any prompt challenges or not, and whether you finish them or not. Art and writing matters, and it matters so much that we're here enjoying creations together. Everyone deserves appreciation and love- so here I'm saying- I appreciate you and I love you.

Thank you guys. Here's to insane challenges, and years of art together:

@smilesrobotlover @adrift-in-thyme @skyward-floored @skyloftian-nutcase @blueskittlesart @uniquevoidflowers @bokettochild @kikker-oma @la-sera @indigoartistqueen @jinxedruby @echoes-of-courage @endlessartpumpkin @incaseyouart @klaraclara17 @linktheacehero @pelicanpig @funsizedcrow @tortilla-of-courage @truffeart @luwyv @echoesofwisdomcountup @kaenith @hero-of-the-wolf @lennsart @crazylittlejester @ish-art-corner @almost-an-artist @zolanort @zarvasace @akchimp75 @arecaceae175 @blarefordaglare @galenfeadraws @starshinedreamer @isasan347 @amayis-bigtower @vroomie-boomie @ghosthoard @maesonc-artistic-adventures @xaeorian @tashacee @the-au-collector @noorahqar @knight-of-aether @rebornofstars @inumbrapugnabimus-maybe @silvrash-797 @tacomedli

:)

Wait...

It's November. It's November first. Yesterday was October 31st, so October is over. ...it's over. Is it over?

Inktober, artober, whumptober, flufftober, linktober, every tag ending with -tober that's been circulating for the past month... is it over? I don't know why it's just hit me but...

This matters. So I will try to get the message across, even though I'm not the best at it sometimes

Fanartists, fan writers, artists, fic writers, people making comics, every single one of you that has created art for the past month...

Thank you

This is my first October on tumblr. When I started seeing the "tober" tags, seeing the posts from artists with wips, saying they were going to make something every day to a prompt, making masterposts to update with each day, I thought "cool"

But every day this month, I have gotten on here and smiled.

And I don't mean smiled. I mean I smiled at least 20 times every time I got on the app because I saw all the art and fics. I got to see artists/writers connect stories through different day prompts. I saw people having the most brilliant ideas and creativity, flowing from their hands into their posts. I saw artists responding to continuous asks, telling them how amazing they are. I saw artists getting behind, and keeping going.

I saw Free. Beautiful. Emotional. Amazing. Original. Creative. Art.

Every day

I haven't committed to anything of this before, so I can't directly relate to what you guys were thinking and feeling. But I'm willing to guess; I think you probably enjoyed it, because most won't do such a huge project unless they enjoy it. I think you probably saw it as a challenge you were willing to fulfill, and an opportunity to grow and develop your skills.

... but I'm also willing to bet you did it for us. For people like me, who love art, but don't do this specific type, who are in fandoms, who love tracking and watching you art and sending you compliments, who take joy in your work. For the other artists (and writers!) who admire each others styles and love to learn from each other.

If anyone ever tries to tell me that humans are inherently evil again, I will strap them to a chair, pull up these posts and say look. Look at what these people did. Look me in the eyes and tell me these sorts of actions don't come from the most loving hearts. Tell me these people don't want to make others happy, that they aren't inherently good. And I will tell you you're wrong.

I have so much going on, yet somehow it slipped into my life that I was constantly looking at your art for the joy of it without me even noticing.

And how is it possible. That we have such a beautiful community of people here that we will share. And communicate. And exchange compliments. And literally do things and send asks solely for the purpose of making someone smile.

I'm almost crying by now. God I can't express it well enough! But I am so. So. Grateful

You guys brought me a month of joy! You gave headcanons, and art, and stories!

Even yesterday, Halloween, I was blown away. Because I had expected... I didn't expect anything. And then I log on and see people sending happy halloween asks, exchanging doodles of candy, and headcanons and gifs.

And some are still catching up to the schedule or whatever, and that's ok! But at the beginning of this post, when I was simply realizing it was November, I asked myself "is it over?"

Is it over?

... I don't think so. I've seen artists say they're going to continue and expand on a piece they made and especially liked this month. Some people are still continuing, catching up to a voluntary deadline. All those masterposts with your whump/fluff/link/ink tober art? I know many as well as myself will be going through, looking over your posts with smiles, catching up on some things they missed this month... it will continue in the people and artists I didn't know existed before, but now follow. In the skills and growth in creativity! In the community we've grown, and art you've made, and the art to come, at a normal rate like every other month, even if it's not October anymore!

But my artists, writers... thank you so much. I don't know if you guys know how valuable and amazing you are. How incredible it is that you exist! People say it's amazing we exist under a sky of such stars, but how incredible is it that you made a stranger on the internet smile every day! Your life is so. So. Valuable. I can't even express how grateful I am that you exist, that you somehow are selfless enough to share the most beautiful parts of yourself simply to create, and to create joy. Thank you so so much.

