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some totk sketches ive done. having a bit too much fun with exploring the depths

This world is so complex and im given a human life to learn it all. This is why people become draculas and mad scientists

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Part two of “holy shit dude this isn’t even the right game”

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Time for another headcanon!

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So. You know the tunnel over Zelda’s room, the one you get to with the Clawshots?

Well, seeing as how Karane gets offended whenever Link goes in her room at night, and how the guys and girls are separated by floors, I’m sure the academy has pretty strict rules on visiting the opposite floor at night. So what if Link and Zelda figured out a way to make the tunnel so Link could easily get to Zelda’s room and they could hang out? So instead of creeping through the hallways at risk of being discovered by a patrolling knight or worse, a teacher, he just opens his window, climbs up to the roof, and then crawls up into the tunnel entrance and then into Zelda’s room. There they hang out, play games, talk, draw each other in ridiculous ways, and usually fall asleep on a pile of cushions they stack in the center of the room.

Sometimes Zelda attempts to show Link how to knit, but he just can’t quite grasp the concept, same as how Zelda has never been extremely skilled at woodworking. Other times Zelda drags out her old trunk full of dress-up clothes, and they have a fabulous time being silly. “Check out these muscles,” Zelda says in a mockingly deep voice, skein of bright red yarn tied to her head as Link rolls on the floor wheezing with laughter. “Everyone knows I’ve got the slickest pompadour in town.” “Oh, Groose,” Link adds in an extremely high-pitched imitation of Zelda, draping a yellow scarf over his head and batting his eyelashes. “How could anyone want to hang out with Link instead of your stunning hair?”

“I don’t sound like that!” Zelda yelps in reply, smacking his arm as Link bursts into giggles. “And the mere thought of complimenting Gross’s hair makes me sick.”

Usually if they get too loud, Karane knocks on the partition between her and Zelda’s room and whispers, “Can you two lovebirds keep it down? Some of us are actually trying to sleep.” This always results in the two of them scrambling to opposite ends of the room, red-faced and avoiding each other’s gaze. “We’re not—!” Zelda says, and Karane just smirks. “Sure, Zel.” Then for the rest of the night Link and Zelda barely look at each other, embarrassed and making sure not to sit too close.

Whenever they end up falling asleep, it’s always curled up together on the stack of pillows on the floor, Link with one arm draped over Zelda, head tipped back, snoring softly; and Zelda with her arms wrapped around Link and face buried in his chest. Whenever morning comes, Link waits for everyone else to go off to breakfast, then sneaks off to his own room to get dressed. He’s always late for breakfast, anyway— no one will suspect anything.

And when he slides into his seat across from Zelda in the dining room, and she gives him a wink and nudges his boot with hers under the table, so what if the adults look at them suspiciously? So what if Karane can’t stop snickering into her casserole and shooting them glances that make Groose’s scowl grow? They don’t care. And the secret smile they exchange across the table, which may or may not earn Link a beating later from a certain redhead, says one thing only.

Let’s do it again tonight.

Unwavering resolve.