#and you have to engage him while zelda (back in her human body) uses the light arrows to shoot them off

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more character designs for my cluck AU

Heroblight Ganon and Cucco Zelda. 

I want to make clear that Link’s spirit has been evicted from his body, and that’s Ganondorf’s consciousness that has taken residence within it, so the character technically isn’t an evil Link.

Ganondorf doesn’t actually like being in Link’s body very much. He misses being tall, and buff, and not constantly hungry. Zelda takes offense to this, because at least he’s not poultry, thank you very much.

About Link’s injuries: While fleeing from the rampaging Guardians 100 years ago, Link tried to block a laser blast with his shield, and while his reflexes saved his life, his left arm was still severed, and the flaming debris from his exploded shield burned his face and ear. The Sheikah managed to recover the arm and put it in the Shrine of resurrection with him, which reattached it, but while it’s still useable there isn’t much feeling in it, and his left eye is blind (Ganondorf compensates for this with the Malice Eye in the helmet). The malice on his face covers the burn scars and clouded eye.

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Perhaps It's Love (Chapter 25 thru 28: Dancing and Demise)

25

Moving and Demise

In the days that followed, Tasma wanted to stow away in corners when she saw Jill or Johnny close by, however Tommy ended up being a magnificent companion, and audience, as to stay with her. During this period, Johnny and Jill settled down around evening time by the TV in the parlor and drank lager and ate potato chips, popcorn, etcetera, as Tasma called them: the Coke days in her journal, for she drank a great deal of coke. The issue was, from Tasma's perspective, if Jill didn't drink with Johnny at home, he'd go out and drink. What's more, she would not like to go to the bar any longer than what she needed to; in addition to the posse was all the while searching for him; not looking hard, however looking, so it was a do-win circumstance, so she remained his drinking accomplice Chapters Interactive Stories Diamond Hack All things considered, it became, Tasma and Tommy invested more energy talking than Jill and Tasma; her bashfulness appeared to blur with him, as herself-certainty developed and bloomed like a rose. It was during these dozen or so days they began to play music together and move in every others rooms; it was practically getting everyday practice. On an alternate note, during these equivalent days, Johnny give the impression to be missing something, he was somewhat hesitant. Tommy got to speculation, and communicating to Tasma he felt Johnny and Jill's relationship depended on some careless pride, or perhaps they were simply glad nitwits. Tasma didn't agree with his position she realized he was harmed, what man wouldn't be subsequent to being cheated out of what he may believe was his assets, as men frequently might suspect.

- Johnny, abhorred Jill's sticking on to him, yet he acknowledged it with troubling placidity. He wouldn't fret satisfying, yet detested duty. The youngster would just be an interference for him, an awkward one at that. To be very genuine, Jill was not all that, totally glad about her being pregnant. Apparently, her youngster would be expected the principal seven day stretch of November, she figured she got pregnant the first of March, and around five weeks presently had passed.

Spring, l968

The days had coagulated by, into weeks, at that point months and it would be not some time before a year would be added to Tasma's repertoire for being gone. Spring had shown up. During this time, the next long stretches of spring, Tasma kept doing some light housekeeping for Jill and the Belmont's. In spite of the fact that Tasma's life was not all that hard, Jill's from multiple points of view being more enthusiastically, yet it was hard for her to rehash it by moving back home to Minnesota. Also, the more she was gone, the more this got written in stone for her salvation; as she saw it in any case, and everything was changing, or had changed, and the hole extend among Minnesota and Seattle.

On the off chance that anything moved these four youthful grown-ups, it was youth and gravity, with crying hearts. All in their own particular manner had an inflexible craving forever's carelessness, shocks, passionate crazy ride, and desserts.

26

Drinking and Playing

Thus Johnny and Jill drank postulations days away sitting in front of the TV, setting off to the bar, working, as Tommy and Tasma become better companions with playing records and moving.

As Tasma was hitting the dance floor with Tommy in her room, a Friday evening, she began to see the ascent and fall of his heart, its vibration, its beat; it resembled a baritone on occasion and a quick thumping drum; it kept going as long as she hit the dance floor with him. She put Tommy's hand on her heart, "Do you feel my heart thumping quick, "she inquired. Tommy incapable to talk, his hand apparently was deadened in the middle of her bosoms, incompletely on the lower bit of her correct bosom.

[Finally he gagged out] "Can't state I can;" for some strange explanation he felt there ought to be disgrace in his face, yet there wasn't any: as it's been said, 'A face without blood,' yet I state once more, he didn't feel that way. Tasma had on an Elvis tune, "Love me Tender," and it was playing again and again. Tommy's hand felt her meager abdomen and hips, as though she was a boat, gradually moving them just creeps toward every path. Tasma at the present was feeling somewhat abnormal, she needed to advise Tommy to quit pressing her dress with his hands, yet couldn't figure on the best way to instruct him to move them, she was dumbfounded for the occasion.

Out of nowhere Tommy stated, "We should take a walk, okay?"

"Truly, yes," she prattled out in a free immolating way.

