#ch ghirahim

[arecaceae175]

For Want Of Rest: Ch. 2

FAN JOY JULY!!!!!

Fic Summary: Five times Sky falls asleep somewhere that isn’t a bed plus one time they all do. Or, Sky struggles to manage his disabilities, then the chain has a conversation about accessibility and accommodations.

Fan Joy July! Each chapter is inspired a few amazing art pieces of Sleepy Sky <3. There are plenty more chapters and art inspirations to come :D

Chapter Summary: Sky has a nightmare triggered by a storm. Wild and Wolfie help. 1.5k, angst and hurt/comfort.

Inspired by Sky sleeping with his sword by @la-sera and Group Cuddle by @cricketflour. Amazing art pieces by two amazing artists! Go give them some love and appreciation!!!

La-Sera's art is always incredible. I love the colors and the details in the expression. The shading in this piece is particularly cool.

As for cricketflour's piece, BLORBOS!! They look so peaceful and cozy. I love how much detail is shown in the black and white art piece, and I like how this one has the traditional art feel.

Warnings: descriptions of chronic pain and fatigue, nightmare, panic attack, Sky's shit self-esteem, minor Ghirahim creepiness

The stars were hidden behind a thick layer of dark clouds. 

Sky always thought the clouds below Skyloft looked like a thick, fluffy, comfortable blanket. He and Zelda used to daydream about laying on the clouds and feeling all of their aches and pains melt away on the softest bed imaginable. From the surface, clouds never looked quite the same. Sometimes they were fluffy like the ones he knew, but sometimes they were wispy or flat or dark and rumbling and coming for him like the ones in–

Sky shook his head. No. He wasn’t there. Demise was gone, Ghirahim was gone, there was no storm and there was no lightning. Even if there was, it wouldn’t hurt him anymore. He could go under a shelter far away from anything metal. He was safe.

Sky repeated the mantra like the lifeline it was. His grip around Fi’s sheath tightened and he cradled her against his chest. He could never manage to hide her away in a storm. He felt so much safer with the knowledge that he could redirect the lightning blast if it came for him. He would give nearly anything not to do so– his arm cried out in pain, phantom electricity cackling through his veins and the burning of his scars– but Sky knew he would stop at nothing to protect himself or his family. 

Crack. 

Sky flinched, eyes shooting to the clouds. They were the same as before. Sparks floated into his vision, and Sky realized the sound was a log falling in the fire. 

He let out a breath and closed his eyes, letting his aching neck fall backwards onto the tree. He forced his taut muscles to relax and breathed deeply with the wave of pain that coursed through them. 

With great effort, Sky forced his eyes open. His limbs and eyelids were heavy with fatigue. It was too dangerous to keep his eyes closed for more than a second, especially when his family was depending on him to keep them safe. 

Sky frowned and glanced at the clouds again. They obscured the moon, so Sky had no way of knowing how much time had passed. His instincts urged him to stay on watch and let the others sleep, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay awake much longer. His thoughts already felt like they were trudging through mud. It was better to wake the next watch than fall asleep on the job and let the other heroes down.

Again.

Just like I did with the curse.

Nope, Sky thought as he rubbed his eyes aggressively. That was enough of that thought spiral for tonight.

He put his sword down, shook out his arms, then scooted over to Wild.

"Wild," Sky whispered. 

He shifted Wild's blanket slightly, just enough to give him some sensation to wake up to. Wild woke with a sharp inhale, hand automatically jerking towards his back. He calmed as soon as he saw Sky, and Sky gave him a soft smile.

"Sorry," Sky muttered. "It's your watch."

"Mm," Wild hummed as he rubbed his eyes. He stayed laying for only a few seconds, then sat up and seemed fully awake. "Got it. You hear anything unusual?"

Sky opened his mouth to reply, but was struck with a large yawn. He settled for shaking his head as he brought up a hand to try to stifle the yawn. He closed his eyes from the force of the yawn. When he opened them, Wild was looking at him with a sympathetic smile.

"Get some sleep, Sky."

Sky smiled as much as his sleepy muscles would allow and scooted back over to the tree he was resting against. The ground was unforgiving against his aching joints, but setting up his bedroll seemed like far too monumental a task. It wouldn't be the first time Sky had slept on nothing but the ground. He curled up beneath the tree and was asleep within minutes.

- - -

Sky's shoes were wet.

He stood in the shallow water, watching the reflection of the clouds roll past. The pounding thunder matched his racing heart. It was too fast to hear the individual beats, the sound meshing into a cacophony of too loud in his mind. Sky tried to cover his ears, but his arms wouldn't move.

His heart raced even faster as he struggled to move his arms, his legs, his head, anything. He managed to curl one arm against his chest, the movement slower than pushing through mud.

"Chosen," a lilting voice sneered, clear above the sounds of thunder. It was a voice Sky knew as intimately as he knew his own.

He needed his sword. Where was his sword?

The world shifted. 

Ghirahim was in front of him. Ghirahim was in front of him holding his sword.

Lightning flashed. Thunder boomed.

A hand grasped his shoulder. Sky panicked.

He thrashed wildly, throwing his hands against his attacker with all the force he could muster. His fist connected with soft flesh and he was freed. He jolted to his feet. Sky managed two steps before he was struck with a wave of dizziness that sent him right back to the ground. Sky desperately heaved in a breath, gasping as he blinked away the black in his vision. Tears trailed down his face and dropped onto the dirt beneath him. 

Dirt. Where was the water?

"Sky!"

The voice was different from his; this one was soft, scratchy, and familiar. It was a sound Sky associated with comfort and warmth and smiles and energy.

The haze over his vision cleared, and Sky focused his eyes on Wild's face.

"You need to breathe with me," Wild said. "Can you do that? In, two three four, hold, two three four, out, two three four."

Sky tried, he really, really tried, but he couldn't stop hyperventilating. His blood was rushing through his ears, drowning out Wild's coaching. Wild's hand reached for him. Panic spiked in his chest and Sky threw himself backwards.

Wild quickly pulled his arm back. Sky curled his arms around his heaving chest, desperate for the comfort he couldn't accept.

A soft growl jolted Sky out of his thoughts. He flinched and whipped around, ignoring the spikes of pain from the quick movement. Wolfie flopped onto the ground, ears pulled back and paws tucked beneath his fur. He wiggled slightly, and that was all the permission Sky needed. Sky launched himself at the wolf, throwing his arms around him and burying his face in soft fur. A sob tore through his chest, and Sky wrapped his arms tighter around Wolfie's neck.

"There we go," Wild said softly. His voice was closer than before and Sky flinched, pushing himself deeper into Wolfie's fur.

"Focus on his breaths."

Sky did. He could feel Wolfie's chest rising and falling with each exaggerated exhale.

