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thorn-amidst-roses · 3 years

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Reposting my Zelda theory here from the Discord so I can celebrate later if I’m right. This will be a bit of a long post...

Zelda's solidly gone until late game. Lost or captured, but I think "incapacitated/captured" is the most likely. I doubt she'll be playable.

She might be "dead", but it'd be "dead" in the "we can fix it though" sense (like whenever she's been turned to stone or turned into Puppet Zelda or whatever).

Link's arm is NOT infested with malice, the malice attacked him and the Spirit Arm (working title) stopped it by merging with him before it was anything more than...gentle malice caresses lmao.

The arm had been keeping Ganondorf sealed for the past ~10,000 years (we're not married to 10,000 years as a literal number, since "ten thousand" often gets used in place of "an uncountable number"), but the seal is clearly beginning to fail, from all the malice leaks around the place. Recognizing Link and Zelda (we know from Twilight Princess that past Heroes can recognize current ones (the Hero's Shade mentoring Link)), the Spirit Arm - still having a degree of agency and sapience - decides to "let go" of Ganondorf and attach itself to Link (basically 'create a short term problem in the hopes of finding a long term solution').

Zelda falls down the pit as well, and we see some little hints that she's in a bad way (apparently in the Hyrule Castle bit, her tower collapses).

Anyway, Spirit Arm is a remnant of either the Ancient Hero directly, or something with close ties to the Ancient Hero. It's basically going to fill the role of Navi/Midna/Fi.

Through it, you'll be able to either literally travel to the ancient past, or "travel" to the ancient past in the form of reliving the Ancient Hero's memories to fill in the blanks on what happened ~10,000 years ago. Possibly to make some changes that impact the present to improve Link/Zelda's situation vs Ganondorf. This will probably function more like the Twilight Realm in that you can travel from set points to set locations/scenarios, I don't expect the sky to be free-roaming.

Also, in the Sky, Link will be in the form of the Ancient Hero.

For Zelda, either Ninty will do a "the triforce saved her", or, POSSIBLY, with the heavy emphasis on Skyward Sword basically being our homework before playing this game - and bearing in mind that they'll probably be looking for a "next level" to Zelda's powers since she does use the Triforce at the end of BotW, it's possible that all this work will lead to her experiencing more of an awakening into her Goddess Hylia aspect.

So "dies" but is reborn as the Goddess might miiiight be on the table.

Bonus round:

What I want to know more about, though, is the Zonai religion - they have statues of the Dragon (courage), Owl (wisdom), and Boar (Power)...with the implication being that they gave the Boar the same respect as the others.

We also see in BotW that the Boar statues had been broken, which COULD have just happened over time, but the Dragons and Owls are intact

I have a theory-lite about the "Balanced Triforce"... So I think that to a point, ancient Zelda/Link/Ganon probably had their shit together. But then Power broke away, as it does. I don't remember off the top of my head whether Skyward Sword retconned it or not, but in OoT the Triforce was created at the time Hyrule itself was created by Din/Nayru/Fayore, which I think was...pre-Hylia? So if the Zonai are seriously ancient, they could have been from a time when the Triforce existed, but before it was cursed by Demise (or Power could have just pulled away on its own).

#botw #botw2 #zelda theory #zelda

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miloscat · 5 years

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[Review] The Legend of Zelda: Tri Force Heroes (3DS)

There’s highs and lows to the experience of Tri Force Heroes. The premise seems pretty player-unfriendly, but by connecting with an active online community I was able to wring some enjoyment from it.

The Zelda series is no stranger to simultaneous multiplayer. Four Swords, Four Swords Plus, the battle mode in Phantom Hourglass and Spirit Tracks, Hyrule Warriors co-op, and of course Tingle’s Balloon Fight DS. It’s usually part of a larger package, but here they’ve built on the mechanics of A Link Between Worlds to create a full game that’s multiplayer-only. (You can technically play stages solo but it’s a thoroughly miserable experience, as the design is so laser-focused on having three and only three human participants, and they don’t deign to include the kinds of quality-of-life features Four Swords Anniversary Edition and Plus had for solo play.)

