@tashacee / tashacee.tumblr.com
your stories are all so good and i look so forward to them updating and posting every wednesday and saturday!!
do you have plans on finishing idolatry anytime soon? you left us on such an EVIL cliffhanger and it haunts my nightmares
AHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH! And yes, we do! We're working on the next chapter now, as it happens 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
I made an Idolatry fanart. Would you like to be tagged?
YES PLEASE YES OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Stone Warriors from the fic Idolatry, by Tashacee and TwoDumbasses on ao3. This fic is so good and just oughhhh, living stone is such a brilliant concept and Wars is having a rough time in this fic. Poor mate. Link to the fic below
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57248686/chapters/145620478
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE IT! OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH! @a-manicured-lawn come see it's the BOI!
it's so wonderful and you absolutely captured the mood thank you so so so much!
“Here we are!” Evinal declared, and his voice was proud he flung open the door.
Honestly, Time hadn’t been sure what to expect when he followed the baron out to his garden. He had led them to what looked like a small gardener’s hut, but apparently this was where the man’s sculptor in residence did his work.
And honestly? As far as odd hobbies of the elite went, supporting a local artisan in his work wasn’t the weirdest out there. Even if Time did have reservations over quite how many statues there were of his brother around the city, this garden at least seemed mercifully free of them.
Evinal smiled and gestured to Time to go on in. Time hesitated, something about that gesture feeling a little… off. Wasn’t Evinal supposed to walk through the door first? As a sign of his higher status? Time had never pretended to have a title and he was fairly certain that his accent, a mishmash of Kokiri, Terminan, and the soft burr of the villages near Lon Lon ranch, marked him out as being distinctly below the baron on the social ladder.
…maybe Evinal wasn’t as bad as he’d thought. Maybe underneath the pompous exterior, he really was just a genial, slightly dramatic old man.
Either way, he had information on Link. On Time’s big brother. Sure, he wasn’t quite sure why they were going to a mason’s workshop, but the minutiae of courtly manners didn’t exactly seem important right now. Time stepped through the door, nodding politely to the baron as he went.
He didn’t like how Evinal’s smile stretched as he passed.
When the the Chain get Wars back in Idolatry he should just show up and act like he didn't miss his shift just to give people a heart attack for the bit.
Warriors, showing up a year late with starbucks: Oh hi guys sorry the traffic was mad
Folks, writing Idolatry with @a-manicured-lawn is giving me so much brainrot
Link… remembers.
Sometimes he wishes that he didn’t. That everything that had happened before this could be washed away in the near constant rain, but despite all the things that he had lost over the past year, his memory remained as crisp and clear as it had ever been.
Link was alone. Alone with nothing but his memories for company. His memories and the constant, driving rain. With the square dark and empty like this, there was little that he could do to hold them back, and sometimes the memories all came rushing back so fierce and terrible that they almost seemed like they were real.
He wanted desperately to shut his eyes against them. To never revisit them ever again. To move on with his life as if none of this had ever happened.
But he can’t move on. He can’t close his eyes.
Perpetually making fanart of @tashacee and @a-manicured-lawn’s Idolatry instead of actually working on my comics. I’M FINE
Statue man. Man that is stone. Statue made of stone man. Man made of statue stone. Statue man.
don't ask me how i missed this being posted when you literally told me you were going to but AWWESDXRCYGHBUJNKO::OJHLGKFJDTHRGSAFZDXGHVK SAPPH
Your art is so unbelievably good, like?????
You just. You caught the mood of the scenes so well.And the visuals too - I love the touch in the True Dream one that Sky has the sort of swirls on him. It was like being in a Sacred Realm, so he would have looked like that!
Just.
UIGTDHGKHJ<
Forever loving your art.
THANK YOU!
By myself and @tashacee
And now here they were, a day later, standing outside the stately manor of Baron Evinal Vocavit Fallax. All of them were fussing with the new clothing they’d been trussed up in and waiting to be announced. Hyrule was particularly twitchy, pulling at his collar and fussing with his lacy cuffs as he intermittently shot furious glares over at Wind. The Sailor, for his part, was staunchly ignoring the looks and grumbling as he pulled at his tunic, cursing under his breath loudly enough that he was getting pointed looks from Sky, Twilight, and even Time himself.
There was nothing else for it - they’d learn nothing standing out here. Time to go inside and mingle.
“The Eight Honorable Heroes of the Flea End Community Center!” A voice called. Out of the corner of his eye, Time could see Four raise an eyebrow, but he herded them along nonetheless. As they entered the room proper, though, none of them could hold back a gasp.
It was so, so, so…
Tacky.
YEAH NEW CHAPTER TIME!
