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I have been going so insane over the zelda timeline regarding totk like I am LOSING my mind
like. either 1. botw/totk is a completely new continuity. worst option. boring.
2. it is SO FAR in the future of the (probably downfall) timeline and there has been SO MUCH canon-typical time bullshit in between that the other two either bleed over OR the ever-funny hyrule warrior's convergence theory happens that it may as well be just a soft reboot and history is just. repeating endlessly. also kind of boring imho
OR 3. totk memories happen sometime after skyward sword. interesting. also a completely fucking insane idea.
it's a misconception that SS zelda and link founded hyrule! they almost certainly didn't!
did the zonai make the timeshift stuff in SS? the tower of the gods in WW? the ooccoo? a fascinating concept!
what about the triforce? who knows! i don't think minish cap has anything to do with it either and it does get sealed away at some point sooooo
but more importantly
is there a fucking dehydrated ganondorf sealed away underground for every single zelda game
most people would be like, 'no, of course not, thats so stupid how does oot ganondorf exist if totk ganondorf is in hand jail already' and 'ganondorf has a history of reincarnation/revival but that can't happen if he's still alive ya dingus' and normally I would agree! I did agree! I've been scratching my head trying to make this work since I started playing totk
except!!! except!!!!!! we have literally already seen this happen before!!!!
so. skyward sword.
skyward sword is a closed loop time travel story. I cannot stand when people try to shoehorn another timeline split in SS because no split happens. that's the point. that was hylia's plan. the first hero? before skyward sword link? hylia's chosen knight that defeated demise? that was always skyward sword link in the past. demise even confirms this in dialog. something something he's 'never seen a hylian stand up to him before.' idk the exact quote but it Very Much Implies demise has never encountered any incarnation of link before.
so. how do we kill the imprisoned (demise) in the future and then go back and kill demise again in the past in a closed loop?
because we seal demise's consciousness in the sword, and his body in the ground
the imprisoned is clearly mindless. even more mindless than downfall timeline ganon post-resurrection. it has one single goal, which is to reach the temple and.... the master sword. with the consciousness of demise sealed within.
we have confirmation that two versions of the demon king can, technically, exist entirely separate from eachother.
it isn't a stretch to think that if his body is sealed away, effectively dead and unable to spread his malice, that the spirit of demise's hatred (if its not sealed with the sword, like in totk) would reincarnate until the time comes that the seal weakens enough (the first calamity) that it doesn't need to.
obviously there are still problems here like. where are the rito? (personally I think they just fuck off to hebra, which only barely exists in any other game, and I wholeheartedly believe the WW rito are a completely different species)
if totk ganondorf is sealed under the castle before oot, but the great plateau is implied oot castle town, why didn't we find dehydrated dorf there? uuuuuuuhhhhhhh next question
(listen the great plateau doesn't really match up with oot castle town anyway, no other details really match, definitely not the typical 'death mountain to the north(east), lake hylia down south' geography we usually see)
is rauru totk and rauru oot the same or different? zelda actually calls the sages 'ancient creators of hyrule' in oot, and since rauru is the only actually ancient one there.... uh. its entirely possible! why does he look hylian in oot? uhhhhhh? magic? because seeing some giant talking goat person that has never been seen before might not inspire trust in the traumatized monster-fighting 9 year-old-turned-16-year-old. also isnt oot rauru ALSO the owl? its been a LONG time since I played oot so I genuinely don't know if I just made that up but if so the guy has a history of changing form I guess
honestly I think we do have to allow for a certain level of handwavy 'new game' leeway, just like we do with EVERY game, in order to make this work. the map is always different. some things are introduced that have never once been heard of before in any other game. some things DONT exist that have in other games. some things are so different they're nearly unrecognizable. there are little easter eggs and no, they don't always have to mean something.
#AAAAAAAAAAAAA#obv theres problems. theres always problems with the zelda timeline. this one just has more problems than most#if you want it to have ANY bearing on any other game at all. it could be option 1 or 2. its entirely possible#just. boring lmao#loz#legend of zelda#totk#tears of the kingdom#totk spoilers#loz timeline#if i got any details wrong lemme know i wrote this at 2am and looked up nothing lmao#spirit chats#loz meta#i do firmly believe that if it is in the timeline no matter where it is botw is absolutely downfall timeline#it CANNOT be adult because the master sword is. yknow. There.#it also cant be child because the oot sages were absolutely a thing! ruto is referenced and she didnt become a sage in child timeline#it cant be referring to the totk sages. its just. such a blatant nod to oot ruto#i get totk is just oot 2.0 but like. not that lmao#anyway sorry ill shut up about the timeline that infamously makes no sense
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So I have been reading you BotW/TotK analysis and I have gotta say that your insight is really impressive. I do have 2 points to make on the subject. Assuming that Calamity Ganon’s (the one that is fought in BotW) purpose is to draw attention to the underground (where Ganondorf’s corpse is) than that has some terrifying implications to how he operated in BotW. If there hero and Princess were successful in sealing away his calamity (which they were), than there is no way that someone like Zelda, who has both curiosity and altruism in spades would ever leave this problem unresolved. She would be determined to seek out the source of the calamity to make sure that no future generations would ever suffer as she and Link did, which in doing so would likely break the seal that was on Ganondorf. And if they failed to stop the calamity than Ganon wins and the calamity would destroy Hyrule (accomplishing his goals).
In regards to TotK, I do believe that Zelda will be physically incapacitated (either dead or in a stasis like state like in SwSd), though she will likely be involved spiritually as there is many ways she tan grow as a character (especially if there are flashbacks to the events 10,000 years ago, and even if she does die, resurrection is something that is present in Zelda so I doubt it will be a permanent death). I have a feeling that the ending will be bittersweet with both Link and Zelda surviving and perhaps breaking the curse of Demise. However I can see the Kingdom of Hyrule being annihilated beyond recovery, bringing additional meaning to “Tears of the Kingdom.”
Anyway love reading your thoughts and predictions of the game, makes the wait for May a lot more bearable.
yeah as to your first point that's exactly what i think is going to happen! because these games operate cyclically when predicting these plot points i'm constantly thinking about what has precedent, and there's a notable precedent in previous cycles for the princess's attempts at resolution to unintentionally lead to more problems for hyrule, forcing the princess to confront her own lack of agency and experience. I think that the calamity is playing into zelda's curiosity and moral compass specifically in beckoning her and link deeper under hyrule castle, knowing that she won't be able to resist trying to confront the problem once and for all but lacks the knowledge that might keep her from unleashing human ganon accidentally.
as for your second point, i sincerely doubt that death going to be zelda's fate in totk. call it optimism, but considering how she's been written up until now i can't see a way that death, even temporary death, would bring a satisfying or thematically cohesive end to her character arc. this is a girl we've seen do nothing but struggle her entire life. She is so, so, SO strong and stubborn and persistent that to cut her life short at seventeen (mentally. we're not getting into the 100 year gap here) just seems like an openly cruel treatment of a character so central to the game. A more cohesive end to her story, narratively, would be to allow her to live and heal when the game is finished, and i hope & believe that this is the direction totk will go. Zelda was the driving force for everything that happened in botw. she is the beginning and end of these games. to remove her from the final chapter completely would be a detriment to both her character and the game as a whole.
I also don't quite agree with the idea that the end of totk will be the complete destruction of hyrule. botw is, at its essence, a story about growth and healing. its characters convey this theme on a smaller scale, but more largely, botw shows us the ways in which hyrule grows and heals around destruction and calamity. to end its sequel with destruction and no hope of recovery is to trample over what made botw so impactful. in my perfect world, totk will end in much the same way as botw--with the promise that link, zelda, and all of hyrule will continue to grow and heal.
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The Captain and the Courier
~Longwinded explanation starts here~
So... I've recently watched a stream PointCrow made of an old game I used to be obsessed with when I was around 13 years old, and certain memories came flooding back to this game: the Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass, and with my very first OC, Hanna.
Now, in technicality, my persona was my first OC, but I don't count her cause she's just a personification of me, and I've already done a redesign of Hanna before for Breath of the Wild (I'll put that under the cut), buuuut, she was originally meant for Phantom Hourglass so I'm having her in multiple Zelda games, fight me.
I don't have pictures of Hanna when I was 13, but I do remember what she sorta looked like. Taller than me (which isn't much cause I'm 4'11" and was even shorter back then) white as a sheet, I think light brown hair, blue eyes and was half rito, which was only shown by the wings on her back. A "totally no me guys" OC, who was just a 16 year old pushover who had a job as a mailman.
And did I mention that she was supposed to be Linebeck's love interest? Totally nothing creepy going on here, no sir! Though, to be fair, I had no idea at the time that a teenager and a middle aged man getting together was ✨problematic✨.
I was stupid, what can I say...
Now, Linebeck (the character on the left in this picture) was a character that 13 year old me was absolutely infatuated with. He was my 3rd fictional crush and a character that, to this day, I have no idea what preteen me was thinking. I mean, I get it now but 9 years ago, girl I had some weird taste in men.... I say that as I'm simping over Owen-
~Longwinded explanation ends here~
Anyway!
Now that you know my story of how I got here (I am so sorry with how long it is >_>), here's Hanna's actual story. After accedentally flying into a flock of seagulls, Hanna, the half Rito, half Hylian. manages to lose control and fall towards the dock that Link, Linebeck, and Oshus are having a conversation on, breaking her wing in the process. Because of this, it can't transform back into a hand, and she can no longer continue her duties as a courier if she can't fly, she begs Linebeck to let her on board so that she can continue her work.
Linebeck is openly against this at the start, until Hanna says that while she may not have the money to pay him, she is a pretty decent cook.
To which Linebeck does a complete 180 and say that she's absolutely welcome aboard! However she must do 2 things: Be the ship's cook, and call him "Captain".
Agreeing to these terms, Hanna, Link, Linebeck, and Ciela (the fairy Link had chilling with him) set off towards adventure! Romance and chaos ensue.
