#hyrule made them what they became and then they hated them for it

[gerudospiriit]

What is your character arc?

tragic hero arc

we all know how this story goes. when it began, you were almost the perfect hero, but almost is never enough. you lacked introspection, or you were too stubborn or vengeful or reckless - as reckless as the world that helped to ruin you. you were not perfect, and that's okay. we knew the story ended in blood and we watched it anyway. we knew you would die in the end and we still couldn't help but love you, just a little bit. at the very least, you are more human than a hero could ever be.

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[bokettochild]

Linked Universe Enterence p.3

Okay! So I have thoughts!!!!

First off, does anyone remember when JoJo shared those first snippets? How there was a fun little detail that suddenly disappeared when the comic actually became more than doodles?

Yeah, I'm talking about this guy

(Not the grouchy old man being offended, the owl LOL)

I know there's a chance I'm wrong, a big one at that, but I think it would be really cool if, if only for a short while, JoJo brought him back, even if it's just for this era of Hyrule. Let Time have his owl buddy!

Anyways, to the actual comic!

I noticed that the boys are all still together, so I'm guessing they're waiting until they come to a cross-roads to actually split up like Four advised last time. So we have that to look forwards to in the coming updates!

I love that she's really highlighting the similarities and differences in this arc, showing us who knows what and what they've done, but also the little things; both with owls and the antifairy!

I adore the Owlan reference/appearance!

And Time immediately agreeing about the "long, drawn out lectures part" made me laugh. (His expression, my Hylia!!!)

That is the face of a man who kept accidentally asking to "hear it again" and regrets it with every bone of his being LOL

It's good to see more call backs to the last comics too! Having Hyrule be wary of the statue because he remembers seeing it before, and Warriors agreeing, but also reminding that it didn't cause harm. The fact that Hyrule keeps his sword pointed at it though, wary, does say a lot about how cautious he's being all the same (Wild ought to take notes)

And of course this whole panel

Twilight's awkwardly trying to assure the rest without spilling the secret, Sky laughing and turning to look at Legend, and the fact that the vet is just so entirely done with even just the thought of being a rabbit. (I love his face, omgosh).

Te way I screamed "anti-fairy!" when I saw this, and then was so, so delighted that Legend and I had the same thought (I am unwell about this man).

I'm equally unwell about the fact that Legend just has to say "ouch" (which you only say at inconveniences and not real, actual hurts) and immediately everyone's turning, weapons out and ready to help him face...whatever. Like, he's fine, guys, but it's sweet you care (now Legend, please take note and realize you belong, you idiot)

Love that Time hears "fairy" and immediately is all ears. All the more so at the "anti" part. Man was raised by fairies and he absolutely doesn't like the idea of something that would hurt them.

Meanwhile Legend is just being freaking Haku (Spirited Away) over here!

Tell me you don't see it!!!!!!

Also, his casual use of magic to purify something, to just make it no longer a threat, rather than hurting it. That need to save EVERYONE is really showing through here, huh?

And immediately, everyone is shocked that he did that, but also what it means about fairies. About dark magic. But Time and Wars especially!

Gosh, just Legend's little worried face and Time's offense at the idea of fairies being corrupted and harmed. Shows a bit about them here too I think. Time is maybe slightly obsessed with fairies (reasonably so) and hates them being harmed, but he shows his worry on the matter in anger. legend, meanwhile, becomes more sombre, quieter: it bothers him too (maybe reminds him of a certain predecessor?)

Get this man a tiara, he's a freaking Disney Princess over here, good grief!!!! He's carrying fairy food on what? The slim chance he has time to stop and feed them? Honestly, i know he's probably as attached to fairies as Time (although with a healthier relationship with them), but this is just too cute. this man is going to be the death of me!!!

Anyways, here's the bonuses!!!!

SUN APPEARANCE!!!!!!!! We have a canon Sun appearance!!!!! Like, sure, sleepy student Sky, but it's SUN!!!!

This smile. Oh my gosh I adore him. He's just so glad he got to help the corrupted little one become normal again.

JoJo was having fun with Four I see LOL

Man really said "hang on, let me check my purse, I think I have snacks in here"

Freaking Mom Coded

[ganondoodle]

I probably still wouldn’t have been a big fan of the game, but I don’t think I would have been NEARLY as upset about TotK if BotW didn’t seem like it was so obviously setting up plot points for a sequel. Like, you’re very clearly MEANT to wonder what malice is, and how Ganon became the Calamity instead of just the Demon King. Fi is awake again, where are they going either that? What’s the deal with the Triforce-shaped symbol on Zelda’s hand? There were a LOT of other things like that, and many of them had to do with overarching lore for the series.

I get it if they want to reboot the series, but “BotW 2” was the single worst game you could have done that with. It could have been an amazing conclusion to the original continuity.

EXACTLY, you, you get it

botw felt like the introduction to a vast world with secrets and hints to things that were planned to become a bigger thing- a big giant game as a big giant set up, and then ... like totk likes to do alot, it lacks a pay off, and that is something it even does within itself, cosntantly, set up and no pay off, or set up and the most boring and uninspired pay off you can really not even call that, from the bigger things like the whole dragon thing being hammered into your head as irreversible and then it IS reversible.. out of nowhere without you having to do fuck all, the whole thing with the ancient hero beign a big mystery with lots of interesting ideas attached and then its some weird ass dog creature that doesnt resemble any other race with, of course, sonau armor, bc there nothing that isnt sonau in that game, even finding the old treasure maps you can find that then lead to amiibo stuff from botw id call that

botw wasnt that great with rewards either but exploring the world and wondering about those, surely intentionally, placed mysterious and intriguing designs and places did alot for making it so interesting to think about, totk fumbles it all and even the new stuff doesnt even come close to that environmental storytelling botw was so great at, sonau ruins? ha they look entirely different than in botw actually, bc those were built by hylians you see, the actual sonau stuff is in prime condition considering the time thats passed and its all the same blank blocky blocks that serve no purpose but to be a place for you to find a thing or exchange some currency- the most you can think about it is ... that the sonau hollowed out the entire underground of hyrule, every inch of the map, ... which is WEIRD and doesnt exactly make them look that good but ... thats all there is

at least with the shiekah it made somewaht more sense and it felt much less .. invasive? and you didnt have anyone from that time to talk to, other than dead monks whos only purpose is to give you their last piece of their own spirit, but in totk ... raurus ghost and mineru too are both just there to talk to but DONT tell you shit but vague hints that were already clear, the sky islands used to be on the ground? oh you dont say, you see them there in the stupid memories! and dont get to know how they got up there and theres nothing that can clue you in to that, its just sonau magic yet again i guess

dont even get me started on the whole malice/miasma thing, it made so much SENSE that there was a source of it, someone that has keep kept in a horrible place just between life and death for thousands of years trying to break free by their hate and anger manifesting to such a degree its literally spilling out and building creppy eyeballs, mouths and ribcage like structures like they are trying to rebuild themsleves outside of their awful prison no one knows about is so damn compelling, but no, actually, the guy trapped there was the msot evilest evar, was sealed bc him evil and no other motive, and the previously mentioned stuff is pretty much utterly unceonnected, and his magic beign miasma with red instead of pink and no creepy body parts was the true version of it, that pink one was its own thing heehooo SHUT UP argh

it doesnt help that really, i dont feel like the sonau were set up either, they were a tiny part in botw, really only serving to make the world seem more ancient and more full of history, having ruins from a past civilization there you know nothing about and cant find out more is so good, its compelling and sad and makes the world feel more real, just shoving them into everything, being the center of attention all of thes udden and not even the architecure fitting feels so ... forced, i really truly believe the og sonau werent meant to be more than that, but in their fear of the game being too similarly looking like botw they took the sonau to replace the shiekah with them- imo the shiekah were the ones set up to be deeper explored in botw, with their whole misstreatment by the royal family in the past, monk miz kyoshia reacting the same way a yiga commander would was deliberate and brings up even more interesting ideas, the comments about where the mysterious energy the ancient shiekah used to power everything being concentrated in certain regions?? thats a big ass set up, the fact that the center of what is signaling everything to reactivate being below hyrule castle? the fact the whole arena thing was BUILT INTO THE CASTLE or it on top of it is so??? cool??? and sso damn intriguing, we are scratching the surface of their history- but then no, actually, the sonau are the cool new shit those other ones just uh ... disappear, also the sonau did everythign the shiekah did but even better wayy before them haha

its like they didnt want to tackle the more complicated stuff with the shiekah, their relationship to the royal family and how the yiga ... have a point and a good reason- so they replaced them with entirely new purely goodest good guys that did the same stuff before them with none of the history attached :))

this is why im so insistent on it not really being a sequel, thers no follow up on anything that was set up, NOTHING, and no, a couple having a kid now or whatever isnt a follow up on an interesting set up, how hard is it to understand that-

.... listen to me rambling, you probably know all that already nhjdfkbnkd

(i know i always bring up the shiekah but ... they were so central in botw, while also not taking up every single corner- unlike some other ones >_____>, with so much interesting stuff to connect and think about, i cared about them so much i felt kicked down the stairs by their treatment in totk)

[twilightspinkyfinger]

Twilight comforts Reader

A/N: This piece is written with the historian from my Hyrule Historian AU, in mind, but it can be read as a stand-alone piece. For more information and links to previous works in the series, please check out my masterlist here.

The past few days had been a lot to handle.

You were exhausted and desperate to finally be in a situation where you could let your guard down, however, the seemingly constant interactions with monsters and the Shadow along your journey made the task of relaxation impossible.

On this particular night, the chain had set themselves up to camp in a small underbrush in the woods. You hoped to find the other side of the never-ending collection of trees in the morning.