"In, two three four, hold, two three four, out, two three four."

Wild spoke softly, his voice a comforting tether that Sky desperately latched onto. By the time Sky's breaths evened out and his racing heart calmed, he was so exhausted it hurt. His head pounded, his joints ached to be straightened from where he was curled into Wolfie's side, and he couldn't latch onto any thoughts for longer than a second.

"Better?" Wild asked.

"Mm," Sky hummed the affirmative.

"Is... do you want to talk about it?" Wild asked hesitantly.

"No." Sky's voice was shaky, but his tone still came out harsher than expected. "Sorry. Bad dream. The storm."

Thunder rolled in the distance. Sky flinched and buried his face back in Wolfie's fur. He couldn't muster any more energy to speak. Wild's soft oh told Sky he understood well enough what the trigger had been.

“Do you– can I do anything to help?” Wild asked.

Sky’s mind stuttered to a halt. He already disturbed Wild’s watch and woke Wolfie up, and he certainly woke the other light sleepers with his panic, even if they were nice enough to pretend to be asleep for his sake. Sky shook his head. He wouldn’t even know what to ask for. 

Camp was silent for a moment, just Wolfie’s breaths meshing with his own and the background of a crackling campfire. Farther in the distance, almost silently, thunder boomed. A pitiful noise escaped Sky’s throat as his hands tightened in Wolfie’s fur. 

"Would it help if I talked?" Wild asked.

"Please." Sky's voice broke as he barely held back another sob. He sucked in a breath and rubbed Wolfie's fur in a soothing motion. 

"Flora really likes frogs,” Wild started immediately. Wild paused and Sky heard fabric rustle as he moved, then Wolfie’s weight shifted as Wild leaned against his other side. 

“She's got this whole breeding program in the pond behind our house. I had a memory once about her trying to get me to eat a live frog. She says I didn't, but I honestly think she might be lying. Either way, I'm curious. Anyway, so she's got three types of frogs..." 

With the soothing tones of Wild's voice and the comforting warmth of Wolfie beneath him, Sky quickly succumbed to the weight of his exhaustion and fell into a deep, blissfully uninterrupted sleep.

[lu-fic-recommendation-of-the-day]

By @needfantasticstories

Summary:

The Chain discovers Ghirahim is continuing the quest to revive Demise. Now, in Wild’s era, he’s found others with the same goal.

(Feb 1, 2024: split ch 1 into two, and added chapter 3) (March 21, 2024: Prologue #1 added to beginning)

Tags:

Sky/Sun

Flora/Wild

Malon/Time

Sky-centric

Hyrule Needs a Hug

Sky Has a Bad Time

BAMF Legend

Ghirahim being Ghirahim

Hyrule Has a Bad Time

Hyrule Has a Blood Curse

Good Older Sibling Warriors

Mentioned Cia

Giant Spiders

Wind Swears

Legend Swears

Panic Attacks

Past Sexual Assault

Past Violence

Human Sacrifice

Monsters

Finished: No

Word count: 29,525

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I'm back! (Dec. 6 2023) It's been a VERY rough road since the end of Ch 15. I found out I have two new tumors in my brain. Soon I will have to do precision brain radiation on top of the chemo I've been receiving. I'm not sure what the side effects will be, probably memory loss, pain, shaky hands and confusion (if my experience with brain radiation in 2019 turns out to be similar). I'm just going to take it slow and try to make really good work. Thank you to all my readers and patrons. :) Donations are appreciated. Patreon / Ko-fi / Paypal

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[skyloftian-nutcase]

Elastic Heart Ch 6 (Linked Universe story)

Summary: When Sky goes missing, the Chain scrambles to figure out where he is and what happened before it's too late.

(AO3 link)

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Chapter 6: The Damned

The world was strangely disconnected. Sight, taste, sound, touch, nothing seemed to connect. Nothing quite processed, nothing quite stuck except for the single thought in his mind.

That’s the old man. That’s the Hero of Time.

The Shadow, wearing Time’s face, smirked at him. “Surprised to see me? You have been looking awfully hard. I’m almost flattered, really.”

Link felt like he was back in the Skyview Temple facing Ghirahim for the first time. The otherworldliness of this creature, wearing such a familiar face—

The face of a friend. The face of someone he’d failed. The face of someone who didn’t entirely trust or like him, and for good reason .

Of all the faces to take… 

Would it have been better if it looked like one of the others? Would it have made him feel better or worse? Wouldn’t looking like the Link who disliked him make this easier ?

Because this was a trick. This had to be a trick. Right? There was no way the Shadow was actually Time all along . He’d seen it change shape, it was a freaking lizalfos at one point for heaven’s sake. There was no way this was Time. There was no way it was in league with him.

Right?

Could shapeshifters change to look like people? He supposed it wasn’t impossible. But all he could think was, that’s the old man. That’s the Hero of Time .

The Shadow stepped towards him, his eyes narrowing as his brow deepened. Link felt an innate sense of danger , and his mind snapped back into focus.

He couldn’t be in league with Time. That wasn’t who the old man was at all. Also, the Shadow had attacked Twilight. There was no way Time would hurt his descendant, his most precious member of the group. None of that made sense.

This was Demise, messing with him.

The fear of a child long gone drained out of him, replaced with an anger that slowly filled him from the core outward, distantly familiar like reuniting with an old friend. 

“Your curse won’t save you here,” Link hissed, settling into a ready stance. “I’m ending this.”

His words gave the Shadow pause, which in turn made him wait to see what was happening. Why was the monster suddenly watching him, head tilted to the side? Had…

No. He wasn’t wrong about this. He wasn’t . He knew this had to do with Demise. Perhaps the Shadow was a servant of his. Either way, he’d get to the source. He'd come all this way - he wasn't giving up now.

Time’s dark reflection laughed, harsh and grating, making Link’s skin crawl. “You think I’m Demise ? That’s absolutely charming . I must admit, you’re at least close, but oh Hero - surely you must realize by now.”

Here the Shadow started pacing, his teeth bared in a sadistic smile. “You, Demise, you’re cut from the same cloth. Two spiritual titans battling for the fate of the world. Such a fight isn’t without consequence, as you are well aware.”

Link stiffened. No, no, don’t say it, not while the others were in earshot—

“I don’t suppose the rest of you realize those consequences, do you?” the Shadow questioned the others, looking down at them from the pit where they were stuck.

“Why don’t you just come down here and fight?!” Wind yelled, swaying on unsteady feet. Link’s worry for him bubbled in his chest, and he took a small step forward.

The Shadow snorted. “You think that’s all I want? To fight?”

Link gritted his teeth. “Enough of this. Leave them out of it. This is between you and me.”

