#i mean... cucco

[vainartisan]

Happy 20th Anniversary to the Minish Cap! To celebrate, I've released the cross stitch pattern for the 5th "stained glass" as seen in the intro...

“A long, long time ago...

when the world was on the verge of

being swallowed by shadow...

The tiny Picori appeared from the sky, bringing the hero of men a sword and a golden light.

With wisdom and courage, the hero drove out the darkness.

When peace had been restored, the

people enshrined that blade with care.”

Here's "Enshrine the Blade", available now as a cross stitch pattern.

[luna-loveboop]

Totk Cucco Cave

Some of the cave and exploration stuff in Totk is so freaking arbitrary.

Like I was in kakariko village and saw some chickens running by me in the morning and just randomly decided to follow them and you know what those fucking chickens did? Led me on roundabout route over hills to a freaking chicken hideout cave. I’m not even kidding there were so many chickens in the “Cucco Hideaway Cave” like why Nintendo

“Yeah let’s make this cave really hard to find unless the player randomly decides to follow some fucking chickens running through the village lmaooo”

Edit: to be clear to people just now seeing this post and not the reblogs, this cave is actually part of a designated quest it’s not that hidden I just randomly found it early lol

[errorwarblesrr]

Oh well this is getting a little traction today lol

I wanted to post this but during my replay I found this gem so yes he is indeed canonically stinky and it isn't even the dog smell <3

THE HERO OF TWILIGHT IS CANONICALLY STINKY 🗣‼️‼️

[powdermelonkeg]

Trying to figure out TP Link's diet based on his environment.

Livestock-wise, we've got cuccos and goats. That means

Eggs

Milk

Butter

Cheese

Potentially meat, but I don't think they get eaten unless they're old. Too valuable otherwise | EDIT: Oh yeah you need to breed goats every couple years to get milk. Add in cabrito veal!

And we know for a fact that Ordon Goat Cheese specifically is a thing. Stamped wheel and everything.

There's also fish

And bees/hornets(? It's called bee larva, but the enemy is a Hylian Hornet)

Useful for bait, but Link can eat them.

Did some more research, and apparently in Japan they eat wasp larvae? Specifically in Kushihara. So I'm counting it.

Then plants-wise we have pumpkins

And...corn. Somehow. I've never seen corn growing, but Link has some hanging in his house, so it exists.

I'm choosing to believe it comes from these plants that grow in patches around Ordon.

That gives us a lot. We've got

Cornstarch

Cornmeal

Corn oil

Corn shoots

Pumpkin seeds

Pumpkin seed oil

Pumpkin flour

Pumpkin blossoms

No source of sugar, but depending on how the pumpkins in Ordon taste, they could be naturally sweet. Like pie pumpkins. Also corn syrup is a thing if it's a sweet corn. So corn syrup needs cream of tartar which comes from grapes and apples and such. It's a byproduct of wine. No corn syrup.

Edit: Malt sugar, though!

Now for hypothetical foods.

Ordon is surrounded by pine trees, so that adds pine needle tea and pine nuts to the mix. I was a little worried about species, but apparently there are a lot of pine trees that make edible seeds, so on the list it goes.

Then there are frogs near Rusl and Uli's house, wild songbirds on cliffs, and a squirrel that talks to Link directly, so those are huntable sources of meat.

Is horse grass a cattail? Maybe? Initially, I thought it was—the ends look like cattail seedpuffs, but the leaves are completely different.

I want to treat them like cattails. Cattails that also are probably the main food source for Epona and the goats.

If we do that, that means, on top of all the other uses cattails have like stuffing and tinder and antiseptic, we get

Roots

Shoots

Ground seeds

Can't find a good match for hawk grass though. Concluding that that's not edible. Equivalent exchange and all.

Side note, how do you think horse grass spreads? It's almost always in groups of two or more plants, so that suggests rhizomes, but the image of Link picking one up to blow and stuffing flying out the end of the horseshoe is hilarious to me.

Up next, there are ferns, primarily near trees. After very careful and way-too-deep analysis of a pixelated fern's leaves, I think it's bracken fern.

Which is mildly poisonous.

And also edible.

On the list it goes!

Then finally, Sera has some kind of herb hanging in her shop.

I don't know what it is. I'm calling it Ordon Spice. Congratulations, Ordon Pumpkin Spice is now a thing.

[nell0-0]

Could you possibly do a fic where the Chain meet Legend's cucco companion, Piyoko? I want to see their reactions to her :D

Sure thing! Sorry for the wait, but here it is ^^

Main characters: Legend, Four, Wild, Wind & Warriors (+Piyoko, of course!)

“Legend, don’t freak out, but don’t you dare move.”

…Not exactly the words one would like to hear first thing in the morning before coeherency made its appearance on his brain, but he would have to deal as usual, Legend figured. What went wrong now?

“…why” Legend said, voice thick with sleep and slightly slurred despite his best attempt.

Turning the other way and sleeping this problem away was so tempting. Problem he wasn’t aware of, mind you, because he could more or less glimpse everyone else around camp. Either sleepy, still snoring or staring at Legend with an intensity only deserved for a dangerous foe or-

“There’s a-“

Legend reached above his head, his hand colliding with something soft, a familiar texture greeting his cautious fingers.

“Wait, stop!”

“Goddesses, he’s doomed.”

“Legend, noooo!”

Grabbing whatever it was, a suspicious squeak as a result, Legend used his elbows to hold his weight while he looked at the cause of alarm for the three dumbasses in front of him.

“Pyo!”

…a cuccoo. Well, at least it wasn’t a tiny monster out for his blood. Even though that description adhered to cuccoos most days. Not to this one, chirping excitedly at seeing Legend’s messy face with dry drool still on the side of his mouth.

The others (just three of them, at least) had jumped back. He had expected the over the top reaction from the champion, who was wieling a soup ladle as if it was a weapon. Not so much from Wind who shouldn’t know what they were since he didn’t have them on his era and he hadn’t yet been attacked by an angry flock on this adventure. Definitely wasn’t expecting Four with a… cane? A magic cane.

A magic cane he hadn’t told Legend about. Darn it.

“Really, guys? First thing on the morning?”

“Why are you so calm about this?” Wind squinted at Legend, taking Wild’s soup ladle and poking at Legend’s face with the round edge. Wild shot Wind a betrayed look, who shrugged in response gesturing at Legend in a baffled manner.