BOTW!Hanna
#my art#legend of zelda#legend of zelda phantom hourglass#loz phantom hourglass#loz ph#phantom hourglass#zelda oc#oc#original character#legend of zelda fanart#zelda fanart#rito oc#art#digital art#small artist#hanna!phantom hourglass#hanna
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Well, I was tagged by @lordsky4ever to shuffle and list the first 10 songs on my playlist and post them, and I don’t want to let my countryman down. I spent like an hour listening and writing about every song AND NOW it appears I cannot add music to a post on Desktop, so I made a separate post with those songs on my phone and then thought I’d edit in what I wrote after, but I also cannot do that on desktop. A miserable disconnect. Anyways, BELOW THE CCUT! you can read what I wrote about my post you just scrolled past if you want. Thankfully the add music feature puts the songs in backwards order so everything I wrote is in opposite order so it’ll either start or end really inconveniently depending on how you read/listen, if anyone does such a thing, which I don’t expect anyone to because 10 songs is a lot and I would never do that as I find Tumblr’s music player/Spotify extension to be both inconvenient. But, perhaps you at least know one or two songs already and can read my small thoughts on that, even though half of the songs I don’t really have anything to say about it.
1. Counting Stars by Sugarcult - One of the most depressing songs of my life! I don’t recall the specifics of what I did when I first listened to it but I know who I have a lot of associated thoughts with regarding this song. It’s a go-to whenever I’m sad and want to just continue to being sad. I know I originally liked some other song by them called “Bouncing Off The Walls” which is probably what lead me to listening to more by them, but BOTW (I don’t think that acronym is used for anything else) is a much more upbeat song as the band is in general, and I don’t think I really vibe with much of their other songs.
2. Psychotubes by Moon Hooch - I know nothing about this band, this is just some Spotify suggested song that I really liked. They’re described as “jazz fusion/nu jazz” but I have no idea what either of those genres mean. They be drumming and saxophoning and it’s a good song to run to (this entire playlist was my go-to running playlist when I used to have CELLULAR DATA)
3. Low by Cracker - Kind of a grungy country rock song, reading their Wiki which is what I think I will do with every band while I listen through all these songs and speak my thoughts, it appears to be their most popular song. I do find myself particularly disliking the band name Cracker, seems like I am on to some confederate jams or something. Spotify has already subjected me to two ad segments over 3 songs.
4. Wait and Bleed by Slipknot - I didn’t really listen to Slipknot until after high school although I would say I am a pretty big fan now, but this is the one song I consistently listened to before the rest of Slipknot presented themselves to me. I remember in Gr. 9/10 there was a hot emo girl named Michelle that I had a crush on and always thought about when I listened to this song because the lyrics go inside “my shell” I wait and bleed but I thought it was “Michelle.” In the end I don’t believe I ever spoke to her in my life because I am a social recluse
5. Ghosts by the Presets - Another band I don’t know anything about, or at least the name “Presets” but they have a very generic pop sound that I was a little embarrassed about because I thought it might be like Coldplay or something. Apparently they are Australian and very popular.
6. Kill Your Darlings by Mesh - I don’t know Mesh either, but I do find this song really good. I’m confused because they have 7 albums on Wiki but they’re all red links and despite being British are just popular in Germany. Maybe I need to get on the .de to figure out more.
7. Shutterbug by Big Boi - Apparently this song came out in 2010 which feels weird I thought it was way older. Anyways, I love it, one of my favourite beats and a lot of times it was the first song I sought out whence beginning my trots.
8. We Will Rock You by Queen - I remember as a kid I was convinced this song was in Final Fantasy IX but later learned that was just Kuja’s boss theme which isn’t terribly similar. I think it’s a pretty funny song but I won’t lie it still pumps me up.
9. Never Come Down by Cunninlynguists - I think it was two years ago I finally listened to Cunninlynguists, who I’d heard of a while ago ‘cuz their name stands out but is also kind of dumb so I never bothered, but I was really hooked once I did hear. This isn’t my favourite song and my one hater friend criticised me for listening to them ‘cuz they do dumb lyrics I guess but I’m a big fan. I played a lot of TRACKMANIA while listening to them.
10. peacefall by Purity Ring - Mmm I was sad one day and it was pouring out in the middle of the nights so I took a very long walk and I posted a video of the rain on here and I was listening to this song looping when I did that. I only know like 3 songs by Purity Ring and they seem amazing but I’m bad about actually remembering to listen to bands. I’ve been thinking a lot about songs to use for an AMV for Berserk if I ever did one and this song has been a heavy contender.
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Questions on chain lore & blind child by anons prt.2
Question: why is wild and his zelda in such a relationship?
Answer: well wild felt like it's his fault for discovering the master sword that leads to his whole family being broken and how the royol family only see him as the *hero of hyrule* than a simple hyrulian and he doesn't like zelda as kids even growing up with her. He try not be involved with her besides the whole he's a hero, she a princess/unlock her sealing ability. Plus finding out that hes going to marry zelda after calamity is defend is his biggest no no til everything didn't go that way (like the botw game).
Question: how does four feel about his appearance?
Answer: at first, he's a bit unease since two different magic plus his best friend zelda magic but it took some time to get used too. He try to continue life as normal after saving zelda but four knew that people star or chitchat but some try to act like everything is normal even zelda but she felt responsibility for partly in four new changes to his body and try to figure out a way to fix it but nothing works. Four lucky can still use the four swords / minish song and abilities just have to remember that he have minish ears/tail.
Question: does the blind child have a gender??
Answer: well I leave it as the reader(ladies&gentlemen) point of view. For my other blind child stories it boy or girl than the main one.
Question: does your legend have the pink hair??
Answer: partly he try dye it back but do to being in rabbit body the pink staY in his hair for a long while so he kindof embrace it since he's stick with it anyways.
Question: zelda is hyila recarnation and blind child is Freya reincarnation?
Answer: yes, both different goddesses in my au story. Blind child and zelda is not related at all and not known to each other.
Question: how did four and your character Ethan end up in a relationship?
Answer: both met by trying to find the minish, four at first try to hide his ears/tail but Ethan patiently sign language four if he's looking for the minish as well which lead to travel buddies to friend than crushes to lovers.
Question: does sky regret asking/confront hyila in the body of his beloved zelda?
Answer: oooh boyo, he does but he partly thankful since he can travel all in and out of his hyrule to experience everything yet find a way to break his curse but it still hurt him to lost zelda and the fact he felt used by the every goddess But angry the same time.
Question: does your hyrule have a fairy form or body?
Answer: yes he does, he only goes into his fairy form for emergencies or get the flower netor to have a little bite of since it's sweet. Only four,wind knows but he bit hesitant with warrior since he seen him kill a bug in a way he doesn't wish to remember.
Question: how does the chain dynamic or interaction with the blind child?
Answer: at first the chain try not be intimidating like their sounds or anything. They speak to the child softly or they mainly let legend or four, wind be the child more since both have experiences with children til the child comfort enough with the rest of the chain or the child call the chain by their nicknames softly that the chain crumble.
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Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match
Chapter list: (1), (2)
Summary: When Zelda is freed from the clutches of the Calamity, she finds herself in a fascinating new modern era. No one in this New Hyrule yells at her for wearing pants when decorum calls for a dress! Nor do they find her odd studying every little creature or thing that crosses her path! It appears that the only downfall to this New Hyrule is women no longer have to rely on their fathers to find them a groom. It was an incredible revelation at first, but now she’s worried! She’s never had to deal with suitors before! That had been her father’s problem!
Call Zelda old-fashion, she doesn’t care, but for Hylia’s bloodline to prosper, she decides she simply cannot play matchmaker alone. The men in her family may have passed on into the Spirit Realm, but she still has one person in her life fit for the job, and fortunately, he knows everyone.
a/n: lmao I know the summary sounds like this story contains super traditional views on marriage, but it’s for the gag. I kind of figured Zelda really wouldn’t be up to snuff with the modern world fresh out of the castle. Anyway, first fic because the blog was empty! I just wanted to write something goofy to make me feel better about Nintendo pushing back botw 2′s release date. Set in the botw universe. I try to be as canon complaint as possible (until botw2 finally rolls out).
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Chapter 1: Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match
Link sat at the breakfast table, gorging himself on a wide selection of omelets, some toast, and a hearty helping of breakfast pork, when Zelda plopped down across from him.
"Link," She hummed, "May I, um, talk to you, just for a moment?"
He looked up from his side of the table with a tilt of his head, stopping midbite rather unattractively to listen to her.
Still frowning, she continued, "I know you're on your way out soon, though. Are you sure you have time?"
He swallowed his mouthful of food and nodded.
It wasn't like he had anything pressing that needed to be done today. Unless the Calamity reappeared right then and there, Link didn't plan on having anything pressing to do ever again. In fact, today, he had pretty leisurely decided to meet up with a few of his buddies in Goron City and wrestle around like they were always begging him to do.
Zelda just had a tendency to make every errand he ran sound like some grave quest. He theorized that Zelda did so to punish herself for "taking up his precious time" with the Calamity. Link had come to find that Zelda was full of curious little quirks like that. He supposed that she always had been; he couldn't say for sure. Even after all this time, his mind was still foggy on the details of the past.
The worried wrinkle on her forehead made him pause, and he put his fork down.
Link didn't often stop eating for just anyone—especially breakfast—but if there was one exception to every rule, his would be Zelda. She was truly one of his dearest friends.
He regarded her critically, trying to find the source of her discomfort in her expression.
The former Princess of Hyrule—though secretly, she was still just, The Princess of Hyrule to him—cleared her throat, and with a terse smile that made his eyebrows furrow, she began, "Well, you see, I believe myself to be in a bit of a predicament."
Instinctively, his hand went to grasp the handle of his sword, which any other time would have been strapped to his back if it were not currently propped up near the cottage door. Instead, he grasped at the air, but Zelda understood his intention. She was intelligent like that.
"Ah no," the corner of her mouth quirked up slightly, "no predicament of that nature, but I appreciate the enthusiasm. Though, again, my goal is for us to pull away from such questing, remember?"
