Hello, hello! I'm Iffondrel, writer and traditional artist of miscellaneous things. I figured I'd generated enough Legend of Zelda fan content at this point that it warrants a masterpost, so here's a comprehensive list of the stuff I've done.
Art
Misc Drawings: The Sillies; Hero of Rifts; Big ol' Ears; Bunny Link; Den Mother; Successors; Horses; Spirits; Minish; Poses; Sketchdump 1, 2, warmups 1, Twilight 1; Time 1...
LU in TotK: Mail Delivery; Boss Differences; Windy Bois; Broken Master Sword; Dungeon Map; Ancient Names; Gloomspawn; Fight Gone Wrong...
LU in Armor Sets: Timeskip redesign; charged set; ember set 1+2; ember and depths; glide shirt; triple threat outfits; royal guard + rito...
Misc. Comics: ALttP; Magic; Ancient Hero; AoL Names; Lil Guys; Mask+Wars; Hookshot; Triumph Fork; A Race...
LU Eating Things They Shouldn't: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6(tba).
Fanfic Illustrations: Spring of Courage; Time's Successors; Colgera Fight; Dark Beast; Dragon Fight; A Picture-Perfect Spot; Final Departure.
Animatics: Timeline Split
Writing
Series and Multi-chapter:
The More Things Change (LU in Botw/Totk longfic,400+k complete)
The Woods Lost to Time (24k, complete)
The Brave Soldier and the Masked Child (32k, complete)
Dungeon Crawlers (14k, complete)
The Places We Don't Go
One-shots: A Pillow for Your Head; Spilling Drinks and Confessions...
A request from a friend on discord a few nights ago <3 I love these two n it's a shame there's so little about them online.
Word count: 593 words
"Fuck!"
The sudden burst of exclamation almost shocked Aether out of his skin, jumping away from his partner like he'd been electrocuted.
"What?" He finally managed to gather his brain from the puddle it'd melted into moments beforehand, "What's wrong?"
Ifrit didn't move; his arms crossed under his forehead, back and chest heaving under the intensity of every intake of breath. Aether couldn't help but settle his eyes on the Fire Ghoul's dusky nipples and prominent chest.
As Aether watched, his partner raises his head from his forearms, eyelashes wet with unshed tears, cheeks stained with soft pink as the flames of his gaze licked at Aether's consciousness.
"Nothings wrong," reassured, Aether deflated slightly, only to perk up again when Ifrit continued, "I didn't tell you to stop."
Shaking his head with a shaky intake of breath, Aether watched his bandmate settle into position again. Forehead nestled against his arms, knees pressed deep into the white silk of his bedsheets, denting the mattress under the effort of holding up his hips.
Presenting himself so wonderfully for the Quintessence Ghoul.
His mate.
In that moment, Aether thought he must be the luckiest Ghoul in the Abbey – blessed by Satan himself – Ifrit could be nothing else but a gift.
Leaning down, he bent himself over his mate's waist, his chest pressing firmly against the other's as he nudges the head against Ifrit's clenching hole.
Aether presses a gentle kiss to his nape, reassuring the other of his presence, the tension trapped in Ifrit's shoulders seemed to melt away with every hot press of gentle, full lips against his heated skin.
"Beautiful," he whispers, his hips pressing on until he felt the warm flush of Ifrit's flesh against his stomach, listening to his beloved cry out as his body was breached, "So gorgeous, bellezza,"
The room felt hot – humid. He could feel the Fire Ghoul's body warming under the palms gripping the flesh of Ifrit's hips. The heady breaths and gasps for air wrapped around the two Ghouls in a thick blanket of lust, both eager to hear every noise the other had to offer.
"Move," Ifrit pushed back against Aether's hips, an indirect urge to push forward and give both of them what they wanted, "Fuck me, Aeth."
The sudden spark in his chest – be it lust, affection or passion, he couldn't quite put his finger on it– melted his brain once more. Aether felt his body move of its own accord; grabbing the other Ghoul's thin waist and driving himself deeper and deeper into him.
Shouts of pleasure and shock cascaded from Ifrit's slack jaw like water, filling the room and pouring into Aether's ears. The gasps and moans only serving to spur on his frenzied movements.
"Aether!" The cry was wet, ebbed with the tears that had finally started rolling down the Fire Ghoul's flushed cheeks.
No matter how many tears were shed during their sweeter sessions, Aether knew his mate greatly enjoyed enjoyed the closeness that came with making love rather than heartless, rough fucking.
Eventually, cries and moans melted away into mewls and sighs of soft pleasure. Aether's strong hands encompassing Ifrit's pecs, kneading the supple muscles with his fingers.
"You're so very gorgeous," he offered once more, silently delighting in the way Ifrit's eyes finally brightened at the comment, his senses returning to him as the waves of his orgasm finally settled.
"Don't even try it, Aether," his voice still faltering slightly, evoking a good natured laugh from the Quintessence Ghoul, "flattery won't get you anywhere."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Writing about the Chain finding places! In this one, our younger heroes are exploring Kakariko's graveyard when they find the entrance to the Shadow Temple.
This is the last major update for The More Things Change. These stories have been a lot of fun to write, and it's been a great two years of thinking about these heroes and making these connections.
Ao3 link to chapter 1 in my final installment for this long-running series! In the last work, the Chain defeated Ganon and the Shadow, and they were able to undo Zelda's draconification. Now, all that's left is a parting.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
New work has been added to The More Things Change! Wild and Wars go off on their own to further investigate the Arbiter's Grounds of Wild's era. Warriors is looking for something special that he left there after his own journey, but does it truly still exist? Warriors looks to find any connection he can to his own adventure, in a version of Hyrule where everyone but him had managed to do the same.
Nearing the end of this massive series. Second-to-last chapter for The More Things Change. We take this time to see how some of our heroes are living their lives after the departure.
