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as i was awake in the middle of the night for like 2 hours bc i felt sick i had more somewhat random totk thoughts
one being that i really hate how raurus response to concerned zelda is, after sonia died in that almost funny how little impactful it was way, "im sure you are here for a reason"
(actually, i hate how often this sentence is used in general to .. idk i guess its supposed to be inspiritational???)
bc what does that mean actually? him saying that to someone who got there absolutely by accident really just sounds like "i dont care go figure it out yourself bc i dont want to think about anything concerning you or your troubles lol"
i guess its meant to sound like OOOOH fate has BROUGHT you here bc you have to furfill a role you dont know yet (spoiler its being a sacrifice girl with no personality) and besides me hating the 'inescapable fate' trope in general (at least the way its usually done in these games, which is not to struggle against it but willingly accept whatever you are told and pretend thats good) its really jsut goddamn boring and is really only an excuse to well .. ignore her and her trouble; shouldnt you, if you were actually such a cool guy like the game wants me to believe so bad, do everything in your power to get zelda back to her own world before shes pulled even further into the war you caused now that her only ""mentor"" that could help her get more use of her pretty much useless sudden powers is gone too??
i know shes basically dead wife sonia replacement (can of worms ugh) but it still grinds my gears whenever i think of that cutscene, bc i cant help but hear it as the lamest excuse in existence to not care about her and just kinda .. see what happens which in this case means leave zelda completely on her her own since both rauru and mineru die as well
(honestly shouldnt rauru have thought about like .. any plan to defeat gan besides dying himself, given hes the oh so cool and goodest guy king whos only mistake was not stabbing gan the second he stepped into their kathedral castle thing, like even if you had a plan it can still fail but it seemed like he just kinda went in with a handful of people that didnt seem to know each other at all, never got names or faces -or unique voices for that matter- to fight gan face to face inlcuding the girl that came from a different time and had nothing to do with any of this conflict and couldnt even really control her sudden new powers just seems pretty stupid)
thought 2
how totk really feels like botw but for the people who didnt like shiekah tech, its not a sequel, its botw again, but version of only sonau, its like a pokemon game that had two versions but one has weirdly incoherent story and acts like the other never existed
jsut as a whole its like retreading the same points but worse, all shiekah tech that was so integral to the world and had such a long history just vanishing and no one caring about any of it like it never happened, HELL the titans were called divine beasts in english but i guess they werent divine or important enough to keep around LOL champions WHO and isntead a never before seen or even heard of race for that matter showing up and planting their ass in every place the shiekah were before, dare i say it feels weirdly manipulative, like either them or some outside force erasing every fact about the ancient shiekah and replace them with sonau stuff bc they are the hot new shit now
this is a point that just doesnt stop bothering me, how the shiekah tech seemed so carefully designed and integrated into botws world and story, its a difficult to keep balance after all, integrating high tech stuff into a medieval setting, but they made it work!
and then totk comes around and throws a bunch modern day tech into it puts some vague greenish stone filter on its exterior and call that even better more ancient tech; why did they even bother to make pottery inspired laser shooting spider legged robots so well integrated when they throw a car and rockets into the next game without a thought and call it a day, what was the fucking point
it feels like someone was dead set on having a set of legos thrown into the game it had no place in, if you want players to build whatever they want make a building game instead!! especially if you are just gonna throw it in with seemingly no consideration how out of place it feels togehter with the fACT THAT YOU ALREADY HAD AND ANCIENT HIGH TECH CIVILIZATION WITH A VERY DISTINCT AESTHETIC THAT WAS ALREADY WELL INTEGRATED INTO THE WORLD YOU ARE PLANNING TO REUSE WITH ALOT OF MYSTERY AND UNKOWN STUFF ABOUT THEM TO EXPLORE FURTHER YOU COULD HAVE USED!! but i guess they just "didnt want to play with you anymore" and that so much so that they went out of their way to erase every trace of it, i dont think the words shiekah tech are ever used in the game, and the purah pad and her towers just drive me more isnane bc they are the same shit but called different and also much worse, liek the purah pad isnt some more developed shiekah stone, no its a glorified camera with a teleport function and thats it
(i know i said this before but i really cant stand how obsessed every single NPC is with sonau shit, you get told to your face every second line of dialog that they are so cool and are so mysterious that it just makes me annoyed of them even more, the game is obsessed with shoving them everywhere and telling you over and over you too should obsess over them, they werent weird like that about the shiekah stuff in botw?? the biggesst talking point in botw was calamity ganon ..... which makes sense and in totk its like ... gan is mentioned what, in a newspaper article??? once???and then not even by name i think???)
aside from that big point which will never let me go, its also just .. its not moving forward anything, it actively walks BACK the progress that was made in botw, call me dumb but i dont really count moving one step up in the social roles of each race as a character development (for the side characters like the champions desc- ahem SAGES) but mainly zelda ... god how dirty she was done, totk pretty explicitely makes her regress any development she made in botw aside from she likes link uwu and some people like her too, but also not enough to notice that that weird zelda being all evil and weird isnt her (INLCUDING THE CHAMP- SAGES WHO YOU ARE SUPPOSEDLY FRIENDS WITH??? you dont have to be a genius to pick up on that my god, were you all given the mc dumbo potion or what)
she gets put back to square one, back into the little itty bitty princessy maiden role forced upon her by her royal parentage, this time rauru edition, back into a white little dress, back into the scared puppy eyed teenager, back into a situation she cant handle, back into losing everyone around her (tho honestly botw made me care more about rhoam than totk did about rauru), back into being forced to do a big sacrifice- but worse actually
in botw she went to FIGHT AND HOLD GANON IN THE CASTLE SO LINK HAD TIME TO RECOVER AND IT WOULDNT DESTROY THE LAND!! and you are telling me in totk rauru takes up her botw role and she bascially killed herself to ... restore the mastersword.