He did, of course, remember that. His amnesia affected his memories of the past, not the present.
After approximately one hundred years of fighting an entity of pure evil entirely against her will, the experience had made the Princess a staunch pacifist. Link thought it was amusing, considering her peculiar interest in elixirs and monster dissections. Still, according to the Princess, her experiments were in the name of science and, therefore, different as she, in his opinion, rather haughtily declared.
In Zelda's defense, Link would concede that the only time she condoned the collection of monster parts was when he swore to her up and down that he had killed the monsters in acts of self-defense. Generally, he complied with these terms with a smile. He really had no reason to exterminate monstrous creatures now that the world lacked a Blood Moon. With monster populations kept naturally at bay, he figured he had better things to do than waste his time over a Bokoblin.
Still, that didn't mean Link agreed with Zelda's pacifistic sentiments, which was something at the beginning of their reacquaintance they had argued about close to nonstop.
They're simple, yes, but they're a form of intelligent life, Link, she would pout when they got in their normal argument about it, and every creature has the ability to learn.
They served the Calamity, he would counter, they always serve the Calamity.
Because they do not yet know the light, she'd hum back, batting her eyelashes up at him, they do not know Hylia like we do.
Neither does a squirrel, he'd sigh, trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with the doe-eyed girl so his resolve wouldn't crumble then and there.
In response to that, Zelda would simply smile, place a warm hand on his shoulder, and say something along the lines of, well, the difference there is simply that monsters were not created in Hylia's name, as the squirrels were, but I assure you She holds out Her hopes and prays for them regardless.
And it wasn't like he could ever think up any counterpoints to that because Zelda was quite intimately an expert on all things Hylia, and Link was just the guy with the flashy goddess-ordained sword. And since Link was just the guy with the flashy goddess-ordained sword, he, egotistically or not, fancied himself one of Hylia's most devoted followers. So, really, he had no choice but to listen to Zelda.
However, on the other hand, Link was quite aware he still had a reputation to maintain, so he'd dig his heels in, change tactics, and with a fussy huff ask her, So, what, Princess, would you like me to do? Go from Bokoblin to Bokoblin preaching Her good word?
If you're offering, she'd nod her head with a tight smile, which Link knew she didn’t actually want him to do. Zelda didn't particularly care for proselytizing.
But regardless, they wouldn't talk for a few days after the argument because Link was still mortal and hurt, and Zelda had once known divinity, and rather than just admitting he sometimes felt resentful of her divine wisdom, he would sulk in silence. And when the silence became too unbearable, he would feign some distress call in another corner of Hyrule, allowing him to slip away from Zelda and leave her all alone in Hateno.
And the very idea of her alone would eventually rip his heart in two. So, he'd often come home after a few days with his tail between his legs, begging for forgiveness, and Zelda, of course, would grant him that forgiveness because she was the physical embodiment of self-sacrificial humility. But she would only grant him that forgiveness after first offering her own weepy apologies, which would, of course, only break his heart more.
And even though everyone in Hyrule shared his opinion on monsters, including Impa, Link was the only one gifted with the remarkable knack for making Zelda cry. So, therefore, to avoid all of that nonsense, Link preferred to smile and nod along. He knew this also frustrated Zelda, but her annoyance was much more preferable to her tears. Link hated when she cried.
Outside of their arguing, Link couldn't think of anything else that would have Zelda acting in such an anxious manner. He was tempted to ask if the Calamity actually had risen while he was asleep (again), but he bit his tongue. Instead, he hoped she was just being shy about asking him to scale a rock wall of some sort and collect rushrooms. Considering who he was and all the rock climbing he did, it was a silly thing to be shy about, but Zelda tended to be embarrassed about the oddest things.
"No, this isn't about fighting." Zelda clarified, her voice drawing him back into their conversation, "It's actually another matter entirely, and while I believe it's a rather imposing request, I have really no one else to turn to, aside from Impa, but I—" Zelda paused and huffed, propping her head up with her hand, "—well, I don't know, I just feel you are better suited for this given your vast acquaintanceships, though, no doubt, Impa will want some sort of hand in the decision-making process. I can't say her assistance would be unwise since she was one of my father's most trusted advisors, but at the same time, I'm living under your roof—quite generously, thank you—and not to mention, Impa would likely request I commit myself to the Temples…." Zelda trailed off, thrumming the fingers of her free hand against the table in thought, and while he had little to no idea what she was going on about, he knew better than to interrupt her thinking process.
"I don't particularly dislike that option," Zelda continued on after a moment, straightening back up to look him in the eyes, "but I had just about my fill of piety, and well, the reality of it is, I can't expect to live under your roof for the rest of my life—"
He made a move to stop her right there—because she very well could expect that—but she pushed away from the table and began to pace about their little cottage, "Truly, I can't. While I'm quite spry for one hundred and twenty, I'm still one hundred and three years past my debutante unwed—"
This gave him significant pause, and he followed her pacing more carefully with his eyes.
"—I'm awfully afraid I could most certainly be defined as a spinster, and that can't do because someone has to carry on the line of Hylia, and the only person who can do so is me!" She came to an abrupt halt and spun on her heels to face him, throwing her hands into the air, "Hylia's bloodline can't just stop with me! I won't be saddled with that on top of everything else! No, that's another Zelda's issue!"
"And no doubt, me living here with you is also ruining your prospects as well, Link." She sighed, turning around again to examine Mipha's trident. He couldn't see her face—he could barely hear her voice over his internal panic—but she continued nonetheless, "You'll want a partner someday; that can't be denied. So, it won't do you any well having me living here when that time comes. Just think what people would—no! Think what they're already saying!" She shook her head, "This isn't a proper arrangement. I don't care how changed the modern world has become decorum is still decorum."
He made a face. Who cared about decorum? He certainly didn't. He had fought Lynols in his undergarments! The only time he gave it some thought was when he remembered Zelda was a Princess, which was hard to forget (funny, coming from him, he knew that), and talking to the Zora.
"No," Zelda shook her head with a sigh, making her way back to the table, "our living arrangement just isn't proper. It's about time I took a bigger interest in my future instead of trying to pray the past into the present." She plopped down into her chair, ignoring the shock scrawled upon his face, and took a rather large bite of the eggs he had scrambled for her. The eggs were now, no doubt, cold.
She swallowed and looked back up at him, pointing her fork at his face, "I'll put it bluntly, Link, I need you to find me a partner."
He blinked and just kept blinking. Words failed him. His heart sunk, rose, and sunk again because, for one, thankfully, Zelda was not asking for his hand, but also, she had not asked him for his hand, and it was a strange mix of feelings he had no desire to parse through.
"I—I'm sorry?" He finally managed to sputter out, "Me? Partner? Me?"
Her lips pressed together in a thin line before she sighed, "I know. I know! It's quite the request, but please, my whole life, you know, prior, I—" She pushed the eggs away and placed her head in her hands, "—Oh, I don't know how to say it without coming off so pathetically, but I don't have a father anymore like the other girls in the village, and I don't have an uncle or a brother to take care of such affairs, and yes, I know there's the push to break away from such conservative traditions, but I was—I am—the Princess! And while I know our plans are to establish a council as opposed to the traditional monarchy, it won't do for all of Hyrule—for the Goddess line—to be, uh well…tainted?" She cringed, "That's a horrible word to use, but I've got to marry the best of the stock for the sake of Hyrule, and I was the Princess!"
Zelda was up again, pacing around the table, gesticulating as she ranted, "I was the Princess, Link! I wasn't just allowed to talk—to flirt—with men in such manners! I kissed a stable boy once—" she jabbed a finger at him, "—once! Just to see what it was like, just a quick peck because I thought we were all surely dead, and he was sent off to work in the Goron mines!" She paused, then gasped, "Oh, Hylia, in fact, you were the one who ratted us out! Don't think I forgot about that!"
He quirked his eyebrows up because she may not have forgotten, but he most certainly had. Now that she mentioned it, he felt rather smug hearing her retell the story. Likely the boy, whoever he was, deserved it. The stable boy had been a stable boy after all, and…Oh! Yeah, Link could remember now. The cretin had had a penchant for leering. Link hadn't been fond of the stable boy, that was for sure. Especially when Toffa—
Wait? Didn't he know a Toffa now? That couldn't have been the stable boy's name, could it have?
He grimaced as a headache began to pound behind his eyes. Remembering the past had its obvious pros but very cumbersome cons. He resisted the urge to rub at his forehead and focused on Zelda's lecture.
"He was a very nice young man, by the way." She huffed, "I know you both had differing opinions on equestrianism, but really, what an overreaction! And just because you having him moved to Death Mountain probably saved his life two months later does not excuse the behavior in the first place, and—"
He tsked, waving her complaints off, and she gaped, "I beg your pardon, what's that supposed to mean?"
"The boy was a tool, your Highness," He crossed his arms.
"Don't your highness me," She hissed, but she couldn't sound menacing for the life of her, so it came out like a puppy's whine and made him smirk.
"Of course, my apologies, your Highness."
Her cheeks became rosy as her pout intensified, and she turned away from him with a 'hmph,' stomping up the stairs to the loft.
"I'm being serious!" She barked, making a show of stomping to the loft's bed.
He rolled his eyes when she was out of sight, "As am I. He was no good."
The bed creaked as she plopped down on it, "You don't—"
"Zelda, really, do you not think I had your best intentions at heart?" He interrupted her before she could even begin, which he knew in the past he would have never dared to do, "I knew what he wanted."
She was quiet up on the loft, and the bed creaked again as she stood. When she reached the rail, she looked down at him, and for a moment, Link swore he was back at the Sanctum, looking up at her father before coming to his senses.
"Very paternalistic of you," she murmured, fingers thrumming against the loft railing. She regarded Link with a frown, quirking one of her eyebrows up in dissatisfaction, "I know my honor is of great importance and concern to you, Sir Knight."
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, "Come on now, that's not why I did it. I was just trying to look out for you," he looked up at her, "you know, as a friend—that was…we were that at the time, right? Friends?"
