Hello!
Feels like it’s been forever since I last uploaded a drawing. May was super hectic for me, I barely had time to draw. But now I’ve got a bit of free time, and I’m using it to get my revenge—by drawing a lot!
SS: I’ve been wanting to draw this scene for so long.
AoL: Finally colored this old sketch.
Lttp: This is the scene at the start of the LTTP game, and I think Link only hears Zelda’s voice telepathically. He doesn’t know what she looks like, so I didn’t draw her here. I love drawing Link’s rain-soaked hair
TP: I think I messed up the coloring on this one. I just can’t feel the depth. I wanted to color the throne to look dark (with deep tones) but also distant (fading into white), and I couldn’t get it to blend properly. not enough...
『Antinomy : two propositions that are each logically consistent based on generally accepted principles, but that contradict each other. 』 —— Immanuel Kant
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Time and Sky are also a very interesting control group ˙ᵕ˙
actually hate that the bodys response to anything is nausea. ate too much? nauseous. ate too little? nauseous. an imaginary threat got you scared? be nauseous. on your period? you guessed it. sawed into your hand and need to go to the emergency room? perhaps throwing up into your open wound will be of help
MORE WARRIORS. I'm like Squidward in that episode where he tasted crabsburger for the first time I can't get enough
Original
it's actually an experiment that I was forced into because I had to spend a day on my second OS, got bored, installed krita on there, didn't have my regular brushes but wanted to paint SO BAD. and here we are (Twilight was also part of the experiment but I don't really like how he turned out so shhhhh)
gonna drop this too, those are exploration sketches originally, but I kinda liked my first attempt so it's more of a ref sheet now.. and now I think that I should make ref sheets for the rest of them cause why does Time always look different, is it just me
Appellation (What Are We To Each Other?) (part 1/2)
(AO3 link coming soon)
Based on this amazing short comic by @kikker-oma ! I have wanted to make fics based on their wonderful pieces of art before, but this one grabbed me by the THROAT and I wrote this in one day.
Please go support the artist with a like or a reblog!
(And I'm going to try to post Part 2 tomorrow, it's almost done!)
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Summary: Twilight knows what the Captain thinks of him. Doesn't he?
Tags: Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Whump, Angst, Crushing, not like a crush, like think of Attack on Titan
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Twilight knew that Warriors looked down on him. It made sense, in truth, and Twilight could hardly blame the man for it.
Based on his accent and mannerisms, it was clear that the Captain hailed from the nobility, or at least the big city. Twilight could see the judgement in Warriors' eyes whenever Twilight spoke, his country drawl apparent no matter how he tried to minimize it.
He could see how Warriors shifted and looked away from him in embarrassment when they had to meet with—or, Spirits forbid, eat with—royalty, which happened more often than Twilight could really stand on this journey.
He could see scorn in the way Warriors and Shade—Time—kept their heads together late at night, talking quietly, close in a way that Twilight knew that he could never be to either of them. He kept to himself, spending more time with the younger Heroes, and tried to ignore the loneliness and jealousy that stuck in his craw like rancid meat. Jealousy, after all, was unbecoming of a Hero.
And beyond that, Warriors was knighted and ranked in his own era, while Twilight had no formal training beyond what Shade had given him. And he could hardly even admit to that, in present company.
So Twilight accepted the sidelong glances and the feeling that his every small mistake was being judged.
It rankled, but he accepted it. He didn't need approval from some pushed-up, puffed-up army boy to know his own worth.
Of all the people Twilight wanted to get stuck with after a bad portal, though, Warriors was at the very bottom of the list.
Especially when he had no idea where the rest of the Chain ended up.
And especially when they got dropped practically on a hinox's lap.
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"—! —Rancher!"
Twilight's head was ringing, the blue sky above spinning slowly overhead. He was on the ground, he could tell that by the cool dirt that pressed against his whole back and side. He had fallen twisted, he supposed.
It took a few slow blinks for him to remember exactly what was happening, but even the rush of adrenaline he felt wasn't enough to totally clear his head.
Blood caked the left side of his face, gluing his eye shut and getting in his mouth, the coppery taste of it making his insides squirm. Or maybe that was nausea from the way his vision was tilting.
What he had thought was the thumping of his heart was actually the ground shaking with heavy footfalls. And they were getting closer.
His sword. He needed his sword.
He looked around slowly, trying to ignore the pain shooting through his neck at every tiny motion. A huge, dark blur filled his doubled vision and he knew that wasn't good but he couldn't do anything about it without his sword and maybe standing up would be good, too—
"RANCHER!"
There was roar that made Twilight's head hurt, a flash of blue and green and silver, and then another roar that sounded more surprised and pained than angry. Twilight got one groping hand underneath his shoulder and started to push himself up, still only half-aware but with the feeling that he needed to move or things would get worse quickly.
With a few more rapid blinks, his vision went from blurry to only slightly out of focus, and he got up as far as his elbows before he had to stop for some deep breaths.
"Come on then! Eye on me, pretty lady, keep your gorgeous yellow eye on me!"
…What?
The hinox was looming over Twilight, massive feet far too close to his prone form for comfort, and every step it took made Twilight tense with fear. He wanted to get up or roll away or something but he didn't want to draw attention to himself when he was in such a vulnerable position. The fact that the hinox hadn't crushed him into jelly yet—
"That's it, my darling, watch me! Don't look away!"
Warriors was shouting at the monster, spouting utter nonsense, and threatening it with his sword. It was like he was trying to coax the hinox away from Twilight, keeping its attention like he was goading an angry bear. Except the hinox was more dangerous than any bear, and two or three times as large as one, and Warriors seemed like he was trying to get hit!