......... she ... she did that only to be a glorified version of the stone pedestal in the forest.
and then she gets returned to normal itty bitty girly no problem via magic sparkle beam at the end and
DOESNT
EVEN
REMEMBER.
it really is just botw but worse, you even get yet another ghost king of hyrule to guide you around (rhoam did it better fight me ... we dont talk about the questionable choice to make himself darker skinned when posing as just some guy)
i honestly dont think i was ever truly taken aback by anythign that happened in botw, while in totk, the further i played, the more i had to fight with myself to keep the feeling of unease, disappointment and betrayal down
its such a god damn shame, totk should have stayed a DLC, i will forever mournfully dream of a game that explores more of the ancient shiekah, doesnt erase integral parts of the world, developes characters more instead of making them regress back and make them end up even less developed than at the start of the game, dives into buried secrets and mistakes of dark pages of history without giving into a weirldy nationalist(imperalisitc?) narrative and lets characters have some agency for once
if it werent for the yiga i might have actually considered refunding the game, just to be at peace with myself
anyway, aboslutely incoherent word vomit.
#ganondoodles talks#zelda#totk#ganondoodles rants#old man yells at cloud#i know im repeating myself in alot of points#but some things just wont stop rotating in my head#ngl i felt like nintendy was trying to gaslight me in totk#what noooo the shrine of life was ALWAYS just a barren cave with a puddle of water in it#noooo dumsda (hundson) NEVER had a funny quirk of how he talks#nooooo purah NEVER cared about shiekah tech or that stone she used to have in her lab in hateno#noooooo robelo NEVER cared about the shiekah oven he named cherry#nooooo yuno was never not dumb like a rock and ridiculed by the narrative worse than koga#noooo yuno never had inheretited an ability unique to daruk#nooooooo zelda never had any character besides like white dress waifu#nooooooo the dekutree never actually played a central role#nooooo there never was any shikeah tech#noooooo there never were any champions we were actualyl friends with#why is this series so damn allergic to moving the world or characters forward#you literalyl showed us that zelda companion is doable#you made 5 fram rate killing ghosts that are more useless than useful in any fight but noooo cant do zelda#she gotta be the little maiden uwu#you could have shown us the past without sendign zelda back#you could have revealed the sonau without erasing the shiekah#you had such a good setup from botw#and isntead chose to focus 3 years on being able to glue a stick to a stick in a game that isnt about glue or building
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I've spent 80% of my TOTK time so far going "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT??!?!?" while running for my life, I'm having such a good time rn
#/gen btw#i just got chased by a living puddle full of hands and it was fucking terrifying#but im having sm fun#totk#loz totk#tears of the kingdom#elliot rambles
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I feel obligated to tell all of you these silly haha comics are called "Tears of the Gremlin" in my files :D
#pachidraws#tears of the kingdom#my art#link#comic#rauru#digital art#I remember doing this a lot as a kid#granted my nightmares were bugs and not hand puddles and existential dread about beef jerky ganon rehydrating#Link probably has a seriously effed up relationship with sleeping after botw#totk#totk spoilers
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fi tloz. oughhfhom........ my girl.....
#nintendo took me by the shoulders n was like Listen to me boy. we will put a robot in your favorite game#this robot will have a mild arc about gaining humanity. she will be nonbinary. and then we will suggest that she is the only#character to both survive and remember almost every reincarnation cycle. and she fucked it up so bad the first time#that the timeline split into three. and we will put her gay little sound affect in botw and totk. and we will outright say the only reason#link survived in botw is because she was the one to tell zelda how to save him. and youll have to live with that#and i was like yes sir mr nintendo and then i deflated into a puddle like that one anti weed commercial
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33, 85, 92!! <3
33. do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?
characters! i'm forever camped out on the hill of "character-driven stories are far better than plot-driven ones" and i'm willing to die to defend it at any given moment. i tend to start a story by thinking of a charged moment between characters (for example, in sotm the inciting scenes were kon crying into his tea on dick's couch and kon asking clark why he wasn't worth protecting too), and then working backwards to figure out what plot elements i need to get me there.
85. what would be on a moodboard for your current wip(s)?
did i spend forever fiddling with this? yes. did i have to? no but also yes. am i even particularly good at moodboards? no but that's not the point. anyway i present to you: vibes that make me think of sotm. the beach, cozy autumn drinks, the stars, baked goods, krypto... (all pictures via unsplash!)
92. first, second, or third person?
THIRD PERSON LIMITED MY BELOVED LETS GO <3
#boudicca#answers#I NEED YOU TO KNOW I DIDNT SPEND THIS WHOLE TIME ON IT#I GOT DISTRACTED FOR SEVERAL HOURS BY TOTK AND ALSO MY DOG#stinky got in a mud puddle and i had to bathe him smh#he just went to the groomers YESTERDAY
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tears of the kingdom is so much fun especially if you’re like me and you’re scared of the dark and are claustrophobic
#it’s just me running around the caves and the depths going AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH#esp the enemies the hand puddle thing is genuinely terrifying#totk
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I was just reminiscing on how hard this fandom was shilling for a complex Ganondorf for the wilds era, and this wasn't even confined to niche parts of the fandom. Every time there was a hint that Ganondorf might be involved in some way, the fandom went wild with speculation. It's like people these days, when defending TotK's poor handling of Ganondorf's writing, forget that a complex Ganondorf, or at least a Ganondorf that had a bit more character depth than a puddle on sidewalk, was something *everyone* wanted. Most people were not content with an "evil for the sake of being evil" Ganondorf.
When the first trailer and images of BotW dropped, a lot of people saw the cloth around Link's forearms and noticed the patterning there. Many thought it was similar to Gerudo patterning. Lo and behold people began speculating that Link may have a close relationship with the Gerudo, and perhaps with Ganondorf him. Cue all the theories and fanart and fanfic of Link and Ganondorf growing up together, being close friends, knowing each other, before Ganondorf's turn to darkness.