There was a beat of silence, and then her eyes went soft. Her steel rod posture slumped a bit as she relaxed, and no longer did she look so much like her father, "I know—knew even—what you were trying to do, and I can't be mad about it, especially because I am now asking you to do precisely that and find me a good partner. I'm just—" she gestured vaguely, "—this isn't the predicament I was ever expecting to be in, and I believe I'm just talking myself into a tizzy. I'm—"
"Don't say it."
"—sorry."
He groaned, shooting her a bemused look, and she smiled sheepishly at him.
"Forgive me," she asked again, "for losing my temper?"
He wanted to call her out for being over-apologetic, but that had once made her cry. So he smiled instead, "Always, Princess."
He knew her well enough by now to know an 'I don't deserve it' was sitting on her tongue, but she, thankfully, bit it back because she knew him well enough to know it would only sour his mood. It was funny how stubbornly competitive they were with their apologies. He wondered what the selves of their past would think.
"See, this is why I came to you instead of Impa! She would have bowed down and just given me the first man I wanted." Zelda snorted, "You are much too opinionated."
"Most people would say quite the opposite."
Her smile widened, and annoyingly, his heartbeat quickened, "Ah, yes, but I know you and Impa better than most."
He smiled back before sighing, "I know very little about finding a partner, Zelda."
"That's fine." She shrugged, making her way back down the stairs, "I've got a sizeable dowry to work with if that's important to your acquaintances. Impa has been managing it all this time. And, of course, if the council discussions are to go south, my partner would be the rightful King of Hyrule in the most traditional sense. While I know the talks about the Council have been successful, I would guess such a potential title must be a smidge enticing for someone, yes?"
"To some," he agreed, "but I—who would you like to marry?"
She tilted her head, sitting back down at her spot at the table, "I'm sorry?"
"Wouldn't you prefer to be with someone you loved?"
She regarded him for a moment before smiling, "Well, of course, I'd crave companionship, Link, but I wasn't raised to expect love—"
There was a double meaning in that sentence that didn't sit quite right with him.
"—in the past, marriage amongst the nobility was akin to a business partnership, and it was stressed to me very early on that I needed to marry with Hyrule in mind. And as much as I detested that rule when I was younger, now that I have the choice, it's almost funny, all I have in mind is whatever's best for Hyrule," She shrugged casually, but the proud way she set her shoulders betrayed her nonchalant expression, "We really have the chance to lay the foundations for something great, and I want Hylia's heir to live up to that. I owe this country that much."
After everything Zelda had done for Hyrule, it was Link's opinion that she owed it very little else, but he kept his mouth clamped shut. It was just another argument for another day. Whether she liked it or not, Council be damned, Zelda was still his sovereign, so, for now, decorum would have him respecting her opinion.
"Aside," she leaned over, placing a hand on his, "I have faith you won't pair me with a monster, but if you do happen to do so, I've already lived with one for a hundred years. What's a hundred more?"
He gave her a look, and she threw her head back and laughed, "I'm kidding! About the monster thing, of course, not about me having faith in you. Don't worry. If I absolutely don't like someone, you'll know."
Instead of telling her that he'd faster gut a man than let anything like that ever happen to her again, he gripped her hand back and mused, "They'd have to be smart."
"Preferably," She nodded, mirth still twirling in her eyes, "and nice to look at, maybe?"
He smiled back, "Of course."
"And no one too old?" She wrinkled her nose, and he gave her an amused snort.
"Zel, you're a hundred and twenty. Aside from the Zora, it'll be hard to find someone younger."
She laughed, trying to hide her smile, "Oh, don't be cheeky, old man, you've got little room to talk yourself."
#zelink#ill post more if there's interest!#i usually hate long summaries and the beginning could use some work BUT it's for fun :)#and it sets up the story#it's my first time writing them so im sorry if theyre too ooc#first post!#matchmaker
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Wild Returns
Hey, so, the trailer for BotW 2 dropped...
And I was think like, everyone assumes Wild will get pulled away to do his second adventure and then return. And I saw the trailer and thought “Twilight is going to take one look at that arm and lose his mind.”
So I channelled all of my losing of my own mind into creativity. This was supposed to be cracky but then the boys decided feelings had to happen instead. Anyways, enjoy!
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“So, rations again?”
Everyone in camp groaned.
It had been a few months since Wild had been called back to his own Hyrule for another adventure, and the entire group had been mourning the loss of his cooking since the moment he left.
They missed other things Wild brought to the table, of course they did, but the cooking was the thing that was most universally missed.
“I really want Wild back,” Wind groused as Warriors began counting out some of the dried military rations his Zelda had been kind enough to supply them with the last time they were in his Hyrule.
“Want me back for what?”
Twilight jumped and barely stopped his arm in time to avoid striking the source of the voice with his sword when it piped up near his feet.
He blinked stupidly for a long moment as he took in what he was looking at.
Wild, their missing friend and his protege, blinked back up at him. This would be fine, except only Wild’s head and shoulders were visible, and the rest of him was in the ground, a faint bit of mist-like green light swirling around the place where Wild and ground met.
“Cub?!” He finally managed after a long moment.
“Hey Twi!” Wild grinned, fully pulling himself out of the ground once Twilight stepped back and sheathed his sword.
A glance around said no one else knew how to deal with this development either.
Wild, looked different. His hair was down, and he only had a bit of fabric pulled over his scarred left shoulder in place of an actual shirt. The sandals definitely were new, and he looked vaguely like he’d just tied a sheet around himself to act as clothes.
Then he lifted his right arm to wave, and Twilight’s brain broke for a second.
What happened to his arm was that recent or not why is it glowing what happened to his real arm why does he have a new arm
“Cub, your arm,” was all he managed to get out through the mess his thoughts had become.
He stepped forward hesitantly, reaching for Wild’s arm but pausing when he thought maybe Wild wouldn’t want him touching it. Wild reached out and wiggled it a bit, inviting him probably, and so Twilight stepped up and grabbed it.
Warm, smooth metal met his hands, and he could feel the pulsing of magic just below his fingers. Soft, rolling waves of gentle magic under metal, and what was clearly a mix of sheikah tech and something else made up the limb. Ignoring the ridges and metal and magic, it was a near perfect copy of Wild’s original arm. But it wasn’t Wild’s original arm, that much was obvious.
Wild had lost his arm.
A soft, flesh hand landed on his, and Twilight hadn’t realized he’d stopped breathing until Wild made a show of doing so when he looked up.
Twilight breathed in, tightening his grip on Wild’s new arm a bit in doing so, and did his best to swallow the wave of emotions rolling like thunder clouds in his chest.
“Cub,” he managed, his voice strangled and uncooperative.
“It’s not that big a deal, Twi,” Wild tried laughing it off, but sobered up when he must have realized Twilight was having a bit of an internal crisis. “I lost it early on, so I’ve had a lot of time adjusting to the new one. And this arm has so many cool new features! Like, I can phase through stuff now! You saw that just a minute ago. And it can use the runes just like the Sheikah Slate can, but there’s more to it all now. And it can shoot fire! Just like the fire rods Legend and Warriors have! And I can still feel things with it, somehow, so really it’s mostly just positives. I can barely tell it’s not the original sometimes,”
Twilight swallowed again, breathing harshly through his nose and glancing between Wild and his arm. He gently turned the arm over in his hands, trying to wrap his head around it being there, before his thumbs finally came to rest in Wild’s palm.
He opened his mouth to say something, but everything got stuck in his throat, and he had to close his mouth to swallow again, like the words that wouldn’t come would choke him otherwise.
“No using your new powers to scare us,” Time said, the first of the group to speak. “We don’t need to stab you because someone thought you were a floormaster or something,”
Wild shot him a thumbs up with his free hand. “No phasing close enough to be stabbed, got it,”
Time sighed, well aware Wild misinterpreted what he said, but not feeling like fighting him on it.
“Can you cook for us?” Wind asked, glancing between Wild and the rations Warriors still had out but had stopped splitting up. Warriors was also looking at Wild hopefully.
“Sure,” Wild shrugged. “I’ve actually kind of missed cooking for you guys,”
That elicited a cheer, and Wild carefully pulled his hand from Twilight’s fingers in order to take his place at the cookpot.
Twilight spent all of dinner (goddesses, he’d missed Wild’s cooking so badly) doing his best not to stare at Wild’s arm. His best evidently wasn’t good enough, if the look he got from Time was any indication.
He offered to take the first watch when things winded down, well after Wind had talked Wild into telling them about what he’d been doing while away for so long. No one argued with him, and they shuffled around just a bit to let Wild set up his own bedroll.
He specifically decided not to think about how Wild set up right next to his own.
Twilight was glad this was Four’s era. There wasn’t a lot to worry about in the forest here, which worked well with the fact that Twilight was doing a crappy job of keeping watch.
His mind kept pulling back to Wild’s arm. What happened? Why did he lose it? Was it because he wasn’t prepared enough? Had Twilight not passed on enough of his own skills that Wild could have prevented this? What if he’d been there, like on Wild’s first adventure? Could he have prevented this? What if-
“There wasn’t any way to avoid it,”
Twilight’s head snapped up, twisting to look at where Wild was curled up on his side, wide awake and flexing the fingers on his prosthetic arm, watching the digits move.
“Wild, what,” Twilight trailed off.
“You're thinking about my arm,” Wild said, like he knew. Twilight privately hoped ‘mind reading’ wasn’t on the list of Wild’s new abilities. “You’re feeling guilty about it,”
“I’m not,” Twilight tried to argue, but stopped when he realized how much even he didn’t believe himself.
“It’s okay,” Wild said, setting his arm down on his pillow, finally twisting to look at Twilight somewhat. “I figured you would. But there wasn’t anything you could have done,”
“Cub,” Twilight faltered, face screwed up as he fought internally about arguing that point.
