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yeowche · 8 months

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Shit Link and Ravio get up to during falltime

These two idiots will be the death of me

1. So, say Kakariko village hosts a fall fair. It’s this annual, big-deal event and includes an award ceremony for the farmer who presents the best seasonal produce. Link and his uncle used to compete every year, the apples from their orchard were especially popular. Imagine the leading farmer of the year has grown a batch of huge, fresh pumpkins and is in the middle of setting up his display, when… in a flash, two youngsters barge through, absolutely crushing each and every one of his precious pumpkins. And it’s not even intentional — they’re chasing something. Maybe each other. Maybe a wild animal. Only the gods know. RIP his pumpkins though.

2. The boys discover a wild rabbit home not far from Link’s house, and make it their mission to befriend as many rabbits as they can. It starts with giving them unofficial names (nicknames, technically?) and checking up on them once in a while, but eventually they somehow end up so invested in these little animals that they end up knitting them little rabbit outfits. Link particularly loves dressing them up in little purple clothes, before he proudly shows them off to Ravio.

3. Link is a terrible cook. He doesn’t even enjoy it, and therefore doesn’t really care. But when it comes to apples — oh boy. Something or the other about ‘keeping family traditions alive’. Jams, pies, salads, syrups, you name it. And of course, the first time Ravio gets to experience Hyrulean fall, Link insists on teaching him every recipe he knows. Ravio jokes that he could just close down his shop and they could open a bakery instead.

4. It’s safe to say that Ravio is more well-mannered than Link, if only slightly… I mean, he was affiliated with Lorulean royalty for who knows how long before the events of ALBW, while Link, well… professional oversleeper and just freshly recruited blacksmith’s apprentice (which I headcanon wasn’t even skill-based, moreso an act of pity after his uncle’s death left him orphaned, a way to ensure this child had at least one adult watching over him). So naturally, Ravio finds himself doing more of the chores in the house. Don’t worry, he definitely nags on Link until he too does his share. But each fall, Ravio will gladly take on the task of raking the fallen leaves off their lawn… and he absolutely doesn’t use this chore as an excuse to play in the leaf piles.

#eiochevart au #eiochevart mural #eiochevart ravio #albw link #albw ravio #albw #a link between worlds #loz #loz headcanons #Zelda #the legend of Zelda #loz au #doesn’t have to be read as such #loz ravio #zelda au #loz albw

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nocturnalfandomartist · 1 year

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⏳Downfall Links Doodles⏳

Program: Ibis Paint X

Time Elapsed: 4 hours, 25 minutes.

Classic Link got smaller somehow, and I welcome it.

The doodles above are all incarnations of Link from the Downfall Timeline (+ bonus Ravio because it is inexcusable to leave him out). I can go on for hours about why I love each of these storylines individually, but I'll try to keep it short and sweet and save the ramblings for another post.

This page includes ALTTP Link, ALBW Link and Ravio, LoZ Link, and AoL Link- who I HC as a second incarnation of LoZ Link (more on that later, my mind has been swirling... o_o).

First in the Downfall Timeline comes ALTTP Link, and I already have expressed how much I love that game. I mean, just look at rabbit Link. Sure, it's not very intimidating, but there is no way you can't love a little bunny. I hope we get some sort of nod to his again in newer games (like Ravio). I can never really decide on which color to use on his hair, but this time I tried pinkish highlights. It makes his hair look like a sunset, oddly enough, but also kind of like old art of the Sacred Realm.