Okay so as BotW's release approaches we learn about Calamity Ganon and then we see this mysterious old man. He seems pretty large in stature and is dark skinned. Cue the second wave of rumor mills that this may be Ganondorf. Perhaps a weary old washed up soul, or perhaps a manipulation tactic while his real form, the calamity, keeps Zelda trapped inside the castle.
The tapestry with the red haired hero. This one causes a big wave of rumors that perhaps the past hero was a Gerudo, maybe an iteration of Ganondorf.
The first trailer for TotK drops, we see the murals, Ganondorf's corpse, what looks like a horrifying vision of how he ended up here. Rehydrated Ganondorf starts trending. People are wild with speculations of who he was. Many link him to the hero on the tapestry. Most speculation about Ganondorf now is what sort of horrendous thing happened to him that he would end up here, and less about how evil he must have been to end up here.
The official "rehydrated Ganondorf" art drops. Everyone sees his design, how he seems more heroic in this art piece. Again, people are still speculating on how complex this Ganondorf might be, between what we have seen thus far. Many note he is not smirking in this art as he usually is, perhaps a hint that his character this time might be different.
And we have reached TotK Ganondorf, with the most generic evil villain writing we have seen of him yet.
Ganondorf is a big appeal of the LoZ games. He deserves more than just being hot.
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*playing totk*
*comes across gloom puddle*
"The fuck?? Is this a puddle of blood??"
*hands pop out*
"OH FUCK NO, THE BLOOD IS MAD AND CRAVES VIOLENCE"
#tears of the kingdom#totk gameplay#totk#legend of zelda#loz#gloom hands#i screamed so fuckin loud when it grabbed me#totk spoilers#spoiler
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Spirits and Hands
Summary: On his way to save Zora's Domain for the second time, Wild and his companions encounter a terrifying enemy.
Warnings: totk spoilers, panic attack, hands
AO3
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The journey to Zora’s Domain was already turning out to be a lot better than Wild had expected it to be. Any traveler he passed would have thought that he was making the trip alone, but he was far from it. Two glowing, spirit-like forms were at his side.
One, a young Rito with a bow on his back, had joined Wild last week after his physical counterpart had discovered his abilities as a sage. The spirit was useful for flight and fight, but his inability to emote more than a tilt of his head left his companionship a little lacking. Wild liked to talk to him, but Tulin’s avatar seemed to be more willing to communicate with beings on a similar level.
Wild’s other companion had been a constant presence ever since he had woken up on the Great Sky Island. Well, they hadn’t appeared in this form at first. He was one of many companions who visited Wild one at a time. Today, Wild was accompanied by a mostly-incorporeal Hero of Winds.
Unlike Tulin’s avatar, Wind was fully present and intelligent in this state. Time travel magic, yada yada, they didn’t really know or care about the differences between heroes and sages. What they did know was that although Tulin was unable to process too many new thoughts or allow Wild to touch him, Wind had no such limitations. The sailor claimed that he wasn’t dead, but all three of them agreed that he was more alive than the sage’s avatar.
Which brought them to this moment, meandering around the Zora River as Wild tried to avoid stepping in the thick sludge that had invaded the area. The spirits chattered with each other, audible only in Wild’s mind.
“And that’s when I looked up and realized that the dragon’s tail was the perfect shape for my grappling hook!” Wind said.
Tulin flapped his wings excitedly. “You could use it to wiggle the ceiling loose and crush the monster!”
“Exactly!”
“Stay close, guys,” Wild said quietly. “We’re about to enter the Tabahl Woods.”
The spirits agreed to finish the story later, mostly so Wild could concentrate on their surroundings. Unlike a few years ago, no Lizalfos could be heard near this stretch of the river.
“Gloom ahead,” Tulin pointed out.
Wild glanced in that direction, spotting a churning puddle of black-rimmed red. “Good eye. We’ll stay clear of that.”
The champion brought them closer to the river, letting the patch of gloom fall behind his line of sight. He had barely passed it when he saw Tulin prepare his bow out of the corner of his eye.
“Don’t tell me I missed a Lizalfos,” Wild groaned, setting a hand on his sticksword and turning around.
His heart dropped.
Wind shouted, “What are those?”
The puddle of gloom was creeping closer, tearing across the wet grass and turning the very air red as if a blood moon had appeared mid-afternoon. Flakes and tendrils of the evil substance floated above the concentrated mess, making Wild cough as it entered his lungs. With a demonic screech, a half dozen gnarled arms rose from the gloom, each topped with a hand and a malicious eyeball staring from its palm.
“Run!” Wild yelled, tripping on his own feet as he hurried to do just that.
“I got it!” Tulin called, and Wild heard the rapid thwip of his arrows.
“It won’t work!” Wild reprimanded, sprinting mere inches ahead of snatching fingers. “I tried that last time, they- ack!”
The hand found purchase on his ankle, draining precious energy before he managed to wriggle free. The pursuit resumed immediately, rendering Wild exhausted within seconds. He had lost track of both Wind and Tulin, the spirits left behind as Wild struggled to escape. The hand gave up the chase, but any relief Wild felt was extinguished by a familiar shrill scream.
Wild whirled around, finding that the gloom hands were now preoccupied with the smaller targets. Tulin had managed to fly out of range, sending useless arrows into the monster’s eyes. Wind, however, had been surrounded completely. A hand was clamped around his face, holding him suspended in the air while his feet kicked at nothing. More hands gathered around him, grabbing and squeezing and smothering.
Wind couldn’t feel pain, but judging by his panicked cries, that didn’t matter when he could still be scared.
A surge of protectiveness gave Wild the final burst of strength he needed to run away from the monstrosity’s field of influence. The hands shrieked and shriveled in the returning sunlight, vanishing and releasing Wind.