“Oh, but is it?” the Shadow questioned, its red eyes glancing down at the other heroes again. “I suppose they don’t recognize that it is very much about you.”

“Quit your damn stalling and let’s get to it!” Legend challenged, sword at the ready. Link knew he was baiting the enemy, trying to draw him down so they could fight as one.

The Shadow knew it too. “Call it what you will, Hero of Legend. But I figure you ought to know the truth. It will give me some satisfaction before your deaths, either way. Perhaps it’ll give you some peace of mind.”

Time finally sighed, taking the bait. “What are you talking about?”

Link lunged forward to attack with a yell. They didn’t have to know, they didn’t need to know—

This was entirely about them and not about them at the same time. Link had a job to do and he wasn’t going to let them get hurt, physically or emotionally.

Is that really why you’re so desperate to keep the secret? Are you protecting them? Or yourself?

The Shadow parried the blow, holding their blades in a lock as it laughed. “You truly don’t get it , do you? You don’t understand how terribly you failed?”

“Shut up!” Link screamed, pushing both blades forward, making the Shadow lose its footing before it leapt around to the side, getting behind Link. The Skyloftian gasped, rolling to avoid a swipe that would have cut him clean in half. The others down below cried out to him.

“Oh, I can only imagine how much that curse weighs on you, you miserable wretch! I am not Demise,” the Shadow yelled in return, almost proudly. “But I bear his power, his signature, his heritage . Don’t you understand, Link? I’m born from his malice, but you are my true progenitor.”

Link froze.

Wh… what?

“You think all that malice that the demon king contained could possibly all be sealed into that sacred blade? You think he could have uttered such a curse, damning every Hero after you due to your own shortcomings, and a simple mortal child could stop him? You may have killed a god, but there are consequences, and the ripple of power that infected every inch of time is one of them!” Shadow said, pointing at Link with his blade. The heroes below had grown still and silent. “Demise’s curse follows you, your successors, and the goddess wherever you go, but I am the physical embodiment of that confrontation, the piece of your soul that was corrupted by malice.”

Link felt his mouth go dry. What—this couldn’t—what—

Shadow stepped forward, his form changing with the same disturbing liquid-like movement before it rearranged itself into a familiar face. Link’s blood ran cold.

Shadow turned into him .

His dark reflection smiled. “You made me, Link.”

Link’s mind went blank with horror before it screamed everything all at once. 

This can't be true! What is he saying?!

This is entirely my fault. This is entirely my fault!

This was the cruelest joke Demise could have pulled, the worst insult, the most horrifying truth to cut him to his very soul.

Because his soul had been cut, apparently, his unbreakable spirit had been broken .

This monstrosity had to be lying ! He was lying! There—there was no way he could be right!

But what if he is? It isn’t impossible - Demise was a god, he imbued his blade with a soul just as Hylia did with Fi. What could stop him from corrupting—

He couldn’t even finish the thought. He felt utterly violated, like he couldn’t even trust himself anymore, like he didn’t even know who he was anymore .

Just let him kill you .

The thought made him stop breathing a moment, a bone sinking exhaustion and despair that he could hardly hold at bay.

But he did hold it at bay - because beyond the horror was something else.

The others were still here. And this thing, whether it was him or not, was going to hurt them. And he wouldn’t allow that .

Besides… if it’s me, then… if I kill it…

He didn’t finish the thought. He glared instead, enraged beyond words, exhausted beyond measure, tears stinging in his eyes but dried with white hot fury.

“I wanted to attract as many heroes as possible,” the Shadow purred with grim satisfaction, basking in Link’s silence. “The more I can feed off the Spirit of the Hero, the more I can escape the confines of just being a shadow relegated to the darkness of the world. I hadn’t dared to hope I’d catch the original in my net.”

Snapping its fingers, the Shadow grinned as monsters appeared down below, distracting the others. Link cried out to them but immediately had to parry an attack from the enemy as the Shadow lunged towards him with ferocious energy, and all out war erupted in the room.

Link dodged the attack hastily, his world silencing everything outside of the fight. The Shadow was now his size, leveling the playing field between the two of them, but it didn’t fight like him at all. A small part of his mind tacked that away for later, a piece of hope he desperately latched onto as it whispered if it was you it would fight like you while another argued back but if it’s been around for millennia, it would change and adapt—

His thoughts were interrupted as Shadow shield bashed him in the chest, making him stumble backward. His body screamed, already exhausted from fighting so much. He reached hastily into his adventure pouch and found his last potion bottle, which barely housed a few sips. When he found he couldn’t take a deep breath, he decided it was time to finish it off.

The two gulps revitalized him enough, his determination covering the rest, and he yelled as he parried an attack just in time to send Shadow stumbling backwards.

Link scoffed, “You’re too sloppy to be me.”

The Shadow roared in retaliation, shifting forms once more and turning into Time, towering over him. Link gritted his teeth as he barely dodged a downward strike, giving him an opening to potentially dislocate his enemy’s shoulder as his arm was hovering just in front of him, but the Shadow was too quick, despite his bulkier form. Or, well, he utilized it, shoving his entire body weight into Link shoulder first, and the Hero of the Sky twisted so their backs scraped against each other instead, leaving him dizzy and twirling to the opposite side of the beast. Shadow shifted again, turning into Four, throwing Link off balance and swiping for his waist. Though Sky stepped backwards, the tip of the Shadow’s blade cut into his belt a hair.

The Skylfotian gasped desperately to catch his breath. That potion hadn’t nearly fixed enough, and he couldn’t figure out a good weakness on an opponent who kept changing .

Not to mention he knew he was flinching and stepping away as the Shadow continued to take the forms of his friends. He tried to remind himself that it wasn’t actually Four or Time, but the thought of making anything that looked like them bleed made him physically ill.

Down below, fire burned monsters in large swathes, the heat rising up to their battleground. Link didn’t have time to see Warriors use the fire rod, to hear Hyrule yell as he set half a room ablaze, to notice Wild and Legend freezing enemies with ice magic immediately after they were roasted, making their bodies shrivel in the drastic environmental changes. 

He did hear Twilight’s cry of pain, however, and he turned in horror, the bottom of his stomach dropping out, before his peripheral vision reminded him of an incoming attack. He sidestepped hastily, lost his balance, and summarily twisted his ankle on an uneven stone as he slammed into the ground, pain shooting all the way up to his hip.

Time heard it too. The eldest Link whirled, both eyes opened in fear and protective anger, when he saw his pup fighting a handful of beasts alone while trying to climb the walls to get to Sky. Wild hastily turned his arrows towards the small horde, giving a warning yell before firing this time. Twilight ducked, his shield hovering overhead to protect himself as ice rained from the sky. Time used the hookshot to latch onto a lantern and pull himself to his descendant, cutting the frozen beasts in half.