Twilight was on watch, his eyes constantly scanning the treeline for fear that another attack would occur while the rest of the team peacefully slept. A lone wolf in charge of the safety of his pack.

It seemed like the past few days had also taken their toll on the hero as he sat rigid with adrenaline as the skin under his eyes continued to darken from their already purple hue.

You didn't fair much better. Since you were not as well trained of a fighter as the men you traveled with, your body was exhausted and not used to the stamina you had to exert in the act of simply keeping yourself alive, especially in battle. Your body was bruised beyond comprehension, and your muscles and lungs burned like the inside of Death Mountain.

Despite how heavy your limbs felt or how dry your eyes were, you could not sleep. There was something amidst the air. Something you could not shake, no matter how hard you tried.

You were afraid. You were afraid of the red eyes and dark body of the creature that haunted your group from the start of your adventure. You feared the shadows capable of hiding such a foul being with little to no effort. You feared seeing the deaths of your traveling companions, feared seeing them slaughter in front of you, even more than you feared your own death. You were terrified, and nothing you tried was able to lessen the feeling of dread slowly suffocating you from the inside out.

The fear instilled into your body at that very moment worried you, as it was extremely uncharacteristic. You had always been slightly odd in a way. You found yourself drawn to the darker things in life and you revelled in the comfort that the shadows brought. You had never been afraid of the dark, even as a small child. You mused that the monsters would be there, and whether it was light or dark did not matter. But not anymore.

You had seen things, or rather you had seen IT. The Shadow sent shivers down your spine like nothing you had ever encountered before. The Shadow has practically killed Twilight for Hylia's sake. The Shadow left you feeling alone, segregated from the comfort of the shadows, and thrust into the fleeting and unstable arms of the light. You hated it. You hated how weak you felt, how alone, how vulnerable, as the light from the fire graced your trembling body.

You never trusted the light, its harsh light only held lies for the future, but now it was all that you had to grasp onto for any semblance of comfort in these trying times.

You curled further into the ball you had formed with your body inside of your bedroll, and your eyes frantically searched the shadows, feeling like you were being stalked from all sides, rather than the cold embrace you were accustomed to from the night. Your body began to shake and your breath became uneven.

You didn't even register what was happening at first, too caught up in your mind, too caught up in your fear.

Your mind became hazy as you shook in terror in the cold of the night. You nearly jumped out of your skin, pleading for your life, as a pair of boots crunched on the leaves beside you.

"Hey, you're okay, I'm not going to hurt you. It's me Twi, shush darlin' I've got you" He spoke in a soft but stern voice as his arms wrapped around you, shielding you from the shadows that plagued your mind.

He was warm, a pleasant relief from the cold winds of the forest, and he sat there with you for what felt like forever. Arms rubbing your back and words of encouragement and comfort being whispered in your ear as you shook against his chest.

He brought you more comfort than the shadows ever had and more comfort than the light would ever give, you were sure.

You didn't remember much after that, except the voice of Legend grumpily getting up for his shift on watch, but you still curled up in the comfort of Twilight, the personification of the point where the darkness meets the light.

When you awoke at dawn, nuzzled into the hero of Twilight, drinking in his warmth like you were a person starved, you felt safe and relaxed for the first time in days, and safer than you ever imagined you would feel again.

Now your favorite time of day was when the sun began to set, the twilight, the balance between light and dark. A sense of something familiar, yet you couldn't quite place why.

[occasionallyprosie]

Just randomly curious

Why do you call Legend, the scholar instead of the veteran like what's mostly used?

Ohhh I've been waiting for someone to ask this kind of question! Ok ok ok, this is a bit long, so!

I call him Veteran a lot too but it depends on context and who is addressing him. Warriors, for example, sometimes *hates* to even think of Legend as a hardened veteran because he's a kid. So even if he will actively acknowledge Legend's experience and skill, he will avoid to only address him for that. He also avoids it because he thinks that maybe Legend would rather not be only known for his hero work (like Warriors would not want to only be known for his looks or for his warfaring past). He will call him "Vet" or "Veteran" still because it's easier to say, or because he's outwardly and directly acknowledging Legend's experience without having to directly reference the fact that he is experienced even if he's young.

Why? So I'm pretty sure it's been said that in the canon our boys don’t call each other "Twilight" or "Warriors" or their hero titles, partially because of spoilers with their own adventures that they're all basically keeping secret from each other. I'm certain Jojo said that at one point and referenced Twilight specifically as being a nickname that would cause spoilers/reveal his past prematurely.

They have nicknames then, like "Veteran," or "Sailor" and "Smithy." In certain situations they'll call each other "Link" if they think they need to, be it a moment where they need the other hero to pay attention or to ground them.

For me, I think "Veteran" is almost a spoiler because it reveals that Legend has been on over half a dozen adventures, but that the Chain would find that out before they ever hear/use hero names, and that's when Legend gets that nickname on top of "Scholar" and "Collector". But when they first meet? He doesn't want to tell them anything about his adventures, he doesn't trust them, not even how many he's been on, so how would they know he's a veteran at this?

"Collector" is obvious. "Scholar" comes from the idea that Legend's a very information curious person. That kind of person who is asking "why" just because they're curious and want to know, Vio would've been the same but Four is keeping splitting secret, so Legend gets "Scholar" as a nickname from Vio. He eventually gets "Veteran" when the group has been together and he trusts them enough to tell them that, yeah, this has been his entire life.

Lately, I've used their names (Legend, Warriors, Time) outside of dialogue because that's easiest to read and understand. But in dialogue it's been other nicknames only. That doesn't apply to all my fics, some were written before I made that decision and thus won't reflect that.

The only exceptions really are Sky and Hyrule. Sky is still called Sky as a shortened form of "Sky Knight" and "Skyloftian." However, Sky and Hyrule both also made the mistake of mentioning their titles when the group was suggesting nicknames. So they (at first) were teasingly called "Chosen" and "Hyrule," before "Chosen" just became one of Sky's nicknames and "Hyrule" became "Rule" became "Rulie." Legend, Wild, and Sky are the only ones who call Hyrule that though.

That was long, I hope that explains it! I'd be happy to clarify anything about anything.

[hyrule-in-a-pokeball]

GANONDORF AND "CALAMITY" GANON: TWO SEPARATE BEINGS

Calamity Ganon, as we know, was more like a primal force of nature, though it did display some level of intelligence with its ability to formulate and execute plans (Spawning the blights and unleashing them, corrupting the Guardians, etc) it wasn't exactly a big brain genius. I mean, come on, it had 10,000 years to plan, and the best it came up with, while effective, was "Uno reverse lol" And with an additional 100 years its plan became "Cyborg time!"

And then just. "Big pig!"

It wasn't a tactical genius. It won because Hyrule was overly reliant on the ancient Sheikah technology to the point that they were helpless against that very technology when it was turned against them.

But what the hell was Calamity ganon? Well, we see it in three, maybe four forms. Pig Cloud

Which Creating a Champion states is a "spirit composed of malice"

Fashion disaster Ganon

An incomplete, slapped together body made of Malice and machinery (Apparently he started building this body when he sensed Link awaken in the chamber of resurrection)

Kaiju Ganon

A body formed of pure malice as a final "screw you though" after his cool new cyborg body was destroyed.

And the fourth body is possibly the malice itself, seeing as he seemed to be hell bent on using it to make his new bodies. It was like clumps of flesh just sort of laying around waiting to be assembled into something.

So now that we know the calamity's 3 (or 4) main forms, I want to focus on the pig cloud, because I think that is Calamity Ganon's truest form. The malice is something it created, either intentionally or as a byproduct of simply existing, and its other bodies were things made of that malice.

Now, we know that Calamity Ganon was utterly destroyed at the end of Breath of the wild. It didn't like, return to Dry Ganondorf in the depths. That thing got nuked.

And that means that Ganondorf's consciousness was always in his dry body and not acting through the Calamity. In fact, when Rauru seals him away, he taunts Rauru and says "Thousands of years will pass in the blink of an eye" which to me says he knows he gonna be stuck in that spot for a hot minute.

The Calamity spawned from him, but it was not him. Its almost like a giant, out of control Phantom Ganon thats just sort of up there doing its best. But with Ganondorf sealed away, how did Calamity Ganon get loose? Well, it might seem odd, but I think Majora's mask (the object) can point us in the right direction

Majora's Mask was once just a normal mask. Carved from normal wood. (actually if you look at the renders it looks more like it was carved from stone, but whatever) It wasn't alive, it didn't possess magic powers. It was just a mask. A mask used in ancient hexing rituals. Over time, the negative energies created from those hexing rituals sort of infected the mask and eventually became conscious, with the mask acting as a body. It was a Tulpa that was housed inside the mask. (A tulpa is a concept in mysticism of an object or being that is created through mental or spiritual power. To make it extremely basic: A tulpa is an imaginary friend that stops being imaginary. Actually in that sense, Phantom Ganon is basically a tulpa.)

So, Ganondorf, sealed away, conscious or not, was just seething. Pure hate for Hyrule, for Rauru the first king, and all his descendants. That hate was so pure and intense that it basically manifested as Calamity Ganon. The pig cloud. A separate entity born of Ganondorf's sheer spite and hate.

And if you need further proof that they are not the same entity, we need only look to Ganondorf's profile in Tears of the Kingdom, unlocked after completing the game.

Ganondorf had been slowly working on his revival for 100 years INDEPENDENTLY of Calamity Ganon. Link and Zelda just pulled a "wrong place/wrong time" when they found him at the exact moment the seal finally weakened enough to break.

Man what would Ganondorf have done if he broke out of his seal like 5 or 8 years earlier, made his way to the surface, and found pig cloud ganon just up there partying?