Next comes ALBW Link and Ravio. Based on some implied dialogue exchanges in the game, I like to imagine they're too much alike while not at all at the same time; like brothers, basically. However, I imagine they're close enough that Link surprisingly takes his cowardly counterpart more seriously than others might, and Ravio looks up to Link a lot and even tried to replicate his behavior. Knowing that Tri-Force Heroes Link is supposed to also be ALBW Link, I imagine Ravio is like the "Vio" to the trio of Red, Green, and Blue in Hytopia. The little smithing attire ALBW wears was given to him by the Blacksmith, who I HC adopts him after the story. That makes Gulley his little brother. :)

Lastly, there's the two classic versions of Link. According to Nintendo, these two Links are one in the same. However, I like to imagine differently due to the difference in gameplay style. I also just think it fits better in context of the rest of the timelines. So, here they are with two different designs. LoZ Link is a small, ten year old boy with a heart twice his size. He simply sticks to a sword and bombs. AoL Link is 16, and learns magic spells to progress through his adventure while living in the dormer's shadow.

I like to imagine, if Ravio somehow met these other incarnations of Link, he would give them all goofy nicknames. ALBW would obviously remain Link or Mr. Hero, but ALTTP Link would likely be cursed with some bunny related name because Ravio thinks it has style. LoZ Link would probably just be "little buddy" (in reference to him calling the Link he knows simply "buddy"), and AoL Link would just be "Mr. Adventurer". He's really creative.

I've been considering making a LoZ-based fancomic and have been making plot outlines at a rapid pace. It is unlikely to start up anytime too soon, but perhaps keep an eye out? I may send updates every so often.

Reblogging is fine, but please don't post this anywhere else without linking the original post. Thanks!

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transmascnaotoshirogane · 1 year

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okay @astral-catastrophe indulged us so here's an entire post about the warped timeline au! we're mostly going to talk about our links in this one! going from youngest to oldest! also @fwoosheye

Siren

Siren is WW, ST + PH link! they are 14. they're still a pirate, but they make more time to visit Aryll and their grandma back on Outset. They are banned from using the windwaker unless absolutely necessary because they're a complete riot of a child. They have a pet pig who is appropriately named Chunk. Aryll made them a bracelet which they wear 24/7! they're small, so they find squeezing into small areas much easier than most others. Has a peg leg

Prince

Prince is ALTTP, ALBW, OOS, OOA, LA + TFH link! he is 16 and is the twin of Queen, his zelda. he and his sister are working royals, so while he is a prince he is also a blacksmith! there is a permanent portal between Hyrule and Lorule in the castle garden, and Ravio still leeches off of lives with him! he's autistic and semi-verbal. he uses crutches to get around. Prince also splits into King, Duke, and Princess, but it only works in Hytopia. They're trying to sort out a way to do it without the wizard

Light

Light is FSA, FS + MC link. he is 17! He splits into Vio, Red, Green and Blue at will. For a good part of his time with the other links, he does not have a shadow, since Shadow died. He's kind of a roulette wheel in terms of how he acts, what he knows and what he can do; but it's easy to adapt to whatever his “mood” is any given day. He and his Zelda are very close, to the point they think of each other as siblings. Light has a minish feather on a necklace along with four charms that represent the colours. He lies a lot, and sometimes he doesn't even realize he's lying. Threatens people to get his way sometimes. Autistic + has ADHD. Blue has OCD and Vio has severe anxiety

Moon

Moon is TP link! his wolf form is much bigger than an average wolf, so it's obviously the result of magic. He's 27 and married to Shad. He mainly looks after the kids in Ordon, but still cares after the goats when he can. He has basically no relationship with his Zelda outside of being civil. He still has a bit of heartache relating to Midna but he's getting better. Basically everyone's parent

Courage

Courage is SS link! He's 28, and married to Wisdom, his Zelda. After killing Demise he gained some of his powers, but he really doesn't like to use them. He has a small fear of storms after what happened to Wisdom and he never really forgave himself for what happened to her. He still has her harp and he's extremely cautious about time since he really doesn't want to be late ever again. His loftwing is called Crime.

Sprout

Sprout is OOT + MM link. he's still got all the masks he got during mm, but his favorite is the deku mask. He's 30! He's in a platonic marriage with Malon, and they live on a farm together. He has a necklace with a blue fairy charm because he still misses Navi :( he likes just sitting in the woods and staring off into space just...doing nothing. it's a bit creepy. Likes to steal. Might be a kleptomaniac, he isn't sure. He has a lot of facial scars due to the overuse of the masks he'd obtained.

