and if i told you she's eight years old already?????

2024 vs. 2016

fuck it lemme just post some of my worms while I'm here

Her big green eyes could drive any man mad, he was certain of it. Yet, of all people, he was the one graced with her presence. He was the one she deemed worthy enough for those bewitching eyes to gaze upon…

I’m supposed to be writing my fic but I keep thinking about post-canon 👉👈

and they were cellmates

(my god they were cellmates)

one day i'll get this thing done

They will be colored soon.

Of Wolves, Potions, and Goat Cheese - Chapter X

Chapter X: A Potion Girl, Breaking and Entering (Again)

The lights of Hyrule Castle flickered on and off. Like the kingdom itself, the castle was grasping to any semblance of life, struggling to maintain a sense of composure. Every few minutes or so, the electric lights would hold, illuminating Shad and Fae’s path through the ground floor. As soon as they grew comfortable, however, they would suddenly shut off once more, blinding the two in unending twilight.

Shad huffed as he, once again, had to relight his lantern. Despite having to use it less, given the lighting situation, it felt like he was wasting oil, having to constantly put the flame out and relight it mere minutes later. Fae couldn’t say anything to comfort her former schoolmate, instead fixing her eyes on the map that was provided to her. She felt like it was of little use to her, given her utter illiteracy with maps; yet, Shad insisted he led the way while she navigated.  

The redhead couldn’t protest this, either. After all, Shad’s father was welcomed in Hyrule Castle many times, and there was no doubt the young man had, at least, a vague idea where he was going. He was also the only one with a weapon.

Hyrule Castle was a maze, and it was explicitly designed that way. The winding passageways were intended to confuse potential intruders, to break enemy ranks so that Hylian soldiers could face them in smaller numbers. The halls were so narrow, she and Shad were forced to walk in single file.  

“My father once told me this was for tactical reasons,” Shad explained in a hushed tone. “Apparently, blueprints for the castle were created shortly after the Blight.”

Fae nodded at this, and her legs were shaking as she kept pace just behind him. “Zelda Alma once said it was inspired by the Lost Woods...”

The young man hummed affirmatively, yet he didn’t continue the brief conversation. Fae let the silence hang in the air, and she was suddenly much more aware of their footsteps. Her shoes clacked with every step she took on the tiled marble floor. Just hours ago, the sound was a comfort as she navigated the museum. Now, in the barren, demolished halls of Hyrule Castle, it only made her that much more aware of their situation. She and Shad were intruders, and every footfall and every twitch of the lantern could alert any lingering scouts or enemy guards to their presence.

WIP Wednesday - Breaking and Entering

“We’re here,” Shad whispered.

“R-Really?”

The young man nodded his reply, and he slowly opened one of the large, oak double doors. The door gave a loud creak, causing the two to wince, and Shad rushed Fae inside before closing it behind him.

The girl’s mouth hung open as she took in the sight of the royal library. To her surprise, it wasn’t as damaged as some of the chambers leading up to it. While there was no shortage of books scattered about the ground, nothing appeared to be intentionally scorched or destroyed. Perhaps it was because, despite the grand library having a second floor, it must have been out of the way of main path leading up to the throne room. Despite that, the room was completely devoid of light. The lamps weren’t even attempting to flicker, nor the brass chandelier over their heads. Feeble as it was, Shad held the only light in the library.

Had it been under different circumstances, Fae would gladly have gotten hopelessly lost in the library, losing herself in the thousands of tomes lying in wait. The collection was likely hundreds of years old, after all! Alas, the situation was much more dire than Fae desired. Still, the library was immense, and nothing appeared to have any clear labeling system, from what Fae could see. Worse still, there wasn’t exactly a librarian to point them in the right direction. If Shad was specifically instructed to come here to grab sensitive documents, where were they even supposed to start?

“So...” She hesitantly turned to Shad. “W-Where are we supposed to go?”

“Auru informed me of a private chamber here. It was once his office, I believe. The documents there are reserved for the royal family and their scholars.” He took a small key out of his coat pocket, and he sighed through his nose as he stared down at it, his hand trembling slightly. “I do hope it was left untarnished.”

The redhead nodded slowly, and she took a step towards Shad before speaking again. “D-Did he say where it is?”

“No, just...” He clenched his fist over his key, and he shook his head as he tucked it away in his coat. “It’s somewhere on this floor, Miss Kelda, rest assured.”