Tulin’s avatar swooped beside Wild, who told the Rito to go scout. Wild crashed to his knees beside Wind, giving him an instinctive once-over. The boy’s translucent body was unharmed, though Wild couldn’t be completely sure. Wind was curled around himself, knees tucked to his chest and hands clamped over his ears.
“Wind, are you…” The remainder of the question faded away, and Wild tried again when the sailor didn’t move. “Wind?”
In a voice more small and broken than Wild had ever heard it, Wind asked, “Is it gone?”
“Yeah… yeah, they’re all gone.”
Wind was perfectly still, but Wild could hear muffled crying.
This was a new experience, and Wild didn’t know how to react. Wind rarely cried, putting on a brave face around the older heroes and defending himself with youthful bravado. Wild had seen him wrapped in Warriors’ scarf a few times, even hidden away in Time’s arms once or twice, but Wind had never sought comfort from Wild. With the kid so vulnerable before him now, Wild could only hope that he could balance comfort and respect so he didn’t ruin the moment.
Wild asked, “Can you try to sit up so I can see that you’re not hurt?”
Wind hiccuped and slowly pushed himself upright, keeping his hands close and his head bowed. Wavy sea glass-green hair concealed his face, and Wild carefully reached out to rest his finger under the spirit’s chin. Wind flinched the slightest bit at Wild’s touch, but allowed him to tilt his head up for inspection.
Just as Wild had expected, Wind was completely unharmed- physically, at least. His cheeks were free of marks like the ones Wild could feel burning his ankle, left behind by dragging fingernails. No bruises from being grabbed, no patches of angry flesh sizzling with remnants of gloom. Satisfied with his findings, Wild braced himself before finally looking into Wind’s eyes.
Like Tulin’s avatar, Wind’s eyes were simple pools of light that held far less emotion than his true form. So when Wild saw that they were wide and shimmering, that glowing tear tracks were streaming down Wind’s face, he knew that something was very wrong.
“Wind, please,” Wild whispered. “What can I do to help?”
A ragged wail tore through Wild’s mind, and the champion had no time to prepare himself before the spirit launched himself forward. Wind was weightless in Wild’s arms, but tangible all the same as he quickly pulled him into a proper hug. The sailor made himself as small as possible, hiding from the world as he cried. Raw sobs and hoarse screams that would have caused a lot of pain if he had been able to feel such a thing, wave after wave of catharsis that came from vocalizing pure, overwhelming fear.
Wild waited in silence, knowing that words couldn’t help this situation. He remembered how afraid he had been in the aftermath of his own first encounter with the gloom hands. Only adrenaline had kept him going long enough to reach the Mount Lanayru Skyview Tower before he had crumbled in the snow, hyperventilating and hallucinating the horrible screams.
But as scared as Wild had been, Wind’s reaction was so much worse. The boy was trapped in his panic well after Tulin gave the all clear, never calming down even a little. Was it because he was so young, or was Wind reliving trauma that Wild didn’t know about? Something more was going on, but honestly, Wild found that he didn’t care. In this moment, all he wanted to do was comfort his little brother.
#linked universe#lu#lu wild#lu wind#lu totk#fable writes#wrote this sometime in may/june#just now decided its fine to post as is#since im giving totk another chance#i have ideas for some of the others#that i may write eventually#feel free to ask; it gives me motivation
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saw an older post from @golvio talking about miasma in totk (engl gloom..) and mentioned miasma RAIN
and it just kidna lead me to think up more stuff for the game that would have been so logical and cool as hell
if you have played kingdom two crowns, its basically about building a kingdom and defeating some weird goo monsters (idk the lore that well unfortunately) that spawn through portals each night, and once you destroy a portal there will be a bloodmoon night in which they attack wayy stronger
so what if instead of the bloodmoon being only that one cutscene to respawn enemies and clear cache, what if the whole night was coated in a red glow with the bloomoon looming over you the entire time and the cool ass cloud moving super fast effect from botw, with monsters spawning en masse, maybe even unique ones that arent seen anywhere else- or maybe rarely underground, this red night being the only time they will be able to spawn on the surface and the sky- NPCs running to hide and barricade themselves (so the outpost in front of hyrule castle actually has .. a function) and it beign an actual danger to you as well
miasma rain being a possible special weather condition either happenign only during those bloodmoon nights or perhaps a few nights in advance to subtly warn you about whats to come soon, with the rains effects being that it slowly takes your health like acid rain if you stand in it for too long, and rarely a bloodmoon enemy spawning already, to give you a clear taste and warning of the coming night, they could form from the puddles building up from the rain!!
once the sun rises it will all calm down, maybe with a tiny cutscene using the good ol sunrise music from ww and showing people opening the gates of the towns again to transition the game from that event to a reset version again
it wouldnt just serve to make the gameplay and world more alive it would also help the narrative (not going into the HUGE problems i have with it in the canon game again) it would actually make it FEEL like you are living in a world on the brink of being swallowed by miasma and mosnters- botw was a looming threat in the background, with the security of zelda keeping it at bay but it still was there and in tone with the theme of the game (cough cough unlike some other newer game)- it would only make sense to then make totk be one where you actualy live through the catastrophe and try to find out its roots and help adress the core issue bC GODDAMN WHAT A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY IT WAS TO CONTINUE THE SUBLTE BUILD UP FROM BOTW INTO A MUCH MORE NUANCED AND INTERESTING STORY TO F-
#ganondoodles talks#zelda#totk#ganondoodles rewrites totk#ganondoodles rants#tloz#i have talked long over the frustrations i got with the game#both with narrative- if you can call it that lmao- AND its gameplay#bc i know its usually praised as fuck but the gameplay isnt all that great either#impressive on a technical level in some parts#but worldbuilding and narratively and just ... gameplay wise it also severly lacked#and im not aFRAID TO SAY IT
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Do you write for yanderes?