Four’s eyes seemed to shimmer a myriad of colors, his face contorting awkwardly as if he couldn’t decide on whether he should laugh, get concerned or scold them all and go back to sleep.

“Guys, it’s okay, it’s just Piyoko.”

Holding the cuckoo, no longer the little chick she had been while on their adventures with Din’s troupe and the Nayru fiasco, Legend cooed. Wind poked at Legend again, bewildered. The look Piyoko threw the sailor was murderous, the poor kid backing off as if burnt and abandoning the wooden ladle to its uncertain fate. In retaliation, Wild flicked the kid on the forehead, quick to retrieve yet another soup ladle from his seemingly infinite supply on that slate of his.

Why soup ladles? Why not swords. Goddesses knew Wild never had enough of those with the rate he kept breaking them at.

Only Four seemed coherent enough to get them back on track from their usual shenanigans, despite being the less alert of the three.

“Piyoko?”

“Piyoko” Legend smirked. Four’s eyebrow twitched.

“And who’s Piyoko supposed to be? Aside from a cuccoo, I mean.”

“My cuccoo.” At the united front of three unimpressed heroes, Legend relented. “I’ve raised this mayhem bird from before she hatched from the egg.”

“What.”

How eloquent, Wind.

The commotion had seemed to catch Warriors’ attention. Or maybe he had been listening the whole time and Legend had just not noticed. Give him a break, he had just been rudely woken up without a good reason from his power nap after the second shift of the night watch. If he wanted to be grumpy or mad about that fact, he was well within his rights.

Either way, as usual, Legend thought while rolling his eyes out of habit, the war captain butted in the conversation.

“Is that a hero spirit thing, raising cuccoos?”

When Wild and Four shot him bewildered looks, probably questioning if Warriors also had a hidden cuccoo somewhere, Warriors was quick to deny it. Weird.

“If it is, then maybe that’s where Linkle gets it from.”

Legend stared at Wind uncomprehendingly. No way someone had named their daughter that, right? Right?

“Exactly my point.”

Okay, nevermind, apparently Linkle was a thing now, and both the captain and the sailor seemed to know her. How that was possible since, supposedly, none of them had met before this journey of nine heroes, was anyone’s guess. But neither asked about Ravio living in his house earlier that week, despite those two also impossibly knowing the scammer, so Legend wouldn’t ask about this either.

Four sighed, as if incredibly tired of this conversation already — Legend had been the one woken up, not Four, the nerve — he asked “and who’s Linkle?”

“My sister.”

Wild stared. “Your what.”

“You have a sister?”

“Not the point!” Warriors flushed, pointing at Legend. Trying to redirect the dumbass trio’s attention back to him, it seemed. That fucker. “Why are you asking me about my sister when Legend is still holding that cuccoo like nothing!”

Maybe if he was more awake, or if Legend wasn’t secretly elated that Piyoko had sneaked out to join him that day, he wouldn’t have said the next words. As it was, he was way too tired to care.

“To be fair” all eyes snapping in his direction, Legend grinned. “I threw Piyoko at Ganon.”

…

“Why did I never think of that.” Wild stared off at the morning sky, looking as if the world had opened new possibilities he hadn’t been aware of before. It was probably accurate, too.

Four just gaped at Legend, for once at a loss of words.

“She almost plucked an eye out. It was awesome.”

“Weaponized cuccoos.”

“Terrifying.” Wind may have said that, but the glint on his eye told another story.

Warriors took a step to the side, putting some distance between himself and the sailor, seemingly having an internal crisis.

Huffing, Legend dropped his weight on top of his bedroll again, Piyoko flapping her little wings before gently settling on top of his head. While the others woke up and those four got their shit together, Legend was sure he could manage to sleep another five minutes.

[perpetual-fandom-brainrot]

Creeping (2) (Dark Link x Reader x Link)

Basic summary: You're in Kakariko recovering from your battle with Dark Link. You discover you didn't come home alone.

A/n: This is a HEAVILY revised version of the chapter! I completely ignored a certain major wound that Dink easily could've put back to use, so I've reflected that realization in the new plot.

This is a dark and violent fic that is not intended for children nor sensitive audiences. Read at your own risk

Read the first chapter here MASTERLIST

The sun shines bright on Kakariko village. Children are beginning to drag their parents outside so they can play, cuccos are being given their morning feed, and in many other ways life is starting to be lived. All is well for the residents of Kakariko.

Except for you, you're covered in tears and sweat as you heave with sobs after waking from a nightmare, clutching your midsection. Ever since Link brought you home a few days ago, the monster who wields his face shows up every time you sleep and mentally shatters you. Ever since you were literally brought back from death, every burst of air filling your lungs has felt unusually heavy.

"Don't think- don't think too hard about it," you whisper sharper than you intend to, hoping talking will help distract your focus. The sudden clench of your abs sends an immense sting from your stomach up your spine. "It's not here, it's at the temple in Lake Hylia, Link is going to kill it." You hug your knees to your chest and try to do more than just hope you're right. You try to do more than wince in pain and pray. Your voice cracks into a whisper when you try to say it again, "he's going to kill it." You repeat it in a mantra, a hope, a prayer, that Link will come home safe, your voice shaky from pain. You vow to repeat it as often as you need, even if you choked on your own breath.

"Of course he will, I got stuck with you instead of Mr. hErO," you jolt and press yourself against the wall, sputtering and gagging, meanwhile this darker Link continues on casually, like he's used to this, "you just had to try to be brave didn't you? I'll show you what that earns in this world, and then I'll go recover my powers from that thief," he growls. Before you can register it you're thrown against the opposite wall of the room, landing just next to your door. There's no air left in you as your vision spins and you desperately look around for purchase. You can barely breathe, you can barely think, everything feels simultaneously so fast and infinitely slow. The stab wound from the temple throbs and stings incessantly, scattering any attention you can manage to gather.

The monster saunters over to your crumpled form, gripping your face hard when you choke out, "wh- what do you-" before squeaking and shutting up. His nails aren't anywhere near as well-groomed as Link's, shaped like claws and steadily digging into your cheeks. You don't miss the glee in his eyes, which are blood-red, as he watches you stiffen and cringe in his grip.

"I don't need to mean anything," he begins going through your bags, "because it seems like the brave little princess forgot her fairy wings this time."

