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[knightofhylia]

Triforce Tuesday Tarot

Instead of doing free reading slots this month, I am doing collective pulls every tuesday from Hylia's deck! This is intended for folks of all Hyrulean faiths and Mudora practices!

Card for the week of 12/10

Eight of Bottles

As the winter and the year moves on and we start to come to an end it is a time to think of all that we have done and all that we want to do in the future. Many opportunities taken because of a change and chance and also many lost. When things are too set in routine we loose our ability to bounce back from chaos. As you move forward, leave the routines that make you stale. compliant, or numb.

[alternate-triforce]

Alternate Triforce, Chapter 3 Page 46

IT'S STILL TUESDAY. I MADE IT.

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[sisteranonymous]

"What's Your Favorite Zelda Game?" Riddler Edition

BTAS Riddler:

Don't ask this man to pick a favorite, it's like trying to choose a favorite child! Each one has its own eccentricities and strengths, and he loves every single one!

This Riddler's special interest is videogames, so he's especially invested.

Loves to examine the games from both a front- and backdoor perspective. As a programmer, he can give you very nuanced critiques and breakdowns of each entry in the series.

That being said, he's going to give you a different answer every day of the week because he adores this series and each game is special for a variety of reasons.

However, I feel like he'd have a special place in his heart for Ocarina of Time. It was the first Zelda Game in 3D, and it made the dimensional transition so beautifully.

Gotham Riddler:

Oh! You're playing a Zelda game. Did you know that in the original Legend of Zelda, Shigeru Miyamoto stated that the Triforce was originally meant to be electronic chips? The game was supposed to be set in the past and the future, but they abandoned that premise to make a heroic fantasy. Also, the Triforce was originally just two pieces! Not three like the later games. The tri- prefix was meant to describe the shape of the artifacts instead of-

He will happily ramble about this for ages. He'll be touched if you let him, and even more delighted if you contribute some trivia of your own!

Not everyone liked the more 'cartoony' style of Windwaker, but he was fond of it. His favorite game is The Minish Cap. Some people think it's too hard, but really, all the puzzles are obvious if you take the time to figure them out. Who needs a walkthrough, right? It's not that hard at all!

Telltale Riddler:

Only played the first Zelda game and hasn't revisited the series in ages. Occasionally he'll pick it up again for nostalgia's sake and 100% it all over again.

He did not need a guide the first time, and he still doesn't.

Will absolutely scoff at you if you get lost or don't know what to do while you play it. Are you stupid? This isn't rocket science.

If you tell him about how hand-holdy the later games get, he will absolutely be a cantankerous old grump about it. Gamers these days have no skill whatsoever. Pathetic.

...he will listen to his S/O talk about the series, if that's what they're passionate about.

2022 Riddler:

Normally he's not a fan of the idealistic fantasy setting the Zelda games portray. But Twilight Princess really resonated with him.

He loves the dark themes and how it's not as clear-cut black and white as the other games in the franchise.

He adores Zant. Zant is his favorite character, Zant has never done anything wrong, Zant is the best!!

Really, really likes going through the temples and steadily solving each puzzle to reach a bigger goal. The sense of progression is nice.

Capullo Riddler:

Far more invested in the story and timeline side of things than gameplay. These games were heavily inspired by Arthurian myth! Link is the archetypal hero, going on a quest! He can appreciate that.

He loathes the mandatory motion controls on principle, but Skyward Sword and its strong ties to real world mythology speak to him on a soul level.

He reached the Ancient Cistern and had a field day--especially when he reached the 'Buddha sends a spiderweb down to Hell' analogue.

Has a very comprehensive breakdown of the Zelda timeline and will poke fun at you if you don't get it.

"Of course Link has so many women falling for him. He's wearing green. ;)"

BTAA Riddler:

Played one of the earlier Zelda games as a kid and kind of forgot about it. He had bigger things on his mind, after all. Then Miss Tuesday brought up this latest one--Tears of the Kingdom?--and the building aspect of it all intrigued him.