Despite the confidence he held in his words, Shad still took a moment before proceeding ahead of her, sticking close to the wall.  

“... O-Okay,” Fae eventually replied, more to herself as she trailed along behind him.

Their backs were practically glued to the wall as they shimmied along. There had to be another door somewhere in the library, and Fae could only hope they’d hit it soon. The longer they lingered there, the more aware she became of the castle’s creaking and cracking. She didn’t know if it was merely the building’s infrastructure causing those noises, or if guards and sentries were finally moving around outside of the library. Did someone finally realize their intrusion? Was someone—or something—looking for them?

The small light did nothing to quell her fears. Every step they took, the shadows grew taller, constantly shifting with and seemingly following them. Fae didn’t dare move her eyes elsewhere. If she focused on anything else, would the shadows start moving closer? Was she being paranoid, imagining figures that weren’t there? Given the situation, it wasn’t unreasonable to be on high alert. After all, there was no telling when they would finally be spotted.

Eventually, Shad’s back hit a small door with a thud. Fae gave a sharp gasp, and the young man swiftly shushed her. Still, the two stared wide-eyed at it, and they shared a glance before Shad took the key out again, his hand trembling as he took a shuddered breath. Unlike the large double doors on either side of the library, this one was a normal, rectangular door. It had a brass handle on it, and just above the handle was a keyhole.

“D-Do you think it’s...?”

He pushed the key into the lock. The two leaned forward, and Shad twisted it. A small click sounded, and Fae sighed in relief.

“Oh, thank goodness,” he mumbled, and he grabbed the handle and pushed the door open, ushering Fae to follow. She obliged, and she took in the new room.

There was a certain must to the room, as if it hadn’t been exposed to air for a long time. The documents and tomes surrounding them were aged and yellowed, the spines worn, and the pages cracked. In truth, there weren’t many published books on the shelves; instead, most of them were a large selection of papers bound together between pieces of leather and lettered with pressed ink. There wasn’t much wiggle room, and there was little more than a desk and the documents on the three walls surrounding it. It appeared to be meant for only one person at a time.

Shad set the lantern down on the desk, and he took out his journal as he thumbed over the back pages. Perhaps his colleague had left instructions for him there? Still, unsure where to look, Fae gently pressed her pointer finger along the old collection, skimming over their titles in search of the correct item.

“Don’t go looking for that cursed swordsman,” Shad suddenly chastised her. Fae’s eyes shot open and, for the first time since they got there, she scoffed at her former classmate and crossed her arms.

“And you don’t go looking for oocca,” she huffed in reply.

Shad glared at her in return, and he shut his journal before starting to glance over the bookshelves opposite the desk.

“I was informed these documents were sorted sequentially,” he explained bluntly, “with the legend of the first chosen hero beginning here.”

He pointed to the right of the desk, highlighting the start of a royal family member’s intellectual journey. If events were sorted in order, that meant the Interloper War was more than likely placed where Shad was looking. The thought to spite Shad and dig for the manuscripts to the Hero of Time’s journals was enticing. It would have been so easy to do. The shelf just to her right covered the most recent event in Hyrule’s history. Everything was right there. The War of Blight and the ogre mask destroyed the Hero of Time and warped him into the “cursed swordsman” everyone referred him to.  

The Chronicles of a Cursed Swordsman painted him as a dark character—a man plagued by unseen demons, longing for Queen Zelda Alma whilst married to another. How much of the published book was genuine? How much of it was sensationalized by editors and further warped by every hand that touched it, every mind that questioned why he wore that horrid mask and committed the atrocities he did?

Were they not so short on time, perhaps Fae would have been able to entertain the thought. With a sigh, she joined Shad at the middle set of shelves and started at the bottom, whereas he searched from the top.

Other doodles I’ve forgotten to post

Of Wolves, Potions, and Goat Cheese - Chapter IX

Chapter IX: A Potion Girl, Seeking Answers

Fae’s entire body was in pain.  

She groaned as she slumped against the lone tree on Jovani’s lawn, her eyes squinted shut as the muscles in her legs burned with every action she took. Last night was her first shift at Telma’s bar, full of running around the establishment to serve and cook for every patron who came in. A day later, her body was still reeling from the foreign actions she was making. Fae never thought herself as unfit, given her average figure; then again, she hadn’t done any mandatory physical activity since she was fourteen. At least Telma was kind enough to give her the day off...  