Your healing items. You had given them all to Link before he left for the temple again! You don't have anything to take care of yourself in case of an emergency, you don't have any way to scream for help with the grip he has on your face, and you have no vantage to fight back. Even if you did, you doubt you could make sudden moves without collapsing. Tears fall as you come to the realization: if he kills you here and now your death is permanent. If he kills you here and now Link and Navi will return to greet your corpse. Dear Hylia, please save me, you desperately think.

He hovers his other hand over your stomach and your blood freezes. You don't get time to think when he starts poking at your still-fresh stab wound with a couple of his claws. Your heart starts to race. He smirks and chuckles. Everything in you is screaming, screaming to move, screaming to do something, screaming to get away before he can sink his hand into your stomach and do whatever twisted thing he comes up with, but the better part of you knows that you won't - that you can't. To move here or resist now would spell out a violent death. At least if you can convince your body to sit there and take it, to sit there and let itself die, things will potentially feel… easier. More like it's your choice to die than the whim of a monster. You can't even get your thoughts together to internally wish final goodbyes.

The pain becomes more intense as he starts applying more pressure, efficiently reopening your wound. You want to scream, you would if his hand wasn't in the way. "When this war first started, nothing mattered to me," the pain becomes so bad that you clench your fists until your knuckles turn white. You hate the look of satisfaction as tears openly flow down your face, you hate how much it makes you feel like he's assessing some sort of prey. He only speaks again when he jerks his claw around and you flinch; "and then I was told some boy stole power that was originally meant for me. Could you imagine it, the rage you would feel hunting down something that belongs to you, only for some stupid-" he tightens his grip on your face and sinks his claw into your wound more- "little-" he moves the hand on your face to choke you instead- "girl-" you can't scream. You can't breathe. You can't do anything but tremble and writhe underneath the monster before you- "to come and take it all away?!" It slams you backwards into another wall, causing several fragile objects to fall off of it and break, and you find yourself fighting your gag reflex from having breath you don't have knocked out of you.

At that moment, you hear frantic knocking on your door. "Y/n! Y/n! Hey! Are you okay in there?!" The voices of the villagers outside are enough to spook the monster into disappearing. You can't bring yourself to move and open the door. You don't want anyone to see you like this anyway. What would they think if they found evidence of the darkness in your home? The question makes you shudder.

"I'm- I'm okay!" You manage to call out. "I tripped and knocked some things down!"

"Alright!" You hear the villager chuckling a little bit. Thankfully no other comments follow. You stand up, being careful of any sharp pieces that might cut your feet, and tread to your closet. The object of your focus hangs on the inner door. It's a simple scarf, one you typically wear out on expeditions, but you hadn't worn it to the water temple for fear of, well, the water. Now it will serve as an impromptu bandage to make sure you don't bleed out. You wince as you secure it around the wound, tying it tight to make sure it actually blocks the wound up. You just have to hope someone in the village will have a bottle you can borrow to get some potion.

Link, please come back soon. Please be alive.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

One underrated thing they did in the Wild Era, by introducing cooking, is that chicken is just not a type of meat that you can eat in Hyrule. You can eat other birds, you can eat wolves, you can eat whatever you like, you can even eat monsters (hell you can even eat little pieces of Ganondorf's flesh and blood if you like).

But nobody, and I mean nobody eats a cucco.

[blarefordaglare]

Some LUFAU incorrect quotes

Four: I love every kind of egg. Omelet, scrambled, poached, boiled, anything!

Four: I mean, except for raw egg, not made with anything, just a plain egg WITH the shell. That's just gross.

Wild, chewing on an eggshell: Well don't be a hater.

...

Wind: I CAN'T SEE

Wars: It's dark out, of course you can't see.

Wind: I CAN'T SEE

Time: You're literally face planted into the dirt, of course you can't see.

Wind, his hand burnt from touching hot metal and fire: I CAN'T SEE

Four: Guys I think he can't see.

...

Sky: I'm sad

Legend: I know what will help

*Legend stiffly and carefully drops a cucco into Sky's lap*

Sky, wings glowing: I'm cured

...

Hyrule: I don't understand why you guys make such a fuss about being a fairy.

Hyrule: It's honesty not that special, everyone in my time is one.

Twilight: There is only like-20 people max in your time. Old men and random villagers that somehow survived Ganon doesn't count.

...

Please note this before continuing: The wings are based off of different things: the amount of power you have contributes to the size, the amount of wisdom contributes to the design, the amount of courage contributes to the durability.

Wars: I think I am the strongest one here-aside from the old man of course.

Legend: Why do you think that?

Wars: Because I have one of the largest wings.

Twilight, looking from an angle: But they have the thickness of a piece of paper.

Wars: THEY DON'T HAVE TO KNOW THAT

...

Wild: I like turning off my ears when it gets too loud, fairy senses and all.

Wild: It is very satisfying.

Hyrule: Don't you mean cover your ears?

Wild: No, turn off, you know? Turn off the fairy part? Like the magic?

*random looks*

Hyrule: Buddy... I think that's just you..

[kokiriofthevalley]

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[monpalace]

ships .. (ocarina of time/majora's mask) link/reader, fierce deity/reader.

content .. the boys (separately) with a reader who feeds them well, and the fruits of their loving labor.

warnings .. unedited. no pronouns used (you/your). reader is implied to have more meat on their bones (vaguely). reader is in their housespouse era and they aren't even married (legally). non-graphic vomit and forgetting to eat mentioned (link). link and fierce deity are taller than reader. fierce deity is named aram for writings sake. reader is implied to be a god of sorts (fierce deity). fierce deity is literally my oc at this point.

notes .. my schnookums thought they could have big cheeks and get away from me? my cutie patooties thought that i wouldn't write about them eating right? my pookie bears thought that i wouldn't fulfill my duties as their #1? my baby faced sweethearts thought i wouldn't spend 2hrs looking for pictures like those? my favorite white boys? my honeybuns? my hollywood stars? my sugarpies?

i'll eat them. omnom

LINK has always been rather thin. That was especially the case when he was a child. Something about a Kokiri child's diet not fitting what a Hylian needed always kept him frail.

When you both were children, he had quickly gotten used to you plucking his arm when it was idle to compare his lack of fat to your surplus.

(He never minded. He always looked forward to being reminded why he put one foot in front of the other every day during his fight against Ganon, or repeated cycle after cycle when it came to Majora.)

(Funnily enough, you had always made fun of him for being shorter than you as a child as well. You always mentioned he needed to drink more milk and eat more cuccos so he'd one day pass you.)

It was when you were able to cook more than simple meals and wouldn't risk burning down your cottage that you would invite (force) Link over more often than you already have.

