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[the-wanderer]

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LINKTOBER DAY 6! Lookout Landing

Purah’s having a no good month. Her research interns dig up some great spooky evil, her sister’s nagging her about said interns disappearing post great spooky evil, and to add insult to injury she’s self imposing herself to keep an Eye Out on Great Spooky Evil.

On that note, zelda and link survived the depths for two weeks eating nothing but bananas filched from yiga scouts, deep fireflies, and the stray frog thing that isn’t too infected by malice. (They followed several lights and were VERY pleasantly surprised to see robbie poking around.)

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[mythboundcal]

The Garden Doesn’t Know She’s Gone Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Fanfic by MythboundCal

Zelda’s garden doesn’t know she’s gone.

It still blooms like she’ll be back any second—like the sunflowers haven’t noticed she stopped humming to them, like the lavender didn’t watch her vanish into light.

Link stands at the gate. The wood is soft with age, half-swallowed by ivy. The watering can rests exactly where she left it in Hateno. Rusting. Waiting.

He doesn’t touch it.

Not out of neglect.

Just… fear.

That if he waters the garden, it might forget her—that its roots will stop searching for her footsteps, its blossoms will stop blooming in her colors.

So he lets it grow wild.

The basil climbs the wrong wall. The squash vines curl over the porch. The chimes still sing when the wind hits just right, a song no one ever wrote down.

And her gloves still hang on a bent nail by the shed. One turned inside out. He doesn’t fix it.

Somewhere beneath the soil are seeds she never named. He won’t dig for them. If they bloom, they bloom. If they don’t… he’ll wait with them.

Today, he sits. The Master Sword leans nearby, but he doesn’t reach for it.

The porch creaks under his weight. He watches the marigolds twitch in the breeze, reaching for hands that never come.

The villagers don’t ask anymore. He’s glad.

Because how do you explain a wound that grows flowers?

Even now, he hears her voice on the air—light, scolding, fond. “Don’t overwater the rosemary, Link. It hates being fussed over.”

He doesn’t answer.

Just lets the wind rustle the leaves. Lets the garden carry the silence.

And when a white lily opens—out of season, out of place—he doesn’t wonder how.

The garden remembers.

So he doesn’t have to.

[chimpukampu]

The reason why Kass went missing in TOTK

And why the Bow of Light was never seen again

You gotta need to dispose the murder weapon right?

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DRAGON PRINCESS 3 INCH KEYCHAINS!! ^0^

Introducing my new dragon princess keychains!!! They're up NOW on my etsy!!

"Protect them all!" 🩵She'll do anything it takes to protect her subjects. This keychain has a plastic film to protect it from damage so make