“Are you alright?” he immediately asked.

“Fine! Fine, I promise ,” Twilight insisted. “Just nabbed me a bit, look.”

The rancher showed him the wound, superficial as it was, but enough to leave him limping. Time immediately reached into the boy’s bag, pulling out the last of the milk he’d had earlier.

Twilight opened his mouth to protest, and Time immediately said, “Don’t you even dare . You haven’t earned the right to downplay your wounds after last time. I’m not saying use your last potion. Just drink this so I know you’re fine.”

Twilight sighed in defeat, downing the liquid.

Despite the small reprieve for the pair, the battle on the ground level had barely let up. Warriors cut through swathes of half burnt enemies, what little magical ability he had mostly depleted, and he choked back a gasp and rolled as a moblin swung for his head. Wind tore past him, stabbing the beast’s knee. When the moblin wailed and its leg gave out, the sailor hastily removed his blade, twirling to give himself moment before his sword cleanly cut through the creature’s neck. The fierceness in the child’s eyes was nearly palpable, and he nodded mutely to the captain before continuing on.

The captain surveyed the battle, eyes analytical. They’d eliminated nearly a third of the horde, but it was slow going. After already partially clearing a dungeon and pushing themselves all day, there were weak points he was beginning to notice. Twilight had been one, but Time was covering him. Wind seemed steadier on his feet, but he’d also just been knocked out a few minutes ago. Hyrule and Four had paired up while Legend and Wild held enemies at bay from a distance.

His brain automatically tried accounting for Sky out of habit, and he felt his heart skip a beat as he glanced upward. He couldn’t see anything from this vantage point. But he couldn’t worry about it right now - they’d be useless to Sky if they couldn't eliminate the immediate threat down here.

Heading for the sailor, he watched the boy’s back while he took on a pair of bokoblins.

Up above, Link found himself wishing he was outside. The stale air and dust was hardly doing him any favors with as much as he was desperately trying to suck in breaths. Nevertheless, he raised his blade with a prayer, feeling power emanating from Fi as she sang in sync with his cry. The Shadow’s eyes widened, his dark blade unable to match such an attack, and he barely dodged the strike. It did manage to create distance between them briefly, allowing Link a moment to recover before raising his blade once more.

The Shadow took the opportunity, rushing ahead in a risk of either getting to his foe in time while he was wide open or being cut cleanly in half. 

The former option won out. 

Link managed to deflect a full-on stab with his shield, but the blade still cut through his side as it slipped out of reach. He hissed, feeling fire erupt in his side as blood immediately began to trickle from the wound. The Shadow smirked, not breaking contact, and Link growled defiantly, slamming his head directly into the other’s. His enemy yelled, stumbling backwards as Link saw stars and attempted to blink them away. He stumbled until he felt a breeze blow by him with a sharp whistle, and he belatedly realized it was an arrow. Had the Shadow changed tactics again?

The arrow arched and landed on the ground on the other side of the platform, freezing the stone around it temporarily. Link whirled, but the Shadow was only glaring at him with sword and shield still in hand. Who had—?

Wild.

At the ground level, the champion pulled out different arrows, glaring fiercely up above as Legend covered him.

“You should probably let our Ordonian figure this out!” Legend again warned him as he cut down some keese. “He knows this place better than any of us!”

“He almost got ambushed,” Wild fired back, shaking his head. “I got this!”

“What the hell have you got?!” Warriors snapped from across the way.

“Focus on your own fight!” Wild fired back, eyes narrowing as he looked for his next target.

He wasn’t going rogue. He wasn’t deviating from the plan. He wasn’t going to abandon the group to solely go after Sky. 

He would bring Sky to them .

He nocked three arrows, looking over their red bulky tips, and yelled as loudly as he could, “Fire in the hole, Sky!”

Up above, the voice rang in the ears of his brother-in-arms, who immediately moved into the center of the platform to avoid another stray attack. Shadow didn’t quite understand what was happening, though he mirrored Link’s steps, making him inaccessible to the others down below. Link didn’t give the monster time to figure out what was happening, closing the space between them with a diagonal slash and forcing him to block. Three arrows flew over them, aimed far, far above where it should have been if Wild had any intention on hitting them.

Realization sank into Link like a stone.

He looked up a moment too late to see the arrows collide with the ceiling. 

Ah, shit.

Link watched massive chunks of stone fall from above, forcing him to run towards the edge of the platform just as the Shadow did. The pair were close enough to exchange blows as they ran, neither hitting with particular strength or accuracy, though enough to divide their foe’s concentration. Link pulled out a clawshot, throwing care to the winds as he slapped his shield on his back. He fired for a few stakes at the top of a broken stairway, and Shadow latched onto him the instant the chain pulled. The monster’s grip sank into his fresh wound, making him scream and nearly let go.

Honestly, he had to let go. If he followed through on this move he was going to just hit the stakes and be stuck hanging with the Shadow holding onto him. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself.

But if he let go the sailcloth might not stop both of them from slamming into the ground.

Link huffed, an insolent smile curling his lips, and he released his grip.

The Shadow snarled at him, panic in its red eyes, a strange look on his own face. But Link’s sense of victory was short lived as the Shadow twisted them so that Link was at the bottom and reached for his sailcloth.

The Skyloftian wrestled ferociously with his dark counterpart, preventing him from latching on to their one saving grace, but it didn’t seem to matter either way - their sideways momentum continued long enough for them to slam into a staircase instead of making it all the way to the floor, and Link couldn’t help the scream of pain that was ripped out of him as he felt a rib snap.

Cries rang out from below.

“Champion what the hell— ”

"I didn't mean for it to grab him!"

“We can get to them now, let’s go !”

Time took off in a heartbeat alongside Twilight and Legend. The falling stones had separated the rest from the stairway, though they also killed the majority of the remaining monsters. The eldest Link could see Sky up ahead, pulling himself to stand just in time to parry an attack from the enemy, who seemed just as shaky on its feet.

Despite the Shadow’s efforts, it couldn’t break through Sky’s defense. The boy was the best swordfighter in the group. Sky found an opening and went for it, and though the Shadow jumped to dodge, the knight still managed to cut through fabric and make the monster bleed, though superficially.

Hissing, the Shadow stepped back further, creating distance between them and shifting into a dark liazalfos. With its increased speed it slithered quickly around Sky, bashing him into a wall with its tail. Sky hit the ground and didn’t move. 

Twilight yelled the same time as Warriors, but the captain was being held back by multiple monsters while the rancher had to focus on enemies encroaching on him and Time. Wind, Hyrule, and Four had their hands full as well, and Wild was too far away to be of any use. Legend pulled out a boomerang, charging ahead as the Shadow shifted back into Time’s darker half.