He will spend hours gleefully building terrifying and complicated constructs, all just to accomplish one simple sidequest. Yes, he does film these and post them on YouTube. What's the point of being a genius where no one can see it?

Those poor Koroks are in for a rough time, that much can be said.

He can forgive the utterly abysmal storyline because the mechanics are so enjoyable.

Arkham Riddler:

Like BTAA Riddler, he played an earlier game as a kid and moved on. Like BTAA Riddler, he discovered Tears of the Kingdom years later. And like BTAA Riddler, he loves the building aspect.

However, whereas BTAA Riddler is an overcomplicating wizard with the engineering aspect, Arkham Riddler prefers to build something simple and functional to get the job done--why bother putting so much effort in when the game is going to despawn your hard work when you enter a loading zone?

Has gotten back into the Zelda gaming scene on his down-time.

Driven to 100% every game he plays.

Yes, he will absolutely cheat to do this. Important to note, he doesn't use cheating software, he only exploits what was already there. Glitches, glitches, glitches.

Built his own game randomizing software to give himself a challenge. He likes to take a random seed and see how far he can get. Most of the time, he does in fact win.

[loquaciousquark]

Save the Princess, Save the World Tuesday Stream

Yesterday kindly but firmly kiboshed my streaming plans, so we're coming back today twice as strong and raring to go.

It's time. We're out of shrines and just about out of quests. A few last side adventures to tie things up neatly, and then it's finally time to kill Ganondorf once and for all. Kick his ass, baby. I'll hold your Triforce.

Previous stream archives: desktop link (hover over “Tears of the Kingdom” in the top left to access all videos); mobile link (scroll down to the Tears of the Kingdom collection).

Stream starting here in about five minutes!

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Zelda Tuesday

At the very edge of the Gerudo desert, right at the foot of the mountains, a watchtower balanced between two climates. Sometimes blisteringly hot, other times bitingly cold; it was a post no Hylian in their right mind would volunteer for. Of course, soldiers had whispered that retired marshal Bram was a little bit mad as it was, which was why no one was particularly surprised when he chose the watchtower for his home.

Bram didn't take his duties all that seriously-

At least, not the duties expected of him by the crown.

He didn't spy on roving Gerudo bands from his tower, or collect tolls from the Rito to remind them that they were subject to the King of Hyrule. Instead, he spent hot days napping in the sun, and cool nights attending the only duty he found worth pursuing: teaching his daughter to protect herself.

Linkel was a stout-hearted lass, full of courage and mischief alike. But courage without strength and wisdom could only get a child so far before they ran into trouble of one kind or another. Bram didn't insist that Linkel practice swordsmanship, as the knights of Hyrule had nagged him to do when the mark of the Triforce appeared on her left hand. There were plenty of things a body could use to defend themselves in a pinch: hammers, axes, crossbows, even cutlery! He saw no reason to enforce old traditions under the guise of "destiny" A blinky triangle on a ten year old's hand was no reason for everyone to lose their heads!

Linkel delighted in trailing along behind her father at night, terrorizing the local chu's and driving moldorms away from the slopes where a travelers' stable sat. Frightened horses caused Situations, and Situations were -- as her father often complained -- a Hassle. During the day, she attended lessons at the stable with several Gerudo and merchants' children around her age, or scampered up and down the foothills like a rabbit with little oversight.

Or at least, she did, until a Sheikah mistakenly accused her father of spying for the kingdom of Holodrum, and everything just got needlessly complicated.

[renatayaga]

Catch me tonight, one last time on my good friend Holden's stream to watch us beat Zelda: TriForce Heroes for the 3DS! You can donate to my transition here, and any subs towards TheBulbaBoy today go towards my transition goals. See you there! I was sick tuesday, that's why it's today lol

[principalcellist]

Did somebody say Triforce Tuesday?? 👀

[cloudninetonine]

A Player'a Aid: Chapter 4

The Hero of Time wasn't one to fall into fear at the unexplainable anymore.

The man, once child hero, had faced too much horror in such a life that whatever kind of tragedy that could or would be thrust upon him at short notice would only be considered another Tuesday afternoon. He learned to adjust, learned that his life would never be a normal one, not with the triforce burned into the back of his hand, not with the hero’s spirit, not baring the name Link- he would forever be a target for the seemingly impossible and he had accepted that with a heavy heart.