Link had always tried to limit his visits to when he absolutely needed to. Free food, bed, shelter, care, supplies, clothes, bathes (the list was endless), and whatnot were always appreciated, but he never wanted to become to comfortable lest he wake up one day (or night. Or afternoon. His internal clock was always ruined when it came to sleeping at your cabin) and decide not return to the world outside.

He does his best to turn down any seconds, or thirds, or fourths, or fifths, and so on you may offer him when he does stay long enough for you to finish whatever extravagant meal you made just for him.

Past experiences often make him sick (with trauma or physically) and result in him vomiting his food, but there's always more from you to replace what he had just eaten and the meal before (if he remembered to eat it).

What he can't finish at the table (or on the sofa, or in the bed), he takes with him when he leaves. Link is respectful in all meanings of the word and hates to leave anything to waste.

When it comes to thanks, he either finds ways to help around your cottage or brings back items from new regions for you to cook. Whether it be repairing the busted bathroom door you've been complaining about before fixing your water faucet so the pressure is what you want it to be, or bringing back a spice the Gorons specialize in you've mentioned wanting to try, Link typically feels his gifts fall lackluster when compared to your treatment of him.

(He trusts your skill and creativity enough to know you won't poison him on accident. He never brings back any recipes or instructions either if it's not a dangerous material.)

(He's always excited to try whatever new dish you've concocted, so his only condition is that you wait for his return to cook whatever it is he brought you. "A celebration, of sorts," he calls it.)

A look in a lone puddle had told him his cheeks had gotten fatter. He supposes he now understands why he was refused entry into one of the pubs when he had to retrieve Malon and Cremia's uncle.

He had noticed that the details of his arms were less visible through his shirts when a Goron had pinched one,— not in the same way you did when you were younger— he had mentioned that he had an amount of muscle and fat to be proud of before asking him to join a tournament. Any attempts prior to were quickly shut down.

During a day of horseback archery with the Gerudo, the sweltering sun had gotten to him enough that he had to remove his tunic and the shirt underneath to feel some sort of relief. One of the women who were training him took a look at his stomach and nodded approvingly, mentioning that he should praise his soon-to-be spouse for feeding him so well.

The last nail in the coffin came when he was riding Epona into Castle Town. His tunic felt uncomfortably small and his tights (curse those damned tights) felt as thought they were stretched more across the expanse of his thighs than they usually were.

He's back in your cottage when he finally vocalizes his thoughts, preferring you to any other tailor or seamstress in the country. "I've gotten to big for my clothes," he either sighs or signs to you while eating. His gaze held a thousand yards in them, idly watching his clothes move with the wind.

The tunic, hat, tights, boots hang outside the window on a string connected to your shed. They had to be washed after a (admittedly well-planned— even if they don't think) ambush by a hoard of chu-chus.

You throw a hazy look to them before returning to the bowl you were tirelessly mixing. You were making dinner, he thinks, or maybe it was in preparation for the big breakfast you were making with the variety of bread from the Gerudo he brought back.

You'd already given him a large snack earlier.

The thought makes him look down at the plate in his lap. Every spot of it was filled and piled with bread, and eggs, and meats, and jams. He couldn't see the white bottom of it even as he pushed and prodded around.

He takes a bite of it gratefully.

"I saw you before you left not even three days ago. You fit everything fine enough to me." At some point you had stopped stirring and held the bowl out to him. Link grabs something off the plate and dips it in without a thought, eating it before responding with a hum of approval. "I can make adjustments to then, if you'd like."

You leave the bowl with him before attending to something on the stove.

"Please," he responds, halfway through another bite of the (what he now recognized as) Gerudo bread and cocoa dip you had made. "Different pants would be nice, though. It'd be a nice excuse to finally get rid of those tights." Both tasted sweet by themselves, he realized, but left a calmer aftertaste that he'd like to savor.

"You've always hated the tights," you hum in response, moving from the stove to the coolers that he'd built you after bringing you a large fish that only lived in Zora's Domain. "What would you want to move on to now? Leggings? Shorts?"

Link watches you remove a pitcher from one of the coolers. He isn't sure how long it's been in there (he doesn't even remember watching you make it), but he assumes you took some ice out so the pink liquid wouldn't freeze over into complete ice.

He watches you try to take a cup from one of the cupboards, watching you struggle to grab his favorite one from the higher shelves.

He stands from the chair sat just outside the kitchen (he liked to watch you cook when you had the time), placing the bowl and plate on one of the many cleared counters (you liked to clean as you worked), and grabs the cup for you.

Link lowers his head with his hand when he hands the cup off, head resting upon the crown of yours as he watches you pour the pink liquid into it, idle arms wrapping around your waist as he makes some slick comment about eating enough milk and cuccos for your liking.

You don't elbow him in the stomach like you might have when you were younger and he doesn't hold the cup above your head teasingly like when he was younger to (— then again, he had to climb a counter to get it out of your reach.)

Instead, you wordlessly pass the cup back to him and he wordlessly drinks it despite not knowing what it was.

He likes it, as he does all your works, and notes how it was both sweet and sour. A taste that fills both his childhood need for sweet all the time and his older palate's need for other tastes.

Handing the cup back, Link tilts his head so he can press a kiss to your crown. "Anything you'd think I'd look good in," he finally responds, the flavor of the moment leaving a tooth-achingly sweet taste on his tongue.

ARAM is often humbled in your abode.

He may have acted arrogant to others in his younger years and horrifyingly aloof now that he's a more seasoned god, but he never failed to (willingly) crumble to his knees when in your presence during either times of his life.

He had no need for the sustenance mortals require, prayers and whispers of his name were always good enough for him, but he'd kiss the ground you walk on if it meant you'd bless him with another food you've created (he already does).

Aram is the provider to your fire-lit home, an arrangement the two have been living by for as long as he can remember.

He is the sword to your shield. The arrow to your quiver. The moon to ever burning sun (which he did create for you, after all). The wound for your gauze. The life to your world— and one cannot live peacefully without the other.

Your food had quickly become an addiction to Aram. He'd eat as much as often as he could, giving little response to when questioned why he loves it so much.

("Because it comes from your hands," he once explained hours later when you were sleeping. "Your hands, that create all. That nourish all it touches and replenishes all that is extinct. I am your antithesis, and I must destroy that which I love."

(You never had the heart to ask again.)