Gotta get up. Gotta help!
Twilight pushed himself up on trembling knees, and the hinox immediately turned on him, its lumbering bulk swaying with the inertia of its turn. It raised its club to smash him and there was no way he could get out of the way like this—The club swung—
A wordless shout, and the Captain was interceding, catching the club that was as tall as himself against his steel shield. The metal shook as it absorbed the force of the blow, buckling—and Warriors, too, buckled, his arm collapsing under the strike. He grunted but kept his feet, forcing the hinox to pull back for another blow.
Twilight was sure that arm was broken, or the shoulder joint torn. No man could withstand a strike like that without repercussions.
Sure enough, Warriors lowered the shield and shook his arm out of the straps, dropping the bent metal to the ground beside Twilight. He took a two-handed grip on his sword, still standing between Twilight and the hinox.
Staggering a little, Twilight made it to his feet. "I'm up," he growled at Warriors' back. "Move aside, I'll finish this."
Warriors didn't even look back at him. Didn't act like he had heard at all. Was that how little the Captain thought of him?
Well, whatever.
Twilight pulled his crossbow out of its case and set a bolt with shaking hands. He would have preferred to use his regular bow—loading bolts was slow and risky—but he was afraid that with the amount of pain his neck was in, he wouldn't be able to draw to full strength.
And he needed power right now.
The bolt clicked into place and Twilight stepped out from behind the Captain, sighting carefully, aware that his vision couldn't fully be trusted. But as soon as he raised his crossbow, the damned hinox lifted a hand to cover its vulnerable eye!
Twilight cursed, trying to find an opening. "I need a clear shot," he muttered to himself.
Now Warriors heard him. The Captain glanced between the crossbow in Twilight's hands and the hinox, then back again.
"…It only has two hands," the man said thoughtfully.
What the hell does he—
Twilight didn't have time to ask, because Warriors suddenly ran straight towards the hinox, and if he didn't look like a bear-baiter before he certainly did now!
"Hey!" the Captain was yelling again. "Down here! Yes, right here!"
The hinox growled, trying to swipe at Warriors with its club, but the Captain was so fast he got right up close to the hinox's feet, where it couldn't reach with its club. The hinox jigged around him, trying to back up and keep its hand over its eye, but Warriors kept pressing close, like they were partners in some bizarre court dance.
Then Warriors stopped, waving his hands over his head.
And the hinox snatched him up in one giant hand. Warriors cried out, not with surprise, but with pain.
Twilight swung his crossbow into position, praying he wouldn't hit Warriors, and fired. It took mere seconds.
Seconds were too long.
Between one breath and the next, the hinox flexed its hand. Warriors gasped and went limp in its grasp. And the bolt struck home.
The hinox staggered backward, howling in pain. It dropped both its club and its victim to the ground to clutch at its eye with both hands, but it was already fading away, turning to ash with a smell like a dead swamp.
The smoke hadn't even cleared as Twilight staggered to the crumpled body on the ground.
Twilight skidded on his knees to land beside Warriors, his heart beating fast fit to crack his own ribs.
He got an arm behind the Captain's shoulders and roughly lifted him, barely restraining himself from grabbing the front of the idiot's shirt and shaking him.
Warriors' pale face was liberally spattered with blood, and a harsh red bruise was forming on one cheek. His nose was bleeding freely and looked broken, in Twilight's unfortunately expert opinion.
As Warriors was lifted, he let out a weak cough, one which crackled in his throat like paper being crumpled, and fresh, hot blood poured down his chin. The man winced in pain, and a thin moan slipped from between his lips. His eyes remained shut.
"Hey. Hey!" Twilight snapped, his temper fraying for reasons he couldn't name. He rummaged one-handed in his pouch for a potion, his gaze pulled briefly away from Warriors' pained face. "Stay awake, peacock. You gotta drink some'in."
"C'n…" Warriors groaned, his eyelids fluttering open. A quick glance at his glazed look and dilated pupils was sufficient for Twilight to identify a head wound — a bad one.
For some reason it made him even angrier.
"That was a downrigh' foolish move, Capt'n!" Twilight scolded. His hand closed over the cool glass of a potion bottle and he yanked it free.
He startled when a shaking hand appeared in his vision, reaching for his face. Before he could shy away, Warriors' bloodied hand was on his cheek, the Captain's thumb swiping gently under his eye, catching on the sticky blood there and smearing it.
"Shh…" Warriors murmured, his voice crackling again. His dazed eyes seemed to jitter, unable to focus on Twilight's face, and Twilight wondered how much he could actually see.
"Don't cry," Warriors breathed. That tender touch on Twilight's cheek didn't falter as Warriors continued to wipe away imagined tears. His voice grew fainter as he said, "'S okay… brother…"
Twilight's heart dropped like a stone.
What is he… What does he…
A moment later, Warriors' hand fell limply onto Twilight's shoulder, and the Captain went still.
THE DEEP SHUDDERING BREATH I TOOK IN EXCITEMENT AS I READ THIS
WOW OH MY GOODNESS
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THANK YOU!!!!!!!
Oh the lovely way that Twi is feeling so jealous and inferior and jaded towards Wars and Wars is probably absolutely none the wiser😭
Oh and the way he baits the Hinox?? Iconic. Womanizer Wars in his absolute PRIME LOL. If LU were DND the Captain would be the worst/beat bard ever🤣 maxed out charisma 🤣
Wow seriously thank you!! So so excited for part 2😄😄😄