Smirking, the demonic visage of their leader said, “And now you get what you deserve, Chosen Hero .”

Raising its sword, the Shadow thrust it down to pierce Sky through the heart when its motion was stopped. The Shadow jerked with a jolt, blinking rapidly and looking down to see an arrow wedged between its ribs. Snarling, it turned its head to glare at its heroic reflection, who was fixing it with a withering, seething glare as he lowered his bow.

“Get away from him you bastard!” Legend screamed, getting within throwing distance. The Shadow raised its shield to deflect the boomerang and then turned to flee, too wounded to continue the fight. Legend pursued it as Time ran to Sky, who was still motionless on the stairs.

The sounds of battle seemed to quiet down in Time’s mind as he finally took the last three steps in one long stretch and knelt down by the teenager who they’d been chasing for days.  

“S-shadow…” Sky said with a trembling voice.

“He’s gone,” Time soothed the boy gently. “He’s gone.”

The Skyloftian watched him, eyes watering and filled with desperate hope, and he let out a tired, barely audible laugh of relief.

“What were you thinking?” Time whispered, his voice quivering as he held pressure on one of Sky’s many, many wounds. There were far too many , and they were all in various stages of bruising and bleeding. He’d been accumulating them all day from multiple battles.

Sky’s trembling breath halted for a heart stopping moment before he continued to try and suck air in. A gurgling, bubbling sound accompanied it, and Sky coughed harshly. Time flinched, drawing the boy into a seated position as blood flew out of his mouth in little bursts of specks. When his fit had settled, he smiled at Time weakly, who was held captive in terror and horror as blood started trickling freely out of the corner of his mouth and nose. “M-making… amends…”

“Sky!” Legend slid onto his knees, careless of the layers of skin he no doubt just scraped off in the action. His hands shot to Sky’s shoulders, shaking him. “Sky, you blasted idiot , what were you thinking —”

Time steadied the veteran with his available arm, pulling his hands off the Skyloftian knight as shaking him was absolutely not helping. “Vet, get a potion.” 

“I don’t have any!” Legend yelled in a panic without a second thought. “I used my last one on the captain earlier in the dungeon, remember?! Where the hell are your fairies?!” 

Time shook his head, feeling dread fill him. “There are none left.” 

Trembling fingers brushed against Time’s face, barely tracing one of his markings. He immediately returned his attention to Sky just as Twilight came running over. “I’m… I’m…” 

“Save your strength, young one,” Time said softly, taking Sky’s hand in his own. “It’s going to be okay.” 

Sky swallowed, determined. “I’m… sorry. I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry .” 

“What… what is he… why is he saying that?” Legend asked, eyes wide. “Sky, what are you talking about? Listen, if you believed that shithead’s story for one second I swear to the goddesses I will smack some sense into you.”

Twilight was searching madly through his pouch, movements frantic and uncoordinated. Legend reached for Sky again, and the boy went limp, his eyes closing with a shuddering breath.

“Sky. Link. Link , stay with us .” Time pulled Sky to him, cradling the young knight in his lap, supporting his head with his right hand. His other hand slid down the boy’s arm, curling around his wrist in a desperate attempt to find a pulse.

It was there. Thready and steadily slowing. Time’s heart sank with a chilling realization, one that was all-too-familiar.

Twilight’s breath quickened as Legend started to shout the knight’s name. The rancher pulled out a bottle filled with red liquid. “I’ve got a potion, I’ve got one!”

Legend snatched it from Twilight without a word, tearing the cork off the bottle and shoving it in Sky’s face, when Time pushed him away.

“He can’t drink it when he’s unconscious,” Time said, not even bothering to hide the utter defeat in his voice.

Wild and Warriors were by his side next. Warriors stood over the group so as not to crowd Sky, but Wild had no such qualms and squatted directly across from Time.

“Is he okay? What’s happening?!” Wild asked, terrified.

The air grew colder and quiet. Three more pairs of footsteps hurried over, and Time couldn’t find his voice to explain what was happening.

He gave the boy a strong shake. Sky didn’t flinch. His skin was almost as white as his sailcloth. 

He heard Warriors first. The captain sucked a shuddering breath in through his nose, taking a step back; he’d seen enough comrades die in battle, he knew the signs. 

He was already mourning. 

Legend sank into the ground on his hands and knees, his fists slamming the stone. “ Fuck. No, no , nonononono …”

His pleas devolved into sobs, wracking his entire body. Wind was asking what was happening, his voice trembling, his face already implying he knew exactly what was happening, even if he didn’t want to accept it. Four was still as a statue, his expression drawn in horror and devastation. Twilight’s hand slid to Wild’s shoulder, gripping it harshly as the rancher squeezed his eyes shut and looked at the ground, tears freely falling down his cheeks.

“Does anybody have a fairy?!” Wild yelled desperately, his head and hair whirling around as he looked from member to member.

He knew they didn’t. They all knew they didn’t. Between the previous world and this dungeon, they’d exhausted many of their supplies.

Pop.

Time glanced to his left to see Hyrule knocking back a green liquid, chugging it like his life depended on it. The boy almost choked at one point before continuing. 

Elixir.

Dropping the bottle carelessly, Hyrule shoved Wild aside and took a deep breath, reaching his hands over Sky. Time watched him tiredly, his heart a pile of ash, his mind settling on the inevitability of the situation.

These wounds were from the Shadow. One wound from the Shadow nearly killed Twilight. One wound took Hyrule all night to barely scrape by with enough healing magic to make sure Twilight survived the night. Sky had too many. Although none were individually as severe as the one the ranch hand had sustained several weeks ago, together they were enough. Together all of it was enough. Sky had been fighting armies by himself this entire time.

Why? Why?!

Why did Sky do this?! Why did this happen?!

Time couldn’t watch this. He couldn’t watch Hyrule wear himself to the bone on something so utterly beyond his ability to save.

“Traveler,” he said softly, barely mustering the strength to speak.

“Don’t—you— fucking— dare.” Hyrule hissed between gritted teeth.

Wild shifted from where he lay splayed on the ground from being pushed. Twilight hadn’t bothered to help him up, too transfixed in hope and horror at the sight in front of him. The champion then glanced around between the heroes before locking eyes with Four. The two nodded firmly to each other.

Standing, the champion grabbed Wind and guided him away. “Come on. Give him some space.”

Four also stood and gently went to Legend, whose cries hadn’t stopped since they’d started. The veteran didn’t seem to notice him, but Twilight also rose and helped the smithy pull Legend to his feet. The veteran shuddered, trying to get a hold of himself as he caught sight of the glow of Hyrule’s life spell. Time heard Warriors shuffle behind him, drawing closer rather than farther.