If so can I ask for yandere sidon with an escaping darling.
If not can you write some headcannons about darling being sick? Like what would he do?
If not that's OK, thanks for your time
[ I'll give it a go! I've never written a yandere before, so I hope this turned out okay! Sidon might be a bit OoC as well. ❗Slight TOTK spoiler warning ahead❗]
Escapism
Yandere Sidon X Reader
The night air was cold, as the freezing temperatures made your nose and fingertips red. Soft sounds of rain droplets hit the ground as you carefully sneaked near the bridge. You spent weeks in preparation for this exact moment. You patiently waited as a Zora guard soon left his station to end his shift. This was the exact moment you quickly sprinted across the bridge to exit Zora's Domain. You knew that it took a couple of minutes before the next shift would begin with a different Zora guard, so it was perfect. The raindrops covered the sound of your brisk footsteps splashing puddles of water beneath you. Your plan was practically flawless, the only witness being the waning moon covered by the stormy clouds above. You were out of breath as you finally made it past the bridge. You took a moment to catch your breath before looking back to Zora's Domain one last time. It felt too surreal to be true, you were finally free. You then turned back around to start moving forward, away from Zora's Domain. While you had accomplished your main goal, it wouldn't be long before they notice you are missing. You kept your brisk pace into the night, trembling a bit from the crisp breeze. The rain had only begun to come down heavier than before. You were completely damp at this point. You finally decided to stop and sit under a pine tree to seek some kind of shelter. It didn't do much to keep you dry, and from the wind to make the tree sway. A few minutes of sitting under the tree turned into hours. You were huddling into yourself, leaning against the bark, trying to stay warm. The rain was deafening to you, what shocked you was the fact that no guards were sent out to look for you. You were checked on hourly, there was no way that they wouldn't notice your absence. The very thought of it sent a shiver down your spine. You took it as a sign to keep moving ahead. Your goal was to make it to a nearby stable. You left from under the tree before something made you stumble onto the ground. You looked over rather quickly to see what you tripped on.
"A rock-?" You mumbled out loud, before the supposed 'rock' stood up. It was a Lizalfos blending into the ground. The Lizalfos returned to its natural colour before it hissed at you, preparing to attack. You stood up quickly, looking for a tree branch to attack it. To no avail there was nothing within arm's reach of you. The Lizalfos was quick to corner you, it lunged its body at you. "Shit!" You cried out immediately closing your eyes. You waited for the monster to kill you right then and there. Instead of being attacked, you only heard a slicing sound and an inhumane noise from the Lizalfos. You opened your eyes to stand in shock. Sidon was standing right in front of you, his lightscale trident in hand, with the Lizalfos decaying on the wet ground below. You somehow felt more fear than you did before seeing the Lizalfos. You were quick to try to flee away from the tall Zora, but he was quicker. Before you could even manage to take a step, he grasped on your wrist rather tightly. You instantly feel fear strike you like a bolt of lightning. You were quick to look up at his face, however he didn't look at you. Sidon pulled your wrist rather roughly, dragging you back to Zora's Domain. Throughout the entire time, he did not once look at you or even speak to you. It felt like an eternity before you both had made it back to the Domain. The guards who were standing by the bridge only gave you a look of apprehension. Sidon then finally stopped in his tracks, letting go of you when you both were in a private place. Sidon finally turned to face you, you felt your heart stop. He gave you a bright brin. It was normally an iconic look for him, his winning smile, however to you... It filled you with something worse than fear.
"Sidon... I-" you were immediately cut off.
"So, tell me. Did you have fun on that little game of yours, (Y/n)? Did you get all of your energy out?" Sidon finally spoke for the first time. His tone chilled you more than the weather. His expression was unreadable, you couldn't tell what he was thinking. You stood in silence, like a deer in headlights.
"I just..." You started, however not finding the words to respond. It wasn't like Sidon would give you a chance to respond anyways. He was quick to grab you by the wrists, staring down at you. He had towered over you, you were so small in comparison to him because you were a Hylian. His golden eyes pierced you as if he knew everything you thought or wanted to say.
"Let me make this clear to you my love." He said in a very firm and cold tone, glaring down at you. His smile was gone, his gold eyes were fixated on you. "Next time you ever pull a stunt like that again... Perhaps I'll just have to permanently keep you under supervision." He stated in a rather aggressive tone. He then let go of your wrists before smiling again. "Perhaps let's keep this a one time game, dear?" He said in his usual chipper tone again. You were quick to nod. You then pondered...
"Wait... How did you find me?" You asked rather nervously. He continued to smile.
"You forgot one thing in this supposed plan of yours." He then grinned even more. "You thought that rain would disguise the sound of you leaving. A smart plan, had you not forgotten that I am the Sage of Water." You felt stupid in that moment, hopeless even. You truly realized that there was no way for you to escape him, he would always find you.
This was exactly what he wanted you to feel from the start. He wanted you to give in and realize you were nothing without him by your side. You really had no way to escape.
#legend of zelda#sidon x reader#tears of the kingdom#breath of the wild#prince sidon#sidon#king sidon#totk x reader#totk#botw x reader
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Gloom!Wild
I'm not very good at art but I spent a long time on this and I'm very proud of it... This idea has been stuck in my mind for the past few days and I really wanted to draw something to talk about it.
AU details below, TotK spoilers included.
So basically, I wanted to do a take on corrupted Wild but set in Tears of the Kingdom. This is an au where instead of being saved by Rauru in the opening cutscene in TotK, the gloom actually almost kills Link and then takes him over while he's weak. As Ganondorf is lifting the castle and Zelda's falling back in time, my boy is dealing with a battle of light vs darkness inside of him as the gloom corrupts his soul and blocks out the hero's spirit. And then he falls into the Depths :)
I'd like to write a fic where the Chain arrives in TotK Hyrule and meets Gloom!Wild (I like to call him Gloom for now, but that might change) and they try to help heal him from the infection. (When I first played TotK I thought Link's arm would gradually go back to normal as you solved shrines. I'd like to bring back that concept here, or something similar.)