The cool dim air appeared to be captivating as they strolled down the walkway by the numerous houses and trees on the streets. She ended into a quiet as they strolled past entryways and roads and vehicles. She picked a top of a fragment from a help divider to a yard and put it in her mouth, her mom used. At that point with the fragment in her mouth she kept on strolling the dim road. Tasma needed to disclose to Tommy she was somewhat frightened of strolling in obscurity like this, she would have gotten a kick out of the chance to show this; in spite of the fact that she preferred the crisp and coolness of the night; yet he abruptly convoluted and they headed back as though he could peruse her feelings in the quietness.

"I'll be fine," said Tasma, as Tommy saw her, leaving her at her room entryway.

"Obviously you will," she said with a grin, as he stood gazing at her. Having said that, she moved her hands daintily over his shoulders, magnificent that he had once observed her exposed now, and nobody else; these were all new affections for her. As they remained there a minute longer, Jill's tobacco smoke floated up to her from the lounge and made her hack a piece, diverting their look into one another's eyes.

His gentile voice said something, yet she didn't make it out, her heartbeat was initiated and she didn't have the foggiest idea why, and well, she pulled him to her mid-body segment, against her body firmly, she felt something hard against her thigh, somewhat dumbfounded by what she felt and pondering internally she looked down: "In any case - (eyes all the way open) it's just you," she felt it must be okay and now refreshed into and onto his shoulder zone, she totally overlooked the hardness upon her thigh, some way or another the inclination was acceptable. Her dress was a thick white; Tommy could see her long dainty legs through it.

It was a decent completion for a taxing day and night thought Tommy as he strolled a ting unbalanced back to his room. For Tasma it was a difficult day, she was intellectually and genuinely exhausted. The two of them fell into bed like a sack of potatoes, and longed for each other.

Dozing

Tasma, attempted to rest, yet in such cases like love, or so she was feeling she was in such a phase, a sluggish condition of affection, or that it could be such a crossroads, one needs to departmentalize such things she modernized. Sort them out, sort of, and that is the thing that she was doing, hurling and turning presently in bed. [She thought]: 'Tommy is attempting to be pleasant to me, not out of feeling frustrated about me, for he is, or is by all accounts genuinely connected, what I would need, yet I don't need my character broken, or going out of control over some sincerely mending kick due to his misfortune with Jill, I don't need a bounce back; I need to keep my regard.'

In a manner she discovered Tommy much like her, with respect to the two of them could be thought of: isolated from the crowd and the two of them knew this. Also, night requested less from one another, other than regard, fun and discussion, friendship, kinship. With Jill and Johnny, it was simply Johnny who was not as much included sincerely with Jill, for she was wild about him. Every one of them needed the greater part of what life brought to the table, somehow.

27

Le Coup de Foudre

[Love from the start Sight]

Tommy was presently composing ordinarily between 700 and 2,000 words every day; and working at the bar still; he had wrapped up his tutoring totally, so that was off the beaten path (in spite of the fact that he'd need to take a temporary position sooner rather than later). Tasma notice his significant love for the word, and his interminable vitality he put into everything; it helped her to remember F. Scott Fitzgerald who lived not a long way from her uncle's home in St. Paul, Minnesota, at 599 Summit Ave. She particularly preferred his short stories in the book called, "Floppers and Philosophers," they were generally engaging. She recollected that his family had given him a space to compose his accounts in, specifically, "This Side of Paradise," which was his first book, and some state his generally encouraging. This obviously, permitted him the tranquil time he expected to do his story, and to engage with it. She sort of felt like Zelda, his significant other, she needed to do likewise, or might want to do likewise for Tommy; yet she reviewed, Zelda was somewhat sick and requesting if not unhinged, so she took Zelda's body, and his mom's caring interest, and imagined she was a piece of them in Tommy's composing profession. She realized that from the outset, when she had met him in the bar upon appearance, she loved him, and much more when he was acquainted with her as Jill's beau. Goodness she scrutinized his steadfastness and aims, however it was, 'unexplainable adoration,' so she felt now.

She at that point turned her musings to her journal, and how it was getting along as Tommy was wrapping up a draft to his book in the family room.

"I got the chance to send it off to certain distributers tomorrow," he said with fulfillment. On another issue as she sat in the easy chair, she was not cupid's little girl she let herself know, nor an evil human like Jill, yet her human instinct was staying at work past 40 hours with her childhood and it would appear to a lesser degree she was being- - or had been- - stricken, had been I believe was more the reality of the situation.

This new experience of adoration for Tasma was another and natural one, with a drive that separated into 'the desire,' territory so she guaranteed to herself, her second-self. She was currently, some way or another inclination it was OK to proceed, so she disclosed to her second-self inside her body; she was not in the chase for mate specifically, she didn't think so at any rate, however her concentration and vitality was going toward that path (toward Tommy), in any case; her neurological, and endorphin level was without a doubt - and they were high.

She was asking herself, '...was this within phase of what individuals call sentimental love?' love inside her body, 'Le Coup de Foudre [love from the start sight]' as she let herself know (feeling just as a lighte