He has enough sense to slow his eating around you. One concerned comment about him choking was enough for him to indulge in needless your wishes, but a question regarding its taste had him eating like a mortal.

His relationship with food prior to getting hooked onto yours was brief and filled with obligation. He never ate to feel full, only to make the people he was fighting with shut up and leave him out of whatever conversation they were having.

It never lingered in his stomach like a warm fireplace that others had described it as. It never made him warm and filled with love. It never gave him the energy he needed to keep fighting.

It just went through his digestive tract (why did he even have one?) and disappeared like an heavy smog finally dispersed by a strong gust of wind before he had to fight again.

When a war was over, you always came. You took the battle-shaken soldiers away when it was their time and healed their ailments if they were able to withstand everything. You went through war-stricken cities and set everything as they should have been. You feed and clothe and bandage and sew and reunite and Aram isn't sure why he lingered.

He's seen the effects of what you can do long after you've left. He knows of the good you're capable of doing just as much as he knows the bad he can cause.

He craves your touch when he sees it at its peak. He indulges himself when he sees it first-hand.

Aram understands what the soldiers mean when you beckon him closer and offer him food, uncaring of how he stands tall above all else.

The soup warms his insides. The flavor resides on his tongue hours after he's finished it. His energy, though far from depleted, had made him feel as though he were a youngling again.

He craves more.

The addiction to your presence and your food (and subsequently, you) had started then. It's an event he could easily recall when asked, one he would happily recount to you if you ever forgot where his devotion to you started.

Meeting after a war or battle had become frequent enough that he had finally learned your name; not some silly alias those who followed you often referred to you as. He felt like one of those lovesick children soldiers talk about, tripping over himself and his words.

He's curious to you, an admirer more than a stalker, fortunately. When he wasn't on the battlefront, he was always hovering around as you worked, busying his hands with whatever task you've given him after noticing his lack of mortality.

You treated him well; doing so even after the era of wars were long gone and he was seldom needed. You cared for him as though he were one of the many wounded soldiers with no family to return to once all was done and said— and to an extent, he was.

He's eating when you bring attention to his softer thigh.

You were reading to him, a romantic thriller that held as much of his attention that your captivating voice did. His gaze focused heavily on you, watching as you lick your lips after each page, how your eyes rake over the page to ensure the tone you speak the next sentence in is correct. He notes how you shift less often, how he doesn't have to move you further up his lap so you can lean against his stomach.

"It's not as painful to sit on you anymore." Aram doesn't think that line was in the book, but he doesn't mention it. It dawns that you were talking to him when you look up, using your finger as a bookmark as you closed the book around it. "Have you gained weight?"

He's a big man; it's a fact he's known since the beginning of his existence. He has large arms, muscles well know for how he snatched prey up to bring back to you. His height made it a simple feat to reach into the trees and capture any avian you wanted to experiment with that night. His legs that would stomp on any fish swimming downstream during a day at the lake you suggested.

He was sculpted by the Goddesses themselves. If they hadn't meant for his body to change along with his lifestyle, they wouldn't have designed him to dough.

(He'd never be ashamed in the fact either. He was contented knowing he had someone to dote over him constantly; a sentiment he had gained after recalling a conversation with wedded soldiers.)

(Also, the prospect of defacing what the Goddesses had long since disgraced was exciting, in a way.)

Aram doesn't look at himself, already well-acquainted with his body as his brow raises in amusement. "You feed me well, My Grace," he responds with a peck on your temple, "I would hope to become more comfortable for your pleasure." He refused to stop eating as he indulged you in conversation, the leg you sat on jumping once in place of his busy hands.

You hum that sweet, quiet hum of yours that Aram has come to associate with your contentedness (he aimed to hear to several tomes every day). Removing yourself from his lap, discarding the novel to the side as you raise your hands to cup his cheeks. "It suits you. You look healthy. Happy."

"Did I look ill before?"

You don't fluster as you might have like in your younger years. He's honored to have grown alongside you, reminiscent of the older couples you've both watched and escorted when he was still an active god.

The same filling feeling your food gives him fills his heart. The lingering sense of peace that he felt since meeting you dancing through his body when your thumbs rub the apples of his cheeks, the softest and fondest gaze anyone's ever given him in your eyes.

"No," you answer in a quiet voice only he'd be able to hear. "Never. You've always looked perfect."

And Aram has never been more thankful that he separated himself from the Goddesses as he preens under your touch. Never been more thankful that he lingered after the war was done. Never been more thankful that he had readjusted his psyche to more readily accept your gifts and affection.

He frees a hand to cradle to back of your head, a threat to all that aren't you, and brings you beneath his chin in a protective gesture. "As have you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "And as you always will be."

[yourlocaltreesimp]

“On the Rag”

Synopsis: Sr!Link is utterly clueless of what to do when you come down with a mysterious and sudden infliction which causes you great, unending pain… it’s just your period.

Tags: GN!Reader, no pre-established relationship, idiots in love

@trippygalaxy

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Quite honestly, Link was worried. Of course, his journey was stressful, with the fate of hyrule on his shoulders and as the Dark Knight had kidnapped Zelda. But that wasn’t the current cause of his pacing. Those were all fixable, identifiable issues.

High orders for him to complete, yes, but he at least had some general idea of where to start.

Your recent sickness, however, was not something he knew how to fix.

Monsters could be fought, dungeons could be solved, quests could be completed, but there was no immediate fix-it to your health, especially when you were so insistent that you were “fine.” When that clearly wasn’t the case. Your eyes were tired and loopy, you winced even as you stood or sat still, he even found several discarded bloody rags.

Hylia help him, if the monsters didn’t kill him, you would first.

He’s beside himself, his boots making consistent thumps as he walks in loops, trying to dispel worry from his gut.

“What’s got you all wound up” Wind stood in his path, the sound and light that’d usually come from the medallion not catching his attention, too busy spiralling. He looks around to find the lobby (or at least the small side room he’d begun his breakdown in) blessedly empty with no one to see or hear him be spooked by ghosts of heroes past.

“It’s-“ He begins to talk, only to be interrupted.

“His Lover is sick.” Worlds leaned over his shoulder, countering from all the weight being in his heels. Afterall, he was still leaning back after being spooked.

“They’re not my-“ He’s now doubly mortified. Not only were you in possibly grave dangers he can’t prevent, the group had all got the wrong impression. Good goddesses themselves-

“Oh please” Time huffed, unamused with the musings of his descendants, “With their stubbornness they’ll die, sooner than recover” Link felt the blood drain from his face. Any previous blush left him. Cold. He couldn’t actually lose you, right?