I haven't decided how exactly the gloom would affect Link's memories and personality, but one thing I'm sure about: he's hesitant to go to the surface and help people because the sunlight physically hurts him. (Like a vampire. Since gloom sickness wears off when you're on the surface in TotK, and the whole light vs dark theme is there, it just makes sense.) Gloom Link has been avoiding people because anything more than torchlight gives him a headache and burns his sensitive glowy eyes. Also, this leads him to befriend the mini frox, since they eat bright blooms ^^ He definitely keeps one as a companion.
Haven't decided much more than this yet, but here's some other little details about Gloom:
His eyes and arm glow, giving off a little bit of miasma.
He leaves behind gloom puddles where he walks. On the Surface, the gloom footsteps evaporate and leave little spots of charred grass/earth.
Monsters treat him as a figure of authority but otherwise don't attack him or mind his presence. Normal animals are scared of him.
That's all for now! I'd like to hear other thoughts and ideas if anyone has any though!
#legend of zelda#tears of the kingdom#totk#loz totk#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu wild#gloom!wild
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not to. Return There. but. I am compelled to burn my wings against the bright light until the end of times, so.
I think that if Totk Ganondorf was ever meant to be a criticism of imperialism, it's a pretty incomplete one without Rauru taken into account.
While Ganon is very representative of the "conquest" aspect as a Strongman Fascist who reveres strength and the violent part of the initial domination, he has no concrete plans of enforcement and structure down the line, no way to preserve his flimsy grip on power (the game makes a point to tell us he doesn't care for survivors and he doesn't ever seem eager to preserve any kind of infrastructure). Rauru --who somehow couldn't "come to the aid" of Hyrule without crowning himself king about it-- isn't about the conquest or the violence, but Hyrule is nothing if not an extremely well oiled system with a centralized religion, coin, language, history, legends and social class self-replicating since the literal beginning of times.
The *very long sigh* imperialism thing isn't about making one of these two egotistical weirdos more righteous than the other: it's about acknowledging the parallels, even if the game itself throws hissy fits at the mere suggestion Ganondorf and Rauru are two characters who are begging to be compared (and even make vague strides that they should be during cutscenes, though they are not super specific and immediatey dissolve into a little puddle of nothing, I'll give you that willingly), because if Ganondorf represents stage 1: the conquest... then Rauru should represent stage 2: the consolidation.
And the fact that the game is desperate to refute that these two kingly idiots adhere to the same fundamental system of governance (and the one who's deeply into the concept of centralization and automation and leveling of culture and repression of literal identity through the liberal use of masks not being the chaotic dramaqueen on his edgy unicorn giggling to himself about awkward murder scenes) feels like pretty offputting denial --because, truly, what is so scary about noticing the similarities? Wouldn't it be enriching and worth the conversation?
What are we so afraid of?
#thoughts#totk#totk critical#ganondorf#rauru#when will my brain return from the imprisoning war...#the forbidden imperialism debate#I KNOW I said I wouldn't speak of it anymore!!! ;_;#I'm weak of the resolve u_u#+ very stressed out#so I guess that??? makes me want to pour boiling hot discourse oil all over my body???#I should be doing literally anything else than writing this but#yeah that's a good recap of what bothers me about totk#it's the Denial#it just seeps through everything and makes the world contrived and actively fighting itself
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home, together
wordcount: 1617
botw zelink, post calamity. pre totk
for @jimmyjims as part of @zelinkcommunity 's loftwing letters! thank you so much for letting me join! this was a lot of fun :) happy valentines day everyone :D
i hope you like this jimmyjims, i do love writing botw hurt/comfort ^_^
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synopsis:
It had been a nice day, until a storm rolled in.
Zelda and Link are both struggling with memories of a storm from long ago, and reminders of all that they’ve lost. Friends, family, and their own childhoods. They find comfort in each other, and a multi-coloured plush toy.
Truth be told, while Zelda hadn’t been especially conscious during the last hundred years, she’d been at least lucid enough to miss things. Rain, for example.
And she had enjoyed it earlier today- two weeks after finally being freed from the Calamity- when a small shower had passed over Hateno Village. She’d spun around and splashed through puddles, carefree in a way she couldn’t remember ever being. But the rain had continued on, and only gotten heavier, and eventually she’d had to retreat back into Link’s home, lest she catch a chill.
It had been a few hours since then, and the storm had only progressed further. And now, Zelda was hunched over the desk upstairs, with a plush toy in her lap, trying too hard to focus on writing her daily journal entry (a habit she was trying to keep as a way of keeping her still-frazzled brain in check), and therefore was unable to focus on it at all.
Gnawing on the inside of her cheek did little to stop her from flinching every time a clap of thunder rolled through the air, but she did it anyway, needing anything to distract her, even the tiniest bit, from the anxiety that the thunder drummed into her heart.
Even worse, she was cold, too.
She’d grab a quilt off the bed and wrap it around herself- or better yet, just climb into the bed and curl up under the covers, until the storm was over- but Link was currently splayed out underneath the blankets, apparently sound asleep.
It was his bed, but he’d been pretty insistent that Zelda use it since he first invited her to stay with him. And though she’d tried to argue with him- it was his house; his bed! He should use it! – he continued to persist until she eventually gave in to the heavy tiredness she’d felt that first night. And somehow every night since then, Link had managed to convince her to keep sleeping there.
Not today, though. Today, Zelda had really put her foot down about him using his own bed. While she’d been frolicking about and enjoying the rainshower in the morning, Link had been off clearing out monsters in the nearby woodland. He’d sustained a gash on his upper arm, which was such an unusual occurrence that it was evidence enough for Zelda to convince him that he needed to rest properly for once, instead of just settling on the floor with a rolled-up pile of clothes for a pillow.