[labyrinthdancer]

Two uploads at ounce WHAT!?!

Heroes in a realm of Shade

Characters:

Twilight (Linked Universe), Time (Linked Universe), Warriors (Linked Universe), Wild (Linked Universe), The Hero's Spirit | Hero of Time | Golden Wolf

Additional Tags:

Angst, Past Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Twilight (Linked Universe) Needs a Hug, The Hero's Spirit | Hero of Time | Golden Wolf is a Good Parent, Twilight (Linked Universe) Has Issues, No Beta We Die Like The Great Deku Tree

Summary:

After the chain loses a battle they wake up in a strange realm. Twilight has to admit one of his greatest secrets and it doesn't go over well.

Link swung his sword in a wide arc, cutting off the head of another monster. The body fell, adding to the growing pile at his feet.

All of his brothers had collapsed already, their wounds and exhaustion finally besting them. He was the last one standing, defending them to the best of his abilities. But he knew it was in vain, he too was exhausted, his vision blurred and blood flowed steadily from the wounds littering his body.

At long last, the final hero fell. Pushed down and unable to rise. Monsters surrounded him, blocking the sun and cutting off his view of the forest. Tears burned Link's eyes as they closed in. He tried to will his body to move, to get up, to fight back, to do  anything.

But it refused.

So this is how I go out? Beaten to death by a bunch of monsters as my brothers lay dying around me.

In his last seconds of consciousness, Link swore he saw a skeletal figure break through the horde and reach for him.

Link

Wolf in Nobel's clothes

Summary:

How Twilight meets the Chain.

Hylia, Link hated these parties.

Zelda had invited him as an ‘esteemed guest’ to one of her court balls, which actually meant ‘stand around and look pretty’.

Link downed another glass of champagne, trying to ease his discomfort. He felt like he was on display for the nobles to gawk at, eyes wondering as they whispered lewd comments to one other. Link bit his lip holding back a growl as a nobleman who made a partially graphic comment to another. Some even touched him, sending waves of nausea and anger through his body. It took everything in him not to growl and bite at them. His pack was going to flip when they smelled Hylians on him.

Midna was going to be pissed as well, she was more than a little possessive and if she heard what these people were saying she would be on a warpath. Actually maybe it was good that the Queen wasn't there.

Normally, Midna's possessive streak wasn't a problem, in the Twilight Realm everyone was a mage and could see the magical markings on both of them proudly proclaiming that they were together, but in places like Hyrule where mage craft wasn’t as prominent or people simply didn’t care it became a bit of a problem.

The nobles around Link were animatly gossiping about some important heroes that came into town a couple of days ago and Link could infer that this party was for them.  Thanks, random heroes.

Wonder what snotty good-for-nothing war heroes strolled into town now.

Link

[tirsynni]

So for the longest time, I refused to think of the original Hyrule Warriors as canon. It was a fun little hack-and-slash side bit and I adore Link with his blue scarf, but I didn't actually add it to my mental timeline when it came to the LoZ games.

Then I made the mistake of thinking too much about the game and its implications on the overall timeline, especially the implications regarding the Spirit of the Hero. Stay with me on this. (Yes, it is once again time for me to put far too much thought into video games, because why not?)

Arguably, the Spirit of the Hero became entangled with everything due to Demise's Curse in Skyward Sword: "Those like you... Those who share the blood of the goddess and the spirit of the hero... They are eternally bound to this curse. An incarnation of my hatred shall ever follow your kind, dooming them to wander a blood-soaked sea of darkness for all time!" Thus the Cycle of Hatred is introduced.

In dissecting it a bit, it shows three permanent players: an incarnation of Demise's hatred, the Goddess's bloodline (note not Hylia herself, but her bloodline) and the spirit of the hero (note in contrast to the previous line, not the hero's bloodline, but the "spirit of the hero"). So we have an incarnation of a demon god's hate, a divine bloodline, and... some dude. Sorry, Link. You really got the short end of the stick here.

Obviously, he's not just "some dude," but he is a mortal tossed into an immortal war. Even as the Goddess's bloodline is mortal, they forever hold divinity within them, descended directly from divinity. Arguably, the Hero's Spirit holds some divinity itself through Hylia's blessing, arguably Farore's blessing, and playing emissary to multiple deities and powerful spirits through the games, but it relies on external sources instead of being inherent. The root of the Hero lies within the mortality of the Hero. That mortality probably provides a great deal of flexibility, as LoZ seems to follow along the popular concept that immortal beings are stuck to certain rules and mortals can go places and do things immortals can't. Biggest example is the Goddess Hylia needing a mortal Hero in the first place to fight Demise.

Okay, so where does Hyrule Warriors come into this? Because while the concept of the Spirit of the Hero comes up in multiple games, it's usually through inheritance, stepping into the role of the Hero, etc. When Cia comes into play, her target isn't the latest Hero: her target is the Spirit of the Hero itself. Not the concept. Not the implications of the role. The identity of the Spirit of the Hero. She didn't look at Link in HW and become obsessed with him: she became obsessed with him specifically because he possessed the Spirit of the Hero. It changes things a bit when looking at his character in the game.

First, there's the question of what awakens the Spirit of the Hero. In the other games, there's a great evil on the horizon -- the incarnation of Demise's hatred, which doesn't necessarily mean Demise or even Ganondorf but the awakening of an evil influenced somehow by Demise's hatred -- which leads to a Hero being born. Evil stirs, the Hero is born, Evil acts, the Hero awakens to their destiny. In the case of HW, though, the only reason Cia attacks that era is because there was a Hero present. So what sparked the birth of this Hero? If this Link wasn't born, then Cia would have targeted another Hero. Considering she was interested in the Spirit, not the person, I don't think age would have been a factor, so any of the other Heroes would be open targets. Cia didn't need to go after an awakened Hero, though. Instead, this specific Hero was born (looking remarkably like the Hero from the SS comic with his pretty scarf and such) and becomes Cia's target. So does more than the curse cause the birth of a Hero? If so, was this particular Link set up as a target? Or are the Heroes set up with specific destinies? Just Like OoT!Link is connected with Ganondorf and Majora, was this Link's soul somehow connected to Cia's? How does it work?

Which leads to the next issue: the challenges and pros inherent to mortality. In most cases, the Heroes have a choice in their destiny. Can they be pushed? Guilted? Strongly encouraged? Yes. However, in the games, one of the first things you do is choose to pick up the sword. You pick up the weapon. You start on your path. Link in almost every other scenario gets to go, "I want to save these people. I want to save the princess. I want to save Hyrule." In HW, while Link has the option to choose to fight or not, he would be targeted by Cia regardless because he was born with the Spirit of the Hero. He does choose to become a Knight and fight, though, which awakens the Triforce and puts him right in Cia's path. Pro to mortality: freedom of choice. HW-specific con: even with that freedom, being born with the Spirit put a bullseye on Link's back.

Another con of mortality, one presented in multiple games: the dangers of corruption. Link is a mortal, albeit a powerful mortal, who through his role as Hero regularly deals with divine objects. In most games, he deals with at least one piece of the Triforce and the Master Sword. The Triforce is not a symbol of good: it is a symbol of harmony: Power, Courage, and Wisdom in balance. If it had some sort of inherent morality, then someone like Demise reaching it wouldn't be such a big deal. Unfortunately, that's not the case. Link's Triforce is just insane power. Combine that with handling the powerhouse of the Master Sword, among all of the other things Link deals with, and you have a mortal who is dealing with one hell of a threat and burden. The Hero is repeatedly warned against falling to that darkness and has to fight against symbols of his darkness, ie, Dark or Shadow Link. This is a vulnerability most others won't have to deal with. He is a mortal struggling with the weight of immortal, powerful objects and needs to not lose himself to them.

Now combine that threat of corruption with the emphasis on the Spirit of the Hero which occurs in HW. With the other games, the threat is Link being corrupted. In HW, Cia's target is the Spirit of the Hero. Link's just the pretty package. If she succeeded, Link would be corrupted, but so would Cia's target: the Spirit of the Hero. There are a couple implications connected to that: what happens when you corrupt something as ancient and powerful as the Spirit of the Hero, something blessed by multiple spirits and deities and something literally older than Hyrule itself? Something which has the ability to turn the tide of battle against impossible odds? When no Hero arose once, the Goddesses responded by flooding the world. When Link slept(?) for a hundred years in BotW, no one, no matter their ability, was able to replace him. The Calamity remained unchallenged and untouched for that century, with even Zelda's powers limited to just holding the Calamity. That's a lot of power to corrupt... and that can also be one hell of a boon to Ganondorf. If not just Link but the Spirit was corrupted, how would that affect the Cycle of Hatred? Cia would have her obsession and the Spirit could not be incarnated into a new Hero to fight against Ganondorf. One hell of a win there... literally.

WW proved that if it came right down to it, a Hero could forcibly step up by fulfilling their own Hero's Journey. After all, even the initial Hero had to come from somewhere. But that would be an insane blow against Hyrule and the Royal Family. That would also be an insane amount of power available to Ganondorf. No opposition and all of the power inherent in a corrupted Spirit of the Hero. Oof.

If you view HW as canon with its focus on the Spirit of the Hero over the Hero himself, it does lead to some interesting questions regarding the role played by the Spirit, what happens if something happens to the Spirit, and the the lines between the Spirit and the Hero himself.

...hey, The Legend of Zelda and Philosophy book, why don't you focus on these questions instead of the stupid ones you went over? Bastards.

[beyondtheglowingstars]

Don't give up on me

Pairing: Hyrule x GN reader Word count: 2.4k WARNING(S): Angst and some blood (not really graphic) General info: Hyrule didn't know where he was. He was confused and afraid. All he needed was for you to be okay.