“Awe stop it” Sky managed to shove the others off of him, fussing over Link as though he were a mother cucco. That is, to say, frightening to every other hero.

“Everything will be alright, you hear me?” Still, he felt as if something wasn’t quite right about the whole situation. There was something he was missing. If only you would talk to him.

“What will be alright?” Wild arrived after all his brothers, curious to see what the fuss was about if the rest of them couldn’t fix it.

“It’s just-“ Link could feel the concern and worry break him “I don’t know if they’ll be ok, and they won’t talk to me and I can’t fix it and I know they’re in pain-“ He shudders when he breathes, more than a little embarrassed.

“Hey hey, tell us exactly what the issues are. I’m sure one of us will have an answer!” A chorus of ‘Yeah!’s ensued and it felt as if maybe it will be ok.

“Well- They’ve spent a lot of time resting, still look really tired though… and they wince a lot, even if they aren’t moving. Like something sharp” The others nod along, following the symptoms as Link explains.

“And I've found a few bloodied rags. If it was any extreme wound, a red potion would work, and yet they refuse to take them. As if it wouldn’t work” He looks upon his mentors to find them equally as puzzled as him.

“And their mood- it’s as if they’ve been cursed! They wept like there’s nothing to live for when we met the stable dog when arriving. And they lash out as if i mean harm-“ That does get a few pitiful stares from Sky particularly.

Everyone oohs and aahs over the strange set of symptoms and behaviors. They murmur quietly about poisons, curses, hexes and the like.

“Are y’all jus’ that naive?” A very concerned, slightly exasperated, looking Rancher looks over all the heroes.

“What? You know what it is smart guy?” Worlds raises a single eyebrow in judgement.

“Their period?” He pauses, looking at the group who now resemble a parliament of owls.

“Y’know, ‘on the rag’ ‘shark week?’” He offered, expecting more of a response. There were mumbled ‘Oh’s and nods of acceptance. Twilight couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the absurdity of them debating whether you’d been cursed, meanwhile your body is just doing as it’s supposed to.

“Don’t worry, kiddo. That sweetheart a’ yers will be jus’ fine” The blood returns to Link’s cheeks, flushing them a healthy red.

“Naw go on, i’m sure a hot water bottle and some comfort wouldn’t do em’ any harm”

“And you’re sure that’s what this is?”

“Positive.”

Roughly a half hour later, Link found himself outside your room at the Inn. His arms were full; a hot water bottle he’d gotten from Twi, some chocolates from Wild and a cup of tea Sky said would help with healing.

“Hey, can I come in?” He called weakly, fine to leave the gifts outside if you weren’t up to socialising.

“Mhm” Your equally soft voice called from the other side of the door, drowsy and pained.

“I have some gifts… to uh- help you feel a little better” His smile was as boyish and crooked as always. He always felt a little giddy around you. Like that uninhibited joy from his childhood could worm back into his life, no matter how hellish it got. He set down the tea and the chocolates in favour of helping you sit up.

Now that he knew he had nothing to worry about and you weren’t dying imminently, he managed to find your tousled hair and sleepy smile endearing. He padded your back with pillows and made sure there was a layer or two between your skin and the bottle so there wouldn't be any burns.

“Is that any better?” In all honesty, he was at your beck and call. You could ask him to seek healing from the hottest spring in the depth of hebra and he’d set out without hesitation. He chuckles as you respond in a pleased hum, eyes closed as you’re relieved of some pain. He feels himself settle in his feet. Sure. Calm.

“I have some tea here too, and chocolates. I won’t be offended if you don’t want them. I mean I just heard that the hel-

A finger is haphazardly pressed to his lips.

“Shh.” You demand, and his protests die in his throat.

You pat the spot next to you expectantly, looking back at where he stands, frozen, as if upset he hadn’t moved yet. He sat awkwardly on the bed beside you as you silently shuffled about pillows. He was about to fuss that your back would be sore without padding before you flopped back into the bed and dragged him with you. A noise of surprise leaves him as you decide that you, indeed, wish to be horizontal. He takes a few deep breaths, letting himself settle in the moment and except cuddling with you for a little bit.

For the pain of course.

As friends.

(Bonus: From inside the Medallion, the Twili King had a decent enough understanding of what had transpired. The newest, and perhaps emotionally densest, hero has finally been able to shove it all aside in exchange for some intimacy. It’s so odd. He remembers being so scared to talk to Midna when they were courting, but it all worked out in the end. He’s sure Link will get his happy ending too)

((bonus bonus: Twi has an aneurism upon the discovery that the cuddle session was only seen as “platonic” by the clearly lovestruck idiots))

[ghosthoard]

PART 3

parts 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08

CW: animal preparation for consumption

“It’s lunchtime.”

Goddesses, it was only lunchtime. This morning there had been nine of them, this morning Wild had cooked them breakfast and laughed when Wind was told them all a stupid story about getting his butt stuck in a bucket, this morning there hadn’t been months of torture between him and them. 

Right now (and from then on), there weren’t nine of them. There were eight heroes, two who were glaring at him for suggesting that they do something necessary like eat in front of the starved corpse of their brother. 

To starve Wild— who loved to cook, who loved to eat, who loved to feed others —Warriors tamped down that rage, there was nothing he could do with it at this moment. 

With Time and Twilight grieving, Warriors needed to be the practical one.

“How could you even suggest food right now?” Legend lashed out. 

“I’m not eating anyone else’s cooking.” Wind crossed his arms. 

“I don’t think I can stomach anything,” Sky said quietly. 

“We have to try.” Warriors ignored Wind’s scowl. “Does anybody want to volunteer to cook?” 

The members who had joined before Wild felt the callous déjà vu hit them square in the chest. A before and an after— which contained the same absence but permanently, painfully different. Asking the group who wants to try cooking, the silence as they all avoided eye contact, unenthusiastic about being the one to attempt the task only for the result to be bland or too salty or downright dangerous. How did they ever survive without Wild? 

“I… I have a recipe of his written down.” Four had a small smile on his face as he dug in his pack for his journal. “He made this amazing pilaf, you know the rice dish with the carrots and chicken, once I had a taste I knew I couldn’t live without it again. I had to work really hard to earn the recipe for it.” He chuckled, opening the journal to the right page. “He managed to teach me most of the steps. I still never managed to make it taste exactly right but Wild said—”

Four drew in a shaky breath and bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes glistened like rubies. He sniffed, composing himself before continuing more quietly, “Wild said he was proud. He promised to teach me the secret next time we practice.” 

