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hylian_twink on ao3 rebranding this blog for OC rambles mpreg content ahead

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i fear i need to write lore accurate love&deepspace mpreg right neow

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ITS BEEN FOUR YEARS SINCE I WALKED THROUGH THIS PART OF THE GAME I AM SO EMO

the grief in zora’s domain is profound before you even talk to most of the zora. i was so distracted picking off lizals one by one that i forgot how wrecked i would already be by the time i got there.

the emotional stakes!!! the hylian-zora tension!! the fact that link is remembered here but he can’t remember himself!! UGH the storytelling here is just unmatched

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i started replaying botw… get ready

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you ever start doing research rabbit holes for a thing you’re writing like ‘oh wonder what happened before this thing was invented’ and the answer is ‘people died’ and you have to sit with that for the rest of the day

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i updated all my recent posts so that all my mpreg OC content is searchable by tag #elias&alastair

if i post any new OCs it will be tagged by pairing <3

(i like making boys kiss)

((also if you have any Qs about Elias or Alastair leave them in my ask box:3))

[hylian-twink]

More Elias pls🫴

Elias likes attention. Only the kind that’s agreeable and willing to please, of course. He’s self-centered in a way that serves not even himself. He’s stubborn and hot-tempered, and insists on fighting his own battles even when it’s obvious that he can’t.

All of this is exacerbated by the fact that he’s pregnant. He’s perpetually cranky now that he’s hardly ever comfortable, and he swings violently between insatiably hungry and so nauseous he can’t eat. He might have been less difficult if he was comfortably holed up in the monastery where he belonged, but instead he has to traipse through the woods on foot with a man he just met, so he is decidedly insufferable.

He thinks this will be enough to push Alastair away. He doesn’t need some mercenary dragging him along like he’s some noble Alastair has been paid to escort. But he is wrong on both accounts.

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i can’t draw very well so ill give you some prose instead:

Elias was not short but not tall either. He kept his hair cleanly cropped like a halo round his head, as dictated by his many years at the monastery. He was thin, lanky from head to toe, now with one exception. His abdomen had begun to bulge out beneath his navel, an undoubtable sign that he had broken his cardinal vow as a monk of the Order of Purity.

Elias was pregnant. He knew there was always a chance it could happen, but he had been told since he was young that it was unlikely. But possibility was all that was necessary for the seed of his lover to take. And now, after fifteen years of service in the Order, he was being ousted for his transgressions against their doctrine. It didn’t matter that he was one of the best healers they had, that had only gotten him so far. It was one thing to excuse a streak of disobedience and rebellion in the name of unparalleled magical talent. It was another to harbor within the walls of the monastery a child, the product of impiety, the consequence of an act that sullied the very name of the Order. Although the monks were devoted, they followed no god and had no need for mercy. Elias had desecrated his body and blackened his soul with carnal desire. He was impure, and the evidence was damning.

He hid the growth under his robes for as long as he could, but it was only a matter of time before the wrong person caught on. It was a week after he had noticed he was showing that he was cast into the rocky forest with nothing but the cloth on his back. It was a long journey down the mountain to the nearest settlement, and he was alone.

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Alastair had the thought that he was too old to still be doing this, trudging through the woods and taking whatever job earned him a pretty penny. He was not that old, but old enough to need to stretch out his limbs for ten minutes each morning and yearn for something he didn’t have the words for.

He was fairly tall. He kept his scars well hidden, save for the one that crept up onto his neck from his chest. He needed a haircut. His dark curls were falling too far down his forehead for his liking. His beard looked a little less unruly, but not by much. His body was broad, his stance was wide, and his eyes were sharp, all features of someone who knew to expect danger anywhere. He had been on alert for almost two decades.

Alastair was tired. But a nearby Lord had offered him twenty gold to find the hideout of a troublesome group of bandits and clear it out, so he cut them down. Killing was the easy part. Harder yet was convincing the scrawny mage he found being kept in the dungeons that he wouldn’t survive on his own in the state he was in. He was a headstrong thing with more fire and will than one should have for how close he looked to death. Perhaps the most surprising part about him was the robes he donned, the unmistakable attire of the monks from the Order up the mount. He was strangely captivating. How did this emaciated, wet dog of a man survive in the Order of Purity, and then how on earth did he end up here?

To Alastair’s relief, the mage Elias finally did agree to letting the mercenary escort him to the village. He could feel the distrust radiating off of him from five feet away, but something was telling him not to leave his side. It was something Alastair hadn’t felt in a long time, the need to protect, the desire to stay close. It would not be the last time Elias awoke something long sleeping in Alastair’s heart, not by a long shot.

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not to be annoying but i love these tags i wrote on an old post that got no notes i just think they should be appreciated

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i can’t draw very well so ill give you some prose instead:

Elias was not short but not tall either. He kept his hair cleanly cropped like a halo round his head, as dictated by his many years at the monastery. He was thin, lanky from head to toe, now with one exception. His abdomen had begun to bulge out beneath his navel, an undoubtable sign that he had broken his cardinal vow as a monk of the Order of Purity.

Elias was pregnant. He knew there was always a chance it could happen, but he had been told since he was young that it was unlikely. But possibility was all that was necessary for the seed of his lover to take. And now, after fifteen years of service in the Order, he was being ousted for his transgressions against their doctrine. It didn’t matter that he was one of the best healers they had, that had only gotten him so far. It was one thing to excuse a streak of disobedience and rebellion in the name of unparalleled magical talent. It was another to harbor within the walls of the monastery a child, the product of impiety, the consequence of an act that sullied the very name of the Order. Although the monks were devoted, they followed no god and had no need for mercy. Elias had desecrated his body and blackened his soul with carnal desire. He was impure, and the evidence was damning.

He hid the growth under his robes for as long as he could, but it was only a matter of time before the wrong person caught on. It was a week after he had noticed he was showing that he was cast into the rocky forest with nothing but the cloth on his back. It was a long journey down the mountain to the nearest settlement, and he was alone.

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hi i am trying to get back into writing but the only ideas my brain will entertain thinking about is kinda trashy mpreg romance.

so like, do people want to hear about my OCs getting knocked up in vaguely fantasy settings? do you wanna watch some dudes learning how to be cared for for the first time in their lives? maybe they even admit to wanting things they never thought they could have? angst and joy abound in the stories i got rattling around up there, just needing some motivation to put them on the page. so yeah, let me know

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I can finally draw again after months of being stuck in study hell we are SO back!!!!

[baglorbin]

Sidlink for my soul

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help i cant stop making ocs auuujjghhh

so fun fact, i headcanon princess ruto from ocarina of time as half hylian. on account of the ears and the nose and other things. so the natural evolution of that headcanon is sidlink baby.

i made her on a whim so idk if I'll draw her again but if you have name ideas let me know :)

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the whole domain sure saw....

[gabelew]

zora armor my beloved

[mildhaj]

clingy

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when the play fight gets a little serious