Hyrule opened his eyes slowly, finding himself in a disorienting pitch dark. A cool breeze ran through the air, provoking goosebumps and a shiver, but not quite cold enough to make the brunette uncomfortable. He rose up from the smooth, chilly stone-like surface beneath him, taking a few seconds to still his form.

Such a strange place to wake up in. So dark he couldn't even see his own body. What concerned him the most was the uncanny aura spread around him. So subtle but ever so present, and once you picked up on it, it was impossible to ignore.

Something was amiss, the eerie silence in the area let him know that much; but he didn't know exactly what was wrong yet.

Eventually, his confused brain spun the gears enough times and he remembered he was traveling with a group. His brothers, his dear family, and you. The feeling of realization washed over him harsher than having a bucket of icy water poured over his figure, momentarily freezing his body in place as he inhaled again after unconsciously halting his breathing. He took multiple deep breaths, but the actions barely relieved his state of concern. Whatever was clouding the air around him sapped every ounce of courage he was supposed to have, and he hated it. It made him feel as, if not more, insignificant than he did in his first adventure.

The traveler took a couple shaky steps forward, looking in every direction in hopes of spotting some sort of light source to give him a clue.

“Hello?” He called out with a crack in his voice, clearing his throat to better vocalize and legs moving in conjunction to bring him to a jog in the direction he was facing.

“Is anyone there?!” His voice became louder, panic overtaking his words.

“ANYONE?!” His throat stung at his forced shout, but unfortunately for him, there was no reply.

A sound of frustration left the hero’s lips, but he didn’t give up on calling for an ally that might be hiding in the dark. After several minutes, he stopped to catch his breath. His fear didn’t ease, but rather worsened by the second due to the seemingly endless blanket of black. Until he heard a sound akin to that of a living being.

His stomach rapidly fell into an invisible pit inside of him when his ears picked up on the sound, breaking into a run, headed to where he thought the noise originated from. In mere seconds, he was able to hear more of what sounded like another person; the sounds of distress from said person putting him on edge. Cries signaling great pain, a fragile state. What rattled his already agitated mind was how he swore he knew that voice; he had heard it before, it was familiar. But he couldn’t put his finger on whom it belonged to.

His limbs began to shake, running form unstable and he faltered but was able to correct his stance before he met the ground. He called out to this person, possibly the loudest he’s ever shouted before. But there was no reply, almost like they couldn’t hear him.

Link kept pushing through his body’s limit, his legs ached from exhaustion and lungs felt like they were set ablaze, but he didn’t care. He yelled a question at the mysterious voice once again, as loud as last time but there wasn’t an answer this time either. He was beginning to lose his patience. It sounded like he was so close to finding them, and with how much he’s run, he should have surely found them by now. But before he could tug at his own hair from stress, he spotted a faint glow similar to that of a lantern burning out.

Faster than Hyrule could process, the light suddenly flashed a blinding white that forced him to cover his eyes; the glare engulfed the space around for several seconds, and once the harsh brightness died down, the traveler opened his eyes and found himself in a forest. A cloudless sky above, the wildlife sung with enthusiasm, the plants lush and healthy. It wasn't too different from the forests he regularly traversed, but many differences made it too perfect to be real life. Would have been a beautiful moment to appreciate if not for the urgency at hand.

He was convinced he had been through this forest before, there was no sure way of telling how true was that suspicion, but a feeling in his gut told him he wasn’t wrong. The brunette swallowed thickly, icy sweat drops running on the back of his head and neck.

He wasn't too far away from the person he was looking for, spotting them in a semi-open area without many plants or trees nearby. The mysterious figure knelt with one hand on the ground to steady themselves, while their other hand was coated with dark red and pressed against their abdomen in what he guessed was an effort to stop some of the bleeding. The hero loudly gasped once he recognized the person.

He felt like he had seen that exact same scene before; that same position you took, the same pained sounds, the same place. His heart nearly shattered before he broke into a sprint towards your wounded form with newfound vigor. He knelt beside you, placing a shaky hand on your back and his other one on your shoulder.

“It’s me! (Y/N), it’s me! What happened?! Talk to me!” He hadn’t realized just how out of breath he was until he opened his mouth to speak and was barely able to voice the thoughts in his mind.

Link prepared his magic to transfer it to his hands, eyebrows scrunched together when he didn't feel anything coming out. He concentrated as best as he could, giving his plan another go, but it resulted in another unsuccessful effort. Your choked coughs exacerbated the hero’s worried mental state, convinced that he had to give his magic another try.

His muscles tensed at both his internal and external exertion to make as much of a glimpse of magic project out of his system. Nothing happened. He closed his hands into fists and he let out a strained groan, heavy with impotence.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Don’t worry, it's gonna be fine!” Voice breaking thanks to the tight knot inside his throat.

Link searched his person for his bag, a bottle, anything that could hold a healing item; but he came up empty-handed. His already racing heartbeat increased speed, his hands looked for any belongings on your body, he began shaking like a bunny when he wasn’t able to find what he was looking for on you either. And to make matters worse, he now had to assist in holding your upper body upright, or else you’d fall to the ground. Some of your minor injuries painting his clothes red and brown from the blood dripping out of them.

“D-Do you have any potions?” He practically clutched your arm, anxiously awaiting your reply. He gave you a few seconds to respond before he opened his mouth again.

“Why won’t you talk to me?! (Y/N)!” Desperation won and overwhelmed him, lightly shaking your body, hoping that he could force a reply out of you.

His words fell on deaf ears and it almost drove him insane. The corners of his eyes clouded with an excess of tears, running down his cheeks just like an upset river. Hyrule looked up at the sky with a frown, screaming with everything he had been holding inside up until that point. A scream powered by intense emotions, guttural and filled with anguish.

He knew what helplessness felt like. He knew that mocking frustration that came forth whenever he had been unable to do something crucial to change an outcome. The first time he experienced it made him feel so small and powerless, the feeling engraved into his mind. It was like he was taken back many years to the past and he was no more than a kid once again, experiencing all these vivid, devastating emotions all at once, for the first time; except they came back tenfold this time around.

“Don’t leave me!” All his strength had left him with that pained shout, his volume close to a whisper.

Your body couldn’t hold itself up anymore, fully slumping against Hyrule.

“Link, where are you? Why would you leave me?”

The brunette’s body instantly stilled once he heard your mumbles, not believing his ears.

“I’m here! I’m with you!”

He prayed to the Goddesses and any other higher being that you could hear him this time, a seedling of hope planted itself inside him.

“Where did you go, Link? Where could you be?” Your voice weaker, your life force slowly slipping away.

The feeling of hope left Hyrule just as quick as it had entered him. He was so lost, so devastated and he didn’t know what to do anymore. Right before he was about to burst into tears, he heard you begin muttering his name like a mantra. Becoming louder with each word leaving your mouth, until he felt an indescribable sensation begin to take over him, almost like he was losing consciousness.

The traveler awoke in a cold sweat, shooting upright from his bedroll into a sitting position. His racing heart felt like it could shoot right out of his chest from how hard it drummed inside him, demanding more oxygen and forcing him to gasp to catch his breath. He felt someone shaking him from his shoulders while calling his name, he turned his head to see who it was. His eyes landed on yours, and he couldn’t help the tears pouring out of his eyes, breaking into quiet sobs. You squeezed his shoulders reassuringly.

“Hey, Link. It’s okay-” You almost didn’t have time to finish as Hyrule threw himself at you in a firm hug, burying his face on your chest and dampening your clothes with his tears and snot.

One of your hands rubbed his back, while your other one pressed his body closer to yours. Hyrule ended up climbing on your lap while curled up into a ball, just as if he were a kid while you whispered soothing words into his ear. Time was on night watch that day, he picked up on the commotion and was about to come over before you shook your head dismissively, letting him know that you had it covered and he nodded in acknowledgment.

The wretched images embedded themselves in Hyrule’s mind; he tried with all his might to push them aside, think about anything else for his own sanity. The visions didn’t cease, and they pushed forward a memory that had been demanding it be remembered this whole time. Terror flashed on the hero’s eyes as he recalled the happening that had haunted his sleep.

The arms around your torso held you tighter but not uncomfortably so. Link whimpered loudly, his state got worse and he could only muffle his crying on your clothes. Images so clear now, almost like he teleported himself back to that moment in time.

He remembered how he saw a monster land a strong hit on you out of the corner of his eye, the way your already frayed form fell to the ground, a puddle of blood steadily forming underneath you. The following details fuzzy and imperfect, except for how the sounds of battle were muted and the monsters he had been fighting were no longer there; he had run as fast as his legs could manage towards you as he impaled the cursed creature that took you down before it could harm you any further. How you had looked at him with a look of pure admiration and shock as he came to your rescue, when he cursed his existence as he found no healing items available as he knelt beside you.

Oh how afraid he was when he saw you cough a hefty amount of blood after you attempted to speak, determination flowing from him as he concentrated as much magic as he could into his fingers. The exhaustion weakened his body as his adrenaline was no longer at its peak and his own wounds made themselves present and he contested to retain control over his body to continue transferring the effects of the spell to your body. His ferocious headache further deteriorating his health, he gave you the last amount of magic he could offer before he was falling on his side, to the ground. He couldn't remember anything else after that. He must have been so afraid of what could have happened to you after he blacked out that his concern manifested as a horrible nightmare.

“You’re fine, Link.” Your voice brought him back from his trance, his pacing mind relaxing once he accepted the truth in your words.

A minutes pass by and his breathing calmed down, his sobs died and he was no longer clutching you as if his life depended on it.