TFH does have a plot but it��s a bit half-arsed. Link (external sources claim it’s the same one from ALBW, and that the change in look is due to a disguise even though the reason he’s accepted as a hero in the game is strictly derived from his appearance) comes to a town—comprising three houses and a castle—with the quirk that everyone is obsessed with fashion; this does tie into the game mechanic of crafting outfits to get different abilities. Then there’s two other Links for some reason. They have to defeat a fancy-clothed witch to break the curse on the local princess who has been forced to wear an unflattering unitard. It’s 100% the weakest story of any Zelda game.

From there you venture to the themed zones outside the castle. It’s the usual: forest, ice, volcano, haunted mansion, sky, etc, etc. While there there’s a robust series of mini-dungeons and stages with decent puzzles and combat, centering around usage of a limited set of items and teamwork. There’s good variety here, especially when you include extra challenge conditions; but only when you’re ready for them. Less successful is the havily-leaned-on “totem” mechanic, where Links pick each other up to interact with different vertical planes. It’s... rarely fun, unfortunately.

Being a multiplayer-only game, your enjoyment will vary based on your party. If people have similar skill levels, everyone is using the cute emotes enthusiastically, and everyone’s being a good sport, then it’s a surprisingly good time. On the other hand you could get dragged into a very difficult challenge and have to redo a level several times, or your run could quickly come to a close from contending with claustrophobic combat chaos, not to mention the dreaded lag and “buffering” wheel.

After playing Metroid Prime: Federation Force with my American friends, I was hoping for a similar experience with people I knew online; unfortunately the multiplayer is region locked, ostensibly to reduce lag, which is cold comfort for an Australian playing with French and Mexican players (technically the latter was playing outside their region with an EU copy of the game, but “EU” still includes countries as distant as South Africa). To be fair I rarely experienced really terrible lag, but I missed playing with friends, and there’s no way I could regularly get two other local friends. The Discord community I found usually provided me with games (and luckily I had a lot of free time during the day), because otherwise it’d be sitting for uncountable ages waiting for random players at this late stage of the game’s life. Online places like that to match you up with willing people are the only tenable way to still play reliably, and even then there’s of course a lot of stuffing around with Friend Codes.

The complications of even starting and maintaining a game make me wonder if it was worth it. If this implementation of a “multiplayer Zelda dungeon” experience really works. As a frantic co-op experience it can be fun, and frustrating, and satisfying, though it is just dungeons, without really fulfilling the other aspects of a Zelda game. But that’s ok, and when I reflect back on my time with TFH, it’s those moments of positive interaction I had with humans on the other side of the screen that I remember. But it’s still a toss-up if you’ll ever get to that point. I’m torn! Either way, Link can wear a pretty dress in this game so that’s cool.

#zelda #the legend of zelda #the legend of zelda tri force heroes #grezzo #3ds #review

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storytimewithlousine · 3 years

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The Boy Next Door Chapter 3

It had been a few days since the unfortunate event, at least according to Lousine. It haunted his every moment, assuming that Adri was grossed out or thought he was a huge pervert for doing that in front of a window. He could barely keep up their casual texting as even on Adri’s end, it seemed tense with something. But for all Lousine’s worry and nerves, Adri was of a different thought all together.

Adri could barely focus on anything for eventually the images of what he saw took up his mind. And it always caused him to curse his clothing choice despite it being cute on him. Even now relaxing in his bed, phone dropped to his side after answering a text from Lousine, he was gently rubbing the front of his leggings as he gazed at the window. Good god why am I so horny, I’ve seen plenty of naked dudes. But the answer was obvious even to him. This dude was close, way closer to the ones he browsed on tumblr or online. And so, with a bitten lip and double check that the door was locked, he slowly peeled down his pants as his mind pictured for the uncountable time in the past few days.

At the same time as all this Lousine was right outside Adri’s house, a common occurrence to everyone since the family in. But what was so odd this time was the fact that he was just standing there at the door. Reluctant to knock on the door, tapping the railings and glancing back at the road as if thinking of escaping some invisible cage of his own making. With the glance back he noticed the lack of cars, letting him know a parent wouldn’t open the door. And so, with a deep breath he knocked hard enough for Adri to hear in his room in the back.