Wild sat up then, looking at Twilight head on. “Twi, you couldn’t have saved my arm. I couldn’t, Zelda couldn’t, no one could. It didn’t matter how prepared I was, or who was with me. I would have lost it anyways. There wasn’t a way to avoid it,”
Twilight looked away, eyes on the fire that he’d neglected so far. He threw another log on, waiting for it to catch before adding another.
“You’re sure?” He asked, probably right when Wild had decided he wouldn’t answer. He ignored how small and unsure he sounded.
“Unless you have a cure for pure Malice,” Wild shrugged. “Yeah, I’m sure,”
Twilight nodded, watching the fire crack.
When he crawled into his own bedroll after waking up Legend for second watch, he wasn’t surprised to find Wild still awake. He was a bit surprised by Wild basically insisting they shared a bedroll by reaching out to cuddle into him, but he didn’t object. He just wrapped an arm around Wild’s torso, pulled him close, and tried his very, very best to ignore the soft whispers and hums from the magic in Wild’s arm.
Twilight struggled with guilt over Wild’s arm for a few days, even as Wild continued to assure him it was fine.
Everyone was pleased by the return of Wild’s cooking, and for the levity he added to the group. Even Twilight couldn’t complain.
Well, he could actually. And did.
Whichever goddess decided it was a good idea to let his already chaotic protege be able to ignore walls was going to get an earful from him eventually.
#linked universe#lu#twilight#wild#this is me contributing to the freak out#behold i've written more things#i have like#2 or 3 other random writings i might post later#but for now you can have this
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Zelda 2 - Mystery of Kasuto
Yet again, with more Zelda 2 lore.
Since winter break started, I went back to working on my Zelda 2 comic again (it’s been years but I’m still going at it haha). I collected a LOT of information from within the game and from other loz games. I’m at the last stages of getting all the information needed for a fully fledged story (My aim with this comic project is to flesh out the world of Hyrule in the era of decline. Make it feel like the newer Zelda games in terms of lore and plot, but also keep its’ classic essence).
HOWEVER! Before I get ahead with outlining a full story, there is one thing that needs to be sorted out. that is, Kasuto Town. Deciding on Kasuto town’s identity will entirely change the aesthetic of the story, how the people will be represented, and even the lore of the Zelda2 pre-story (sleep-cursed Princess Zelda)
I’ve spent a while collecting evidence and clues for my theory. I was not sure if I should go ahead with it and solidify it for the comic, so I want to share it and hear what opinions, additions, or contradictions any of you would have. I’m very interested to hear what you have to say on it! Anyways, without further ado, here is the theory:
The basic idea is that Kasuto People are Sheikah.
(Disclaimer: This is just a theory and entirely speculative. The aim to try to make sense of Kasuto town with the established canon information we know and fit it to the wider loz world.)
1. Location of Kasuto Town
There are two Kasuto towns. A deserted Kasuto, and a hidden Kasuto.
From what we know of the Sheikah history leading to the downfall timeline, is that The Hyrulean Civil War (Pre-OOT) nearly wiped out all of the Sheikah population. Kakariko was their original settlement, but has since been opened to everyone. So, where did all the Sheikah go? Only Impa is around. WELL, perhaps since the events of the civil war, they decided to take residence far away from Hyrule Castle, and only send their most capable every generation to care for the Princess (Which is always the new Impa). Impa always shows up again as a nursemaid for Princess Zelda in the downfall timeline.
Additionally, as protectors of The Royal Family, it works out how their town is situated next to the entrance to the Great Palace, where the final Triforce is kept (To keep an extra eye on who ventures there?).
Not entirely sure why Kasuto was destroyed. Did Ganon know about the Triforce of Courage being around there? Did he attack them with an army of Moas while they fought to keep him away? This might have led them to go into hiding. They are the only ones who know all the secrets of Hyrule. They need to survive in order to preserve it.
2. Magic
There are two spells taught in the Kasuto towns. One of them makes a small temple (shrine?) come out of the ground. The other spell is the strongest spell in the entire game (thunder).
^ This is the building that emerges from deep underground after using the ‘Spell’. (He finds the magic key there. A key that can open pretty much every door ever. Or at least the palace doors).
What IS strange about Kasuto though, is that the palace situated between the towns has an item that acts almost exactly like the Lens of Truth; It’s a cross that allows Link to see ghosts. (In OOT it does the same thing, in addition to looking through false doors and floors. It’s used to track down the Phantom guide in the haunted wasteland). A little suspicious, no? (PS. I’ve been thinking about redesigning the cross item for the comic, and I SWEAR the three parts at the top can easily be made to look like the Sheikah eyelash symbol. Voila)
This could all merely be coincidence, but the location next to the Great Palace AND the three-eye-rock palace containing the cross is convenient to make us assume it’s connected to them in some way, especially with the later established lore of the Sheikah.
3. Technology
Ok. bear with me. This is a big one. This will be the game changer. If we can solidify that these Sheikah are just as technologically advanced as the Sheikah in botw, this will completely change how they could be interpreted in the comic.
For starters, only the Sheikah know the details of the legend of Zelda. And here I quote from the Zelda 2 1988 manual:
“There was a door in the North Castle called “The door that does not open.” Only the descendants of the Impa family who served the King knew how to open the door.”
As we could see, access to the chamber and scrolls that provide information on the palaces and Triforce is only accessible to the Sheikah. A private affair between the royal family and Sheikah ONLY? The King that separated the Triforce is the one that was in-charge of building all 7 palaces. Because the Sheikah work closely with the Royal Family, they must be 100% involved (Also, remember how Kasuto town has the magical key that can open all doors in the palaces?)
OKAY NOW HERE IS THE TECHNOLOGY PART
The elevators. The Elevators.
For the longest time I told myself it must be some kind of pully system. But after I started thinking about Kasuto as being Sheikah, and their heavy involvement with the palaces, I’m starting to think that maybe these are actually electrical (or magical. idk what it is) powered elevators. Sort of like in Breath of the Wild.
There is also Rebonack, the Island palace boss with his floating robot horse
Maybe.... Maybe the ironknuckles and doomknockers are also robots? For all we know, they are just heavily armored... things. With no face.
We know construction on the palaces must have begun sometime at the end of the Golden Era. That was the time when the Royal Family possessed the full Triforce for countless generations. It was the most prosperous Hyrule has EVER been (in the downfall timeline at least). The Sheikah might have had the time to advance their technology? It’s not too far fetched.
After such a long time of prosperity, the King found that there was no one worthy of the full Triforce to continue this golden age (He was scared of his wicked son it seems) so he started this whole project to hide away the Triforce of courage.
(It’s interesting in a way how that King saw that the chaos caused by a separated Triforce is much merciful than the consequences of the full Triforce falling into the wrong hands. It mirrors Princess Zelda’s decision when she broke the Triforce of wisdom into 8 pieces so Ganon can’t have it. She really is wise for a small child. As wise as the ancient king.)
Well, what are your thoughts? Would it be plausible that the people at Kasuto are truly the Sheikah? Is it possible that the palaces have technology?
This is pretty crucial for the development of this comic project 👀 It will completely change how the palaces will be portrayed, the enemies, and the entire Kasuto settlements (plus if Impa is affiliated with them). WOULD you be fine with such an interpretation?
SHARE YOUR THROUGHTS!
#zelda2#long post#zelda2 lore#I'm pretty hyped about this haha#I've been kinda in the shadows about this project BUT I decided I might be ready to tackle a comic#the past year I did some multi-page comics#so that was great practice#I think I'm ready to REALLY start delving into this one#a multi-chapter and multi-volume comic. fun#mmmm#I'm flipping this whole game. I'm gonna add so much plot and drama and suspense and HAHAHAHA#sorry I'm just really excited about this#There IS a way make this game work. There is enough material deep inside to allow for a fully fledged story and world
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Happy New Year!
I started writing fic for The Untamed back in the fall of 2020, but I didn't start cross-posting it to my AO3 until February of 2021, so I'm going to go ahead and say that all of my fanfic that I've written for both The Untamed and Word of Honor has been written in 2021. I thought it might be fun to do a bit of a retrospective post based on my AO3 statistics since I don't currently have as much time as I'd like to work on my ongoing projects. I'm back in the States to visit family for the holidays and surprisingly enough I'm having a hard time finding the time to just sit down at my computer for hours banging out 6k oneshots 😂
Anyway, here are some of my statistics from 2021!
2021 Total Word Count : 489,483
2021 Total Works : 36 (4 for Word of Honor, 32 for The Untamed)
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#1 Hits : All Dreams Were Worth Keeping (15,633 hits)
[2nd Place: After Each Midnight Begins A New Day (10,655 hits)]
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#1 Kudos : Unexpected Solutions (1,355 kudos)
[2nd Place: You Need Tending (1,269 kudos)]
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#1 Word Count : All Dreams Were Worth Keeping (157,842 words)
[2nd Place: Main Objective : Destroy Yiling Laozu (84,074 words)]
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Honorable Mentions : Plans To Make (#1 Subscriptions and Bookmarks) and New Seductions (#1 hits for my Word of Honor fics)
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And now for the underdogs at the other end of the spectrum:
#36 Hits : Promises You Give (296 hits)
[2nd to last: The Shadow's Call (310 hits)]
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#36 Kudos : Bite The Hands That Feed (39 kudos)
[2nd to last: Promises You Give (51 kudos)]
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#36 Word Count : You Waited For Me (901 words)
[2nd to last: Promises You Give (1580 words)]
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Honorable Mentions : Opportunities to Practice and No Such Thing As Too Good for being my only het fics (706 hits and 702, respectively) and A Figure, A Mouth as my #4 Word of Honor fic pretty much across the board.
I know I'll likely never make it too far beyond the top range of my numbers - most of my fics sit very comfortably in the 500-3000 hit range and these are all the outliers, of course - but that's alright with me! I have a lot of fun writing what I do, and I'm so grateful for everyone who reads and leaves kudos and comments on my stuff, even if I don't always (or ever) have the time to respond to individual comments like I used to.
