#heaven's brainrots

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Does this go here? I’ve been thinking about Queen Clarion and Lord Milori incessantly after the book announcement and… well, this was the result. Art block made this take much longer than I’d like, but I’m quite proud!

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Send me your prompts!

So… my brain is dry. I’m going insane with med school demands. I want to write it all out, and I’d like your help! Send me your writing prompts and I’ll try to do something with them, only a few sentences to start. A writing exercise of sorts? Pairings I usually write for are in the tags, but by all means feel free to suggest that too :)

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the time has finally arrived. i accidentally made a tradition out of redrawing this piece i made for @authenticcadence18’s wonderful fic, Can’t Help Falling in Love, every two or so years, so here we are again! also, whoever hasn’t read it, PLEASE do. had me giggling and kicking my feet the entire way through.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Bonus for 2024 version, they’re really cute

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mending

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Zelda found her fingers running over the stitch she'd used on the gash in Link's tunic — a rather poor attempt at mending, but the best she could do. Her heart thundered in her ears; visions of blood, of desperate confessions to dying ears, crossed her mind.

He lay on the bed beside her, breathing slowly. She hadn't realized how terrified she was of losing him.

in my heart of hearts this is supposed to be TP Zelda realizing she's in love with Link, but take it as you prefer ❤️

——— @zelink-microfic

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WIP Wednesday!

We are so back! This older TP Zelink is done as a treat to my dear friend @notnaviiii and of course I have to include the snippet that comes along. I hope you all enjoy it!

“Link, you have nothing to do with this.” Her voice dropped, releasing with it a trembling sigh. “If it were my life on the line, I’d have left you alone. It is not. There are whispers in the court. A revolution, coming from the outside in, to wipe away the monarchy from its heirs and pry the kingdom from the clutches of a broken queen…. and it worries me that they might succeed.” She pushed closer to Link, clenching her hands together. “The assassins were not after the king. They were after my children. I care little for my life at such a point, but—“ tentatively, she placed a hand on his arm. “You wanted to know what I could tell you, yes? I called you here because you are the only person I can trust.” She stepped away with distant eyes, posture pulled tightly upwards, much like a well-trained marionette. “The crown would request your assistance within the court to take down the traitors of the country.” Her eyes met his again. A dangerous choice. “And I plead that, if worse comes to worst, you will help me protect my children.”

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“All hail Milori, Lord of Winter.”

Honestly I’ve just kind of forgotten to post lately but hi, I’m alive! I feel like it’s criminal that, with inspirations such as Thranduil, the lord of Winter doesn’t even have a decent cape. Imagine how sad he’d be when he’s crowned and Clarion isn’t there to see it?

…anyways. Give this man some elvish robes, I beg you!

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WIP Wednesday

for once, my WIP this week is not Zelink, hah! I just finished reading Wings of Starlight (gorgeous btw) and my brain is severely inspired for Milarion content. Snippet ahead, with no spoilers from the book!

And there he was, looking at her with glittering eyes heavy with the utmost adoration, as if no time had passed at all. Oh, how she wished to step forward, to take him into the embrace she so desperately dreamed of — yet, a terrifying chill settled into her bones, forcing her to tear her eyes from him. It reminded her of the painful truth they faced: it was not safe out here. Not for her, not for anyone else. As if reading her thoughts, Milori did what she couldn’t and stepped forward, draping his cape over her shoulders. She shrunk into its warmth almost by instinct. “Thank you, Milori”, she breathed, the barest of smiles taking shape on her lips. He couldn’t embrace her, not here, but it was clear as day that he, too, longed for it as much as she did. He’d always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve.

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The sun and moon forever yearning and never touching, with only the dusk and dawn knowing of their affections...

Check @linktheacehero 's matching set piece HERE!

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