Fae looked over across the yard, a small frown on her face as the mother cat and her kittens tentatively pawed at the bits of salmon on the grass. Ten hours of bar work she went through the night before, and she couldn’t even follow up and bring the cats the cucco bits she promised them. She could have sworn the mother cat eyed her with scorn as she took a bite, but it very well could have been her imagination. Perhaps she was just being too hard on herself.  

Perhaps the cats could feel her negative energy.  

“I’m sorry, guys,” she whispered to all four of them, a sad smile on her face. “The market didn’t have cucco today...”  

The mother let out a soft “mrrow” as she took another bite at the salmon, to which the kittens eventually followed suit. Relieved that the apology gift wouldn’t go to waste, Fae sighed through her nose, and she lugged a large book out of her basket. She looked down at the title with furrowed brows: 

Hyrule at War: A History of Conflicts, Skirmishes, and Invasions in the Land Touched by the Golden Goddesses.    

It was a first edition copy of the book, and it was scarcely held by anyone, only read by those proficient in Old Hylian. It had been sitting on her bookshelf for ages, something her mother had taken from her former home when uprooting to Castle Town. The title spoke for itself, and the mention of “invasion” was what especially caught her interest when she first picked it up. For as much as Hyrule glorified its “unification” of the land during the Era of Time, and as much as her history classes made a big show of dragging out discussions of the King of Evil’s attempted invasion of the land many years ago, the history of the many other times the country was invaded seemed to be a thorn in the side of Hyrule’s pride, a stain to be washed out no matter the cost. 

Luckily, like an old quilt passed down through the ages, a handful of historians made the effort to preserve the history Hyrule attempted to blot out. The tome documented every major event in the kingdom of Hyrule as intimately as possible, from the legend of the Demon King’s demise to the War of Blight that rendered Southern Hyrule uninhabitable. The book was written just after that particular incident, so Fae could only hope that the contents within held more information than the history books from her classes. After all, she wasn’t seeking a recent war, nor a distant legend. Instead, there was one particular invasion she set her sights on: 

The Interloper War.

WIP Wednesday - Sparring

Celine grunted and rolled from her opponent’s downward swing. The polished wood screeched beneath her as she twisted back onto her feet, gripping her saber in both hands. Yvania was undeterred, one slender arm held behind her back, and her grip on her blade lax. Not a hair was out of place, not a single blonde curl ripped from her ponytail, while the redhead’s hair was draped over her face, her breathing slightly heavy from her more intensive efforts to dodge Yvania’s attacks.  

Without warning, the girl stabbed the dulled blade through Yvania’s handle and knocked it out of her hand. The blonde’s honey-colored eyes bolted open, frozen as the saber clattered to the ground. Most of the other ladies in the training hall continued like nothing had happened; many blades hit the ground every day, after all.  

Though she still panted as she straightened herself, Celine was beaming as she held her right hand out to shake. “Good game!” she cheered. Yvania, however, didn’t accept her invitation, merely sticking her nose up as she moved to collect her saber.

“Brute,” she scoffed.

Celine’s long ears drooped slightly at the comment, her lips jutted into a pout as she stared down at her blade. Was it really so brutish of her to fight the way she did? It worked perfectly well when she and Forge were running around the woods.

Suddenly, she felt a lithe, gloved hand on her shoulder, and she spun around to meet whomever touched her, her sword held out once more. The moment she spotted platinum-blond hair, however, she quickly relaxed and dropped one of her hands.

“My apologies, Lord Mascus,” Celine muttered with a small bow. However, Mascus held a hand up to silence her.

“No need, Lady Celine. You train admirably.” The tall man placed his hands behind his back, and he hummed softly before continuing. “However, I must ask...” His narrowed eyes shifted from her face to her saber, and he let out a soft ‘tch.’ Already, the room had fallen silent.

“Where did you learn your stance? It’s certainly not what Madame Dreya instructs of you.”

“Oh, um...” The young woman’s face flushed as she hesitantly slid her feet back together. Already, she knew everyone’s eyes were on her, her back and her arms tensing at the thought. For a moment, she hesitated to answer, but she knew Mascus wouldn’t go away until she gave an answer. “Well... One of my friends taught me. After the incident that, uh...” Celine touched her hand to her right cheek, a visual reminder of a years-old mistake, “he showed me how he fought. Just in case I ever needed to protect myself.”

“Why with two hands, if I may ask?”

“So I can swing harder,” she replied bluntly.  

some doodles from last night