“Are you feeling any better?”

The brunette simply nodded into your chest.

“I’m so glad that you’re here.” His lips shifted into a smile that you couldn’t see. And he really was beyond overjoyed that you remained in one piece when he woke up.

“You saved my life, thank you.” Your words genuine and truly grateful at the risk the hero took for you.

Your lips placed a light kiss on Link's head, his cheeks flared up from the unexpected action, but he accepted the gesture with a grin nonetheless. A chuckle left his mouth as he basked in the sickeningly sweet comfort he found himself in.

“You should go back to sleep, you need it.” You carefully maneuvered Hyrule back onto his bedroll, very slowly letting go of him and about to completely separate yourself from him; but he didn’t let you, bringing you back to him.

“Stay, please.” His voice showed a hint of sadness, tugging at your heartstrings.

You couldn’t deny a plea like that, and so you made yourself comfortable against him. Hyrule fixed his position as well, snuggling his face on the crook of your neck. Your fingers dug in his fluffy, chocolate locks; caressing his head with all the tenderness in the world. It didn’t take long before the hero’s breathing softened, evidently asleep. You rested your cheek on the top of his head, fatigue finally won the battle and your eyelids felt heavier each second, the gentle sounds of nightlife ended lulling you into your own peaceful sleep.

[needfantasticstories]

No need to post if you don’t want to, but wanted to say I really like this point. I’ve spent hours combing books and lore to try to get things right because you never know who will point out it’s wrong. For something that’s a hobby, that’s often too much work for casual fans/writers.

And personally, I like having my own takes on the character vs sticking to canon or the comic

I'll go ahead and preach to the choir, lol.

Your art has made me THINK. Has made me incorporate new ideas. It's been an absolute joy to watch you develop your Wing Bois AU and the thought behind the process and the JOY you're getting out of it is CONTAGIOUS and I feel like that's part of the fun, part of the point.

So yeah, I'll try and make sure I'm more considerate with tags, and once again MAD respect to all content makers and sharers. Let's PLAY!

More nonessential jabbering below the cut:

LU became more fun when I started to create my own fics rather than get mad about running out of ones to read. I learned fast that I have unusual tastes (specific flavors of angst) and that I wasn't alone, and that reading and collaborating with other authors is hella fun and teaches me a ton.

We all know how hard it is to "get into" this fandom. But that's supposed to be FUN, not a test. It's a million Easter Eggs we get to hunt. And we are SO SPOILED with a glut of content! It's AMAZING! (and with challenges like whump/fluff, or course there will be shorthand for characters and dumbing things down/glossing over and ignoring some dynamics and facts because we've only got a month and we need to write 28-31 fics! I only got halfway through)

I love squishy Hyrule as much as a good feral-enough-to-bite-a-man's-fingers-off Hyrule. Mine will eventually shove pottery shards into an enemies eyes when he's run out of other weapons, and then he'll cry in Legend's arms because I like it when he's both! And you can justify so much! Like what if he becomes squishy because he's gotten comfortable with having so many others who can help him chill for a change, and he discovers when he's relaxed for more than a few hours, for the first time, he is deep down kind of squishy and affectionate! Or that he hates it! It's fun to explore them. Each character version is a new dungeon to examine. Familiar isn't bad, nor is new. I love traumatized, I love not traumatized.

I'm guilty of having preferences, but heck, I've learned to embrace some of the angles I didn't like at first because I learned new details, or an author introduced a justification I could buy into and I loved it. I never would have shipped Rav and Legend, but I'm glad for all those who did so now I can enjoy MORE ships, depending on my mood or the direction of the story. And sometimes we make these boys a bit weaker than they are in their games because they're so stinking powerful, and we need them to question themselves.

[yanderes-galore]

Thank you ^^ and could I get prompts 5,9, and 14 from the yandere prompt list you made with yan!ganondorf from the legend of Zelda? Thank you in advance

Sure! No specific Zelda game so I kept it general. Implied to be either Ocarina of Time or Twilight Princess, though. I do love him as a villain... I just wish I could write him right-

Yandere! Ganondorf Prompts 5, 9, 14

"Manipulation? No, dear, I'm just encouraging you!"

"The wound in your leg serves as a lesson, does it not?"

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Forced kissing, Blood, Murder, Amputation, Kidnapping, Degrading behavior, Abuse of power, Forced relationship, Sadism, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Swearing, Ganon's a cruel man obviously.

Ganondorf is a cruel king. He'd overthrown the old ruler and took over all of Hyrule. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time....

A simple servant is what you were. One that treated everyone in the castle with kindness. An innocent quality Ganondorf wished to taint.

In his mind, you were easy to break. A fragile being that would easily break in his hands. You were something to claim...

So a servant such as you became a cute pet for the dark king.

You weren't given freedom. You were treated better than other servants left over from the previous king, but freedom was unheard of. Ganon might as well slap a collar on you, the idea of keeping someone like you exciting for him.

He both tainted your bright and promising light, yet preserved it. He wanted to keep your kindness... but only for him. Only he could have you.

He has everything he could ever want. Power, the heroes dead, a land where he could control whatever and whoever within it!

Yet when he sees you he's overcome with wanting. He wants to break you. He wants you to roll over like a pet for him, expose to him your most sensitive spots so he can make you obey your king.

Ganon is also a very impatient king. He's quick to anger and if some creature tried to harm you... or some other servant tried to speak with you... his favorite?

Their deaths are swift at his hands.

He'd kill them in front of you if he felt you needed the message. Then he'd put on a facade of being concerned for you. It wasn't his jealousy that made him kill them.

He just wanted you safe.

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!"

An obvious lie falls from his lips. One that's ironic when he shoves you onto his lap, hands bloodied from whatever or whomever he's slain. How were you supposed to believe him?

Ganon took over your home. He killed all your friends. He's the most dangerous being alive and ruling Hyrule.

But Ganon acts like he's protecting you from the world?

Your home has gone to shit because of him. There's nothing to defend you against! The only danger is him.

Ganon is a pathological liar. A manipulator that carelessly tosses together lies, thinking you're dumb enough to believe him. If you believe him or not doesn't matter...

As long as he gets to keep you on his lap, mouth shoved into your neck, he's doesn't care what you think.

You're his either way.

Then when your pretty mouth asks questions. When you say he's manipulating you? He swallows his anger and gives you another lie.

"Manipulation? No, dear, I'm just encouraging you!"

He feeds you lie after lie. He expects you to listen to him. If you don't, he'll show you what he's capable of.

He'll slay those who oppose him in front of you. He'll force you to look outside, eyes meeting a world of darkness. He'll tell you leaving him is pointless.

You'll miss his twisted affection...

If you ran then he'd hunt you to the ends of Hyrule, slaughtering anyone who keeps you from him, just to drag you back to the dark castle he resides in.

Defiance is not overlooked.

He hates your defiance when it shows itself. You talk back to him? You run away? Pain is in your future.

It's impossible to keep secrets from him.

Someone will tattle. Someone will rat you out to him to escape his wrath. They'll meet it in the end...

Yet you aren't forgiven.

The king corners you during an escape attempt. Perhaps you decided to test your luck and leave him. A horrendous decision...

A decision deserving of a fitting punishment.

Your eyes grow wide when he pulls his sword. You squeal pleas, cowering like the coward he knows you are. Disobedience will not be tolerated.

Who says you needed your leg anyways?

And so, he strikes

"The wound in your leg serves as a lesson, does it not?"

He says it so coldly, watching your leg gush blood onto the ground. He'd normally grin at your pain. A lesson to learn for later....

He's too overcome with rage to laugh at you.

This is a lesson you'll be unable to forget. You keep crying in pain when he sheathes his sword, calling for someone to patch you up. He'll give you time to rest...

But you're never getting rid of him.

As you rest from the lesson he taught, he visits your room. He sits by your bed and just watches. You don't look at him... he's feigning sympathy.

"I give you everything, only to have you run."

Even now he lies to your face.

"Your place has always been in this castle. You can't even serve in this state now. That's your fault, you know."

You feel your breathing become uneasy.

"... I still want you. I've grown too attached to get rid of you."

He turns you to look at him, holding you to his armored chest.

"You should know your place by now. Consider just losing your leg my mercy."

His grip is tight, another warning. What other choice did you have? You can't afford to lose anything else-

[blueberryfruitbat]

so. out of the blue (haha) but brain has been ROTTING over my OCs as of late. and i might be drawing a few in the upcoming weeks eheheheheh... This lad is a very old OC and anyone interested about his history can read under the cut if they want... Content warning: Art from when i was a stupid little teenager.

So... This is Calian, a Zelda oc ive had since i was 15 not even joking. Back during a playthrough of Twilight Princess a friend and I made a joke about some random dude being the opposite of link in that game. Just an evil asshole who got twilighted into being a cat, then it devolved into a complete joke character of an evil Ganon obsessed catboy mage that just HATED everyone's guts.

His original design made in like 2016. So fast-forward to 2017, BotW releases in my birthday month! I get it on my Wiiu because that friend and I swapped Skyward Sword and BotW since they didn't have a Wiiu but got it from a friend. Botw introduced the Yiga, and BOY did i jump on that concept, i already had a very evil, loyal to Ganon OC just sitting there, so boom, man became a Yiga.

Artfight Ref from ~2018

from there I finally started developing his story. He started becoming more than just "heehoo evil catboy", he became a what used to be a Sheikah (Sheikah design has been lost to PC changes, but did at one point in his life have the white hair. As well as his name now fitting the Sheikah's naming scheme of fruit and vegetables, [Calian = Scallion]).

