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[gerudospiriit]

He stands, even in death. The Master Sword remains buried in his heart and yet, his body refuses to fall, instead locked upright through pure defiance that death itself is incapable of undoing.

His face is hardened into an expression that will never yield. Only the wind moves him now. Soft, patient, blowing through what remains of the arena he once fought within. Loose red strands of his once-proud hair, curled and pulled tight now shaken free by battle, stir, and dance in the breeze.

The wind wraps around his sturdy form, unseen yet undeniable, carrying with it all he fought for and everything he could never claim.

It is a cruel and tender thing, the wind.

It is blowing still.

The celebration on the hill did not cease as a solitary figure approached the defeated. A man turned statue, upright and defying gravity and an undignified death to his final breath. Rage and ambition finally brought to a bloody halt by a boy with a sword and the princess.

After three unsuccessful attempts, Hyrule finally put the Gerudo king down.

Nabooru gazed up into the face of the man she thought she would never see again. Who, before his return, survived a sword through his abdomen and, apparently, whatever realm the mirror transported him to. She met his unseeing gaze, and she noted his almost serene expression. When was the last time his face was not screwed up in anger? When he briefly reunited with his people on the edge of the world? The strands of his red hair loosed danced with the breeze. It almost made him appear youthful again. A man from another lifetime in moments where he was less pressed with presenting an image of perfection.

" You foolish man... " she croaked, throat choked by emotion. He lifted her hand to his cheek; a moment to play pretend before the warmth of life drained from them fully. Memories of their past flooded her mind and the tears she desperately battled to keep at bay finally poured from her eyes. Her vision blurred, tricking her into thinking his lips twitched in a failed attempt to answer her.

" How many times do you plan on leaving me? "

Her own rage melded with her sadness. She gripped the hilt of the legendary sword lodged in his chest and yanked it free with a despairing sob, hurling it as far away from her as possible. Arms flung around his middle as he buried her face in his chest, tears mixing with blood in a one-sided embrace.

How many more times could her heart break?

Time lost meaning. The sound of approaching hooves finally stirred her from her grief. Her silent wishes they had taken her, too. She turned, expecting to find the hero or princess coming to, perhaps, do just that. Instead, a larger than life stallion black as shadow approached, stubborn as his master. He halted beside them, waiting, as if he understood the unspoken mission she undertook when she approached the fallen king.

Ignoring the blood on her face and in her hair, she reluctantly let her arms fall back to her sides. A beat, and she reached up to close his eyes, biting back another sob.

" Let's take you home at last. "

[thunderoustransmuter]

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She can feel the panic rising from within her. Maybe transforming in front of all these Gerudo was a bad idea, but thinking of the alternative, she could've possibly been killed for her masquerade as a wolf. All of the eyes locking onto her doesn't help the panic (only worsening it), and the chest binder she's wearing underneath her shirt isn't helping, either. The Hylian holds onto the necklace, trying to divert her attention somehow before things get worse.

That all changes once Ganondorf speaks. Her eyes widen as he begins before she can't bear to look at him anymore, now staring at the much more comforting ground. The least she can do is nod, hoping he (and the rest of the Gerudo) won't get upset with the lack of eye contact.

Oh shit, how is she going to explain herself? She feels like her throat's gone dry, but she needs to say something. She starts fiddling with her necklace as she starts, "I was just born like this and didn't figure it out until a couple years ago. I've got lightning magic too, but I tend to just use my shapeshifting; it lets me turn into any animal, or at least all the ones I've tried." The Hylian can feel herself shaking, but that's got to be enough, right?

[wizard-of-night]

"... How did he..??"

[valourburdened]

With regard to the bomb hovering? Yeah, you've mystified him.

Good.

Now he's approaching this particular spectator with a hammer a child his size should not be able to carry. Slowly. Ominously. Disintegrating every rock it barely touches.

[askganondorftobadragmire]

Your interpretation is really interesting from what I've read on your Carrd and from our interactions! How you've shaped the backstory for your Ganondorf is super creative, that version of Hyrule and the Link and Zelda are great too!

From (x)

{Ahhh, thank you so much!! I try my best, and hearing you enjoy these versions of Zelda and Link & my version of Hyrule makes me smile <3}

[wizard-of-night]

Cucumber freezes up, eyes wide as the voice commands him. That voice.. It's intimidating, nothing like he's ever heard before. The weight it carries can make anyone shrink in fear. No villain that he's met, no enemy.. Nobody he knew can even come close to this. That's only the voice, too. He hasn't even processed the amount of magic that he's sensing from this man.

His ears fold back to the side. This power.. It's equal. No.. Maybe even more powerful than the Nightmare Knight's magic. A sense of alarm. The starry cloak trailing down his back is turning to a smoky green. Even though he technically should be just as strong as the Nightmare Knight because of his particular situation, he still feels like a weaker version than him. And for this man to be in an equal, or even stronger than the one who can destroy lands with a flick of his fingers.. It's terrifying.