Adri nearly choked on the soft moans he was letting out as he hear the banging on the door. Are you fucking serious? Right now someone shows up? He sighed loudly and long before jumping out of bed and sliding his leggings back up, willing and silently begging for his raging erection to go down. He took his time walking to the front door, knowing none of his younger siblings would even attempt to check it with him home. As he passed one of their rooms he checked in on them, being sure to hide his lower half behind the door. Looking into the door way his younger brother was texting away on his phone, glancing up at Adri. “Better hurry up, Adri. I bet your boyfriends out there.” Adri just flipped him off with an eye roll, “Shut up.” He could only pray it wasn’t him, right now at least. Finally calm enough to be presentable he quickly went to the door and opened the heavy wooden door first. And nearly bite his tongue as he spotted the boy of his daydreams leaning on the metal rails on the porch.

Lousine nearly thought Adri was sleeping in or something with how long he took. Or just didn’t plan to open the door if he knew it was him. He wouldn’t blame him. But when the door cracked open behind the glass one he couldn’t help the smile. He had missed his friend despite everything. But it was a short smile as he remembered their last encounter and got nervous again. So, with a short two fingered wave he invited Adri outside. Adri seemed hesitant to do so but nodded and stepped out past the glass door, making sure to shut the inside one behind him so his nosy siblings’ wont but in.

Sigh. Why does he have to look good even when rolling out of bed. Lousine cursed inside his head, taking in some of the flattened curls on his head and wrinkled shirt. And even worse he was wearing a crop top which showed off his natural tanned skin. Huffing out a breath before his eyes went even lower he gave Adri another quick smile. “So uh hey. I wanted to uh… apologize. For the other night. You know. With the window… I know I sent a lot of text but I wanted to do it in person. Apologize that is. Not… Yup.” The blush that creeped into his cheeks could’ve set things on fire and the stutter in his voice was very apparent.

If he wasn’t so nervous and not at all himself, Adri might’ve laughed at the situation. Here was the guy of his wet dreams currently, apologizing for one of the most exciting things he’d seen in person. But he bit his tongue and did his best to keep the images out of his head, even harder now that the focus of them was right in front of him again. “Lou calm down its alright, it’s not like I haven’t seen a dick before”, Adri rolled his eyes trying to play it off as casual for his friend. It seemed to work a bit, the blush in Lousine’s cheeks turning down a notch. Much to Adri’s shame, the blush was cute on him.

Lousine rubbed his chin and beard before combing through his hair, a nervous behavior instinct through and through. Trying to calm down his burning cheeks with sheer force of will he nearly laughed at Adri’s comment. “Yea well its not everyday you see your friends…” he nervously chuckled as he glanced at Adri, who was finally at eye level with him sitting on the rail. Wanting to make things less confronting and more to their casual level he moved to walk down the steps to their usual spot, that being anywhere on the grass in the yard. Adri followed close behind and sitting beside him when Lou sprawled out.

“True its not every day you don’t see your friends, but good to know you’re not the neighborhood pervert”, Adri teased with a smirk as he noticed his playful method was helping defuse the obvious tension in his friend. And it was working great, teasing and taunting was apart of their usual. “I am not… the neighborhood pervert okay. If its anyone, its you! Who just peeks on their neighbor’s windows?”, Lou scoffed as he plucked some grass and flicked it at him, finally calm again and glad that things weren’t weird. “Oh I’m the pervert for happening to glance outside my own window and you’re in yours, showing off to the world?” Adri snickered and brushed away the grass before jabbing Lou in the leg.

“In my defense, I didn’t expect to have an audience. And it just… slipped my mind that my blinds weren’t down.”

“Oh really? You just… didn’t see the blinds not down? God your really do need those glasses. Besides the audience didn’t mind.”

Adri froze as he realized what he let slip out, immediately staring at the ground to let his curls cover up his face.

