#tbp far

[batrogers]

Another thing I drew/finished ages ago, goddamn.

Can you tell I like drawing blood? I was having so much fun doing blood here.

Clockwise from the top: @triforce-of-mischief's design for a racebent LU Legend @thatbrokenpromise Far (Zelda 1 & 2 Link) @recalled11 Twilight @ageless-soul-au Sky (bottom) and Hyrule (middle) @houseofheroesau Sky also @/linkeduniverse Sky, with injuries from one of my fics (mind the tags!)

[iolitemoth]

you know that video of the baby who keeps going back and forth between wanting to be held by their dad and his identical twin?

that, but red if time and far are standing too close

aawww that’s so cute!!! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

he needs equal cuddle time with both of them <3

[triforce-of-mischief]

"The jar," Ordon said. "Now." Cia's eyes darkened with hate. Her hands tensed on the jar for just a second before she laughed. "Oh, very well," she said, and let it fall. Link lunged, too late. The jar froze, an outline of shining gold and then it rose again, back to where Cia had held it before. The woman gasped, but Link threw her aside to seize the jar from the air. The gold snapped with a sound like cracking glass but he could see and feel it wasn't the jar that broke. Far, fragile and crumpled, a tiny figure only as tall as his palm with glimmering white wings, was wrapped around Minish as though he could save the smaller man with his body alone. They were terrified, but alive.

-Overflow by Tassledown/@batrogers/@thatbrokenpromise

reblogs are very much appreciated!

[fable-stims]

@cutiepieautistic's 1602 followers challenge day 8: a comfort character!

This is Far from @thatbrokenpromise <3

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[batrogers]

Link has a totally normal Thunder spell. Definitely not affected by the blood curse.

Don't worry about the trident <3

Character design of Zelda 2 Link from @thatbrokenpromise

[batrogers]

Art for They Held The Sky Suspended, a @thatbrokenpromise AU Doll Reveal fic. Characters are Chief (Spirit Tracks, medic) and Far (Zelda I & II)

Don't worry. Everything's gonna be fine...

Far just might have wanted to mention the dolls a little sooner.

(Redo of older art, with new character designs.)

[triforce-of-mischief]

Confused/disoriented with Far and/or Outset from That Broken Promise.

It was hot by the fire, and Far didn’t really know why he had found himself sitting near it. He had a fever, he could tell, and he wasn’t going to hide it very well if he let himself overheat. On top of that, the fire was the natural gathering place, and Far couldn’t hide at all if he set himself up in the middle of camp. Too many eyes, they would know that something was wrong, that Far was weak, and he couldn’t let that happen because… because that’s always how he went about it. Being in a large group meant less danger, but sometimes more danger, and right now it was more.

So he stood up, and walked in a very normal and steady and straight line and didn’t wobble at all, and then he ran into Outset.

“Far?”

“Hi,” Far said.

“Hi,” Outset said. “What are you doing?”

“Um.” Far thought for so long that he forgot that he was supposed to be thinking of something in the first place.

“Right,” Outset said after a while. “Well, while you’re here, do you mind leading me to the fire?”

“Huh? Yeah, sure,” Far agreed, and Outset took his arm in one hand and his cane in the other and they walked back to the fire.

If Far had hoped to sneak away again, he was instantly trapped when Outset casually pulled them both to the ground and practically draped himself over Far’s lap. “Got a blanket?” Outset asked.

“You’re still cold? Tha’s no good,” Far frowned, and quickly found one. It was shaking in his grip before Outset pulled it from his hands. Weird.

Outset wrapped the blanket around them both, and this time Far wasn’t bothered by the fire at all. In fact, the heat from the flames and his friend felt… really good. His head felt heavy and he rested it on Outset’s, who didn’t seem to mind. Far struggled to keep his eyes open and he let himself rest… just for a moment.

[triforce-of-mischief]

[@hyah-lian requested a sickfic prompt; Far/Rabbit/Ordon down with the flu and ending up with grumpy cuddles]

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Their tent was a miserable place to be. Rabbit stood his ground near the entrance, arguing with Smith to let him out. If it wasn't for whoever was their assigned guard at the moment, Far would've snuck out a while ago, and Ordon was likely to follow. At least he had a tent. Though company wasn't preferable, he had chosen his companions so this was who Far was stuck with.

Only Minish, the lucky thing, had managed to avoid the sickness that the other three had woken up with. They were trapped in their quarantine until they got better or the rest of the group came down with it too.

Rabbit broke into a fit of coughing, inadvertently letting Smith win. He collapsed onto his bedroll, breathing hard after it passed.

"They won't let me out," Rabbit groaned. "Not even to get some water. We're to ask for it to be brought to us."

"C'mon, we can't have everybody getting sick," Far said tiredly, and glanced at Ordon.

Far and Ordon had butted heads earlier, when they had noticed each others' predicaments. Ordon had been so overbearing that Far had been freaked out a bit, but he had retaliated by simply giving Ordon the exact same treatment. Ordon had shifted to his wolf form after his attempts to coddle Far were thwarted, and they had retreated to opposite corners of the tent.

Ordon gave a weak growl. Far gave him a lopsided grin right back.

"But I can still do things!" Rabbit protested. "Look at me, I'm fine! I'm barely sick!"

"You'll hit your fever soon enough," Far said, and Ordon huffed agreement.

Rabbit coughed again, and Far made a considering noise.

"Hey Ordon, what say we both get what we want?" Far said quietly, gesturing at Rabbit.

Ordon flicked an ear and heaved himself up. He crept behind Rabbit, who was completely unaware, and easily took his sleeve between his teeth. He gently tugged and Rabbit had no choice but to stumble over to where Far was waiting.

"Ordon, don't you dare!" Rabbit hissed as Ordon slipped behind him and shoved him into Far's arms. "Far, you're roasting, now isn't the time for cuddles-"

Far laughed softly, holding his squirming partner tight. "We're all stuck in here together, we might as well."