#yooooooooooo so cooooooooool!!!

[dragkbluire]

@elgatt0

I thought about the creepy botw guardians concepts and needed to draw ‘em

I have two in the rain because big monsters+ rain it's kinda epic. I'm not even scared of spiders or crabs but this crab is making me uncomfortable.. it's giving me the heebie jeebies. I love the fluffy one he doesn't even need white fur to live in the snow because he's the biggest boy.

[dragkbluire]

@elgatt0

collection of some loz origin au stuff i've been chipping away at for awhile now ^_^ with a healthy amount of dunmeshi insp for good measure LOL (the ooccoo isnt relevant she's just here for size comparison purposes)

feat my beloved good friend @linkvcr's hylia design also. because i am obsessed with her and you should be too 🫵

[dragkbluire]

@elgatt0

Playing games with an omniscient deity is a risky bet Link.

Planning on a little comic :] Going to be cozy

[dragkbluire]

LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NANANANA THAT ENDING

THAT ENDING!!!!

Also, LEGEND ARE YOU STUPID OR WHAT? DON'T DEAL WITH THIS BY YOURSELF IUSDGCUSDLCODGTFVKFYDUGVKDFGYUVOYFDU

TWILIGHT BEING WEAK AH MY HEART I JUST SDVHFDBGVJSHGIVYUGGKDSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OMGOMGOMGOMG

THIS IS ABOUT TO

B L O W

Jjasjasjsajjasjasjasjasjhashsjahjhjsakhashaskkashkadhkdahdahgash

Nice chapter!!!! Thank you for writing it and taging me!!

I'll die I know I'll die but still I'm expectant hbcjghdvcshgvchgsdvhsvcjhvchgsdcs

@dragkbluire OMG how I love this art, it inspired me to write this lil horror fic :3

I hope you enjoy ^^

Ao3

=================================

Warning for horror

=================================

Legend pov

“A little louder, please. I don’t think the guests below have woken up yet.”

Breathing stops with his agitated footsteps. Cold sweat runs down his spine, and the bastard has the audacity to look at me surprised that I woke up. I could not even sleep to begin with-- a horse with iron hooves is quieter.

“I thought you were sleeping…” I feel my neck crack as I turn my head to face him. My eyes bore into his with all the anger and disbelief that exhaustion allows me. No words need to be said: the “really?!” is so obvious in my eyes that I can almost feel the pride emanating from the old man, even though he is rooms away.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers, looking away embarrassed, and returns to sit on the bed on the opposite side of the room. I turn my eyes to the ceiling, silently asking the gods what I did to deserve this. I hear him breathing slowly in a futile attempt to calm down, but I know this moment of peace won’t last. After all, it’s the fifth time he’s done this, and the night has barely begun.

Why so much fuss? Was he worried about others? It would make sense for the damn mother cucco that he is, but I feel like that’s not it. Since we got here, he has not really seemed interested in anyone… not even himself. It was like the smith said-- he seemed a bit off, so much so that he did not even take off his layers to rest. The battle is over…

Or maybe not.

Now it is my turn to breathe to calm down. If I opened my mouth at this moment, nothing good would come out. I close my eyes. The idea of trying to sleep and ignoring everything is tempting, but worry screams in my head and hammers at my heart. I feel like something very bad is going to happen, and the guilt would never let me rest.

A strange silence reigned in the room. Perhaps it had only been a few seconds, but the stagnation of sound distorted time, giving the sensation that hours had passed. I sit up slowly: the creaking of the bed makes time and sound flow again. I don’t look at him, not yet, but I feel like my action has made him uneasy again. But why?

"Rancher…"

"No"

"Common man…"

"It is none of your business…"

“Then I will make it be”

A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I close my eyes once again. My bones ache, my wounds burn, bruises marking both body and soul are my souvenirs from today’s battle. Every movement is slow, every word heavy on my tongue, and the desperation to rest grows stronger, but I can not give up, not yet.

Guided by courage, I slowly turn in bed, placing my feet on the floor, facing him once again. But apparently, he finds the floor more fascinating at the moment.

“Please… no… not now,” my mood sours as usual. I think about responding, but I realize that these words were not directed at me. It is as if he is talking to himself, begging… for something… or someone. Once again, I am not here, not for him.

A wave of worry extinguishes the flames of exhaustion. He is not well, and I do not know how to help. I am not good at comforting people… My words are deaf to him... it is agonizing. I feel useless, and my heroic nature hates that. I want to comfort him with my touch, but a primitive instinct warns me: stay away. The only thing I can do now is wait, an uncertain and painful wait, as I watch my companion, my brother, succumb to the darkness in his mind.

I should get off my ass and go warn the others...it is the right thing to do, yes. The champion knows him better than I do, they have a story… or will have one? Time travel be damned.

"I-"

Creaks, whispers, and growls put me in a stupor, freezing my eyes on the rancher in front of me… or what should be him:

Embracing himself, nails cruelly dug into his arms, the crack of breaking bones harmonized in horror with the grinding of teeth that no longer seemed Hylian.

Black pulses emanated, taking with them the blood and soul, turning the skin pale, stealing the light that once had lived there.

The bones ripped through the skin, becoming more prominent, demonic, the thin line between man and beast slowly disappeared before me.

His empty eyes stared into mine, full of despair.

He finally gets up, his steps silent and calculated, in contrast to the heavy and noisy ones from before.

Slowly he advances, his eyes never leaving me, the melodic and morbid whispers getting louder the closer he gets. The temperature drops, my breathing becomes heavy, and the whispers are now deafening. I can not move…

Is cold…

Stop…

I can't move...

I can't move

I can't move I can't move

I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move moveI can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't move I can't MovEIcAn'tmOveIcAn'tMoveLcaN'tmOveIcan'TmoVeIcAn'tMovEIcan'TmOveIcan'tMoveIcAn'tMoVeLcaN'tmoVeIcan'tMoVeIcAn'tmoveICan'tMovEIcan'tmOveIcAn'tMovEIcaN'tmovE MovEIcAn'tmOveIcAn'tMoveLcaN'tmOveIcan'TmoVeIcAn'tMovEIcan'TmOveIcan'tMoveIcAn'tMoVeLcaN'tmoVeIcan'tMoVeIcAn'tmoveICan'tMovEIcan'tmOveIcAn'tMovEIcaN'tmovE MovEIcAn'tmOveIcAn'tMoveLcaN'tmOveIcan'TmoVeIcAn'tMovEIcan'TmOveIcan'tMoveIcAn'tMoVeLcaN'tmoVeIcan'tMoVeIcAn'tmoveICan'tMovEIcan'tmOveIcAn'tMovEIcaN'tmovEIcant

I CAN NOT MOVE

please…

someone…

help…me…

The mention of a smile is the last thing registered in my mind before I fall into darkness.