He was completely absorbed and obsessed with unlocking long lost magic from the golden ages of Hyrule. Going mad into his studies so much so he began using unpracticed magic on himself turning him into the heehoo catboy. He was caught practicing this magic and banished because he had become immoral in his pursuits, willing to test magic on himself and others with little care. Eventually finding a place in the Yiga clan to carry out his studies,

Then for a while thats just how he was for a bit...

THEN TEARS OF THE KINGDOM CAME OUT AND GAVE US ZONAI AND MY FURRY ASS BRAIN LOOKED AT THEM AND WENT "WELP CALIAN IS THAT NOW."

Recent Design 2023 His story basically stayed the same, just now instead of being obsessed with general magic he became obsessed with the Zonai. Craving their magic and godly power he strived to meld his body into that of one to obtain even just a fraction of their power. While he succeeded in changing physical form into a Zonai he lacks many of their defining characteristics, such as the third eye and those long sought godly powers. Though his physical change still gave him a kind of power, while not being as strong as a true Zonai he still has passable magical skills that when not under much scrutiny can easily fool the untrained eye. Allowing him to pass himself off as a real Zonai and gain power and favor in the seedier parts of the Yiga. After all, its easy to pretend you're a part of a long gone race when barely anyone remembers them and their full capabilities, just make a few objects float and scribble some runes, its enough to convince a few meatheads you're the genuine article.

[shade-pup-cub]

Febuwhump 2024, Day 5: Legend & Warriors - Rope Burns

Fandom: LOZ/Linked Universe

With memories haunting his dreams, Legend goes for a needed walk that leads him to the ocean. His Mer curse was wanting to be used, but when Warriors comes looking for him, it isn't only Legend who has eyes on the Captain. Sirens lurked just under the surface.

CW: slight blood, minor injuries, mild language (its Legend... its gonna happen)

Just like the rest of the Chain, Legend had secrets. They had only recently found out about Wolfie being Twilight, though he already knew. Only Twilight and Sky knew of his pink rabbit form, but no one knew of the curse laid on him and it was itching to be used.

He kept away from water for a reason, grumbling every time someone splashed him. It wasn’t what he turned into that he hated, it was the transformation part itself. It was painful in a way that only the Old Man and Twilight would understand.

They had once again landed in another unknown era between heroes and they guessed this one was right after the flood that Wind talked about since there seemed to only be clusters of islands all around, no civilization to be seen.

Legend had woken from his restless sleep that was filled with dreams of a girl with red hair and a voice that was so sweet. There was no going back to sleep when she showed up in his dreams, so he stood quietly to make his way to the person on watch.

Warriors gave a small smile as he approached. “Can’t sleep?”

“Nope. I’m going to go for a walk, clear my head.”

The Captain’s brow furrowed with worry at that. “Need some company? My shift ends in less than an hour.”

“I’m a big boy, Cap. I can handle a simple walk by myself.”

“Legend.”

“Warriors.”

“If you aren’t back in an hour, I’m going to come looking for you.”

Legend waved him off as he made his way through the entanglement of bodies that were still asleep.

Wind was Starfished partly on Sky, who was smiling in his sleep, Sail Cloth tucked under his chin. Four and Hyrule were still back to back where Legend had left them. He had been on the other side of Hyrule to make sure the young teen knew that he was safe as he slept.

On the other side of camp, Time was laid on his back, Wild under his right arm and the blue tunic secured in his fist. Twilight- Wolfie at the moment- was draped over Wild’s legs and hip. The group had found out the hard way that Wild sleepwalks and he had gotten into some dangerous situations while doing so. Thus Twilight and Time made it their duty to keep him where he slept.

Legend fondly shook his head, though he would never admit to caring about this group of crazy heroes. Caring meant attachment. Attachment meant parting. Parting meant pain. Legend had too much of that in his life already, he didn’t want it with his companions.

Breaking through the treeline he took a deep breath of the salt in the air. The sand was not normal to him or the others since it was black sand and when it was stepped on near the water, it glowed in blue and purples with micro life. Where there was such beauty, there was always danger.

He walked the shore, past a few rock formations that stuck out into the water. He chose to go further down the coast where a cavern was visible due to the low tide. Looking around one more time to make sure no one had followed him, he took off his tunic, cap and boots, leaving him in his shorts. The water was warm to his surprise and he allowed himself to enjoy it, a purr like humm leaving his chest.

With some hesitation, he sat in the deepest part of the water that still hid him behind the rocks. He bit the inside of his palm when the curse took hold. The transformation of two legs becoming one tail and fins was the most excruciating pain he had ever felt. Bones were broken and reformed, scales grew out of the thick skin. Gills formed and opened up along his ribs while his hands became webbed. His eyes were a bit fogged from the protective film over them, but it would clear when he went under water.

Everything about him was dramatic and beautiful. The gold and pinks with an accent of black shimmered in the water and he admired his long flowy tail once the pain subsided.

Not even thinking about how long he had been gone, he froze in fear when he heard Warriors calling out his name.

“Legend? Leg?”

He sat up in the water that came up to his chest, debating on swimming a little ways out or crawling back onto the sand. Going back on to the sand would give him his legs back, but with the cost of a pain. No doubt Warriors would hear that.

“Vet, where did you go?” Warriors was getting too close.

There was a splash in the water that caught Legend’s attention since there hadn’t been any disturbances since he left camp. It clearly held Warriors attention too as Legend peeked around the rocks to see what it was. Warriors walked out to the tip of the rock formation, peering into the water curiously as he went to one knee.

Black, long, silky hair was seen first, then the pale skin. The voice of the person was hypnotic and loring as they sang. A hand from under the water came up to touch Warriors cheek, brushing hair back from his eyes.

‘How is it that everywhere we go, this dumb Pretty Boy attracts-’ Legend cut off his thoughts. That wasn’t just a woman in the water…

“WARS, NO!” Legend hollered out to warn the other, but Warriors was too far gone into the spell of the Siren that now had her lips to the Captains.

Effortlessly, Wars was pulled into the rising water by slender arms around his neck and Legend knew how these things ended. He wasn’t going to let one of his bro- fellow heroes be another victim to the creatures lurking below.

He pushed off the rocks to get into deeper water, wishing he had done it sooner or just agreed to the company in the first place so this would have been prevented. Submerged fully, he kicked his tail to propel him to the depths where Warriors was being dragged down to. The fact that there were six Sirens all twirling around Wars didn’t falter him and neither did the fang filled mouths or the hisses that greeted him.

Two of the Sirens, each carrying a single head spear, screeched in a high frequency before moving in to attack the invading hero. Weaponless, Legend dove deeper, hoping to swim under all the action before rocketing up, snatching Warriors and getting the hell out of the infested waters. Of course that is not what happened.

Instead, a spear was launched towards him at frightening speed, clipping his side. Red mixed with blue water, but he didn’t have time to think about it as the Siren who cut him was gaining on him. He looked to the spear that was sticking up from the sand below. Legend raced for it, gills rapidly drawing in water for the oxygen needed.

Both hands gripping the thick spear, he spun around, swiping the first monster away. The second one didn’t have time to slow down and he used that to his advantage. He thrusted the spear upwards, impaling the second Siren through the chest.

The first one grabbed the end of the spear, then Legend’s arm. He gave a swift punch to the nose and used his tail to batter it away. His spear thoroughly stuck, he tried to pry the dying Siren’s weapon from its hand with no luck. Gnashing teen headed for his neck, he pivoted the spear he was still fighting for to the side, catching the original bastard like he had with the other.

A split second thought of twisted humor came to mind, ‘Looks like Wild’s fish skewers.’ The sound of clicks and whistles brought him back to reality though.

There were four more of those monsters swirling around Warriors as he stayed under their charm, all trying to get him to their nest, wherever that was. Legend was going to have to play this carefully. Sirens needed a fresh kill to feed off of and every time they kissed Wars, it was a breath of air to his lungs and caused him to be paralyzed by the spell. Take that away at the wrong time and he was going to drown.

Stick to the plan.

Legend used the ocean’s sandy floor for cover, stirring it up into a murky mess. He pushed off the sandy floor, dodging the Sirens and grabbed Warriors under his arms. He could see the light from the moon dancing on the surface of the water, heart hopeful that he was about to breach with the Captain in tow.

Claws dug into the meat of his tail, opening it up some for the salt water to pour into. He screamed and wished he could join the bubbles upwards that left him. Another set of claws grabbed his largest fin, slicing it into two sections. That would cause a problem with swimming.

The other two Sirens had swam above the heroes and Legend looked around for anything of use. He should have thought about it sooner, but he hadn’t. Warriors never went anywhere without his sword that was currently strapped to his back. Legend pulled it and tried to push the Captain out of harm's way towards the surface. A part of him almost begged that one of the Sirens would take him again if it meant he was given air. And one of them did.

Sword in hand, Legend curled back downwards and the blade caught the nearest Siren across the face, making it bellow in pain, but also made it let go. One attacked from behind, jolting him forward and it latched its teeth onto his shoulder like the Zoras in his era always tried to do when he got near or in the rivers. He angled the sword over his shoulder, praying he didn’t stab himself as he thrusted the sword through the Siren’s skull.

The one that he got across the face was back with two ropes in hand, one tossed to the one Siren that wasn’t “attending” to Warriors, who hadn’t moved a muscle in nearly ten minutes. Dodging the attempts to be roped, Legend kept charging the two creatures. When he would, that one would flee, the other rounding around his backside.

He lunged one more time, sword oh so close to evening the numbers, but he had gotten ahead of himself. The one behind him slammed into his back and wrapped its rope around his hips, pulling it tight before getting out of range of the sword that whipped around.