I'm going to continue on with my ongoing WIPs this year for sure, and maybe I'll find the inspiration to write a new multi-chapter fic or two in the year ahead, who knows! But I posted 3 massive (to me) stories this year along with extras for 2 of them to expand on their universes (and I'm currently writing extras for the BOTW fic that just got posted in December), and I'm really proud of that. Posting just shy of 500,000 words in a year while also working full time in the summer and going to school full time in the spring and fall is no small achievement, in my humble opinion.
I know I'm just one small fish in a big pond but I really appreciate those of y'all who have been hanging around since I started posting After Each Midnight here on tumblr, and of course I also appreciate everyone who's found me and stuck around any time since then, no matter how y'all found me! Hopefully here's to another good year 😊
#personal#fic rec#I mean it's probably tacky to rec my own fics like this but oh well#I worked hard lol#The Untamed fanfic
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and wip wednesday time part 2, the remix, botw edition
another 2k taster. obviously it’s the Long Link Oneshot, it’s the only botw thing I’m working on lmao. the central theme is changing a little, and I’m still struggling with it, but it’s slowly existing. that’s something, right? so anyway - blood moons, am I right.
After that day, more of the Rito began to go to Vah Medoh now that it was calm, to explore the Beast that was supposed to protect them, and to visit the spirit of the Champion that still piloted it.
Link decided to spend a couple more days in Rito Village; there were a few things that he wanted to do before he returned to the east. He ran around completing a few errands for people. He spent time with Kass’ wife Amali and their daughters, joining them for their singing practice and discovering a shrine along the way. He found more shrines on top of that, venturing out a bit into the Hebra tundra. Link could start to feel a weight in his chest and knew that he would have to make some time to pray to the Goddess for stamina, for strength. He would need all the strength he could get to complete this task. Though he did accomplish calming a Divine Beast, that didn’t mean he was done – far from it.
On his third day in Rito Village, Link woke up and knew that it was time to leave.
He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something in the air; it felt electric, made his hackles rise and his base instincts whisper that he needed to run. Run from what, he didn’t know, but he was…unsettled. It felt like the presence that had possessed Vah Medoh when it had been taken, but more.
So he packed his bag. Quickly said his goodbyes and went to the stable to request that they send his horse to the stable at Dueling Peaks. It would be faster for him if he used the slate, and he doesn’t mind traveling by foot once he gets to his destination. He wonders if everyone else can sense that feeling hanging in the air, and if they felt as skittish as he did.
He gives Chestnut an apple and a skritch behind her ears, promising in whispers that they would see each other soon, and then he was gone, whisps of light carried by the wind.
Kakariko was quiet when Link appeared, and he stared over the small village at the top of the hill, listening to the faint clink of wood chimes and wondering if this foreboding feeling that hung in the air today would follow him wherever he went.
Dorian and Cado gave him sharp nods of greeting when he approached, their faces drawn and wary, and Link pressed his lips into a thin line as he went up the stairs.
Impa looked up from the scroll she was reading as he entered, and she smiled. “I was wondering when you would show up.” She said in greeting as he took a seat at her feet. “I take it your journey west went well?”
It did. Link nodded, a pleased smile curling his lips. Vah Medoh has been freed. And I remembered a few things. It’s been…productive.
Impa smiled, and it looked like his news had taken some weight off her. “Good,” she sighed. “Very good, Link. And you remembered something? Excellent – come here, help me up.”
She held out her hand, and Link quickly scrambled to his feet to help Impa down from her tower of pillows. Her hand was so small in his, and it was thin and soft; it reminded him of the softness of the tunic he had to wear when he woke up, like one touch would send it crumbling. But Link could feel Impa’s strength in the way she gripped at his hand, and how warm she was, and he knew he didn’t have to worry.
“There, now.” She pointed at a chest up on the shelf. “Grab that for me so I can open it.”
Link was about to say that she didn’t have to bother, that he could do it, but a sharp glance had him quickly grabbing the chest and placing it at her feet. “Thank you. Alright, here –”
The chest opens with a soft creak, and Impa places a soft bundle of blue cloth into his hands. It was a tunic, dyed a shade of blue that reminded Link of the sky, with an embroidered pattern on the chest shaped like a sword. The mere sight of it sent Link’s heart twisting in his chest, and he tried to keep his hands from shaking as he held onto it. He could feel it, how important this tunic was to him.
“I’ve kept it all this time.” Impa explains quietly. “It had to be repaired in some places – it was a bit worse for wear by the time I had gotten it – but the embroidery…that’s still the same.”
Link traced a finger along the pattern, feeling the bump and ridge of every stitch.
“Princess Zelda made that tunic herself, you know.” She continued, a small smile on her face. “Down to the stitching.”
It felt like an electric shock, the realization that he was holding something that the princess had made, something that she touched. It was surreal. He pulled the cloth to his chest, throat working as he tried to find the words.
“…Thank you.” He finally whispered.
Impa’s smile grew at the sound of his voice. “It is my pleasure. Take time to rest before you go. And –”
Her smile dimmed some, eyes tightening at the corners. “If you do leave the village, be careful. I can feel it in the air; tonight…tonight will be a Blood Moon.”
A Blood Moon? Link didn’t know what that was, but judging by the look on Impa’s face, it wasn’t anything good. He had planned to start heading to the Zora today, but…he would take Impa’s advice, and rest for the day instead.
He bought a room at the inn for the evening and decided to spend the day walking around the village; he ran into one of Dorian’s daughters, Koko, who was running down the hill from the shrine. She looked anxious, and it hurt Link’s heart, the thought that whatever was hanging in the air was affecting her, too. So to take her mind off of it, they spent a few hours cooking, Link showing the little Sheikah a few recipes he learned in Tabantha. He saw Pikango painting by the Goddess statue and got a lead on another location for a memory; he made sure to make a reminder for himself to seek it out when he was able, making a note in his journal and placing a marker on the slate. After that, he went up the hill towards the shrine and the forest beyond it to pay the Great Fairy Cotera a visit to make a request to strengthen his clothing.
He liked Cotera; she was always nice to him and really fun to talk to, and her grove was always full of flowers and vegetables that never seemed to run out. Link wondered if the whole place was magic. He showed Cotera the tunic he just received, asking what he needed to make it stronger, and the fairy pointed him towards a small cluster of flowers – silent princesses.
He couldn’t explain it, but – there was something about those flowers. Looking at the flowers and their vibrant blue petals, Link felt…nostalgic.
Sad.
It probably had something to do with his murky past; Link hoped he would find the answers soon.
He admired the tunic after Cotera worked her magic, sitting at the base of the fountain and admiring the way some of the threads glimmered in the light, like they were made of fine metal. Cotera rested against the edge of her fountain and stared down at Link with an indulgent smile. “If you want me to strengthen it more, then you will have to bring me more of those flowers,” she says, “and shards from the horns of dragons.”
That quickly stole Link’s attention away. Dragons?
A shiver of nerves slipped down his back; he didn’t know Hyrule had dragons. Would he have to fight them to get a piece of their horn? He didn’t think he could do that, no matter what was expected of him.
His thoughts must have been showing on his face, because Cotera threw her head back with a laugh. “You worry so loudly, sweet boy! Yes, dragons – guardian spirits of the land. They’re quite harmless; there are three – Dinraal, Naydra, and Farosh - and they travel across all of Hyrule. You’ll know one when you see it. Though -”
Cotera tapped her chin with one long nail, a concerned frown on her lips. “No one has seen Naydra in decades. It’s worrisome…but hopefully nothing too serious.”
Link stuck around and kept Cotera company for a few more moments, but that comment about the dragons stayed in his mind as he returned to the inn, putting a worried furrow in his brow. The dragons…Cotera said they were spirit guardians; that must mean they were very powerful in their own way. The missing dragon…it couldn’t have been harmed or – or worse. Could it?
It was well into the afternoon when Link returned to the village, and he wasn’t sure what to do with the rest of his time. He would go exploring if this was a regular day, but the tension in the air…he didn’t want to go too far.
Squinting up at the sky, Link considered his options. The weight in his chest pressed down on him, reminding him of his need to pray, and he decided to do that next. Besides – he had noticed something, the last time he kneeled at the foot of the Goddess, and he wanted to see if that feeling would come again.
He could feel the presence of the Goddess rippling around the statue as he approached, and he made himself comfortable as he carefully kneeled down, lowering his head as he began to pray.
And – there. There.
Link could feel it – there was this…sensation that he’s been trying to find the words for. A presence just at the back of his mind, sitting there, watching. Waiting to see what he was going to say. He had wondered about it; thought that it was just the presence of the Goddess Hylia, but –
But it felt like Her, but also…not. There was something different about it. He thinks that, well.
Maybe it’s the princess.
Just the idea makes him feel a little smug – he knew the connection went both ways. He wasn’t entirely sure, but just in case, Link made sure he was good and settled.
He has a lot to tell her.
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Link…
Link stirs from a fitful sleep to the sound of the princess’ voice in his ears, clearer than it’s ever been. What is -?
Link!
He sits up, blankets slipping away, and swipes at his eyes, wondering what’s happening to make her call for him so. Is something happening? Is the Calamity –
Is it happening? Was he too late?
Panic’s icy grip wrapped around his heart, and Link’s eyes snapped open to see crimson light streaming through his window. The feeling in the air, the tension – it was hitting a crescendo, stirring his blood into a panic, forcing him to move, to act –
He was out of bed and on his feet before he could think, rushing out of his room and the inn. Malice rained from the sky like ash, and the clouds churned in the sky, moving faster than they should around a swollen, crimson moon.
A Blood Moon.
Be on your guard! Zelda pleads in his ear. Ganon’s power grows. It rises to its peak in the hour of a Blood Moon. By its glow, the aimless spirits of monsters slain in the name of the light return to their flesh.
It makes sense now, Link thinks numbly, why Impa advised him to stay within the village. He wasn’t sure what he would’ve done if he had experienced this while on his own in the wild. All the monsters he had dispatched so far in his journey flashed through his mind, and Link spat out a curse; no wonder monsters are running wild – who would bother facing them when they just come back to life every month?