He hesitates for a moment. Should he even get out there? But, hiding is pointless if this man knows of his presence. It's best not to cause conflict. At least, for now. It depends on how this man is. Maybe he's peaceful?

Nevertheless, he needs to access the situation. He summons his staff, feeling a bit secure. Not much, though. Taking a deep breath to unsuccessfully soothe his nerves, Cucumber takes one step away from the corner.

A shadow.. He looks like a shadow. The edges swirling in the air and frizzing away. Yet, his silhouette is unyielding. And the height is shocking. He's the second tallest person he's seen. For the first time in a long while, he feels small. Like a bug.

Stop it. His thoughts bark back. You can't be intimidated. You can't show fear. Especially at someone who is potentially dangerous.

He forces his ears to stay upward, but they still face away. It was like the aura itself is pushing them back. "... Hello." He says, making sure that his voice didn't stutter. Don't show him you're afraid.

[ @wizard-of-night ]

That's strange.. The air is cold, but not enough to freeze anything. He thought he teleported outside, but.. It's all different. There's a strange energy that he never sensed before. It's everywhere...

Suddenly, there is an oppressive aura. It's something that causes his ears to perk up in a stiff, rigid manner. There's something wrong here. An inconsistency of this world's order, something that doesn't belong here. Who's there..?

He walks forward, glancing around until his eyes notice the large shadow that looms past the corner of the wall. Whoever this is beyond that doesn't seem to know that he's here. Not yet, at least.

The wizard lurks at the corner, poking his head out to look at the one who casts such a large and ominous shadow.

The unnatural silence of the Twilight Realm hums low, a weight that crushes those unworthy to tread its dim expanse. The air shimmers faintly, with dark motes twisting in patterns of unnatural, writhing symmetry. Ganondorf, King of Thieves, lingers in this twilit limbo, his form both corporeal and amorphous—an immensity of shadow wreathed in blackened flames. His silhouette cast upon the wall seems too large, too distorted to be the shape of any one man. Dark fires licking across his body pulse with unnatural rhythm, as if the very realm itself balks at his defiance of its order, yet he himself remains undisturbed, his stillness radiating an unshakable dominance.

And then, the faint ripple of a presence.

He senses it before it dares to round the corner. A faint magic—a thread of something otherworldly, thin and brittle compared to his own dark might. It practically slithers through the air, alien and unbidden, and his molten-gold eyes flick open, narrow and piercing, glowing against the veiling darkness like twin smoldering suns. His gaze, devoid of any warmth, sweeps the space before him. A shadow moves where it shouldn't... Crouching at the edge of his sight.

He does not move, but the flickering dark flames around him intensify in his growing agitation. His powerful voice cuts through the ambient hum of the Twilight Realm, deep and cold, a rumble that practically vibrates the very air surrounding them.

"Step forward."

The command is weighted and impossible to ignore. It is not a shout, nor a request, but a decree—unflinching and final.

[herswxrd]

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[twilightsage]

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[gerudospiriit]

"Oh yes, since you are considerate enough to ask--'Nabsy'--it is indeed alright with me. I confess that I find your handling of these disrespectful and invasive little whelps amusing... And perhaps even personally informative."

" I fail to see how any of this has been informative. "

[gerudospiriit]

Fine-tuned reflexes caught the canteen without issue, and she replaced it at her hip. " Of course I'm serious, " she affirmed, continuing their trek. She snorted at his claim about not being in a relationship with this woman. She had heard that before, and he was going through far more trouble to apologize or reclaim his place within her good graces for their relationship to be little more than friends. And a glance over her shoulder to find his face tinted a rosy pink confirmed such suspicions.

Or, perhaps he simply wished their friendship could be more.

" Friend, girlfriend, eye candy, whatever, she still deserves respect, " she continued. " I don't know what you want from this woman, but I can assure you, not expecting her to serve you meals or paying more attention to her 'melons' than her will go a long way. When people feel seen and respected, they're a lot more likely to...bend, so to speak. They feel validated by you, so they're more willing to compromise on things you might want from them. You see? "

A rare sight, sand turned to grass surrounding a sparkling, clear pool of water. Palm trees and cacti with spiked, orange fruits perched atop them surrounded it, crimson flowers springing up in the grass and around trees.

" Here we are, " she announced, turning to face him and extending her arms to either side. " Sariyah's Oasis. Those fruits on of the cacti are the Volt Fruits I told you about. "

@gerudospiriit cont.

"Dunno about 'unbearable', but...it sure makes my fur itchy!" And not to mention, less groomed. Reaching up to check on his hair curl, he gives it a few strokes and pushes it back, at ease knowing the desert weather hadn't caused him to poof up.

