NEW OC WHATTTTT?!?! That's Crazy, Anyways I'll Be Posting Nonstop About Her For Like The Next Week So

This is one of the few Zelda illustrations I've actually finished in a while lol. (As in made a full bg and actually thought a little bit about the composition) Echoes of Wisdom is lovely, charming and just a little silly and I'm liking it very much. Solving your problems with explosives (or little guys that will drop them for you) is definitely one of my favorite LoZ features.

The Golden Dragons (Part 1)

Hoping and praying that the image quality does not get ruined, but yes this is part one on my au lore of the dragons. I haven't gotten to how the races' culture revolves around the dragons (tho I did explain it in an ask a while back), the behavior of the dragons, and finally (maybe) the outfit/armors. The lore on the golden stones would probably be a whole separate thing from the dragons, but I'm still working around it. Thank you for reading!

Me when I remember I have a sona

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It’s The Magnus Purrotocol Gang! (Thank you @thirdchildreblogs for the name, it’s really good)

From left to right: Gwen, Sam, Alice and Colin!

This would have been fantastic to see, especially with the lack of all the sheika tech. The jdea is put beautifully in this post. Having that reminder of the suffering of years past would have been fantastic for returning players, but I can see why they probably didn't include it, as it wouldn't make any sense for those who's only experience totk. I could definitely see a whole fancomic based off of just this concept.

What if you could find the Divine Beasts in the Depths?

You’re in this dark, alien environment, strange noises echoing around you, the inescapable anxiety your only companion. Squinting in the distance, you see a frighteningly familiar shade of blue flicker, faint in the distance.

Cautiously moving forward, you begin to realise the blue belongs to something much, much larger than a possible guardian. Eventually, an ancient behemoth looms overhead, still, silent, and empty, both at rest and unnervingly calm. A strange, restless melancholy replaces the sense of creeping dread, no less uneasy than before.

Entering the resting stone, in the corner of your eyes, you see movement flicker. At first you think a spirit, perhaps the Champions still linger… but deep down you know they’ve passed on… right?

Echoing footsteps fill the silence as you press on, avoiding gloom where there had once been malice, a desecration of a sacred resting place. You see the flicker again, turn on your foot and see for a split second, a beloved friend, an uneasy rival, a stalwart protector, a steadfast leader, an ally, a painful reminder of your worst failure. Even now, years later, it stings.

You try to get their attention, but there is no response. Instead, you watch. And realise. And mourn again. There are no spirits here. Not in the vast, decaying depths, not in the final resting places of a final hope.

These are echoes of the ones you knew. You can see them in the corner of your eyes sometimes, going about preparations for that ill-fated battle. It’s eerie, made no better by the Grand Poes gently swaying, their locations random but making uncomfortable sense.

Sometimes, on unlucky days, it is not preparations that these echoes go through. Pain torn screams faintly heard as their final moments are played out, a play on an eerie stage.

Vah Medoh groans in the dark, as the image of her pilot slams limply on her back, wing torn, and struggles to get up, defiance in his glare even now.

Vah Ruta cries a warning, as her pilot slumps over the controls, never seeing her killer, her last thought to warn the others.

Vah Rudania braces herself, as the echo of her pilot does the same, but the shield shatters, a flash of phantom heat coating the area, followed by darkness.

Vah Nabooris strides steady, until her pilot, fatigued from a relentless assualt, makes one fatal misstep in her final dance, lightning crackling in the air.

The stone beasts are restless, aware of the new threat, and unable to let go of the last pilots they’ll ever have, desperately trying to fight once more. But instead, they lay still, silent, a monument to their pilots lost to time.

What if you could find the Divine Beasts in the Depths?

they’re in my home ruining everythig

mosquitsune miku

Decided to make a textured brush of the Ancient Sheikah swirl patterns! This is for Clip Studio Only btw! It's a free download on my Ko-fi y'all don't gotta tip

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Mine would be sobble, the wet little fuck