Sky remained limp in Time’s arms. The blue glow cast by Hyrule’s magic made him look ghostly, as if heralding what was to come. Time swallowed thickly. He wanted to smack the traveler for putting himself through this, for wearing himself thin over such a futile effort.

Sky wasn’t coming back from this.

Time started to shake. Warriors’ hand was warm on his shoulder.

Hyrule started to gasp for air, sinking to the floor as his magic faded from his hands. Sky didn’t move. His pulse slowed even more. Time could barely feel it now. Wind and Legend could both be heard crying in the background as the group had been watching in the distance.

Warriors shuffled to the other side to stand behind Hyrule, ready to pull the weary traveler from the attempt, ready to help the group accept the reality of the situation while Time was still drowning in it.

He’d failed him. He’d failed one of his boys. He’d failed as a hero, as a protector, as a leader.

Sky’s gone .

A million thoughts whirled in his mind. What were they going to do? How would they tell the boy’s family and friends? What would they do with the body?

How could he keep moving forward after losing someone else?

Time bit his tongue until he tasted blood. He knew he could keep moving forward. He’d lost many friends. But this…

This was somehow so much worse .

Warmth engulfed him all of a sudden. Acutely aware of the change, Time was ripped out of his grief and looked around, wondering if perhaps a portal had opened or enemies had arrived or—

Hyrule was glowing .

“You—” Warriors muttered, awestruck, staring at Hyrule’s hand. Time followed his gaze, squinting through the blinding light, and he saw it.

The Triforce.

“I told you,” Hyrule said softly, clutching his left hand with his right as the Triforce burned through the skin. “I don’t know the meaning of giving up.”

[ageless-soul-au]

The Stolen Altars - Ch 17: The First and the Sword

Rating: Mature Category: M/M, Multi Words: 8920/169,007 Chapter Summary: The advance party makes a run to the sky island and learn they need to wake up Fi. The First Hero sticks his nose in their business when they get back. Also, Ghirahim is there.

Thank you for your patience, here's the next chapter!!!!

reblog/comment/kudos etc etc :3

[themask-maker]

Lore: The Judgement of the Goddess (Ch 06, 19)

This track was created using NES 8-bit soundfonts. The instruments are not accurate to the music heard in-universe - this is merely a game-esque track with ambience to represent its sound. Its melody is based on Ni by Wardruna, which is an unrelated song. The lyrics are original to TMM. The full translated lyrics have not been learned in the context of the story as of this posting, and thus are minor spoilers if you did not translate the page shown in Ch06. Both those lyrics and IDs can be found under the cut.

[ID 1: A screencapped excerpt from The Mask-Maker. It reads as follows:]

Link is resting his head against the wall and nursing his dull headache when he hears a rhythmic thumping coming from above. Confused, he glances at Ghirahim. When the other doesn’t respond, Link strains to listen for anything else coming from the deck. Soon, a droning sound accompanies the thumping. Is that…music? His question is answered a moment later when a gravelly voice joins the sounds, harsh yet melancholy. The voice sways and swells through notes, mimicking the way the waves rock the ship, and a chorus of others respond in kind. Link is entranced by the song’s back and forth motion. It’s the first nice thing he’s felt in… however long it’s been since he got here. “What is going on up there?” he finally asks Ghirahim. “You bore me with your stupid questions," Ghirahim responds snidely.

[ID 2: An image of a page stylized to look like worn parchment. Its contents read as follows:]

O Goddess of light, who walled off the sea, gaze down upon us, let us sail free. Come now and look, see us anew. Though we have sinned, our souls guide us through. Open your heart, and we vow you'll see, many voices as one, all spirits will sing. Within our souls, bared in trust, hear what worth we bring you to judge. O Goddess of Light, who walled off the sea? 'Twas us, oh lord Us, oh lord Once blind, now we see! Gaze down upon us, why aren't we free? Our greed, oh lord Greed, oh lord We were envied by thee! Come now and look, what's made us new? We love, oh lord Love, oh lord We are humbled by you! Though we have sinned, what guides us true? Our hope, oh lord Hope, oh lord For a future we'll view! They open their hearts, and who will they see? See us, oh lords See us, oh lords Many voices as one, all spirits will sing! Within our souls, bared in trust, hear what worth we bring you to judge!

[socially-awkward-chocobo]

This was supposed to be a one page comic Obviously it did not stay that way

The first part is during the backstory plot, after Link, Zelda, and Ganon go to the Twilight Realm. The second part is during the present day, probably a few years before the story “properly” starts

In case it’s hard to read, I’ll be putting what the panels say under the cut

Page 1

Vaati: *Phew*

Vaati and Ghirahim: *Awkward silence*

Vaati: They will probably take a while.

Ghirahim: Of course. It takes time to forge alliances.

Vaati: ...  Vaati: Would you like to play some card games? Just to pass time!

Ghirahim: What are card games?

Vaati: What?

Ghirahim: It is a rather simple question, Vaati. What. Are. Card games?

Vaati: There are a few different card games. I’m thinking we can start off with Go Fish.

Ghirahim: Very well. Ghirahim: How do you play?

Page 2

Ezeri (The one with blue dyed hair): Don’t worry, kiddo! I’ll be back before you know it!

Ezeri: Ghirahim will watch you while I’m away Vaz: Okay. Ezeri, whispering: I’m trusting you to keep him safe. Ghirahim, also whispering: I know.

Ghirahim and Vaati: *Awkward silence*

Ghirahim (internally): Great... just great. Why couldn’t Ezeri find someone better? Ghirahim (internally): I know Sooga would have loved to babysit his nephew! I have made children cry on my best of days.

Ghirahim (internally): What should I- Vaati (memory): There are a few different card games.

Ghirahim (internally): Oh! Vaz: Uhm...

Vaz: Mr. Ghirahim?

Ghirahim: Yes, Vaz? Do you need something? Vaz: N-no, I was just uhm, curious. Ghirahim: About what? Vaz: What were you thinking about?

Ghirahim: About what we could do. Ghirahim: Has anyone taught you any card games?

Vaz: No...  Vaz: Is... is that a problem?

Ghirahim: Of course not. Ghirahim: We should move to a table.

Ghirahim: Let’s start with Go Fish.

[skyview-temple-spring]

Thinking about Hyrule Warriors siblings headcanons for a modern 'the game is just dnd oneshots' au (specifically that Cia and Lana are sisters, Link and Linkle are twins, and Ghirahim and Fi are siblings)

Link and Linkle's vibe is mom said it's my turn on the xbox (or the siblings song)

Cia and Lana's vibe is THIS is why mom doesn't FUCKING LOVE YOU

And Ghirahim and Fi's vibe is the Cain instinct. T-pose to assert dominance and I promise not to throw things at you if you stop kicking me

[zeldaelmo]

WIP Wednesday

Excerpt from 'The Promise', ch. 3

"You're not lying your way into a marriage with her," Ghirahim shouted now, his eyes darting behind Link. "You're nothing but a conman trying to steal the hard-earned fortune of the Hyrule family!" 