As glad as she was that he was resting now, it did little to calm her nerves about the storm, and how she longed to curl up in the bed next to Link. Wait, no. Just in the bed. That belonged to Link. Not… Next to him.
The strange thought caused warmth to bloom across her face and she stared even more intently at the mostly blank journal page in a futile attempt to clear her mind.
Instead, her thoughts drifted over to the thing on her lap- a custom made sand-seal plush. Made in every colour imaginable, bought by Link specifically for Zelda. He said he asked for every colour since he couldn’t remember her favourite, and also because rainbow was more fun. And when she’d pried further into why he’d got it at all, he’d eventually quietly admitted that he just wanted her to have something of her own to come home to.
She hadn’t really known what to say to that. So touched that she was stunned into silence.
She didn’t remember ever having any plush toys as a child. And now she had one that had been made especially for her. Not because she was the Princess, not made by the Finest Artisan Craftsman In All The Land or whatever, but made by a kind merchant because Link had wanted her- her. Zelda- to have something nice.
At home, the plush rarely left her side.
Zelda squeezed it to her stomach as a particularly loud clap of thunder seemed to shake the house. She closed her eyes tightly and decided that perhaps the strange thoughts about Link were far preferable to the visions and memories that the thunderstorm burned into her mind.
She felt silly for being so upset. It was just thunder!
She shouldn’t be almost crying over a bit of a storm!
But the way it rumbled, the flashes of light that lit up the world for a split-second, and how the earth almost seemed to shake. It was just… just… like…
Zelda hugged the plush tighter, and curled in on herself, huddled over the desk. She ran her fingers over the mismatched fabrics, the stitching, the wooden eyes, feeling the way the sturdy canvas fabric was still soft to the touch. Tried to focus on the fact that it was hers and it had been made at the request of Link, who was alive, who was well, and both of them were okay and safe.
Anxieties still not quelled, Zelda summoned all her courage to open her eyes and glance behind her. The window was there, but so was the bed.
She flinched as a bolt of lightning flashed somewhere in the far distance, but soon was more concerned with the fact that Link was definitely not asleep.
Unsure of how exactly she could tell, but certain anyway, Zelda sat up straighter and turned in her chair, to view him properly.
There was just something. Strange.
The rise and fall of the quilts covering him was just a little bit too quick for him to be asleep.
“Link?” she spoke in a soft voice, trying to hide that she was shaking.
A face appeared out of the blankets. Pale in the grey evening light. His eyes were glassy.
He ducked down, avoiding Zelda’s gaze, his eyes squinted shut as the thunder rumbled on by.
Zelda’s grip on the plush tightened momentarily, too. But she stood; crossed the room, and after a second of hesitation, perched on the edge of the bed.
She sank into the mattress, being always so pleasantly surprised about how comfortable it was; even the simplest luxuries were delightful after a hundred years of hell, and the smallness of the bed meant her shoulder was pressed against Link’s. She didn’t really mind, being far more concerned with him being upset.
Because of the thunder.
Like her.
Plush in hand, Zelda stayed silent as she tried to think of what she wanted to say, if anything at all. She turned the thing over and over in her hands as she did, and tried to ignore the warmth in her face when Link laid his head on her shoulder. Though, the contact with him- alive, breathing, and well- did help her feel just a little bit better.
“You can talk to me,” she eventually said, voice quiet, “If you want.”
She turned to look at him, and he looked up at her, still leaning on her shoulder, and then he looked out across the room.
Zelda followed his gaze to the portrait of the two of them alongside all the Champions.
While Link had been notably chattier and more expressive since the fall of the Calamity, Zelda had noticed he also tended to become much more guarded when he was worried over something. Still, though, she had plenty of experience in reading his subtler expressions, and she was fairly certain she knew what was troubling him so much.
“I miss them, too,” she murmured, and put the plush into Link’s lap instead, “It’s still so horrible to think about. But… I’m glad I still have you, Link.”
Still staring at the picture on the wall, Zelda missed the soft blush that faded into Link’s cheeks, as he mumbled his own shy agreement.
After a moment of simply holding the plush in his hands, Zelda watched as Link set it back on her lap, and, without much hesitation he then wrapped his arms around her torso in a tight, but gentle, hug.
Initially, she tensed up. She was hardly used to being held. But the warmth of the embrace was just so nice, and calming, and overwhelmed with the fear of the thunder and what it meant, and overwhelmed with just how dearly she cared for Link and how she felt he thought the same way about her, Zelda found her breath hitching and tears pooling in her eyes.
She threw her arms around Link, too, who seemed surprised by the amount of force behind the returned hug, but he didn’t falter.
Was this what it felt like to be loved despite all your mistakes? Was this what it felt like to be safe despite the harshness of the world?
If so, Zelda finally understood why people were so obsessed with love.
She had loved Link before now; had felt loved by him, too. But that had been the same way she dearly loved her friends; the Champions, Impa, Purah, and all the others who had touched her life. But this felt different somehow. Warm in a new way, in a way that bloomed the sensation of a campfire under a cloudless, starlit sky, through her whole body.
Outside, the rain lashed down upon the ground, the wind howled, and thunder shook the earth. It was frightening, it was loud, and it brought up memories of the worst thing either of them had ever lived through. But, they had lived.
They had lived. And they were here. Together.
And tangled up in quilts and pillows, wrapped safely in Link’s embrace, while she held him just as tenderly, with a plush sand seal squashed between them, Zelda finally felt at home.