Lousine did his best not to react but he couldn’t stop the slightly jerk of his hand against the ground in surprise. Did he just… He liked it? His thoughts and more whirled in his mind, the implications of this making him instantly question whether he wanted him to like watching him. He decided to keep things playful instead of letting the awkward silence continue. “The audience didn’t mind it? Hmm…” he taunted as he reached over and tugged on his curls.

Adri just made a soft hmph noise at the hair tugging before peeking out behind his hair to see Lou’s smirk before hiding again. He was mortified at letting that slip, cursing his loose tongue and hormones.

“I see how it is, don’t gotta say anything.” Lou shrugs before turns to lay his head onto Adri’s thighs, using them as a pillow while also smirking right up at him. Adri near jumped at the sudden physical contact and the smug face of his daydreams in his lap. Instead he was trapped under his stupid handsome head and the truth he let slip out.

“The only thing I have to say is that you’re an idiot” Adri tried, he really did. But he couldn’t hide his face with him in his lap and couldn’t run now without writing in stone what was obvious to them both now. “Well I suppose this idiot might have to put on another show then? 9pm perhaps? My window?” Lou just grinned as he leisurely stretched out a bit further into his lap, much to Adri’s horror. The realization of his words and his closeness was becoming too much. His carefully hidden hormonal organ tucked between his legs was slowly making its self-known, and with Lou’s head resting in the dip in his thighs it would be painfully obvious.

“I uh… I’m afraid it would be an empty show…” Adri gulped as he tried to calm down, distracting himself with playing with the ends of Lou’s hair, twisting and braiding it loosely. Lou simply relaxed under the touch while continuing this little game just to see how far Adri was willing to go. And how deep the new sexual tension between really was.

“Really? Well, the first one was so impromptu, and I still get a viewer. Didn’t I, Adri?”

“That was purely accidental, and you know it!”

“I dunno man, that timing was rather perfect if I didn’t know any better. You could’ve peaked before without me knowing!”

“That is just unbelievable” Adri rolled his eyes again trying to ignore his bluster but couldn’t ignore the new feeling that started as he began rubbing into Lou’s scalp. Apparently it felt good because he started rubbing his head into Adri’s thighs. A reflexive move but one that felt good to both parties. Perhaps too good for one.

Lousine just simply laughed and kept moving his head back and forth, both to guide his fingers and tease his him. Adri just huffed softly and kept rubbing into his scalp, desperately but quietly trying to will the growing heat between his legs to calm down. But things just don’t work out that way.

“Lou….” Adri mumered quietly. “Yea?” was his only response. “I-I…. I need you to move.” Lousine opened an eye and gasp dramatically, lifting a hand up to lay a land on his thigh and squeeze “But so comfy.”

Adri whimpered softly as he gripped his flesh in a very possessive manner before steeling his breath. “Well unless you want your own show within inches of your cheek, you need to move.”

Lou blinked and fully opened both eyes as he gazed up at the pensive face of his neighbor, his eyes looking everywhere but at him. As he realized what he said he could feel the sudden heat and stiffness shift under his head, and he understood just how much he affected him. And he decided to throw caution to the wind.

With very deliberate and slow movements he moved his head back into the stiffness he felt in slow motion, gazing up at Adri with a curious expression. He wanted to see how Adri would react to his advances, everything pointed to a positive reaction but just to be sure.

Adri simply couldn’t look at him for fear of revealing how much he wanted this. The only thing that he let go was to bite his lip and keep running his nails over Lou’s scalp.

Lou decided to take it a step further and sit up slightly to replace his head with his hand, Adri moving his legs further apart to let him get a better feel. Their faces were inches apart but still Adri wouldn’t look at him, so Lou reached up with his free hand and gently push his curls away to brush his lips against his cheek.

