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Young Link

from the The Legend of Zelda.

est. March, 2015.

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terminas-local-map-fairy:

“Tingle still has rupees to make, rain or shine!” The fairy man explains, a wide smile on his face despite the pouring rain. He’s almost been hit with lightening once or twice, but the cartographer has remained unharmed- for now. His balloon, however, was a wreck, and the fairy was now stranded on the ground, unable to get anywhere as he normally would.

“Tingle would have shelter here, but no one will Tingle in- they won’t even let me stand under their awning!” The map maker cries in dismay, crossing his arms. The poor guy’s completely soaked and his goatee hangs from his chin in a sad way. “Could Tingle follow you for now? Tingle’s spare balloon was popped…”

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                 wait, so he was just going to follow him around ALL DAY? it wasn’t like the hero had anything better to do with his second day. he was going to trot on over to the Stock Pot Inn and pick up that room key, after-all. there were only so many days that he could go without sleep before FINALLY collapsing of exhaustion; he figured it’d be better to to that in Clocktown than anywhere else.

                  but he couldn’t really say no, could he? at least THIS way, the man could get out of the rain. he was a little surprised that he hadn’t taken refuge inside of the clock tower. ..then again, with the guy inside, he could KINDA understand why.

                                                     ❝ um. yeah, sure. i guess. ❞

(Source: tunicisms-blog)

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                  he didn’t even know that tingle CAME into town. he just kind of assumed that he ran back to the swamp at night to help prepare for the next days TOUR. but he could say that he recalled seeing the man on occasion when the moon was HIGH and the clouds were scarce. but even as the rain pelted him in the head, hat and all, he couldn’t have the astounding sense of CURIOSITY that plagued him.

                                                ❝ Tingle? What’re you doing here? ❞

Tunicisms wants a map!

terminas-local-map-fairy:

It’s another day of floating and drawing, the map maker was happily floating above the land he calls home- Termina. The vast forests of the land below made his heart swell with joy- oh, he loves it! How he loves the air like this- no one can disprove his fairy hood up here-!!!

Until his balloon pops.

As Tingle comes crashing to the ground, the wanna be fairy man prepares himself to land on his feet, most likely in front of his newest customer. Without even looking, the fairy man spins around, striking a pose no less than fabulous.

“Hello hello!” He greets, grinning wide to find none other than the hero himself.

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             It was always weird having to shoot him out of the sky like that. Link often wondered if that hurt the poor man’s knees, but a map was a map and rupees were rupees. Anything to help the swamp tours keep going, he supposed. He put away his slingshot before interacting, a look of concern laced with youthful eyes. Of all places to find him, he certainly didn’t expect it to be Ikana

              Little hands dusted themselves off on the front of his tunic, grasping the jingling wallet at his side to peer inside. He had a few purples, maybe a couple reds. The numerous greens he found were always good to give in excess to make room, though. 

                                 ❛ Hey, Tingle. Sorry to drop in like this, can I get a map? ❜