#zelink#botw#words#loftwing letters 2024#i really hope i tagged the right blogs.. sorry if i didnt >_>
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Crestfallen, escape, memories, mist :))
For You, Princess
Notes
Sorry for the wait, @crazybananacakes! I absolutely loved your prompt and the angst potential - so much so that I ended up writing, like, 20 different outlines with different Zelinks and "what if" scenarios. I ended up going with Classic Zelink here for the anniversary today (38!!!), even if BOTW/TOTK Zelink was the obvious option... but believe me, now I have plenty of other angst and "what if" one-shots on the backburner. It's actually a little crazy. Here, both the Zeldas are one in the same - and there are plenty of other headcanons sprinkled in. I would love to make this a larger fic!
WARNING: BLOOD.
Sneak Peak
《 Mist coats the air in a suffocating serenity. The world, under pouring rain, wears a mask as if it were at ease— but the rushing of footsteps through growing puddles of mud urges it to wake up. Trickles of red drop down to stain the layer of water.
The storm thuds against the earth in a rage-filled song the further on this trail goes, washing it away with further ferocity by the minute.
Two silhouettes seek some illusion of refuge in the merciless weather. They are outlined only by the occasional crack of ruby lightning.
An identical scar marks their intertwined hands.
Both fight to take the lead— not with hostility, but desperation. The taller of the two, a young woman, pulls along her companion for the majority of the time despite his consistent (yet silent) protests.
Tears draw out thin strings of velvet and cling the curls of her hair to her face, pale with something reminiscent of illness. Her eyes— a dull, silver-blue— droop with the look of someone already long dead. She shakily gazes back to the stumbling boy she leads onward, but this lowers her guard just enough for her legs to finally give out beneath her. 》
Ao3 Link
Word Count: 1,714
Prompt Post
This is for a little ask game I'm doing for short fics! Just send me three words and I'll write from them! See the full post here.
#cw blood#cw violence#zelink#classic zelink#tumblr prompt#send prompts#prompt fic#zelda#princess zelda#aol zelink#loz zelink#zelink fanfiction#hyrule fantasy#the hyrule fantasy#angst#the legend of zelda#loz#tloz#legend of zelda#the adventure of link#adventure of link#tloz aol#loz fic#loz fanfiction#loz fanfic#classic zelda#tloz 1986#hero of hyrule#zelda ii#loz zelda
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milk & honey
masterlist
almost 9k words of hurt/comfort, nsfw
pre-TotK
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cw for scar mention, injury mention, blood mention
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The downpour of rain trickles off of the roof in steady streams, filling the atmosphere with a quiet, calming sort of noise. The ground is soaked to its very core; it's evident in the puddle of mud beneath the tree just outside of their house. Link can see it from his kitchen window--at least, in those rare moments when the rain lets up. Aside from that gentle pitter-patter, there's no other sign of life. All the people of Hateno are inside, all the animals are quiet, and everything that makes up the usual symphony of life in the village is taking cover. It’s been raining all day.
That’s the thing about the wet season: Link finds it can bring them all to the lowest point. The cool air and petrichor is nice at first, but how long can they go without setting foot outside to bask in the sunlight? When the clouds are gray and persistent, there’s no hope of any warmth shining through. It feels almost as if it’ll go on forever.
In these dreary instances, they try to find simple things to do to keep their spirits up. Most of the time, it isn’t hard. Any time he gets to spend with Zelda is a blessing, whether they can adventure as they do so or not.
Their idea for the night had been to make soup. What's better at combating the cold and the gloom than a warm dish made from the heart? That's what Zelda likes to say whenever they make her favorite: hearty soup. It's rich, creamy, and she loves to help him make it--which is, without a doubt, his favorite part about it. He likes to watch her hands as they stir, as they bring a spoonful to her lips that he pretends he doesn’t see—but she can’t taste anything until all the ingredients have blended together into something magical. In order for that to happen, he needs to finish with the vegetables.
He dries the freshly rinsed radishes and places them upon the wooden cutting board she’d gotten him months ago, when she’d grown tired of watching him use his kitchen counter—hardly fitting for the most forceful of tasks (he loves her for her thoughtfulness, really. It’ll be very hard to damage his countertop if he uses a cutting board). His hands are steady and careful as he takes up the knife. Wielding a blade of any kind is second nature to him, something his hands knew how to do before his fractured mind could remember why. A cooking knife is by no means a sword; it’s small and light and short, but he knows it no less. The sharp edge glides through the radish as if it’s only water.
“—Purah thinks all we really need is a guardian gear to test it on, but acquiring one requires writing to Robbie, and she thinks he hasn’t a clue about her current…um… predicament.”
Zelda’s been working on an upgrade to the Sheikah Slate runes with Purah for weeks. Link gets so amused by her updates and whatever entertainment comes in the form of what the eccentric genius had said that day, but what he treasures most is watching the way Zelda lights up when she speaks of it. A smile, soft and adoring, takes over his features as he looks her way. She’s never lost her spark, has she? To see her bright eyes, sparkling with all the new possibilities life has finally presented her, it’s all he’s ever wanted.
Zelda pauses midway through a sentence when her head turns enough for her to see him. Her cheeks tint pink and her brows raise. There’s a flustered smile on her face when she says,
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Link shrugs his shoulders with a grin. He knows she knows the answer already; it has everything to do with being hopelessly in love with her.
“You have my heart,” he says, holding up a heart-shaped slice of the radish. Zelda rolls her eyes, playful though it is, and he bites back the cackle that threatens to leave him. She can pretend to hate his puns all she wants; he’s caught her playing along more than enough times to call her bluff.
“You’re ridiculous,” Zelda replies. She shakes her head and Link sets the slice back down with a snort. His careful hands dump the slices of radish on the chopping board into the simmering, creamy soup, then he turns to stick both to-be-cleaned objects into the soapy water of the sink as Zelda stirs the final bits of their meal together.
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#zelink#totk zelink#botw zelink#smut fic#it’s like my second one ever#hurt/comfort#link struggles and zelda helps him#smut and fluff#smut and angst and fluff
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