Warriors

Warriors is HW link. he's Linkles twin brother! He's 31, and dating Sheik <3 (his Zelda is a trans king tyvm). he basically adopted Sprout during the war and he basically became a single father at that point in life. He has to use a cane to walk and he has a fair amount of burn scars. He's retired but still gives his advice to training soldiers. living his best life. Proxi speaks for him as he is completely mute. he struggles to tell the difference between left and right and uses his hands to remind himself

#the rainbow twinks #rainbow ramblings #touya + vio #warped timeline #warped timeline au #wt #wt siren #wt prince #wt light #wt moon #wt courage #wt sprout #wt warriors

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linkedkeysau-official · 1 year

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I'd love an infodump for Paint!

Oooh yay that's one I've been itching to talk about (bonus Ravio info because they're a matched set)

-Paint is very openly gay, and dating (later engaged to) Ravio. He calls Ravio Bun-bun.

-Legend's grandson, and knows this. As such, knowing the stories of the Hero of Legend, he feels inadequate. He feels like he can never live up to his ancestor's name despite how much he looks up to Legend.

-upon finding out about Hyrule, his own hero successor, Paint feels even more like a failure. He knows that it probably wasn't his fault that the kingdom fell into a state of decline, but he still feels responsible for the world that Hyrule grew up in. This, combined with the previous point, is why Paint seems to distance himself from the other two downfall timeline boys for a long time.

-he works as an apprentice to a blacksmith, but has always wanted to be an artist. He paints a lot in his spare time. Ravio even helps sell his paintings with his own goods.

-he and Ravio live together and run a shop out of their home. Basically Paint just never kicked him out. But the shop is their main source of income, with Paint's blacksmithing and painting as secondary ones. It's tough juggling so much at once, but they make do, and they're happy with this life.

-following the events of the short story "The Sparks Between Us" Paint has nerve damage (reduced feeling and mobility) in his left arm due to the magnitude of the shock. This has caused him to need to teach himself how to fight, paint, etc right-handed, as the fine motor skills in his left hand are basically non-existent at this point. So he is technically ambidextrous.

-the red, green, and blue streaks in his hair are meant to represent himself (green) and his two Hytopian friends Scarlet and Indigo (red and blue). They are pen-pals now, and they call him Leaf.

-his Zelda's nickname is Pallette. Hilda is still Hilda, though

-Paint has vitiligo, which only developed after turning into a painting so many times in ALBW.

-Ravio and Hilda are actually the opposite of Paint and Pallette as far as their Triforce pieces go. While Paint had courage and Pallette had wisdom, Ravio actually had the Lorulean Triforce of Wisdom, and Hilda had Courage. This explains why Hilda was so intent on doing whatever she thought it took to save her kingdom, though without much thought. She was not afraid to do whatever it took. But Ravio, despite being a coward, was smart enough to see right through Yuga's facade. It actually works out well that Ravio is the smart one, because Paint is a total fucking idiot.

And finally,

-Hyrule is actually Paint and Ravio's descendant, but not by blood. Sometime in the future the couple will end up adopting a child. That child will go on to start the lineage that results in Hyrule's birth. However, any records of this fact will be lost so nobody truly knows who Hyrule's ancestors were unless they knew Paint and Ravio personally and could somehow make the connection. This is just between us as the writer/reader.

#linked keys #loz au #lk #not lu #lk paint #lk ravio #mod kj

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isasan347 · 10 months

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Ok new headcanon incoming:

So since alttp link and albw link were smashed together to create legend, their games are only like 7-8 years apart.

So. In alttp there are the seven maidens and in albw there are the seven sages. And I had a thought about one of the sages. Gulley.

Hes Said to be (like everyone else) a descendant of the seven sages/ seven wise men and theoretically the seven maidens.

