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Happy 5th anniversary Brave! - June 22nd, 2012

Some say, our destiny is tied to the land. As much a part of us as we are of it. Others say, fate is woven together like a cloth, so that one’s destiny intertwines with many others. It’s the one thing we search for, or fight to change. Some never find it. But there are some, who are led. {x}

its 5 in the morning have a really low quality jpeg of some 20yo giogio

i had a dream about these two random guys getting together and it was the sweetest (and angsty-est) thing at the time - i was so invested! i just had to draw what i remembered!

might make a comic about these two one day once i flesh out their stories more

hope you enjoy this little doodle dump - had a lot of fun bringing them to life :)

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Hylink Time!

Title: As We Are [AO3]

Rating: G

Mood Music: Hymn #1 (Eluvium)

Notes: Sooo, this is the entirely unsolicited fic I wrote based (loosely) on this lovely headcanon by @meibara34​. I do hope I did it justice. The manga is only marginally relevant to this fic lmao. Also, this fic was meant to be just the final section, but it turned into a pseudo-character study for Hylia. Whoops. My own headcanons are rampant in this fic and if y’all want to talk about them, shoot me an ask :) 

Anyway, without further ado:

During one of the last days of peace before the final battle with the Demon King and his hoard, Hylia and the remainder of her army settled near the banks of Lake Floria. They set up camp with low spirit, but feeling restless. Hylia had walked among mortals long enough to find herself similarly affected, and so she directed her forces to the lake before the met the Demon King at the temple. They were ahead of the hoard, she reasoned. They needed the rest. Exhausted as she was, however, Hylia slept but little that first night. She was easily awoken by the light of the dawn – the kind of light that made everything look soft to her war-worn eyes.

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I have this big issue with Mr Damon Albarn because his fucking 90s ass decided to go this far:

The way he pronounces “police” (thick accent here) THE WAY HE FUCKING INVOLVES HIS TONGUE AND ALSO HIS DELICIOUS PINK BOTTOM LIP???? WTF and the stare™ and as if he couldn’t get any worse look at his fucking coat and the way HE IS HOLDING THE ZIPPER WITH HIS FINGERS???? Delete his ass (but look at Graham’s puppy eyes tho)

Just wanna say: for you dps suffering long queues for the MSQ dungeons, feel free to poke me on Ellere Valahan if you see me on and want a healer to hopefully shorten it up! I’m not that insta-tank queue but, can still help!

Feel free to poke me over tumblr too, if you don’t see me on. Chances are I’m leveling Arshtat. Switching characters is gross right now with log in queue, but I can try to accommodate!

I’m always watching scary youtube videos about cryptids and monsters and shit, and I’m just thinking that if I ever met these creatures face-to-face or had a paranormal experience I’d just chalk it up to my mental illnesses/disorders getting outta hand.
Like, oh a creepy demon sitting in my living room, chill, I’m seeing shit now

@gdipalomo thank u for this sweet prompt i died about 500 times drawing it just bc i love the idea of palomo being a big brother to junior :”)