Sky placed a hand on top of his shoulder. “We’d be more than happy to see the results of your training, Four.”

Four gave his brother a grateful look.

“I can help!” Wind said, his usual, bright grin returning in almost full force. 

Four nodded, looking excited. He turned around to where Twilight and Time were, “Wild, we need the ingredients!”

The smith froze. As did the others, all of them caught looking in the direction of the trio. Some had smiles—ones that had been made for Wild—slipping off their faces slowly in realization. Others completely shrunk down from their expectant postures. And the rest, ones who had mostly turned on instinct but knew grief and death intimately enough by now looked back away, for there was nothing there for them. Twilight and Time hadn’t moved at all.

Tears sprang up in Four’s red eyes. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“I’ll go hunt!” Hyrule’s voice jumped in a bit too loudly. “Cuccos right? Or any poultry?”

“Y-Yeah,” Four said, pulling up a shaky smile onto his face with great effort, “we also need some vegetables, a bird egg, Hylian rice, and… goat butter.”

Warriors held back a wince. Butter wasn’t something they could hunt or gather. All of their food supplies were in Wild’s slate. Legend was fiddling with it absentmindedly on his lap. It only ever turned on for Wild. 

His insides iced over. This meant they had no food. At all. Other than what measly rations they had in their packs, stuck who knows how far away from stables or towns in the middle of Wild’s Hyrule without their expert guide. 

“We should all go foraging,” Sky’s voice cut through Warriors’s growing dread as he stood up. “We need to get firewood as well.”

“Food is a priority,” Warriors agreed. “I’ll stay here with Time and Twilight. The rest of you bring back whatever you can and meet here before dark. Stay close. We don’t know if the yiga are still around.”

It took them the rest of the day to hunt and forage and everybody returned right on time, seemingly not wanting to be separated more than they needed to be. 

Time and Twilight were right where they had left them hours ago. Eventually, Warriors will have to insist they take up their regular chores again, more for their benefit than anything else, but for now, they deserved the time. 

A fire was started, and after another painful hiccup where they realized that Wild had been the one with the pot, Legend brought one out from his pack after some digging. Warriors and Hyrule worked on skinning the five birds and seven fish they had brought back while Four, Wind, and Sky worked on their meal.

The work was familiar and methodical. Warriors and Hyrule defeathered the birds and descaled the fish in companionable silence. A calm settled in his whirling mind, his attention narrowed in on the present task, and he couldn't have been more grateful for the moment’s reprieve, where there was nothing beyond here and now. 

A small sense of pride warmed his chest at seeing Hyrule’s clean, confident cuts. Hyrule hadn’t been as skillful as he was back when they all first met. He hadn’t had enough animals to practice skinning, and he hadn’t been taught the correct way to do it in the first place during his era, so Warriors, Twilight, and Wild had taken turns teaching the traveler how to handle mammals and birds, while most of them took some lessons on how to skin a fish from a haughty Wind. 

It was always rewarding and fun to trade skills and give tips within the group. There was always something to teach and something to learn. With a group like this, varied in experience, trades, and whole eras there was always something interesting to share. 

Wind loved to boss them around teach them how to sail ships, Sky was always ecstatic to show them how to fly on a loftwing, Legend was eventually bullied into teaching some of them a new language, and Four would force them to learn proper weapon maintenance. 

Wild had given up pretty early on to teach them to cook, and none of them were too worried about learning how when they were spoiled with his meals. 

Four had been smart to ask Wild to teach him knowing they would all be separated one day… Though Warriors doubted this was the type of separation he was considering. 

A nudge on his shoulder pulled Warriors out of his head to realize that he had stopped moving. Beside him, Hyrule was giving him an understanding look. 

Warriors cleared his throat and shook off the rest of the rumination he’d fallen into, throwing his brother a signature grin. “Sorry about that. Got lost in thought. Let’s get back to it.”

He felt Hyrule stare long enough for Warriors to start working for a few seconds alone before rejoining him. 

This time, the task truly gave Warriors a peaceful, blank mind and they were almost done when approaching footsteps entered their bubble. 

“How are we going to store that?”

He looked up to see Legend standing over them, his sharp eyes going over the work they had already done. Wild’s slate was resting between his hands. 

“We’ll have to cook it all. Maybe make some rice balls for something quick.” It was Legend who had had the foresight to find a field where he was able to cut and collect bushels of Hylian rice. There was already another fire going below a second simmering pot (another one of Legend’s, the hoarder), filling the area with the smell of cooking rice. 

Legend nodded his approval. “It’ll be gone soon anyway with how many mouths we have. We should get used to hunting for every meal now. Gotta make some sort of rations for when we go to places where food is scarce like our deserts and winter mountains.”

“Yeah, I was thinking along the same lines,” Warriors said. 

Legend tapped his fingers along the back of the slate. Warriors waited, knowing that look—where he looked slightly constipated and angry about it— meant his brother had more to say. More time passed with Legend doing nothing but tapping until Hyrule also stopped his work to watch his predecessor. 

Finally, the tapping ceased and something like resolve shone frighteningly out of the vet’s gaze. “You know that crazy inventor girl Wild mentioned? Paya? Where does she live again?”

Warrior’s eyebrows flew up.

Hyrule openly gawked. “You want to try and open the slate?”

“Better.” The resolve had transfigured into a manic-like gleam. “I want to have it keyed to one of us. And I’m thinking it should be you, Hyrule.”

Hyrule’s face paled under the moonlight. “...What?” 

“We already know it works in all of our Hyrules, everything except the map,” Legend continued. “After this journey, we’ll have to return to our homes. Your era is barren and if you had the slate you’d be able to keep food and water fresh forever. Not to mention the tricks it can pull off.”

“I can’t—” Disgust settled plainly over Hyrule. “That’s Wild’s. I can’t just steal Wild’s slate.”

“He can’t use it anymore. It’ll be more useful with you.”

“Vet—” Warriors tried.

“How could you even say that? How could you even suggest—” Hyrule’s hands started shaking. 

Frustration tightened the edges of Legend’s eyes. “Would Wild want us to struggle or even suffer just because of some useless attempt to respect him?”

“Legend!” 