What if. Because gulleys like 6-7. and legend went through alttp at about 9-10 years old and albw with 16-17.and considering that he seems to be pretty close to the blacksmith family. What if gulleys mother. Was one of the maidens that legend rescued? Because that would make gulley the descendant of one of the sages/old men/maidens.

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cryoriku · 1 year

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i love that in albw link is an apprentice to a blacksmith and they still couldnt think of a better way to have him obtain a sword than for him to deliver one to a captain then have the captain immediately die

#a link between worlds #albw #legend of zelda #zelda #link #my text

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larkscribbles · 6 months

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Crying Over Delivered Milk

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After Gulley’s kidnapping, River, the blacksmith’s wife, goes to Link’s house to provide what little support she can.

(Set around the mid-game. Spoilers if you know where to look.)

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Sunlight filters through green trees, a bright blue sky with a scattering of white clouds. Hyrule should be idyllic but it isn’t. River, the blacksmith’s wife, hoists her dress as she steps up the muddy ramp to Link’s house. A small brown leather bag clinks on her hip. She stands at the door, smooths her golden hair and wipes her face, hoping her eyes are not too red. She has to put on a brave face for him. They may not share blood but Link is most certainly her son. Just days ago he started off on what should have been a simple delivery. A boy adept at smithing and sword play, natural talent hindered by his penchant for sleeping in. When she saw him last it struck her how much older he looks - no longer a child, instead a young man going to…

She laughs mirthlessly to herself under her breath. Her son has vowed to risk his life to save not only Gulley but several other kidnapped Hyrulians - descendants of the Seven Sages and Princess Zelda herself. Ludicrous! How she wishes it wasn’t true.

The writhing, nervous energy in her chest has not subsided for days. She and her husband deal with their youngest son’s disappearance in their own ways. She has to do things, keep her hands busy, keep her mind off things. She flits like a bird between different tasks. Melor withdraws into himself, unable to work. His eyes are as cold as the unlit furnace. In essence they have lost both of their sons - first Gulley vanished, then Link after him. They both worry. Hylia knows what Gulley is experiencing; and Link faces the unknown. She wrings her hands. Perhaps he should have been taught more swordplay. Perhaps they should have been harsher on him and encouraged him to pursue a career in defending the realm as a knight of Hyrule. But, then again, what good have such knights proved? There’s nothing for it now. All she can do is provide her support.

She raises a fist to knock on the door, eyes absent mindedly scanning the poorly painted, rough wooden sign that has found itself on top of the roof of her son’s house. As she nears the door her ears prick up at a noise; familiar and gut wrenching. A noise she hasn’t heard in years. Her heart seizes.

Link is crying.

She knows he would be more than mortified for her to discover him like this, he’d always been an oddly proud boy. She knocks, as if pretending not to hear, giving the boy a moment to compose himself, should he wish.

“Link, I have some supplies for you… lunch, some milk. Rations for the road…” She lets the unasked question hang in the air.

The sobbing stops abruptly with a wet gasp followed by the scrabbling of feet. Confused, she backs up a little. She can see the shudder of the door as he presses his weight against it; his shadow seeping through the crack. The muffled, snotty breathing from behind it. It’s as if he doesn’t dare say anything.

She softens her voice. “I wasn’t going to- I don’t need to come in, dear. I can just leave the bag outside hanging on the scarecrow, ok?”

She feels the waves of his anxiety radiate through the door. He’s clearly shaken.

“Is… everything alright? I mean- we can talk about- I would be happy to listen.”

There’s a rustle of fabric she interprets as some form of a dismissal. A wave of the hand or shake of the head.

“Ok,” she takes a steadying breath and tries to compose herself. “Would you mind if I talk at you?” The question itself is a formality - a brief moment to arrange her thoughts.

“I can’t imagine what you’re going through. Your… quest isn’t easy. What you’ve overcome astounds me. You’ve grown so much in such a short amount of time. I’m- we’re so proud of you. And I’m sure Gulley would tell you that if he was here too-”

Her voice cracks and she swallows thickly to avoid her voice shaking further.