Legend roared in anger, eyes locking with the monster in front of him. He raised the sword up to cut the rope, but he dropped it due to the second rope wrapping around his throat. His hands automatically went to grapple with the newest one as he began being pulled backwards away from Warriors. He could still breath nearly perfectly with the ropes where they were since his gills weren’t interfered with, but that didn’t make it any less uncomfortable or difficult.

A flash of blue in the corner of his vision and he saw the lone Siren pulling Warriors into the darkness of the ocean. Panic and determination swirled in his veins, pumping adrenaline through him. He pulled against his foes with no care to the ropes digging into his skin, making it raw. He could care later for the rope burns, they had stocked up on poisons before the last portal appeared. He could care for all of his injuries once Warriors was back on dry land and these things were killed for targeting him in the first place.

The ropes were pulled taunt, now cutting deep into his skin to the point that he was sure that his skin would break and bleed. He still didn’t care, he needed to get to Wars, but the more he fought the further that seemed to get. He reached one last time towards the fading image of blue and tan, but it disappeared. Desperately he pulled more, black dots filling the outer parts of his vision.

He finally let his body go limp, giving the rope some slack. He floated there for a moment, bringing back his sight and oxygen rich blood to his brain. Though he floated, he never let go of the rope that was in his left hand at his neck. He kept his eyes mostly closed as the Sirens swam closer, most likely seeing if he was still alive.

A shadow passed over him, halting in front of his face and a clawed cold hand tilted his head from side to side. A few clicks that were moving away told him it was time. He moved quickly to wrap the ropes in both hands as he looped the section between his hands around the leaving Siren’s neck. His gills were on his ribs, but theirs were right below their ears, allowing him to effectively strangulate the monster.

Legend was pulled through the water as the Siren thrashed to get free. It tried to plow him into the underwater rock formations, drag him through the sand to disorient him, but he was relentless on his hold and his mission to get Warriors back. Who knew what was happening to him.

‘Oh look, sword!’ he thought as he was dragged across the sand next to it. Reaching a hand out he gripped the hilt, running the blade clean through between the shoulder blades in front of him. He never liked stabbing anything in the back, but Warriors was about to be out of time.

Getting a good breath in, sword still in hand, he followed the trail of bubbles, sand and the hint of blood. In this form, he was able to track the blood trail no matter how diluted it was. There was only one issue, his tail fins had holes torn into them from the fight. This was going to slow him down, reducing the clock for Wars even more.

“Fuck it!” Legend hollered at himself. He had been through worse, dealt with worse and made it, damn it! This was not going to cost a person's life. No matter how annoying and egotistical and stubborn Warriors was because Legend deep down cared and loved each and every one of those dumbass heroes that he has been so lucky to call his brothers!

He moved through the water like an apex predator hunting down its prey. He took in the scent of the blood trail through his gills, turning right, then left, diving under the reef's arch, another left then dove deeper down to where the water was darkest. There the nest laid and Warriors was about to be the sacrifice.

With rage and no plan, he pushed himself harder than ever, gaining speeds and ground. Seeing the one he had fought earlier protecting the other who was still dragging Warriors, Legend didn’t waste a second thought on barreling into it. The Siren seemed surprised by this and moved to get away, but Legend had no mercy to give it as he pierced the monster in the upper gut, knowing that was a slow way to go.

The final one that had taken part in the attack on the Captain looked back at him and dumped Warriors. Legend smirked, but it didn’t last long as he saw Warriors begin to wake from his spell. Legend swam to him, covering his mouth and nose so he wouldn’t take in water.

Wars first reaction was to fight, but Legend didn’t let go. “Hey, Cap, it’s me. It’s Legend. You’re safe now, but I need to get you to the surface. Do you understand?”

Warriors looked him over and nodded.

“Hang on to me.” After sheathing the borrowed sword, Legend gave him what would normally be a hug, letting the others arms go around his neck. Warriors could swim, but not as fast as Legend even with a damaged tail. He kept in the hiss from the tunic Warriors worn rubbing up against the damaged skin from the rope.

He made the turns to get back to where he had been, but with Warriors, who was bigger than him normally, he was weighed down. His muscles burned from the exertion to save the others' life before he couldn’t hold his breath any longer. That was approaching quickly as Warriors audibly struggled with spasming lungs that were in dire need of air.

“Hold on! We are almost there!”

Warriors let out a stream of bubbles and went limp in his arms, eyes rolling back.

“Cap? Stay with me!”

Seeing the moonlight on the water, Legend kicked his tail back and forth as hard as he could, begging for it to be enough. Breaching the surface, Legend turned Warriors still limp body around so they were back to chest. He looked for land, smiling from ear to ear when he recognized the island they had been on, fire in the distance. They had drifted a small distance closer than this nightmare had started.

Legend kept both arms around Warriors chest, only using his tail to make it to shore. The panic had truly set in as Warriors head lulled to the side, but not into the water speeding past them. Legend cupped the other man’s chin, redirecting it so he could breathe, only Warriors wasn’t breathing.

The landscape and the water no longer held the same beauty, nor did it call to Legend in the way it had when the curse was itching to be used. It was only hidden dangers that he couldn’t see.

The sharp rocks met him first, cutting his skin as the waves of high tide pushed and pulled them against the rocks. He struggled to keep Wars head up as another wave crashed over them, then threatened to rip the Captain from him. It was like the ocean was helping the Sirens to bring the nearly lost soul back to them.

He firmly gripped a rock that was almost out of arm's reach and used the incoming wave to surge them both forward. He tried to ignore the all-consuming pain as he pulled him and Wars up onto the sand, last rock carving a wound through his left set of gills, but he couldn’t as a scream was torn from his throat, tears falling from his eyes without permission to do so.

They finally made it to the shore, to the warm sand that changed colors when touched. To the sand that was now packing into his bleeding flesh. He let out another holler as he gave a last effort to pull Warriors up next to him. He placed a hand over Warriors mouth and nose-

“Cap?” Legend’s throat was raw and hoarse. He laid his head on the other’s chest to listen for any sign of life. Nothing. “Warriors, buddy, I need you to breathe.” He raked his knuckles over the too still of a sternum, trying to stimulate him to breathe.

“Shit. Shit! ” He hit Wars chest, nothing. Camp was in earshot surely and if he remembered correctly, Twilight was on third shift. “Help! Someone help!”

Legend would have done CPR, but he was beyond exhausted, unable to get up onto his hand and would be knees and still had too much water covering him to transform back. Though it was a curse, it was still magic. Magic that would drain him fully and not be able to call to anyone that was looking for them if he went back to his normal form, so he kept hit against Warriors chest over and over again, begging him out loud to wake up.

He didn’t hesitate to blow air into the others airways as he grew desperate. He would never forgive himself if Warriors died because of some dumb secret that the others wouldn’t have minded. He was just too stubborn and untrusting, yet Warriors had shown him full trust since the beginning.

Another breath.

Hit to the chest.

Another struggling breath.

Weaker hit to the chest. Legend was fading.

Warriors coughed, spewing water from his mouth. Legend let out a relieved sob, rolling Warriors to his side as best as he could.

In the distance were two figures that Legend could just make out as Wolfie and Time. “Over here!!” He felt the adrenaline dropping, darkness calling to him. He let out a soft, “Over here…”, placing a protective arm over Wars, then drifted to the sound of the waves and the warmth of the sand.

They were safe. Him and his brother were safe.

[cluelessmoose]

You Can Go No Further for the ask game

You Can Go No Further-

Wild Centric, in which his placement in the shrine was the Sheikah choosing to sacrifice their dying hero so his body could be tied to his cause by less kind means than loyalty.

OR

Wild doesn't have a choice when it comes to saving his kingdom, the same ancient power that lights his eyes and fuels the shrines leaving him little more than an unwilling puppet to wield the sword against the Calamity. He's made to be the perfect hero- scraps of the other Champion's powers strengthening him. Memories wiped to prevent any allegiance to anything but defeating Ganon and securing the last of Hylia's royal bloodline. Soul tied into his body with rules and guides and boundaries, all to make him the perfect, pliable hero.

Link doesn't matter, only his soul in his body with his abilities, and if they must be bent to breaking into the shape Hyrule needs him to be to survive, then so be it.

(Hylia's big picture and often sacrificial view of kingdom saving makes for a poor hero from the POVs of the Chain and between that and his reticence towards his duty (dislike of being mind-locked into action) and disregard for doing any more than the bare minimum (difficult to break free enough to engage more than is necessary per the magic binding him), Wild is rather unliked. It's not his fault that Hylia is a terrible hero, and that he can do nothing but be dragged along to her and the ancient magic's whims.)

This is all based on a specific tumblr post of breath of the wild fanart showing Link and the message that shows up in Breath of the Wild when you reach the edge of the map and hit the invisible wall- You Can Go No Further. Unfortunately, I cannot find it to link it, and not for lack of trying.

Wild cannot leave the kingdom, cannot ignore Ganon or monsters, cannot do anything but follow shrines to grow strong enough to kill his enemies. Cannot die, between the magic in his veins tying him to this fate, and he may have been proud, may have chosen it freely but for how it soured the instant it became chains anchored in his bones.

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He stands before them, bare-boned and crumbling and with his puppetted soul shining through his eyes. 

“What kind of hero are you, even?”

It is hissed like a curse, contempt in every word and slash of Warriors’ mouth as he spits it at Wild, eyes blazing as the taller hero looms over him. There is blood over the Captain’s tunic and glazing both their blades, monster dark compared to the incriminating crimson of Hyrule’s hands as he sits back from a too still body, trembling with what proves to be fury as his eyes turn to Wild. 