Link –
His attention sharpened; the princess’ voice was softer, now, fading. She was leaving him again – for now.
Please be careful.
It was gradual, the violent red giving way to the calm blue of night, the moon returning to its soft, silvery glow. Lingering flakes of Malice fluttered around him before disappearing, and Link shivered a little as the cool wind blew against his nightshirt, soaked with sweat. When Impa warned him of the Blood Moon, he wasn’t expecting…that. He still felt a little shaky, a tremble to his limbs as he slowly turned and went back into the inn. The snap of his door closing sounded overly loud when he returned to his room, and he pressed his back against the door, dragging his hand down his face with a ragged sigh.
Across the room, his bed waited for him, soft and inviting, promising comfort. But Link wasn’t sure how he would be able to go back to sleep now.
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Don't Be Afraid
Can you tell I'm desperate for news about BotW 2? Hehe. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this lil bit of angst.
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Link let out a pathetic whimper as agony spread through his right arm. He was dimly aware of Zelda somewhere beside him, calling his name, begging him to look at her. He couldn’t. His vision was rapidly fading, the dull darkness of the cavern being replaced by a bright, painful green.
But that light couldn’t hide what he lay before him. A corpse, grotesquely bent back, malice continuing to spill from its chest, surrounding them.
Don’t be afraid, hero.
That voice. It echoed through his head, speaking to him every time his arm pulsated with yet another wave of pain.
…on’t be afraid, hero...
The darkness was growing. The green was fading. The wisps of Zelda’s voice were ebbing away.
…n’t be afraid, her…
He had to move. He had to keep going. He had to protect Zelda. But he couldn’t. He desperately tried to move something, anything. He couldn’t. The light was fading. It was almost gone. Through the dark haze, he saw that the burning skull of malice, eyes of pure hatred looking right into his soul.
It was so dark. He hurt so much. He had to stop.
I’m sorry, Zelda…
He just wanted it to stop. All of it. He needed it to stop.
With one final breath, he let the darkness take him over.
…be… afraid…
#oof it feels good to write after so long#i hurt the boy im sorry#but not really#:)#breath of the wild#botw#breath of the wild sequel#botw 2#botw link#botw zelda#breath of the wild fanfic#loz breath of the wild#uff too many tags im sorry#oh and i guess the glowy green hand is here?#and... ganondorf technically???#hmmm#mew writes
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thinking again about botw if link had like. aged while he was sleeping. like. y’know SLOWLY but also to where he’s idk like 60 years old. hyrule is saved by somebody’s grandpa. so many potential jokes about the memory thing. and link can be like. kids these days and someone else can be like technically you’re 17 and he can be like technically i’m 117. BACK IN MY DAY goes this random old man whom you just saw drop out of the sky and obliterate 15 monsters at once and is now rifling through their corpses as he continues, incomprehensibly. imagine the hijinks. i know we all like to headcanon chaos gremlin link in botw especially so....... what if he were an old man. you see this rugged aged fighter staring pensively into the distance and you’re like uh...... sir? and he looks you dead in the eyes snatches a butterfly out of the air and shoves it in his mouth. do you have any tips for me? all of these young adventurers ask this mysterious stranger, whose years and experience have surely made him wise. eat boiled frogs, he says sagely. always keep enough rupees to resurrect your horse if it dies. do not climb hebra mountain naked. he disappears in a flash of light. a ghost???? three weeks later you see him riding along beside the rescued princess after hyrule is saved. was that....... the king???????
AND it doesn’t even have to be super depressing because purah already has her beta fountain of youth for explicitly that purpose so after all that. eventually he can just..... be his age. (also. can we talk about that actually????? purah just. invents immortality in the game and it’s never really mentioned again beyond like, jokes???????? there’s so many things we could do with that. botw can’t just drop that on us casually. hello??? the solution to botw2 is they just baby-zap ganon and call it a day. like link and zelda don’t even have to be reborn anymore. (i would like to be able to tap out if i were them but hey, accumulation of experience and knowledge.) people can just. live forever now. canonically. especially since the shrine of resurrection ostensibly will be at full power, available to heal all mortal wounds, especially if purah figures out how to reproduce it, which is entirely feasible. is this, like. allowed. you know that theory about how the twili from twilight princess are sheikah who like flew too close to the sun. part 2. anyway.) absolutely zero excuse for not giving us elderly protagonists nintendo hear me out. it would have been really funny. i feel robbed.
#*#loz#chatter#HELLO BOTW I HAVE SOME QUESTIONS COMPLAINTS AND CONCERNS#also ftr i don’t like the while like. this isn’t MAGIC. its SCIENCE. that’s lame. i’m taking that to mean its not /handwave finger wiggle#its REPRODUCIBLE. like no hocus pocus a tower as a focus or i cast make robot go its. magic engineering. saying all of that is the result#of STRAIGHT TECH is 1) dumb and 2) boring. i do not see it#i feel like in-universe there like. it makes sense to make the disinction between zelda-magic where it just. goes and what i guess in this#instance is science-magic where its like. methodically constructed and highly specialized. like that’s science. but its still magic. yanno.#as you can see i have beef with that whole line. its dumb. its not fun. it doesn’t even make sense! there is no reason for it.#anyway#my super power is having really strong opinions on loz lore.#i have So Much more to say about the beta fountain of youth. nintendo i want answers.
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25, 41, 42!
25. Favorite side character?
This is tricky. As far as serious characters go, I’m torn between Kass and his teacher. I can guarantee you I do not and would not have the emotional stability necessary to devote the remainder of my life after a major catastrophe to helping the man who holds the heart of the one I care about, especially if I didn’t know for sure that he’d ever return. Then again, Kass left his wife and family behind upon seeing the towers activate to finish his mentor’s work. That could easily have been years on the road, based on how long it would take Link to finish his own quest. They’re both seriously hardcore and I aspire to have that kind of resolve.
Otherwise, the guy outside Gerudo Town. Don’t even remember his name. But flirting with him under false pretenses just to steal his boots? Hell yes.
41. Do you like an open world Zelda or a more linear one?
Neither. Zelda has to be a perfect blend of both to get the maximum amount of adventure. While it’s important to have a world that’s mostly accessible from the beginning, if you don’t have a linear progression of abilities and dungeons the drive to explore is greatly diminished. My favorite part of Zelda is seeing something just out of reach, waiting to be explored to the max, but I’m missing something. That drives me to progress and develop my skills. Knowing what I’m supposed to do next but not knowing how to go about getting there is also paramount to the adventure. For instance, in the very first game the manual shows you the way to the first dungeon and part of a map to the second, but everything after that is a blank slate. However, the manual and game also tell you explicitly that there is an order to the levels, and that attempting to do one before you’ve done the previous is going to halt you in your tracks. That makes it all the more exciting to stumble upon a later level too early. Can you complete it anyway? If this dungeon is here, then where’s the one I’m looking for? It offers up so many questions that allow for true exploration.
The same can be said for later games, including Link’s Awakening, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess, either of the Oracles games, pretty much all of the ones where your map is incomplete. In Link’s Awakening, you’ll get a hint at the end of a dungeon telling you “Go Here Next” but absolutely no indication of where “Here” is. In Ocarina of Time, you might get a flashing dot on the map indicating a general direction, but getting to that dot is entirely up to you. That in combination with the fact that you’ll inevitably run into areas you can’t access because you’re missing something develop an eager excitement to progress both in the main quest and in side quests - as you go, you’ll find even more of these areas and continuously have the thought, “Oh this item, I bet that’s what I use back at that one spot.”
So ultimately, I don’t care for either end of the spectrum. Breath of the Wild didn’t really scratch that adventure itch like some of the other Zeldas, but Skyward Sword didn’t either (keep in mind this is coming from someone who has sunk well over 1,200 into both). I like the blends. That’s what really draws out my adventurous spirit.
42. Something you want in BotW 2?
First, a real name. If the devs follow ALBW like they did in Japan and just keep the original name with a big fat # 2 on the end of it I will literally light myself on fire.
Second, DUNGEONS. PLZ. GIVE ME ITEMS AND SEALED OFF AREAS. I’M BEGGING YOU NINTENDO I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE REST.
Third (when I said I didn’t care about the rest I was lying), a real plot. A well-executed plot. Give me some lore to dig into. Give me a reason to really hate the villain, don’t just leave it to an amorphous fireball that apparently destroyed everything a century before. Ganondorf in WW and TP was scary because he was real, and his exploits and destruction were readily present. Zant had the same feeling, as did Ghirahim, but in that same vein Demise didn’t have that sense as much until he was looking you straight in the face and calling you weak. I want my hands to shake when other Hyruleans mention the villain. I want to see the destruction and feel the utter terror like when Majora turned Link into a deku scrub. Make me fear for my life, Nintendo. Give me something to be scared of, a real reason to be scared of it, and a reason to give a damn about fighting it. I’m supposed to be the goddess-damn hero of legend, make me feel like it.
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From the Ashes (1/???)
Summary: In a modern version of Hyrule, a young man finds himself in a world filled with nothing but white walls, studying faces, and tests after tests. Something is different about him, and the world seems very interested is seeing what makes him tick. (A modern, BOTW/LOZ "Labrat" AU)
You all asked for this, so I’m delivering. Slight note, this is a normal Legend of Zelda AU, not a Linked Universe one. Though, that doesn’t mean the other incarnations of Link will never make an appearance.
Word count: 1,422 // Total word count (so far): 4,774
Warnings: there's a lot, not all of them appear in this chapter but they will in later ones. Experimentation, non-consensual touching, child abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse, suffocation, needles, restraints, death, graphic description of injury, basically I kill Link a bunch of times and do horrible things to him, anything horrible you can imagine happening to him will eventually happen, (there is NO sexual abuse in this story)
MAKE SURE YOU READ THE WARNINGS, READ AT OWN RISK.
Chapter 2 will upload June 13th.