(And this applies to all artists, in any fandoms, not just mine. And I'm just as grateful to people who couldn't do something every day, or only one day! You still share your art, you're just as... incredible. You are incredible.)

Okay.

So I'm gonna do this, and if others want to do it in the reblogs that's great! I do not care at all about reblogging or likes, but I want to make the people that have brought me such joy some appreciation- I hope I can bring you even a smidgen of the light you have brought into my life. So I'm gonna tag all the artists/writers I know of/can think of that have done any sort of October challenge, all of you creators that have made me smile. If people wanna want to tag others in the reblogs or replies to spread love that's cool.

(Basically I don't know social customs or anything at all, so if you don't want me to tag or if I was supposed to do something different or something let me know I have no idea what I'm supposed to do)(if I like accidentally tagged someone who isn't an artist/writer or forgot someone I follow... sorry)

@skyward-floored @kikker-oma @adrift-in-thyme @blueskittlesart @zeldaseyebrows @smilesrobotlover @bahbahhh @soso-dedeck @lennsart @arecaceae175 @illcamp @breannasfluff @solarfire-art @26kabeuchi @cathianemelian @truffeart @scribbly-z-raid @uniquevoidflowers

To all the artists and writers out there: thank you so much!!! You are amazing and I'm glad you exist. Your life is precious, and you matter. Thank you so much for sharing your beauty with us, we love you too!!!!!

... yeah. Just want yall to feel loved... because you are. Again, thank you. Thank you so so much to my beautiful creators who create joy as well as art, who keep storytelling alive. Just... thank you.

:)

[star-ocean-peahen]

I got these AMAZING prints from @/truffeart’s Etsy for Christmas!!!

The goddess prints on the far sides were what was purchased, and the little print in the middle from Truffe’s Strings of Fate piece was added in as a bonus!!! THEYRE ALL SO AWESOME IM SO EXCITED!!!!!

[intangiblyyourswrites]

Troubled Waters Running Cold

This is being posted in response to @truffeart‘s beautiful illustration of Yiga!Zelda from my TWRC fic. She completed this during her 24h stream, and I was fortunate enough to be available to witness it! It’s beautiful—you can see it here. All her stuff is amazing, so you can’t go wrong with anything you see from her!

Without further ado, here’s a preview of chapter two! 

[Chapter One]

If there is one thing Link knows about the Master Sword, it’s that only he, the chosen Hero, should be able to wield it. At the most, those with a pure heart may touch it without harm coming to them. But the intruder before him is most definitely none of the above, the upside down eye on her chest glaring grotesquely at him. And yet, this woman is holding tightly onto it without the hilt searing burns into her skin, the bluish shine of the metal not the least diminished.

A Yiga. A Goddess-forsaken Yiga achieved acquiescence of the sword of the Hero. What sort of blasphemy is this?

He surveys her wearily as she continuously frets her gaze between him and the sword, her mind almost visibly whirling as she tries to make sense of the situation.

“Sir Link, are you alright?” comes a muffled voice from behind the wooden door, one he immediately identifies as Lark Schmidt, a knight in his company. The intruder, still holding on to his Master Sword, shoots him a glare as if daring him to answer. Link merely smirks in return, lips parting to do just that.

And then she lunges, not at him, but to the window. The sword clatters loudly on the floor and he instinctively throws himself at her, grabbing hold of her ankle and dragging her down to the ground. She twists and attempts to kick him off, but he evades it easily and scrambles on top of her, weight pinning down her legs and one hand securing both her wrists above her head. His free arm goes across her chest, right below her neck, knocking her skull back with a threatening force.

“Sir Link?” Schmidt calls again, and the woman beneath thrashes. Link adds pressure to his grips, but then hears her speak.

“I’ll talk if you send him away,” she whispers harshly. His eyes squint suspiciously at her.

“I can get you to talk with an audience.”

“You won’t, I can guarantee you that. Don’t you think we have back up plans for if we’re compromised?”

“You wouldn’t.” His eyes flit up and down her body to scan for places she had access to. Her ankles? Her wrist?

“Do you really want to find out, Hero?” She’s infuriatingly condescending despite her breath catching as his forearm inches up. “It would be rather messy. The guy outside definitely won’t be left in one piece, much less you or I.”