Then you practically fell out of the sky, turning the world he thought he knew upside down and throwing all logic out the window alongside it.

Other worlds. The concept wasn’t new to him, he had heard enough from his companions, he had experienced it for himself but what you were saying sounded like so much more than that. Hyrule never existing, their journeys reduced to nothing but games for entertainment- claims that could be concluded to mere lies or insanity, until you pulled out that damned device and unveiled on them the concept of true fear.

Were…were they seriously just pawns in a story that really held no weight? Did every struggle, hardship, traumatic experience they ever live just act as amusement for a bigger audience? Traveller had mentioned earlier that the times they had journeyed to had warped their stories into what they saw fit and while it was hard to see how they saw their defeat of Ganon become that, it wasn’t as bad as the idea that they were literal puppets being pulled on literal strings. These interpretations from other Hylians were merely incorrect tellings, the group knew the truth but to you, they really were nothing more than characters in a game to play as you saw fit.

They weren’t real to you, were they?

They were just as impossible as you were to them and he could admit (to himself alone) that it terrified him. Infuriated him. Saddened him. Made him feel things he hadn’t felt in a long time.

The Hero of Time wanted answers that he might not have been able to get.

But by the Goddesses was he gonna try.

“Enough!” He called into the room, the Vet and Captain falling silent from their squabble to stare at the older hero, standing tall amongst the rest of the other heroes within the Wild Hero’s home. The others turned to his attention also, all baking in different degrees of an existential crisis that had him hesitating with his demands but no, this wasn’t time to panic “Shouting will get us to nothing, if we want an explanation then I propose we do something about the device in their possession”

Silence hung between them all when the Cook stood, his hood pulled over his head to shield his face from the rest of his allies. The eldest hero knew he was struggling, could feel it from where he stood, the young man was worse off compared to the others and himself, after all, hearing it was one thing but seeing it was on another level. “Purah’s lab is on the top of the hill, she’s highly trained in alchemy and it is probably our best option at the moment”

Rach-hand laid a hand on his shoulder “Are you sure you’re good-”

And it was shrugged off just as quickly it had appeared “That doesn’t matter right now”

“Champion-” The Knight of Skyloft was dissuaded by the icy look the other sent.

“We won't be able to continue without any answers. It would look odd if I wasn’t there with Purah and I don’t think explaining this to her is an option here- It won’t end well” Glancing around the room, his face hardened “Unless any of you have a different suggestion, then let us go. Put your pity away”

Faces were turned away and the Hero of Time sighed. “Champion is right- she seems to be our only real option at this time. So, the rest of you shall stay here, continue with our earlier plans about possible travel while I, along with the Cook and our…guest will see what can be done”

“I’m coming too” The rancher stood straighter, eyes steeled, challenging the Hero of Time to disagree.

The Old Man was simply too tired to fight him “Fine”

It was a sight to see when they stepped out of the house, the Traveler and their guest with arms wrapped around one another in a tight embrace, laughing with mirth in their voices. The sudden contrast of atmosphere had the three men pausing, eyes glued to the scene with a morbid fascination.

“...When did the Traveler leave?” The Twilight Hero questioned to them, “And how did they-”

It wasn’t a secret that the resident traveller wasn’t too fond of strangers. Well, none of them were, but with the life the young man had lived it was safe to say that The Hero of Hyrule was one of the warier of people, it was something he needed to learn to keep himself alive so to see him act so carefree, especially after such an ordeal.

“Later” The older hero answered, crossing his arms “We deal with this first, then we speak with Traveller privately”

The others nodded and his successor made his way over to the two.

“....Do you think the Veteran is right?” They watched as the three conversed, too far to hear their conversation “That they’re just some sort of dark witch working with the shadow?”

The Hero of Time contemplated the other hero’s words in silence.

