#if u know what happened in totk u know it gets even worse

[philosophy-with-anxiety]

thinking about how zelda never got closure from her father. she was never given an apology for the agony she went through all those years, believing something was wrong with her simply because she couldn’t harness her power yet. pushing herself to the brink of exhaustion, passing out in freezing cold waters, just for her father to tell her she wasn’t trying hard enough. and then for her father to die to the calamity before she could see him again. no apology, no goodbye. just gone. i cant even imagine the conflicting feelings she would have.

[primalbeatsourhearts]

The Call of the Moon

While I may not be posting any content on my version of Wild just yet, I figured you might like a small little snippet of a future oneshot! Just so u can get a little taste of what to expect!

It’ll be a while before this is fully published, since this will be happening later on in the overarching storyline! But it can give you some ideas for the plans and changes I have for Wild.

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR TOTK

Wild has gone through the entirity of botw and totk! Mostly follows canon lore, but there are a lot of changes as well to fit my story! But still, spoilers ahead. Read at your own risk!

This excerpt is based off of @kikker-oma ‘s newest comic linked here !! Plz go check it out, it’s amazing!!!

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Wild snarled at the imposters before him, kicking and thrashing as he desperately tried to launch himself out of their grip. Yet, Sky’s imposter held firm. This wasn’t them, of course it wasn’t them. 

It never was. No. It was one of the Demon King’s many hallucinations that he loves to plague Wild with. 

“Doesn’t it awaken memories? Memories of our time here?”

He could still feel that anger as he realized he was hunting for the wrong Zelda the entire time. That the real one sacrificed everything for him and he couldn’t even-

Wild tried kicking out, but still bound harshly by Sky’s legs. Barely able to move as the other desperately held on as though Wild was some wild horse. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold him ‘Rule, get that medicine down!”

“They aren’t your brothers, can’t you see it?” 

Of course he could. He could see the way their hands clearly reached to grab him like the Gloom Hands. See the way his eyes glowed that eerie yellow. The flickers of red underneath their fake worried faces. 

Why would they be worried for him, why are they still pretending? They have him, they have him and he’s not going to get out this time. He’s not going to be able to leave, the King won. He finally won, Wild was going to die but even worse, he was going to die alone. 

Were they gone too? His past selves? Did they sacrifice themselves like Zelda did? Or were they ever actually real, and he was once again trapped. Deep within the depths where he and the Demon King are still fighting. 

The Malice burned within him, his hands itching to tear something apart. It pulsated and stretched beneath his skin. The gloom felt like acid through his veins, it felt as though it was coming alive again, as though it died in the first place. 

He wanted to go home. He wanted the wolves. He wanted Twilight, and the fairies and the wilds that he grew up in. He wanted Sidon’s comfort, and Yona’s sweet words. 

He wanted Zelda.

Yet, as he stared up at the night sky, tears running down his face as the could feel the faint echoes of hands trying to maneuver him. He could see the gleam of the bright red blood moon.