He grits his teeth, unable to tell if she’s bluffing. Not once has he seen a Yiga Clan member carry anything explosive. Typically, they either disappear in a puff of smoke or they falter against the weight of his sword impaled into their chest. But she is obviously different. The crest of her clan is imprinted on deep gray fabric rather than the iconic red, not unlike his armor set from the Sheikah. It’s unnerving to think she might have been parading as a Sheikah and he has never noticed—all the more reason to suspect that she is of a higher rank or skill; likely both. Consequently, this makes her more unpredictable. An exception—and a dangerous one at that.

“Well, Hero?” she taunts. His jaw locks.

“Perfectly fine, Schmidt,” he says loudly, grudgingly. His tone is deceptively calm even as his limbs continue to bear down heavily on top of her. Green meets blue in a lethal stare, both listening for the footsteps to fade away. The moment they do, she tries to fling him off, but he’s learned not to underestimate her.

“Where is it?” he growls lowly, fingers digging into her skin as they curl around her throat. If it makes her uncomfortable, she shows no signs of it. Instead, her eyes narrow at him, and he can almost make out her lips pursing beneath.

“What’s the point of telling you? I would lose my leverage.” His hand tightens around her pulse points in warning, but she merely lets out a puff of laughter. “Right, you don’t like to talk much.”

He waits. Patience is something he has plenty of, and he can tell by her constant fidgets that it’s not a virtue she holds. She sighs dramatically, says, “Lower my mask,” and at his weary glance, “It’s in my mouth.”

He raises a brow at the admission, but removes his hold on her neck to tug down the fabric covering her face from the nose down. It’s a quick action—he’s considering the ways he can get her to expel whatever explosive she is deranged enough to carry—but the reveal momentarily cuts through his thoughts.

She’s young. Can’t be any older than he is, and yet the amount of blood on her hands is unmistakable. The viridescence of her gaze when she had him pinned spoke of experience and ruthlessness, the blackness of her blade of precision and pride. Paired with the uniqueness of her uniform...He assumed she had to be older to have that kind of background.

Instead, her skin is smooth, face round with a hint of immaturity, nose sloped and slightly pointed at the end. Lips tinted in a shade of red.

He’s drawn from his reverie when a sly smirk brandishes across those lips.

“Like what you see?” she says, as if she isn’t currently at his mercy, “Because I know I do.”

He snaps his mouth shut before it can hang open in shock. His stare stays leveled even as a tinge of warmth traitorously rushes to his cheeks. He can only hope the darkness of the night hides it from her view.

In favor of not responding, he presses his thumb to her chin to force her mouth open. The only light he has is that of the moonlight dimly filtering through the window, and it does not reveal much even as he tilts her head to different angles.

And then something glints in the space between her teeth and her cheek. It’s white, small, cylindrical.

A pill.

His fingers dive into her mouth, quickly scooping it out and tossing it to the ground and far from her reach. His heart hammers inside his chest. She blinks up at him, astonished, as if she hadn’t expected him to go that far. He hardly contains his sigh of relief.

And then she lurches forward, capturing his lips with her own and forcing her tongue into the cavern of his mouth. A rather undignified sound rumbles in his throat as he shoves her back down, but he can already taste a hint of something strange. Instantly, he’s lightheaded.

“What did you do?”

He tries to sound threatening, but there’s a slur in his words. Panic shoots through his system but it’s just as quickly tempered down. His torso sways, vision dimming. The fingers around her wrists loosen and he topples over. She rolls onto him, hand warm on his cheek.

“Just a little something to help you relax,” she winks, and the smile on her lips is mischievous. “Sleep well, Hero.”

It’s a pretty smile.

-o-

When he comes to, he’s surprised he’s even waking up at all. The Yiga had the most opportune moment to slaughter him, but the only thing he feels is a heavy grogginess. He reaches up to stretch out.

He can’t.

It takes him a moment to take in his surroundings. He’s still in his room, but instead of being in bed, he’s in a chair facing his door. The sun is up, but still low on the horizon, so it can only be early morning. Coarse rope wraps securely around his body, strapping him tightly to the furniture. He can’t move. At all.

He tries wiggling where he can, but it’s futile. The chair creaks under his weight, and he knows if he tries to get out of this and falls over, he might not be able to get back up.

So he waits. He waits and churns the previous night over in his head. The aggravating woman dressed in grey, her wicked grin, the heat of her hand on his face. She’s not cute at all—he can’t believe he let his guard down low enough for her to pull that awful trick.

Finally, he hears the other knights moving about, their footsteps a steady cadence on the other side of his door. He opens his mouth to call out to someone, anyone, but a flush overcomes him. How pathetic would it be for him, Captain of the Royal Guard, to be found strapped to a chair? Perhaps Schmidt will come check on him again.

He waits. It doesn’t take long for Schmidt’s familiar laugh to resound. He listens closely, prays that he will take a pause at his door like the night before. But the knight’s voice peaks momentarily before quickly quieting.