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He used to have a name. A life. He can see it in his dreams and taste it at the tip of his tongue. When he closes his eyes, he can see blue sky, something he doesn't ever remember seeing with his eyes open. He can hear a happy voice call his name behind him, and he turns and he sees people. Not scientists, not these white cloaked creatures that has become all he's ever known. He turns, he sees them, and he can just tell that he knows them somehow. One is large, bearded, the other short, woman, long strawberry blonde hair, and the last is very small, a girl, sparkling eyes.
He can't discern much more than that. He reaches out to them, his wrists free of tubes and needles, his feet move without him being dragged, he goes forward without restraints. His hands stretch out in front of him, he's so close, but then awareness starts to ebb into his dazed mind and somehow, they get further and further away. The girl yells something, the man calls out, the woman falls to the ground, sobbing.
There's a flash of light, a crash, and he's thrown around with the sounds of screaming and crunching metal, the howl of tires struggling to find traction on the road, and then everything goes dark.
Every time he closes his eyes. He has a name. He has a family.
But then he opens them, and he's the Subject. He's alone, no one to call Mom or Dad or little sister, no one there but the faceless men and women who study him through the glass of his cell. His world.
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He doesn't remember much. Days bleed and blend together like white paint on a blank canvas. He doesn't know what he was doing last week, let alone what food he had the night before. He only knows right now, and he can't think further back. Well, actually he can take guesses. Last week he was most likely strapped to a table like he is now, what he had to eat was probably that gray, goopy substance that they forced down his throat a few hours before.
But it's not like he has any memory of that. His memories are just itches at the back of his neck or invisible bugs clawing at his wrists. Sometimes the memories are stabbing pains in his abdomen, burning fires in his lungs, stiffness in his legs. He doesn't remember much, but he supposes he remembers the pain.
There is one memory he can proudly say he remembers. It's horrible to say he's proud of it, because it's not a happy memory, but it at least give him an idea as how long he's been here, it gives him hope that he used to fight, that the straps on his body wasn't just precautionary, but actually used to keep him down and keep him from fighting.
It's the first time he's ever died, and he's somewhat confident in saying that he's died many, many times. It's the reason he's here, it's the reason they took him, he knows it. This memory is proof.
He's tiny in this memory; probably standing to the middle of his thigh at his present height. Hands are gripping his wrists so tight that he couldn't feel his fingertips, leaving bruises as he's grabbed around the middle and dumped on a white, stiffly padded table. He's screaming, screaming, the only evidence that he could have ever have had a voice, he doesn't scream now. He's to numb, his voice too gone. Anyway, he's screaming, lashing out and trying to claw at the people trying to pin him down.
He's small, but he's furiously fighting, biting and kicking as they grab hold of his soft, cotton tee-shirt and force it over his head. Bear chested, they press his upper body to the table where they start looping soft, velcro restraints around his wrists and chest while hands grab at his hips and force his jeans down.
They left his underwear on, but now he's practically naked as they now strap down his thighs and ankles in similar restraints and soon he's screaming and bucking but going nowhere. He tugs at his arms and jolts his legs, hard enough he can feel his shoulder smarting. Though, he's completely powerless when a hand falls over his face and forces his head to the side where they jab a needle into his neck.
His yells and protests turn into soft cries as the fluid they jammed into him starts to relax his muscles. The light is so bright and the fear pounding in his heart makes it easy for tears to slip out. In seconds, he has no strength to even lift a finger as they clip something on the tip of his pointer. He lets out a sob when they press small circular items connected to wires leading to machines to his chest, neck, stomach, head, thighs.
He wants to go home. He wants to go home, he's so scared, so confused, so alone. He wants to go home.
Someone approaches his side and he winces as another needle enters his skin at the wrist, this one staying. Tears pool out his eyes when another goes into the crook of his elbow and draws out red. There's chatter above him but the blood running in his ears makes it hard to listen.
He's dizzy and nauseous by the time the needle taking his blood leaves his arm. They're touching him, taking notes, bouncing theories, and suddenly, they all step back, silent.
He whimpers and tries to get his arms to move, but nothing is working. He's going numb, he can't even feel where they poked him with needles anymore. A man approaches, something that looks like an oxygen mask in his hands, though it's connected to an intimidating looking machine. Scared, he tries to turn his face, but it's all for naught when the mask is slipped over his mouth and nose and secured around the back of his head.
The man goes to flip a switch and pure terror fills his body because he has no idea what's going on and he can do nothing but cry and scream, he can't ask them what's happening, or where he is, or why he's here, he can't even twitch his fingers to sign.
"Wait," a voice says; a woman, white hair, red eyes, Sheikah. She reaches towards the man's hand and he stops. "He's just a child. You'll kill him."
"That's the point," the man growls, whipping his hand out from hers, "or have you forgotten that?"
"No, there must be a way to study his abilities without having to kill him-"
"This is a project demanded by the King himself," the man snarls, "we cannot make guesses and maybes on a project so important. Now, do you're job, Purah, or do I need to remind you what happens to people who go against the King's direct orders?"
The woman stares at the man for a second before she lands her red gaze down on the boy strapped to the table, lazily yet fearfully watching them. She sighs and the boy feels something shatter in his chest when she turns away from him and steps back.
The man nods before he turns with no more delays to flip the switch connected to the mask on his face.
There's a whir, then suddenly it's getting harder and harder to breath, like the air is replaced with peanut butter. He shutters and gasps, eyes wide and unblinking up towards the bright lights above him. Tears stream down his cheeks and the edges of his vision begin to go black, and it spreads until he feels nothing.
He continues to feel nothing. Not the table, not the restraints, not his entire body. Then, there's a blue warmth reaching out to him like a sad song.
The memory gets blurred at this part. He somewhat remembers waking up again to a flurry of white coats and clipboards. Beeping fills his ears and pounds against his skull as machines struggle to make sense of what happened. There's a pinch in the crook of his elbow and the need to throw up almost becomes unbearable until suddenly he can't breathe again, there's yelling, then air rushes into his lungs. It's all too much for his small body to take at this point and he let's a different kind of black take him once again.
#jin writes#fan fiction#fan fic#legend of zelda#botw#breath of the wild#link#whump#gosh if anything in this fandom counts towards whump#its this#there will be a lot#it gets worst from here folks#then it will get slightly better#then really worse again#enjoy#all you sickos asked for this
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i never post, but botw 2 really got my brain gears turning and my braincells thriving !! as a result, i had to write a oneshot fic, but instead of it being link and zelda as the leading roles, my procrastinating brain thought it would be a good idea to insert my other favorite ship in the fic instead.
it then birthed a non-proofread, grammatical error thriving fic which im not sure what to feel about :'))
as i said, i NEVER post, but now that ive written it, i thought "what the heck, why would i waste the opportunity?" pls. be gentle with me since i rarely ever let anyone read my fics and this oneshot is kind of trash ((and not to mention the first fic im uploading to the internet)) !!
anyways, enough of my blabbering ! here's "adventure" a plance botw au
it wasn't easy venturing a basement you never knew you had to begin with.
it was even harder when your personal knight refused to let you even touch the ground without their consent.
lance was getting tired of both of these things.
"pidge, im more than capable of walking next to you, you know?" he said for about the millionth time that day. once again, he was met with her usual stoic silence.
"come on, pidgey. you've been walking all day and this doesnt feel fair." he continued, unwavering, "let's switch--even if its just for a minute? i feel like a horrible friend seeing you tire yourself out."
"i asked you to do this, prince lance." she replied, still stubbornly looking everywhere but on him. he sighed--this was typical katie holt. after saving altea (and also himself) from calamity zarkon, pidge had constantly been dedicating herself to ensure his utmost safety at all times. well, he had experienced that type of protectiveness before, but at least then he could communicate with her like they were equals. this time, it was as if the slate that solidified their friendship was wiped clean.
"and im asking you to do something in return." he answered, "let me lead us while you get some rest." there was a moment of silence before he was met with a soft shake of his knight's head. he managed to blurt something out before she could verbally deny his request:
"please let me do this, katie. i'm not a child that needs to be pampered and spoiled! we're doing this together for quiznak's sake!"
pidge stopped in her tracks, finally landing her gaze on lance for what seemed like the first time in a hundred years. he knew their relationship was still fragile, but he prayed to any of the godesses that she would understand where he was coming from--like she did before calamity zarkon.
"when you told me you remembered me, i thought that we could pick up from where we left off," lance whispered, "and i know that we can't do that--not now, and maybe not ever.
"but i thought, just this once, you would trust me like you did before. you would see me as a friend and not as your prince." he pushed forward, "you'd at least just call me lance." he avoided her gaze, knowing that he sounded absolutely stupid saying all of those things that pidge probably already knew. maybe a hundred years in stasis really did take a toll on his ability to communicate.
the soft, almost inaudible voice of his protector speared its way into his head and interrupted his thoughts, demanding his attention. she looked sheepish; her eyes focused on the wet stone underneath them.
"just for an hour, okay?" she murmured; walking towards the horse he was riding. lance beamed at her; giddy that she finally allowed him to break some of the walls she surrounded herself with. he stepped off the stallion and offered her his seat, which she reluctantly (but gratefully) took.
taking the reigns on his horse, lance took careful steps forward, clueless of where to go, but uncaring of his path. he stole a glance at pidge, who--after hours of non-stop walking--was rubbing her ankles with a small smile on her face.
"thank you for letting me do this, pidge." he said, and it was his turn to look at everything but her.
"you're welcome..." she started, hesitant to say whatever word was stuck at the tip of her tongue. minutes passed, and the prince almost thought that she had finished what she had to say, but--after a soft exhale--he heard her mumble something that made his heart flutter just a little:
"lance."
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((also "calamity zarkon" had me cackling for about an hour but i kept it in bcos it truly was comedy gold))
((also zelda is associated with blue and link is associated with green, just like lance and pidge so if this isnt fate i dont know what is))
#plance#flirtyrobot#pidgance#cyance#howtfdoitag#i have 2 more scripts to write and i havent started any of them#please pray for me#cammienatorwrites
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