“What you have to do; the world you’ve been thrown into is… scary. The idea scares me! And the courage with which you’re taking it on is amazing, please know you don’t have to do all of this on your own, ok? I’m here, we’re all here for you.. You can be a… a hero and still ask for help. You can be scared. You don’t have to do everything yourself. You don’t have to recklessly throw yourself into fights you can’t win, ok? You can run. Just come home safe.”

The floorboards creak but little else. She’s said her piece. He’s listened. That’s all she can do. River nods to herself to affirm an ending to her speech, aware this doesn’t translate across at all. “I’m going back to the house now.” Her voice is small and unsteady. A weight remains heavy in her gut - she wishes she could do more. She slings the leather strap of the bag diagonally across the scarecrow, taking care it doesn’t fall, whilst shooing off the strange red-eyed bird that’s perched on its head.

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The woman has just got to the door of her house when she sees a familiar green hat bob its way through the trees. Link? She resists the urge to scrub at her eyes. That can’t be possible-? Well it can be possible with all the a temporal teleport-y magic things he’s been doing. The poor boy’s jaw is set in a grim determination, a fire in his eyes and dirt marring his hair. His tunic is torn and blood flecks his sleeves.

He staggers up to her, sheathing his blade and doffing his shield. He doesn’t dare meet her eye. No Gulley. He’s rendered mute, he doesn’t know what to say. Assurances are nothing but words, hollow. He has failed once again to bring the boy back. River hides her confusion at his appearance and pulls him into a tight embrace. Link grunts to indicate his confusion. He has a creeping feeling there’s something he hasn’t gleaned about this interaction. Her eyes are red, watery but most importantly searching his face. He looks to her face intently, eyebrow quirked, for an explanation.

“I heard you… at the house..” She explains, softly. “I know you didn’t want to talk about it but I- I hope you’ll think on what I’ve said.”

“What?”

“You’re allowed to cry.”

He blinks, frowns deeply, taking a moment to process what she said, opens and closes his mouth before settling on a simple: “No.”

“No?”

He waves a hand to exemplify ‘not what I meant’.

“Wasn’t there. I haven’t been at my house… all of today.” The parallel decrepit version of his house in a crumbling version of their reality? Yes. His actual house-turned-merchant store? No.

The woman frowns, lips pursed as she holds him at arms length, studying him intently. “It was you crying, though. Your- your voice.”

Link’s mouth is equally flat. He shakes his head vehemently. “Nope.” There’s only one person in his house and he’s unsure whether or not to fill her in on the error. Surely she could have figured out it was Ravio. But that begged the question. Why was the merchant crying? And a second question, how did she mistake the merchant for him? He concludes she must have heard what she wanted to hear, not that she wishes for him to cry, but she’s worried and projecting onto him. The only logical explanation to the conundrum.

Her hand flies to her mouth with an audible slap. “Oh Hylia. I- I just forgot your friend at the house-” Her face flushes red from embarrassment. “I- well I hope he’s ok.”

Link doesn’t really correct her on the discrepancy. Friend isn’t the right word but what is? There’s an odd distance between the pair. Ravio’s too enigmatic and shady to be entirely trustworthy. Acquaintances? Still no, too chummy for that. At least on Ravio’s end. His intentions of friendship seem genuine but as Ravio has never spoken plainly - it's hard to get a read on him. Link would rather the man in his house be a friend than a stranger, but it’s hard to build any form of connection when you’re running around in dungeons and the other is at home (making you pay rent in your house). Link has afforded Ravio some insight into his life, now and again, carefully slipped between talk of business. But he has never received anything back on that downpayment. A man is allowed his secrets but it would be nice to have some background. He rubs the bracelet at his wrist. “I’ll check in on him.” He sighs.