If anything, the man had no direct answer. When they first discovered you, the shadow held an intent within its soulless eyes that felt way too real for it to be some sort of trick. When he hoisted your unconscious body into his arms, you looked too small, too fragile to be something he should fear or feel cautious of. Even when you were showing them, what he could only consider, that dark sorcery he still couldn’t find it in himself to feel anything remotely negative about you. Any use of magic he would have sensed, he’d lived long enough to be able to sniff out the arcane in any setting so it couldn’t possibly be the case.

But that scene earlier, wasn’t something he could let off so easily, something that he could simply brush aside.

Their forms grew as they made haste towards them, Ranch-hand leading the charge with the Traveler and their guest.

“....Because I don’t” The Hero of Time spared a glance to the Hero of the Wild, noting his gaze such to them “No matter how hard I think about it, I just can’t see it. My mind refuses to see through reason and I’m scared that it could be my downfall”

“....Me too”

They made their way to the lab in silence.

-----

The Old Man had come to realise that you liked jokes or, at least, liked to have people smiling. He could tell that the complete silence had gotten to you, nervously shuffling behind them like a frightened lamb or shrinking yourself down when one of them had called over to you when you had wandered off again to appreciate the beautiful view that the Cook’s Hyrule had to offer. So, once making it to the top of the steep mountain, your comedy came into play- dramatically collapsing into a heap just a few steps away from the doors to Purah’s lab.

“By the fucking stars” You bemoaned, rolling onto your back after a concerned call for your attention by the Twilight hero “Lord have mercy, I’ve reached the end of my life, boys”

He couldn’t help it really, he just couldn’t, a small snort fell from his mouth that had both of his companions looking over in complete surprise. The older hero wasn’t usually one to slip up, keeping a stoic visage in front of others (a mask really) as a way to deter those who may cause harm but also as a way to keep the other boys in line, they were heroes after all and they needed to keep their attention strong. (Not to say they couldn’t relax, they could, they deserved to but they also needed to stay vigilant- him included)

The Hero of Time’s small slip up was encouragement enough to keep you going “Pray for me lads, St Mary’s calling my name and she’s still mad about those missed calls”

He continued forward, pushing open the doors to the lab once Twilight had helped you to your feet.

“Odd one, aren’t they?” His successor commented, making his way to the Time Hero’s side “Excusing what happened earlier- They don’t seem too bad”

Purah’s voice interjected before anything else could be said.

“Why, yes, hello! If it isn’t a sight to see the previous heroes stumble into my workshop!”

One of the first things that the Wild Hero had done once they had stumbled into his Hyrule was to show the group around to…whatever was left. Heartbreaking, the great kingdom that Hyrule was before had vanished before their very eyes, left only to ruin by the power of Ganondorf’s foul play and hatred for all things good. The villages that they all shared stood strong, Kakariko Village, Hateno Village, Goron City, Gerudo Town, Zora Domain and Rito Village- the people were undoubtedly filled with determination to keep living and that, in the end, was all that mattered. (However Wild could see the sadness in their eyes at their almost desolate homeland, he couldn’t bear to see such things, it only added onto the dark cloud weighing over his head about his first “failure” and he made it his mission to show them all it’s wasn’t gone just…just smaller)

Purah hadn’t been the first person they had met (Those spots being given to Princess Zelda and Impa) but she did in fact hold some impact over the group (“Impa has a sister!? And she’s older!? She looks like a child!”) She gave them much needed maps of the country, offered to upgrade any gear, give away any information they needed- hell, offered to share some Sheikah secrets in trade of stories from their travels (“The history books are rubbish!” She cried, hands turned into fists like a child in a tantrum “You guys are the real deal! You’re sure to give me all the juicy details! So, let’s trade!”)

Her assistant was quick to put a stop to that.

Purah was most certainly someone they could trust to help.

But dropping such a weight topic onto her head wouldn’t be such a good idea.

“Ms Purah, we apologise for your intruding but we need your help”

“Anything for the Heroes of Hyrule! What are you in need of? Some research papers? More maps? Has the Sheikah slate received anything from your journey?”