I made more fanart for @tashacee and @a-manicured-lawn’s Idolatry! You can definitely expect to see more of this in the future, by the way. As long as they keep writing art-able moments, I will keep making art.
Seriously!! Guys!! The writing is SO GOOD! Here’s the link, you should read it if you haven’t already!
Oh that sound? YEAH that’s me screaming! With joy! Over how much I love this!!!!!
SAPPHIRE THIS IS INCREDIBLE THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!
Whatever respite the Chain had been given the day before from the downpour, it had clearly run out. Rain lashed the windowpanes and rattled against the roof, drowning out the crackling of the fire in the grate and providing a backdrop to the otherwise silent morning. Everyone had taken a page from Sky’s book, huddling up under the covers together until well past their usual waking hour.
One by one, they all stumbled, groggy and exhausted, out of their bedrooms and into the communal living area. Not one of them regretted volunteering the previous day or any of the work that they had done, but they all felt as if they’d gone ten rounds with a lynel rather than helped out at a charity.
They collectively thanked whatever benevolent guardian had inspired the innkeepers to leave a tray of supplies for making a hot drink on their small kitchenette’s counter. Sure, Wild had the appropriate things in his slate, but it was so much easier to just have it all available and waiting.
After about half an hour they all had managed to make it at least vaguely upright, even if only to immediately collapse into sofas and armchairs (or, in Wild’s case, a hot bath). If there was one thing that they were in agreement on, it was that they needed a hot drink and a chance to wake up before they stumbled down for breakfast.
The rain’s dismal atmosphere had leached into the room, making it grey and gloomy both outside and in. They were all still mourning the loss of their would-be brother. Time and Wind were both pale and the bags under their red eyes spoke of another night full of tears. But… there was something there. A brightness that had not been amongst them the morning before, just beginning to creep through the shadows.
Upon entering the Community Centre, the first thing that hit them was the smell of cooking, of rich spices and roasting vegetables. To one side, Wind could see a row of tables holding massive tureens of soup and stew, along with vast trays of bread rolls, hand pies, and pots upon pots of tea, all handed out to a steady stream of people by a group of smiling volunteers.
Long rows of tables filled up a vast section of the room, with space for well over a hundred people to sit and eat at once, with yet more clusters of sofas and smaller tables to the side. As the Chain walked in, they could see another room leading off from this, home to dozens of people bent over cutting boards and spices and yet more tureens of soup. Their clothes ranged from ratty to extravagant, and yet all were carrying on their task with a dedication that was almost loving.
…Wind couldn’t help but wonder if this was the soup kitchen that his brother had been supposed to work in, the day that he went missing.
I did a meme for Tashacee and TwoDumbasses’s fic Idolatry!
legend is so done with this (he adores it with all his heart)
I AM SCREAMING SO MUCH I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH! THANK YOU! THIS IS SO GOOD!
quick doodle for my and @a-manicured-lawn's fic Idolatry
Wars is so sad. So wet.
And no, that actually isn't a picture of him lol, it's heavily referenced (and shape traced, tho i did the #artistic squiggle) from Michaelangelo's David.
If you read the fic you'll understand why lmaoooo
Anyway we just updated so you should check that out
Chapter 2 of @tashacee and mine's fic!
It was unbelievable. Unfathomable. The brother, the shared soul that they had come to this world to find was dead, reduced to nothing more than a set of rotting bones, lost somewhere in the dirt, his grave unmarked, unloved, and unmourned.
None of them knew what to do. How they were supposed to react. How they were supposed to ever move on.
Nothing like this had ever happened before.
This man - this brother - had been one of them. That he was going to join their group and become a part of their family had been a foregone conclusion. But now he was gone, ripped out of their lives before his presence had even been allowed to take root. His absence was palpable, the phantom pain of a missing limb, and yet most of them had never even seen his face.
It… it didn’t feel real.
They were too late to save him, and they didn’t even know what from.
read the rest on ao3!
CHAPTER TWO IS UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
I am. Not okay. After reading idolatry.
Simply not okay. I had NO IDEA. YOU TWO HAVE ME ALMOST. CRYING FOR REAL. LIKE SOBBING AND ALL
AFTER THE *SECOND* CHAPTER❗️❗️❗️
Can't wait to read the rest and cry even more :)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED!
Don't worry im sure it'll be totally chill from the next chapter and all will be sunshine and rainbows for the rest of the fic :)
(if you do get worried, the tags on the fic are accurate, and that's all I'll say <3)
Warriors? Maybe possibly?
(This was a warm up/concept art for the fanart I did for Idolatry by @tashacee and @a-manicured-lawn. But I drew it before chapter 1 came out and was proven immediately incorrect. Oops.)
I like it a lot though and wanted to share it!
I LOVE IT SO MUCH AGFTDFYKULHSILGY