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If Link hadn’t known any better he wouldn’t have spotted anything wrong. Ravio deceptively appears his usual peppy self, purple rabbit hood bouncing comically on his head as he bounds to meet his rupee-wallet/friend/landlord. Sheerow swoops overhead in a figure of eight in celebration.

“Mr Hero! Welcome back! Glad to see you in one piece! You look- uh- Sit down, please. Y’know I’m feeling generous and you’re looking a bit down in the dumps, so I think it’s only right to mention a discount on-“

Link is sure to cut his momentum off. “River came around-”

“Who?” Ravio’s voice wavers, out of confusion more so than guilt. Or maybe the merchant is just very good at masking it.

“She said she left me a bag?”

“Ah.” His voice plummets from his cheery sing-song to something considered normal - it’s unnerving. “Uh - yes! She left it outside but I didn’t want the squirrels getting at it.” He wrings his hands nervously.

Link holds the man’s gaze a moment, but doesn’t glean much from his lack of eyes (thanks to his hood), he more so just hopes to get his intent across. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“About-? About uh- no. No, not really.” Ravio decides against playing dumb. Suddenly he sniffs loudly, voice wet. “I- I don’t think I can. I know- I can’t. It won’t- it won’t change anything. What’s done is done. It’s uhm- the whole merchant travelling thing, y’know? Far from home and not going back?” He holds his hands up after gesticulating angrily, then splays his palms in a form of surrender. He seems to remember himself after his outburst and passes Link his delivery. “Sorry, sorry. Bag.”

Link nods, walks past his guest, and claps a hand on his shoulder. Ravio seems to deflate under his touch. He’s unsure if their friendship allows them to do more. Instead, he sets about heating up the flask of soup over the fire, searching its bubbling surface for what to say next. He struggles to find a way to approach the man - they have no common ground - they’re nothing alike. He finds nothing worth voicing so turns his attention outwards again and ladles the orange broth into two bowls. “Right.” He says, finally. (Acknowledging what he’s said and how he can’t talk about it, or elaborate further.) “Have some food. It’ll help.” (Every problem seems more manageable with food in your stomach.)

Ravio accepts the bowl with two hands, chin poking out from beneath his cowl, mouth downturned. Sheerow swoops in and twitters on his shoulder, trying to provide some comfort. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to her. Y’know? I just didn’t know what I could- it was very awkward.”

Link considers it and inclines his head. He feels a twinge of anger briefly fade. “Fair enough,” he admits with a sigh. He’d probably have been equally silent in the same situation. Sometimes being mute is better than running your mouth.

The merchant balances the bowl on a knee and wipes his slick palms on his robe. “She’s a nice lady. Gist of what she said? Cares about you a lot, clearly.”

Link flashes a small smile, in response but Ravio’s attention is elsewhere.

“Wish I had a mother like that.” He mumbles, as if the statement is directed at his soup, or meant to be entirely internal. His hat jerks precariously on his head as he waves a hand in Link’s direction. “But enough about me! Let’s talk about you! My problems are seriously minuscule compared to yours. How are you doing?” The chirpy salesman voice is back up, but the undertone to his question is genuine. As if he’s trying to dispel the darkness of his previous words and keep up a tough facade.

The hylian almost laughs. “Dunno. Ok. I’ve been better.”

Ravio launches into a well intentioned tirade about heroes being overworked and how ‘Mr. Hero’ should be sure to bring some soup for the road. (Then continuing past this on his own lack of cooking skills.)

Content, Link interlaces his hands. He’s been afforded a glimpse into the enigmatic merchant. His happy-go-lucky mask has slipped for a moment, revealing something a little more genuine. The question is why? Why now of all times? Not a lot more he can do now except infer - now the walls are back up. He doesn’t have time to think about it. He can at least glean that Ravio is a good person. Even if he does seem dodgy at times. Link is content with that. Maybe they aren’t so different as he initially thought.

#Larkscrawls #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #legend of Zelda #loz #albw #a link between worlds #link #ravio #blacksmith’s wife

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