“Ya know Adri… This show seems very… audience led,” he chuckled softly as he moved his hand firmer against his now tented leggings. “Yea… well… hmph” Adri whimpered as he finally turned his head at the feeling of the chaste kiss, gazing back at Lou with heated eyes, “I uh… Its my first show.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell..” Lou whispers softly as he moves his hand to his waistband…

The honking horn of Adri’s parents returning home jerked them both out of the trance they were in. They weren’t turned facing the driveway, so nothing was seen but both of them still jerked apart like they were guilty. Adri leapt to his feet and rushed to the car, the fright making any sign of arousal disappear in moments. He waved to his parents, gesturing toward Lou in his talk that Lousine couldn’t hear.

Adri waved him over, “Hey, mom and dad said you can help with the groceries since you spend so much time on their lawn.” He spoke casually but his eyes were still nerve racked.

Lousine just smiled naturally before getting up to help them, waving hello as well before heading to the trunk to help. The chatter of Spanish between the returning family didn’t make sense to him so he just started grabbing the first things he could and started walking them inside.

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Adri fell back into his bed with a long sigh, the days events and then trying to pay attention during dinner had his head swirling. Just thinking about what happened merely an hour ago in the yard had his temperature rising. And of course, his dad had to invite the friendly neighbor over for dinner, every glance between more heated than the sun.

The high ringing of his phone going off made him frown from interrupting his thoughts but he glanced at the screen anyway. It was from Lou of course.

-Hey, aren’t you coming to my show?-

Adri’s heart nearly beat out of his chest. He was joking right? He slowly stood up and looked at his blind covered window. Then at the time on his phone. 9pm exactly. He couldn’t be serious right?

But with shaking fingers he peaked through his blinds, across the lawn and then the street to the opposing window. Lights on and everything clearly visible inside. And Lou, leaning against the window seal with his towel still on but a obvious tent in the front.

Another text came through. -You made it! I wonder if the audience will participate this time?-

Adri took a deep breath and a nervous smile before responding. -Maybe.-

From the movement across the street, it looked like Lousine laughed before he threw something behind him, his phone, before he very slowly dropped his towel from his waist. Adri only saw this once before, but it was still familiar from him replaying it in his head. As Lou began running his hand around his crotch and against his thighs, his length bobbing in the sensation, Adri made sure his lamp was on. Then pulled up the blinds and began sliding his leggings down.

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bakurapika · 7 years

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Cold Crime

It was a cold winter.

A harsh one. Sharp, raw air nipped at everyone's red fingers and noses—that is, the lucky ones who hadn't lost them to frostbite.

Officer Emerson pulled his scarf tightly around his cheeks. His breath hung in the air like smoke.

Winter. He hated it.

It had never been his favorite time of year, no, but this time was worse. It had taken the people dear to him. He wasn't alone, either; cars kept skidding on the frozen roads. People got lost in snowstorms, trapped in their houses without supplies, freezing or starving to death. He'd even heard of a kid who went out to play back when the storm still seemed like a normal snowfall. They hadn't found the body yet, but it was surely huddled over in a snowbank, frozen solid.

The dry air seemed to suck the very sanity out of his men. Emerson was no exception. His fury at circumstances that no one could control, it kept him warm at night.

Once upon a time, he'd chuckled about Jack Frost drawing in ice crystals on window panes. Now he cursed the very name, having no one better to hate. Winter was immense, terrifying; at least Jack Frost put a name and imaginary face to the idea.

Jack Frost, he reflected, was the worst spirit—ice elf, force of nature, whatever you wanted to call him—that ever existed.

He shakily took a sip of crappy office coffee, stewing over his hatred and listening to the clock tick down seconds until the faraway spring thaw. Not much was open in the town, nothing but essentials; the police force was considered one of them. Their cell security was second to none in the state, and those temporary inmates, vagrants and drunks and homeless loiterers, were all better off here in the station.

A tap sounded at the window. Emerson started in his seat. A neighborhood kid trying to pester the local law enforcement, that was his first thought. But no kid would be out in this weather.

He looked out the window, squinting as somehow, impossibly, more frost layered upon itself, beautiful but deadly designs on the pane of glass.

Jack Frost, he thought with a odious mental growl.

The snow on the roof had finally piled too high to stack up any more, and a clump fell down past the window. As it fell, a face seemed to appear. Emerson squinted. Couldn't be—but it was, a kid out there in this loathsome winter.