Legend snapped his mouth shut and looked over at Warriors. The mania appeared to abate slightly with the realization of what he’d just said. Warriors relaxed his voice and gestured behind him with a tilt of his head. “Go help the others with dinner.”

Legend’s eyes flickered to Hyrule who was still shaking, then left without another word. 

The calm of their task was entirely unsalvageable, it had been nice while it lasted. 

Warriors turned to look at Hyrule. Anger was literally and visibly sparking and popping into existence like small fireworks around his brother as he tried to control his fae magic. Warriors watched as Hyrule’s face glittered with the sparks, putting into sharp relief the way his eyebrows were furrowed, and how his eyes glared at the space in front of him. 

“Hyrule,” Warriors spoke up, “for what it’s worth, I think it’s a good idea.” 

The embers flared and Hyrule turned his devastating, betrayed expression onto him, making Warriors’s heart twist. “Captain, you can’t mean that.”

“I know I’ve had a sleepless night or two wondering how we’re supposed to let you leave to your world alone after our first shift there,” Warriors pushed on, “I can only imagine how Legend must feel. Knowing you have the slate would definitely ease my worries.”

“I’ve handled myself just fine for years before meeting you guys,” Hyrule hissed. The embers sizzled and concentrated into small suns. “You can’t ask me to loot Wild’s body.”

“Wild would love knowing that something of his was helping you.”

Heat spiked, the little suns turned into a moon blue as Hyrule jumped to his feet to glare down at Warriors. The blood on his hands and the burning in the traveler’s eyes shimmered with the fire of his magic. “Well, there’s no way to know for sure what Wild would think, is there. If you want to have it keyed to someone it’s not going to be me. Ask Wind, I’m sure that’ll go over well.” He spun on his heel and started walking away. “I’m going to wash up.” 

Warriors watched his brother go, disappearing into the dark of the woods towards the stream nearby. He sighed, and finished up skinning the last fish.

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[m5or]

So I am replaying Skyward Sword and gosh darn it why do all the little birds vibe and flock to Groose? (I mean we are chasing after them with a big ol' net but shhhh.) I just want to be friends!

Groose shut up. This is where our true rivalry begins. He's one-upped us with the birbs. He may be the true bird whisperer. I love the headcanon that sky here is a birb whisperer and can be tolerated by the cuccos. He wouldn't harm them anyway. Accidents can happen. There's birds are classified as enemies in Skyward sword. There's the Hork who will regurgitate boulders onto your head.

But worst of all is the Guay. (I think that what they're called.) there the crow-like birds. They attack you when you get too close but also will poop on your head. poor link.

Maybe they are the Cucco's ancestors? I think they might be in every Zelda game? The crow enemy beef is on-site for link. Timeline wise could be the longest grudge ever. Truly this is the fate that is bound together forever by hate for the other. Ganon who?

[frogdetective]

i want them to update totk and make it so koroks are like cuccos and if you’re mean to one you get swarmed by their kin

[layraket]

If every member of the chain got a tattoo, what do you think they all would have?

alr after like 15 min of thinking here are the ones that i personally believe that would be the chain's tattoos

First we got Wind, cuz i love him and cuz is the one that gave me most troubles lol. I feel like he would want something that reminds him of the sea, like waves (like the tattoos that i have seen in a lot of different designs) but also something that reminds him of his captain. Maybe something similar to a crown/his horns around his arm would be the most interesting thing that i can think

Now we have Four, one of my top 3 favorites! He definetly would have something that reminds of the four elements or even his four parts. Each element symbol would be on his arm with their respective color, and when he splits each color has their element on their arm. Something related to the minish could also be possible, like a trevol or something writen in minish

Dear Hyrule, definetly something related to the fae. Small fairy? possible, but also lines around his arms, like if magic was flowing around it

smth like this i dont have my tablet at hand

Legend instead of any fancy thing he would be a simple man, choosing an apple design or even a bunny (althought the apple one seems more possible) Seagulls or a hibiscus would be also interesting options

Wild would choose some kind of flower design, idk he has the vibes. Silent princesses could be the first thought, but maybe a Blue Nightshade could be more fitting, if Flora also got a tattoo she getting the silent princess and Wild the Blue Nightshade will be really fitting with what each one of these flowers mean to each other

Sky will be definetly a loftwing. Have you seen these tattoos that are people's pets? That's him. He will carry that bird even on his skin. The same with Sun, i bet that if he has enough rupees gets a tattoo of each one in both arms/legs

Twilight would choose two things, maybe even both. First off, the Ordonian symbol, and second, Twili marks. He wants a way to remember the people that raised and teached him how to be the person that he was now, and the Twili marks (think about the ones that we see on the twili people and Midna) to not forget his connection to this magic, how he walked on it and how it changed him forever, even if he was in his true form there will always be a mark. BUT this post is abt tattoos so we will jump into the next Link

Warriors could be like Legend, but a little fancy than him at least. The crest of the Knights of Hyrule would be on his arm to show his loyalty to his kingdom. Funny option is that he lost a bet with Linkle and has to get a tattoo of a cucco, idk i found it funny

And lastly, we have Time! The same as Hyrule he would get a small blue fairy, but also a horseshoe referencing Epona or even the ranch with Malon. If we go with a modern context he definetly would have something related to the Fierce Deity, but. well. in canon these are already there.

I had fun thinking on these!

[kittrrrr]

New trailer new thing

It the frog things! From alttp

A horn and some maracas! This is from the river zora settlement, and I saw a phonograph in the sea zora village (tho I don't have a screen short). Shot in the dark: end of zora peace-making will be a music festival

The little worm thigns! Also saw these in alttp

Cuccos are in most definetely in the game! Yay! Ganon better be prepared!

This looks a lot like the real-life corspe flower (x). I wonder if falling in would deal damage? Also, there is a deku with a very similar flower on their head:

Could be a considerince, but it could also mean that this deku is connect to said possible corspe flower?

Sweet tooth? My ass! They are eating spiderwebs, and that's giving me flashbacks to when, unprompted, a friend of mine just ate spider webs.

HOT SPRINGS?

Is that a wanted poster? We did probably escape jail, but a goron mentioned Zelda's name without trying to do something to her. However, in the last game were our protag had a wanted poster, only some of the people you would talk to would call guards on you, plus it was a goron...

Refrence, refrence, refrence! Any of the many games with zore flippers, including alttp. Oot had swimming scales, right? and then the orcale games with the ring system. The flower is probably unconnected to Marin, though :(