Hah, the irony!

Someone whistled. Wait, what? Link twisted his neck, getting a glimpse at the scene behind him. 

Oh, perfect, now they had onlookers. Stable hands pumped their fists into the air, a few clerks from inside shouted with their hands cupped around their mouths, and even some gentlemen from the cardroom had been drawn outside from the commotion.

Bam! Holy smokes, turning away had been a big mistake. Link's cheek bone cracked from the impact and he flew backwards, right into the dirt— no, strong arms caught him, putting him back onto his wobbling knees.

"Revali?" Link muttered, rubbing his jaw and face.

"It's Mr. Tabantha to you, Forester," Revali hissed back. "If you don't start fighting back you'll be a puddle on the floor soon. We've all seen how noble you are, give him what he deserves. And don't count on me to get my hands dirty."

[unironicallycringe]

CH 06 of The Mask-Maker is up

I'm early again, for I have broken the chains of my self-imposed schedule and I instead embrace chaos.

In this chapter, Link and Ghirahim learn the value of teamwork...or something? You know, I'm not sure if they've learned anything.

The song lyrics in this chapter have a real translation and were created by me. The melody, however, is borrowed from an existing song by Wardruna called Ni.

If you decide to translate my lyrics, please feel free to share. It is a canon dialect of Hylian.

[anewcalamity]

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[almost-fun-doodles]

Unlike J*mes Ch*rles, Ghirahim would never sexually peer pressure straight men to sleep with him.

You’ve heard of Ganondorf running for president, now get ready for Ghirahim being the gnc dude makeup guru we need

[socially-awkward-chocobo]

Ok, so, the Corrupt Hylia au

Okay, so, out of the four art posts I've made, two of them have been tagged with "Corrupt Hylia au." An au I haven't really talked about that much. I should probably fix that. (Definitely. I mean definitely) Prepare for an info-dump

The Corrupt Hylia au was created when I was reading a fanfic at the same time I saw a post about how Hylia's existence made everything black and white. Some details of it were on my mind and I thought, 'hmmm, the story is too black and white,' and thus an au where Hylia is a manipulative b-tch controlling everything for her perfect hero villain story was born. Fabricating a curse, creating villains, capturing a certain someone to be the hero's "test," all with the Sheikah (but not the Yiga. They defected for a reason and Hylia is half of it.) I'll explain the 5,000 yrs ago plot, since I have that figured out but not the actual plot. It’s gonna be long and under the cut for those interested.

During one of the loops, one where she's there physically to make sure everything stays on track, a Shadow escapes and finds the hero. Lies are revealed, and all goes well until a Sheikah goes there "searching" for the hero and they have to interact with Hylia. Anyways, anyone can tell there's something wrong with Hylia, including the princess. The (corrupt) goddess just has that offsetting aura around her. Link meets here and they formulate a plan when they know they aren't being listened to. Anyways, it takes two years but they get a lot of people on their side. (Ganon, Vaati, Ghirahim, the Twili, Rito, Zora, Goron, and Gerudo) Vaati and Zelda (who have become research buddies) devise a spell to remember past lives - and that's how they learned the curse was fake, because Hylia f-cked around with the first hero's memories a lot, and the spell undid it while keeping those fabricated memories. You may have noticed, but things are going too well.

Anyways, at a parade or festival for who knows what (certainly not me) the Sheikah - who were sharing "experimental" (read: tech they've been hogging) so even people who aren't there can watch it happening. This was all part of a plan made by the Sheikah because (somehow) replaced Ghirahim's earing with one that would mind control him. (think what happened to Ingo in OoT manga.) The plan was to control him and make him wreak havoc, make people not trust him, and by extension, Ganon. That doesn't work, because Link (and Shadow) manage to break the jewel. Hylia tries to do some sort of "what an evil barbaric individual" speech, but Link cuts her off and calls her out on her bullsh-t. Not just about the parade, but about everything - the fake curse, messing around with the first hero’s memories, creating villains for the hero and princess to defeat, having the Sheikah do dirty work in the shadows, manipulating a darkling for the sake of “testing” the hero, controlling the king’s free will - EVERYTHING. And remember those speakers and cameras the Sheikah were sharing? They broadcasted all of it to Hyrule. And because Link had always been a good person, helping people out of the kindness of his heart, a lot of people believed he was telling the truth. This is the start of the war.

The ruined parade is the battlefield, they win and push back Hylia this time because she was caught off guard. But now she knows what's happening, and she is p-ssed. After the start of the rebellion, it is the first time she infuses her magic with malice. A few more battles later, a major one at Korok Forest that gets the forest children involved, and the crew makes the decision to split the Triforce into eight pieces. Ganon, Zant, and Ghirahim each have 1/3 power, Zelda, Midna, and Vaati all have 1/3 wisdom, and Link and Shadow each have 1/2 courage. If Hylia wants the entire Triforce,  they're gonna make her chances of getting it as slim as possible.

One year into the war, and the scales haven't really tipped to either side. But Shadow (who was incapacitated and couldn't come out), Ganon, and Link were up against Hylia. Hylia uses an illusion on Link to make herself look like either a Marin or a past Zelda, and it makes Link freeze up and give Hylia a chance to attack and try to kill Link. Except that Ganon took the hit instead. Link snaps out of it, stuns Hylia, and tries retreating with Ganon. He doesn't get to Ghirahim in time, and so by the time Zelda can heal him, it's too late. With the demoralizing death of Ganon, things start to spiral downhill. Over the next three years they lost Vaati, Zant, and almost Midna. The only small victory that happened was Shadow breaking the mirror the Sheikah had forced bonded them to, and would mean that the Sheikah wouldn't be able to just count on Shadow stumbling out of there when he died anymore. (Shadow thought this meant his next death would be his last.)

Four more years after that, there are more fights and they get pushed back more and more. Somehow (haven't figured out how yet) they get in contact with the main three goddesses (Din, Nayru, Farore) and Hyrule will be sealed underground by them, Hylia with it. They know this won't be permanent, and hope it buys them enough time for the next reincarnation cycle to happen. As they leave, they're being followed by Hylia and the Sheikah. Link and Shadow make a decision to stay behind and make sure Hylia stays underground until the sealing. They know they're going to die doing this, but the worse they hurt Hylia, the longer it will take for her to break the seal.

The other leaders try to argue to let somebody else do it (mainly Zelda and Midna), but Link argues back that Hyrule needs their leaders, and Ghirahim made a promise to Ganon, one he can't keep if he's trapped or dead. So Zelda caves and creates a bow of light with enough charge for five arrows. The other leaders (and Ghira) all add some of their own magic to it, and Link and Shadow head off. The next part is going to be ripped directly from my notes because I'm lazy I don't know how else to phrase it.