Link bites down his pride and shouts, “Schmidt!”

He’s never going to live this down.

[kate-m-art]

5,6,8??

5. Anything you haven't drawn yet but want to

Gosh there are so many things 🥺 Too many abandoned prompt lists at this point because who has the time? A few things I can think of off the top of my head are finishing rough ref sheets for the modern AU lads, a specific thing with modern AU Hyrule that really touched my heart, a comic for a friends drabble, trying to nail down designs for me and my roommates OCs (never talked about them here I dont think but they're all idiots and I care them akskkdkd), and,,, this ones oddly specific but I've been wanting to do big illustration of a giant cat spirit in a snow village looking out for a snuggling with the little people in their winter clothes totally not inspired by my cat last year in my moms snow village or anything

6. Which artists inspire you right now

Gonna swipe this list from a post on my side blog but all of these people are like art goals!! 🥺

Okay also @/liccy , @/truffeart , and @/yasmeensh right here on tumblr are amazing people who have styles I adore 🥺💕 Ajskkdkd I could give so many more people but this post is already getting too long ajsjdkf

8. What do you like most about your own work

Gosh I struggle with stuff like this. I'm too used to looking at my stuff and only seeing what I want to do better next time 😅 Um,,, ig, I like making other people happy with it when I can? Or making people feel anything at all, finding connections with others through art means a lot to me. Uh,,, I also like how i do color sometimes, it depends on the piece but sometimes the colors make me pretty happy,,,

Sorry this is so long friend ansjdkdm

[embyrinitalics]

Hello!! I wanted to tell you that I have had ‘Caged’ on my mind since I read it. Just incredibly captivating and immersive. I’m so glad that it led me to read your other writing because it’s just stellar. I hope that’ll you’ll consider turning this one into a multi-chapter fic, because I’d be ALL over that. Thank you for sharing your talent with us!

YOU ARE SO SWEET, THANK YOU!! 😱😭💙 I’m so glad you liked Caged! That was such a fun set to write (and if anyone somehow didn’t see it @truffeart did some Faronian!Link art for me and it’s amazing go loooook 😱).

And as a matter of fact I am turning it into a longfic! I have some other projects that I want to finish first but it is definitely on my to-do list. I’ll drop a message here for sure once I get it off the ground! :)

Thank you so much for the note! 💖

[embyrinitalics]

Calamitous Update!

Actual footage of me uploading the latest chapter of Calamitous this morning:

Art, music, meltdowns, and scheduling conflicts below!

SO FIRST OF ALL if you somehow haven’t seen it already, you can find the ABSOLUTELY STUNNING ART of Calamity!Link by @truffeart​ right HERE. It’s gorgeous and I’m still screaming. Please go show some love to this amazing artist!!

SECOND OF ALL I’m obsessed with the Unravel Two soundtrack right now. I wrote a lot of this chapter to some of its tracks (”Start Anew,” “Ruins, Overgrown,” “Magic and Mischief,” “Problem Solving”) and I just want to shout how much I love it from the rooftops, so. You can listen to it on Spotify, HERE! It’s a great mood setter.

THIRDLY! Wow this chapter 😂 I crammed the whole second half of it on Sunday/Monday, and it was a monster. Dialogue is hard. And I had this whole route I wanted to take where Link and Zelda were going to dissect the magic/science(?) behind his hunger, and what is actually happening that tempers it, and it was a huge headache and finally I was like you know what? It doesn’t matter. I have a framework and I will write within that framework. They don’t need to discuss all the details. And then BAM Zelda comes in and solves that problem in like two seconds, no talking required lol.

I also was planning on having this chapter be about twice as long, but it works out this way. This dream sequence constituted a big change in their relationship dynamic, which is still super unhealthy, and I was going to confront that issue a little bit more this time but it’ll have to go in the next chapter instead. It might be more natural this way anyhow, since the juxtaposition of Link in and out of dreamstate is going to be more apparent with this spacing.

Also random side point, the oak tree in the storm is supposed to be like the recovered memory “Shelter from the Storm,” did that come through at all? Yes? No? Oh well it was just for funsies. 😂

AND FOURTH OF ALL! My update schedule is going to shift for this month. I’m not planning on uploading a new chapter on October 1st, becaaaaause... Whumptober prompts are out! So I’ll be spending most of my September knocking out those prompts so I can upload them every day in October.

I also have a loooong oneshot that I’m almost done with, called Branded, which will either be published part way through September or November, depending on how Whumptober pans out.

The next chapter of Calamitous is tentatively scheduled for November 1st. Might be earlier than that or later, again, depending on how everything goes this month.

Thanks for reading!!!