They’re all watching him, blame and judgement crushing his already sparse words within his lungs. Wild’s glowing gaze flicks from them to blink blankly back at Warriors, untouchable beneath the cottony shock, the lashing wound of a question too instantly grievous for him to register the devastation at first. 

What kind of hero…?

The worst kind. No hero at all. Worthless of any praise or pride. Nothing but a weapon in Hylia’s hand, guiltless by default. Nothing but a victim himself, and how can he save others when he’s-

Warriors turns away from his empty stare, cursing, and the lost feeling only deepens as the tangible hate thickens around him. There are no friends, here, and these heroes are only allies because the Goddess wills him through every portal, proving him a part of this mission even as he remains unable to fit in with the heroes. 

Wild stayed silent in the face of the accusation and in the days following, but the question continued to ring, echoed in every glare and frown and cold shoulder. 

What kind of hero are you, even?

A perfect one, by the highest authority on the matter. 

Hylia had ensured it to be so.

[vio-starzz]

Febuwhump Day 1!!! ~ Helpless

(Idk if this is actually it. I tried)

Characters: Wild, Dink, (mentions some of the other heroes.)

Ao3 Link here!

errrr… tw: Drowning, swearing (i dont…think theres more?)

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Stuck.

That’s exactly what they were, completely, stupidly, stuck.

Better yet! Fucked. They were fucked.

Chained against a wall, and restrained like some sort of monster. The shackles weighed them down so heavily, and the one around their neck was awfully suffocating. No matter what, it just felt as if it became tighter. They couldn’t speak, or move all that well, screaming is impossible when you’re muzzled like some sort of rabid dog…

But Wild isn’t a dog, they aren’t anything more than some “guy.” Hero didn’t feel right, and, well, neither did anything else: So just a “guy” it is.

Once again, the water rose a few inches, coming to their knees as if slowly taking its time till the inevitable. Wars would be disappointed to find them like this, hell, so would all the others. It’d just further strengthen how useless of a guy they were. How much of a burden it is having them trail along.

All they did right was cook! That’s the only reason they were allowed around the real heroes, so, it’s only right that after this mistake: They’d be kicked away? The heroes would force them back home, scold them in anger, it’d be all awful for everyone because Wild failed them, and that was bad on both ends. Wild tries hard not to be a failure, but they guess they always slip everything up.

No wonder–

Another loud bomb went off. Or, not everything that’s loud is a bomb… Something happened, it was loud, Wild didn’t like loud. Loud was bad.

Those sounds had been going off for a while now, it’s just the fact that the sounds have gotten closer that made it overwhelming…The water is up to their chest now. It’s flowing freely and openly, coming in so gently and quietly.

It…. It’s starting to dawn on Wild that the heroes aren’t going to find them.

Not in time, not like this.

They are NEVER going to find Wild alive.

….Shit.

The water was drowning them by this point, the loud noise drew closer: Yet, not close enough. Not enough to save what's too drowned by now.

The funny thing was how Wild didn’t try to resist it. They’ve drownt and been through eternal hell for a hundred years. Never breathing, never dying. They swore to never cascade that far into pain ever again. Never again will they wait those few seconds… Because seconds turned to minutes, then to years.

It’s why they never stayed underwater, in the lakes, rivers, or oceans of their own Hyrule. They hate the feeling. Hate the way their body screams and subconsciously wilts or curls underneath it.

They have to stay above, their head has to be above… Or they let go.

Fighting it never was fun, so, the moment it came, they breathed it in.

They let the awful taste and sensation fill their lungs… They let themselves drown.

Because at this point, as their eyes finally went numb, and their body relaxed from its tensed up state…? Nobody had the time to really save them. Nobody would put themselves through the water, to unchain and free some useless, pathetic, weak, guy.

They’d save a hero! But, not Wild.

Because again– The hero they’ve been called? Is dead.

No hero is as big of a failure as Wild is.

Wild will never be anything more… Than a failure.

Then a guy…. Even if that use of pronouns seems…

Wrong.

It all seems wrong.

Always has, always will.

Failures always look and seem wrong.

…

When their eyes flutter open desperately and they cough out an absolute shit ton of water as their lungs basically scream for air, it’s honestly not a pleasant feeling, as they gasp and heave through their unhappy lungs. Normally, as before, death is never that pleasant, so….. Wait.

They’re breathing?

They’re alive?

They look down, hands shaking.. But hands free? No more shackles? Freedom?

They’re free?!

But… How?

Already they’re sitting up, but instead of just looking at their hands this time: they allow their gaze to wander. To see whatever surroundings they lay upon, to make sure they aren’t back…

Yet, of course, it’s far too dark to adjust… Well, no? Wild’s always been good at seeing in the night, their eyes adjust quickly, instead, they’re sitting in a pitch black void. It’s not dark by lighting, but just the area itself is… It’s rather eerie.

Instead of being alone, however, they’re met by two very deceitful eyes. Dimly glowing red to even worse add onto the terrible chill that becomes present. The figure, red eyes, white hair, and fairly dark grey? Maybe almost black, skin. With, of course, a terrible grin….

If they weren’t fucked earlier, they’re fucked now, because to be fairly honest… Wild judges a book by its cover, and their judging on this guy is screaming ‘death’ and ‘bad.’

Stacked onto that, is just the inability to move. They try, but it’s like their limbs are locked in place. As if fear has been stuck to their brain, and it can’t move. They can no longer move.

They’re helpless, powerless… Oh, Hylia no…

The figure laughs with a cruel, heartless chuckle, as they move so steadily forward. Making the shadows crawl closer and closer with them.

‘Danger. Evil. Bad.’

Their mind is pleading to try and get away, but they can’t. They simply can’t move.

The figure, thing, monster, was in front of them now, grinning as they suddenly forced their hand through Wild’s chest, into their actual shattered and fragmented soul. Their actual… Soul?!

Giving them something as they do so, something painful and searing… It’s like being branded, but, god it feels so much worse. It’s unbearable, and Wild want’s nothing more than to make it stop.

That.. Damn triangle thing starts to actively burn and mark its way onto Wild’s skin, the thing Zelda has– All part’s glowing with the heat and pain, but they can’t scream.

They’re helpless.

The thing finally draws their hand back, the searing stops, the mark is gone now, and Wild can move!

Move as they crawl back quickly, curling in on themselves as they practically wither in their skin, the taste of blood crawling up into their mouth as they hate the texture and feel of the hand– Of their skin.

Is this what it’s like? Being utterly helpless and useless– Again!?

Just like hundreds of years ago. When they failed Zelda? Failed the whole entire kingdom? Failed their own mentors and heroes that came before them?

The thing just laughs, as if this was funny to their sadistic views… Which, it clearly is, as all it does in response, is whisper clearly despite so quietly two words..

“You’re mine.”

Even as they wake back up, crying and screaming, even as Wars quickly runs up to their side, and Hyrule, who was already there, starts trying to help them calm down, telling them “It’s okay now!” “Everythings alright!”

But Wild knows it isn’t. They’re that… thing’s.. Now.

Even as they don’t understand it well enough, they know they’re in danger now. They can feel Hylia even trying to calm them… But when they focus on Hylia, they sense that being as well…

They aren’t going to be okay, not anymore. Never again, will they be okay, or safe.

All they can do now is cry into Wars shoulder… Cherish the people they find as family when awake, because now? They know no dream will be the same. They know the water, and the drowning, wasn’t the dream. They still feel wet: So it was the heroes that saved them! It was their family… But, they don’t think they can tell their family about the monster that’s made its way into their head. They can’t fight this alone, but, they can hide it… Can’t they?

[bokettochild]

😅🥺🤡😈💖 i had to stop looking after the 5th because i wasn't gonna stop otherwise

😅 - What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

Well, the answer to that is actually one I really had fun writing! A Bride For Hyrule's Prince. See, when my friends found out I was a writer, one of the guys pestered me until I gave up my username, and that was the story he decided to read in order to judge my skill. He's a bit of a hick, and his take on my writing was not very favorable, and he kinda nitpicked his way through it while sending e screenshots of the parts he was on + reactions. I don't think he meant anything cruelly, but some of the comments hurt and now reading that one makes me queasy in remembence.

Lesson learned! Don't share with IRL friends!

🥺 - Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

I think every time i write a character lowering their guard and accepting others in, there's this little zing of delight that runs through me. Found Family is definitely my favorite trope if you haven't guessed :)

🤡 - What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I'm easily delighted by my own wit, but usually anytime I'm writing Four, one of the colors will say something out of pocket that catches me off guard. The one that sticks with me is the first time, In TBBU, when they're trying to puzzle out the timeline and somebody asks where, on the timeline, Wild would fall, and Blue's kneejerk response is "down every hill in Hyrule".

😈 - Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

The entire existence of the OC Gassun. He resembles Twilight, traumatized Warriors, and every time I write about him, I can almost hear certain readers bracing themselves for what tortures he'll cause next :)

💖 - What made you start writing?

Ooh! Tough one! So... I've been writing for about fifteen years now, and that basically means that I've been writing since I learned how too. Even before that though, my sisters and I engaged in story telling to each other, so the stories have been coming for as long as I remember. I did use to hate it though, because it was so tedious trying to get my hands to keep up with my head.

What really got me WRITING though, not just storytelling and trying to record it,was probably when I was 11 or so and we discovered the Redwall series by Brian Jaques. My sister went off on writing and I was impressed that actual people could write stuff too, so I tried it. My first novella was a piece of shit (still have it) and will never see the light of day (buried it in my hope-chest) but I had fun with it at the time. Since then, the words never stopped!

It sucks a bit, because my parents have been asking about my writing and I have nothing to show them (writing fanfiction) but maybe I'll finally write that novel I talked about as a kid and give it to them. They really did like my stuff before I became a fic writer.