Once they get to where the Sheikah are, Shadow immediately starts using the shadows to teleport and starts killing large amounts of them. Link kills whoever is foolish enough to attack him head-on swiftly with the Master Sword. They carve a path to Hylia.

The fight with Hylia is long and brutal. It is clear now that Hylia is using malice and is clearly affected by it. Malice-like pink is spreading on her along with one of her eyes becoming a malice eye. And it has not done anything for her sanity.

Hylia sends a lethal blast of light magic into Shadow and Link is covered in Malice injuries

Link gets separated from the Master Sword. Hylia is about to land the finishing blow on him when Shadow - who is currently dying btw - picks up the Master Sword (which is actively burning his hands and speeding up his death) and stabs her from behind. Shadow says something and Link uses the Light Bow. One shot in the head, one shot in the throat, one shot in the heart, one shot in the stomach, and one shot right on the master sword - which causes a beam affect that they learned about in one of the war’s earlier battles. Hylia isn’t dead, but she won’t be recovering for a while.

Link and Shadow share some final words before dying.

I still need to figure out the actual plot and stuff, but uh, if you read to the end, I hope you enjoyed! ^_^ 

(Ps: if there’s anything triggering or stuff, ask for me to tag and I will)

[socially-awkward-chocobo]

So sorry if you had to scroll past three big photos, but considering these were a set I didn’t want to post them all separately. This is just a thing I made based on who holds the parts of which triforce. 

The first one is Ebony and Lyn, they both have one half of Courage, and the ancient hylian reads as “Courage.” Honestly my favorite of the three.

The second one is Midiya, Vaz, and Zael, they each have a third of Wisdom, and the ancient hylian reads as “Wisdom.” Yes, Terrako is there and after my recent reference attempt for him I have made the decision to never draw him again.

The third one is Ahdvant, Ghirahim, and Gandin, they each have one third of Power, and the ancient hylian reads as “Power.” Please ignore the f-cked up parts of Ghirahim’s sword and instead focus on the vines meant to hide said sword.

[socially-awkward-chocobo]

This’ll be a bunch of Corrupt Hylia au stuff I either changed since mentioning it or forgot to say. Under the cut because I think it got a little long.

1. Been forgetting to mention this, but Ebony is genderfluid, and you can tell what gender they are atm by looking in their eyes (they don’t like shapeshifting too much of their body just to make it obvious if they’re a boy, girl, or nb). Red eyes for boy, blue eyes for girl, green eyes for neither. In aus where Ebony can’t shapeshift (due to being normal human) it’s replaced with bracelets that have the same color system. 

2. Vaz is agender and using they/them pronouns now. However I keep forgetting this so I might accidentally use the wrong pronouns for them. Telling me when I make that mistake if I talk about them would be greatly appreciated <3 

3. I kept thinking about the Valora Town thing and decided men are let in even without crossdressing, though Gerudo will sometimes play pranks on men who’ve never been there before and tell them they have to (if they’re friends with the guy). It’s a relatively harmless prank, I think. This is cause after posting that fact something about it kept rubbing me the wrong way, so I decided to change it.

4. I... might be changing Lyn’s skin tone? Idk, I just feel like Lyn and Ebony should have more similar skin tones since they’re twins and all. Lyn won’t be pale, I’m just changing how tanned she is since I don’t think the skin tone marker I chose was correct for a tan. Basically, I want them to actually look like they’re related, and I’m now aggravated because I just realized this makes so much of my art incorrect I’m already debating taking back this decision because of that alone. anYWAYS I’ll be debating this decision a bit more so if her skin tone looks different in the future that’s why.

5. I’m not sure if I want Revali and Lyn to be (friendly) rivals, maybe a bit of a mentor in the archery section (when he’s around) and part time mentor with the wind magic stuff. Archery because he saw Lyn practicing and went, “That’s atrocious, who’s been teaching you?” “Uhh... nobody? I’ve been trying to figure it out from... memories.” “...Well that explains why you’re doing it all wrong.” *starts fixing everything about her grip and stance and stuff* Also debating part time wind magic teacher because he and Vaz are rivals and I was thinking he might help from time to time. However, the way he meets Lyn is staying in. I love it too much to remove.

6. Violet doesn’t actually mind the experiments the science duo puts Lyn through. It’s the other three who get annoyed by it. And only when they blow up unexpectedly. (Vaz and Zael have learned to not assure Lyn that it won’t blow up when it’s in the super-experimental phase. It usually ends in it blowing up and the pettiness being worse because Lyn was assured it wouldn’t explode.)

7. I’m debating making the Link from 5,000 years ago a girl (or maybe nb). I don’t really know why, maybe it’s because of how his(?) design came out? Idk but this Link’s gender is gonna be up in the air for a bit (btw, what do y’all think about the nickname “Rebel” for that Link? So I don’t need to specify every time)

8. The previously mentioned Link has two sisters - Linkle and Aryll - that I just realized have no roles in the semi-vague backstory plot. Whoops. I want to find a way to fix that somehow.

9. Last thing, Ghirahim uses he/they pronouns and Fi uses she/they pronouns. (Also only semi-related bc Fi but I think I figured out why a battle occurred at Korok Forest/Lost Woods and I think it would also be a reasonable excuse to possibly bring in Fi? I say possibly bc I don’t want her to be alone for 5,000 years in old Hyrule after it’s sealed away - but if anyone wants to hear the idea they can ask!)

That’s all I can think of for now, though there might be other stuff I might not be remembering at the moment or in the future.

[socially-awkward-chocobo]

12, 13, 14, and 17 for whichever OC(s) you want!

12. Which OC is most likely to kill somebody?

First person that comes to mind is either Blue!Lyn or Ghirahim. But honestly Astor (one of the villains, you'll be seeing art of him on Monday) is also down to murder even if he isn't being ordered to.

13. Which OC do you make art/media with the most?

Lyn. It would have to be Lyn. I have a whole page that's filled with tiny drawings of her (and "phantoms" of past lives behind her) that I finished out of spite. There's also drawing the colors along with her.

14. Which OC/s do you relate to the most?

It isn't even a Corrupt Hylia oc, it's either that oc I made for your UA updates blog (Takahashi Akio) or a Spider-person oc I made for the Ultimate Spiderman tv show (Annabelle [Ann] Williams/Blue Spider. I might post my art of her). Those two, are most similar to me aside from some differences, somewhat on purpose.

17. Who is your favorite OC?

Why would you make me choose? Anyways, if I were forced to choose... I'd probably go with Lyn or Ann.