The officer stood with a shiver, bundling up his coat a little more tightly (even with the heat on, there was a chill coming from under the doors) and stomping to the door.

"Kid!" he called outside. The wind seemed to take his breath away, so he tried again. "Kid! For God's sake, come inside!"

The boy straightened and looked around, as if the policeman could be talking to anyone but him.

"Kid, Jesus, there's so much snow in your hair it's turned white! Come in before you freeze!"

The boy—a teenager?—shakily pointed to himself, his mouth forming an "o." The winter madness must have gotten to him too. He seemed to be saying something, but Emerson couldn't hear over the wind's howling. He gestured with his whole arm, propping the door open and getting out of the way.

Cautiously, as if he thought the floor beneath his bare feet (!) would break, the boy shuffled his way inside. Like there was all the time in the world, like he wasn't even cold.

Officer Emerson was already using some words that he probably shouldn't in front of a child as he ushered him in. "What the hell were you doing outside dressed like that?" he added after a few swears.

"Y…" No wonder he didn't hear him before. The boy's words were quiet as a whimper. "You can see me?" he finally forced out.

"Barely. You practically blended into the snow." The officer was hunting down the blanket they used for people who came to the station in shock.

"You can see me!" he repeated incessantly. "That means you—you believe in me!"

As Emerson turned with a skeptical look on his face, the boy said with a nod like a dog waiting to be pet, "Jack Frost! You believe in Jack Frost!"

"I sure as hell do," Emerson said with an inadvertent sneer.

"That's me! I'm Jack Frost!" 'Jack' said, laughing, like he couldn't believe what I was hearing. A walking stick he held spun as he jumped on it, hovering a foot or so in the air. Emerson dropped his coffee cup.

"You're-! You're the spirit of winter?"

Jack eagerly nodded.

"You're the one who caused all this?"

"The snow drifts? The icicles on branches and houses? The fast wind, the frost on your windows? That's my work!" Jack was still laughing, but proudly and with a puffed up chest, like he was revealing a brilliant masterpiece he'd finished or a grand prank he'd managed to pull. "All me!"

Emerson's mouth had gone dry. He was crazy. He was really crazy. But that knowledge didn't quench any of the anger that rose its hackles at the childishly ignorant boasts of the boy before him.

If Jack Frost really existed… he was standing right in front of him. He really believed that.

Emerson dug around a drawer in his desk, his throat tight. He just had to… keep a normal front… not get too eager, not give himself away.

"Wow, Jack—I always thought you were real, but the other boys in the department, they said I was letting the cold air get to my brain." He was coaxing him down as he turned to face the evil spirit.

"I can't believe—" Jack Frost was laughing again. It sounded like screeching to Emerson; it scratched at his eardrums like braking tires on ice.

"Here, Jack. I can't believe it either. Let me feel you're real." Emerson almost wasn't able to force the words out of his mouth. Jack just grinned, kicking up his staff like he didn't have a care in the world, and lowered himself to ground level. He took a confident, barefooted step forward, reaching out his hands to offer like he expected the officer to take his fingers and make sure they were solid.

Instead, grimly, Emerson clapped a pair of handcuffs around the teenager's wrists. Evidently Jack wasn't used to touch. His reaction took a couple seconds, and by then it was too late to move.

"Jack Frost," Officer Emerson said formally, with a deadly serious glint in his eye. "You're under arrest for the deaths of uncountable people in my jurisdiction, as well as for numerous instances of property damage and trespassing." Maybe that's not what he should have charged Jack Frost with. But it was Jack Frost. Who the hell cared about due process for spirits?

Jack was panicking, pulling back, though he wasn't nearly strong enough to get out of Emerson's grip as he was dragged into a waiting cell.

"Good luck getting out of here, Jack." Emerson's smile was toothy and predatory. "We have the best security in the state.

"And I don't think anyone's going to bail you out."

#mine #riss just found this ancient artifact in my fanfiction account and i forgot i wrote it lmaoooooo #rotg #fanfic #rotbtd

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