Jun 13, 2025
Been getting back into drawing slowly slowly, with some ship requests for friends!
Starting with some dark Zelink for @himelikestea, based on one of our roleplays.
Don’t use or repost my art without permission.
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Been getting back into drawing slowly slowly, with some ship requests for friends!
Starting with some dark Zelink for @himelikestea, based on one of our roleplays.
Don’t use or repost my art without permission.
LOL wait, what's this? An update to Groom's Mask??! Yeah I don't know guys.
Chapter 8
“I’m here! I didn’t do anything!”
“But you did,” he said, his voice tightening as she felt his patience fraying. “You erased my life out of reality because you thought it was best.”
“That wasn’t me,” she tried to argue, wincing when her hand began to throb, failing the war against the sobs clawing free from her throat.
“No,” he said coldly, “you’re not her. You wear her power and soul like a gown in your perfect little world that she lost her mind to give you, and you have no idea what we went through. I would have done anything for her—I did everything for her. And even when she obliterated it all, I thought, ‘it’s still Zelda. It’s still the woman I love, and if I do everything just like she said, if I tell them about the evil thief and her Triforce dreams, then she’ll remember. She’ll come back to me the same way that I’ve come back to her.’” His hand cemented around her ankle, squeezing hard. “But when I followed every step to the letter, it was just you. You, letting your father haul a man away before he’d committed a crime, with that empty, useless smile on your face. But you were all I had. All I had left of my wife.”
Trying to make some one-shots for Dark Zelink. One is of a Vampire Dark Link x Zelda. And another is just Zelda stumble upon Dark in a festival in Hyrule town. ✍️
Need some of that teasing dark romance of Dark Zelink in my life.
I just feel rusty on writing again... 😭
Zelda returns to her original form after the defeat of the Demon King. But, after so many years, is the being that comes back to Link entirely human? Zelda has appetites better suited to claws and fangs, but Link resolves to care for her, no matter the cost.
complete at 2,000 words . ( on AO3 here )
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And then her blade found his throat, pressing deep beneath his chin and forcing him up into the moonlight, familiar, narrowed eyes and cutting brow bleeding out of shadow and into form. The sight of him made her chest cramp and drained the feeling from her fingers, his name falling from her mouth in a broken whisper. “Link?” His fist came down hard on her forearm, sending her stumbling and dislodging her dagger. He was quick, snatching her knife out of the air and bringing his knee up to meet the underside of her chin. She landed flat on her back in the dirt, winded and skull rattling, and scrabbled to get up onto her elbows. He stalked closer, angling the blade so the tip glinted between her eyes, quaking with quiet fury. “Don’t,” he hissed, “call me that.”
(because this art by @ramenana is doing things inside my brain)
Zelda Aesthetics ➜ Dark Link & Dark Zelda
New chapter, new header!
Groom’s Mask (Rated M)
After a fairy tale wedding in peaceful, prospering Hyrule, Zelda agrees to a honeymoon at a remote cottage on the edge of Lake Hylia. A gift from her new husband in a quiet, sacred place miles away from subjects or interruptions. One week away from Court and appearances, free of guards and titles and expectations.
Link promised to take care of everything.
She only has to be his wife.
Just for one week.
That's all the darkness needs.
Today’s Update: Chapter 3
“You missed the match today,” Link said, standing close enough for his breath to rustle the hair she’d already begun letting down on the way upstairs.
“I did not miss anything,” Zelda pointed out. “I had no invitation to attend.”
“But you always do,” he pointed out, voice dropping to a whisper. “Do you know how cruel it is to make someone crave your presence, and then vanish?”
“I’m not cruel,” she said reflexively.
“Oh but you can be, Zelda.” His leather-clad fingers rose up like a dare, cradling her chin. She could smell the oil and sweat, and the slightest hint of ale, whispering of the victory she’d missed.
“I don’t want to be.”
A trace of his thumb along her bottom lip. “Then don’t be.”
Her back against the pillar, the first and last and only kiss she would ever know sparking wildfire in her veins, her hands and leg and spine all rising like she could siphon him straight into her. She groaned into his mouth as he coaxed her lips apart, her revelation swallowed whole. A tangle she wanted to freeze and cast and piece into a window to let in the light.
Rated M (check those tags)
After a fairy tale wedding in peaceful, prospering Hyrule, Zelda agrees to a honeymoon at a remote cottage on the edge of Lake Hylia. A gift from her new husband in a quiet, sacred place miles away from subjects or interruptions. One week away from Court and appearances, free of guards and titles and expectations.
Link promised to take care of everything.
She only has to be his wife.
Just for one week.
That's all the darkness needs.
Today's Update: Chapter 5
She wedged the tip of the blade into the tiny keyhole, with patient finesse at first, but when that yielded nothing, she began shoving, rattling the metal against metal. Suddenly the handle snapped off in her hand, sliding the knife into her skin, splitting her palm. “Damn it!” She cried aloud, ignoring the blood, frantically working it deeper until—
Click.
The door popped up like a greeting, yawning as if it were waiting to awaken at her touch. Beneath the trap was a ladder with steps stretching down into the abyss. On the first rung sat a candlestick half-burnt to the end, waiting like a sentinel for its next visitor. With bleeding, shaking hands she took the light and ushered it to the hearth, feeding the wick a spark from the fire. She dropped the broken knife back into its place, an explanation she already felt she was far past the point of giving to a creature whose pretense she’d torched.
She held the shard of light to her chest, where her heart threatened to hammer straight through her skin.
Holding it above the basement’s maw, she squinted down into the nothing, which was far too dark and abysmal to discern from above. The damp, musty smell of the cottage seemed to emanate from this core, as the scent of unfinished rot knocked against her senses. The faint chorus of dripping water echoed from below, the closest she’d been to a natural sound in the decade of five days.
There was no way out.
Only down. Only deeper.
Read it here