Speaking of heat... as she pressed ahead, he took his time from behind, slamming his flank into the hot sand and giving a little roll - as much as he could stand before popping back up to shake the dirt particles off. Heat like that could kill any sort of nasty jungle parasite hitching a ride on a fast kong.

Though the gesture probably wasn't great for his overall internal temperature, he's stopped short of a canteen thrust his way. Taking it for a weapon at first, he straightens up on his hind legs and squints at his impromptu 'guide', shoulder rolling in its socket. "...you're kiddin' right? Tch, you're just as dramatic as her!" Fussing with his fur some more, he snatches the canteen unceremoniously and gives it a sharp sniff before pouring some water onto his tongue. A few laps and a shake of his head, and he drops it back on her without checking to see if she caught it or not.

"...and- she's not my girlfriend! She's a girl...she's a friend. She has large melons. You do the math." He grumbles, face flushed as he shoots his gaze away, knuckles kneading the sand out of both irritation and...it was kinda fucking hot.

"...other perks?" It hooked him enough to keep following, albeit with a pout.

[thunderoustransmuter]

Continued from (x) || @divineprank

"I'm useful?" Please ignore the voice crack and the meticulous bouncing of his leg. "Not trying to, uh, tell you you're wrong or anything, but you sure?"

[linklewinklewoman]

I will do my responses to @divineprank and @multiplelivesinline later. I promised mom we'd pumpkin paint today. I will try to remember to take cute pics!

[askganondorftobadragmire]

Continued from (x) || @divineprank

Shoulders squared, fists remained balled tightly at his sides while standing before the other Gerudo male. Calm, but wary: Ganondorf wasn’t exactly new to the concept of parallels – his essence having existed for long enough to filter through several heroes and princesses. To say, however, he had ever encountered another version of himself would be an outright lie.

Electric gaze scans his visitor; the first thing that comes to attention is the other man’s clothing. Very reminiscent of Gerudo culture, and yet, he sports a regality that Ganondorf can’t particularly attribute to his own royalty within the warrior-race they both share.

The back of his left hand buzzes, it itches. It feels as though tiny pins attacked just the surface of his skin as the other Gerudo grew close to him. Such sensations usually resonated when Ganondorf was in the presence of his divine contemporaries – as if the King of Evil had any doubt of who stood before him. “I do not waver in the wake of encountering my own reflection. My knees will not wobble within your presence.”

‘Another’ Ganondorf. The Gerudo leader supposes he is hardly surprised by such audacity.

While he takes on a tenser stance, the Gerudo before him stands in a much different way. The other keeps his hands clasped at his back and relaxes his shoulders and posture, still standing tall enough so it doesn't seem he's cowering at his replica. After all, he has nothing to fear. He does need to look down slightly, seeing as he's over eight feet tall and the other seems to be the relatively average size of a Gerudo.

He notes this Ganondorf looking over him, most likely trying to gauge another so-called Ganondorf. So, he does the same; it's only fair, right? Similar clothing, definitely Gerudo. Then he locks on to the man's face. His gaze brings something else: the striking difference in sclerae and his pupils. Unlike the usual whites one would typically see, they're a dark grey, and his pupils are a rhombus shape instead of a circle.

That comment makes him chuckle at his counterpart. A smile, complete with sharp teeth from practically every tooth, creeps on his face as he steps closer. "Temper, temper. I give no reason for you to be so belligerent. I merely state a fact, and you scramble to assume I want you trembling like a newborn."

Another step, this time letting his left hand fall to his side. "You do not frighten me either." Even his nails looked off; long, sharp blacked claws.

He can feel his hand tingling at the closer proximity and knows full well that all three pieces are shining brightly.

[valourburdened]

@divineprank >:(

isn't this how they interacted

[midcna]

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😤 Any Zelda-related Pet Peeves?

Tbh, the only one that really comes to mind are the cutscenes you can't skip. Some of them get tiring after a good few playthroughs, the worst offender being the opening to Wind Waker. Ngl, I could fall asleep waiting for that one to end. :'D

🙊 Unpopular Zelda Opinions?

I feel as though the Rito in botw are a biiit overrated tbh. I find the Zoras and Sheikah more interesting, and wish the Gorons would get some more love. Though, of course, this could be me just not looking hard enough, ahaha--

[gerudospiriit]

@divineprank replied: You're wrong because while the ocean's embrace and the promise of finding a new land to call home in an attempt to restart is alluring, one cannot deny the undeniable challenges that the submersion has brought to the structural integrity to the lands we love so dearly and call home, we cannot deny how our timeless heritage has languished beneath the waves and we cannot deny how much this idea actually hurts my feelings. In this essay, I will

" No...no I'm definitely right. It needs to drown. Trust me. "