“No” You had followed in with the Wild Hero by your side only a few short moments before, shrunk down once again when all eyes fell to you as the man gestured for you to step forward. Once again, hesitant measures were taken by you, head lowered and shoulders up in guard as you made your way towards the front of your small group to reveal yourself to the alchemist. It was a little pressing how you acted so…afraid around him but he didn’t think he had any right to ask and intrude on possible personal problems. “A guest of ours has….found this device that we’re hoping you could take a look at?”

Her eyes turned to you “Of course! Could I see this device?”

You tore off your bag from your shoulders, digging into its contents to pull out the smaller bag that contained the device that you had shown them earlier. With the thing in your hand, you went to hand it over only to hesitate, holding it protectively with your gaze falling to the floor, mind wandering.

He could see the confliction on your face: biting lip, darting eyes, the tightened hands- something held meaning to the small instrument and he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of sympathy roll over him in tiny waves. However, his curiosity outweighed his empathy and he went to speak.

Only for the alchemist to lean forward, hand gently grasping your shoulder and sending you a smile as sweet as can be “I promise to be gentle”

…You stepped away once you had pressed it into her hands, face tight before disappearing away to the other side of the room to ask Symin if you could read any of the books that lay around the room.

“Link- I mean, Hero of the Wild, if you could please, there’s a screwdriver in the drawer of my desk,- yes that one- thank you. Hmm, I don’t sense any magic….” She grinned, toying with the screws to undo the device’s shell “I hope this is as interesting, I’ve been itching for something better than this old Sheikah tech for ages”

They were quick to crowd her, eyes wide and practically bulging as she released the last of the screws and pulled off its case, a whole lot of….

He had no idea what he was looking at.

“By the Goddess, look at these components!” Purah cried, pulling down her goggles from her hair to zoom into the display with a smile that could tear her face in two “I’ve never seen such work before! It looks so complex for such a small thing! Hold on, I’ve got to draw this out!”

Her hand slammed against the table in search of her journal just a few paces away, The Twilight Hero grabbing it and handing it over to her to watch the small alchemist practically rip a pencil from behind her ear and begin a rough sketch of what she saw before her, muttering quietly to herself.

“So, do you think you’ll be able to do anything with it?” Wild had turned away, his eyes focused on something else to the older hero’s confusion but he just brushed it off, his attention centred on the woman “Get any information from it?”

“I’ll have to see, this device is so much different from what I've worked with before- these components don’t even look to be of this world! Plus it doesn’t seem to run on magic-”

A sound reached his ears. Well, all their ears it seemed, as they all at once turned to the source, seeing you standing on the platform that held the Sheikah's Runes. The hanging stone was glowing, the crest pulsing with power that was gathering just above where you stood, turned away from them with eyes focused on the visual.

"(Name)?" The Wild Hero called and the Old Man felt a fog cast over his mind, eyes screwing shut while his fingers rubbed the bridge of his nose. Within his brain, a spark echoed out, the light only faintly illuminating a piece of forgotten memories pushed aside with the darkest of corners before just as quickly disappearing, falling back into darkness and his focus returning back to the scene at hand.

A droplet fell from the hanging Rune, falling directly onto the hand pressed against the face of the stone stand sat under.

Silence hung in the room and you turned.

Then you screamed.

It was the most horrid thing he had ever heard. Blood-curdling was too light of a word to use to describe it, no, there wasn't any word that could possibly come to mind that he could had used to describe exactly what he heard. All he knew was that it brought forth of a wave of nausea, his earlier breakfast fighting its way up his throat to burst through his mouth.

You stumbled, hands flying at your head as you clawed at your temple, hard enough, it seemed, for blood to begin to form at the scratches your nails left, blooming red before darkening as the liquid ran down your digits. Tears had also gathered into your eyes, running down your cheeks as you sobbed, wailed, screeched- in a mysterious pain.

“O-Oh Goddesses-” Purah cried, hands going to cover her mouth.

The Wild Hero was first to react, racing towards you and catching your figure, calling in panic for your attention only for it to be left with nothing. Ranch-Hand was next, ordering his successor in a panic to lay you down, pulling away your hands to stop yourself from inflicting any more damage within your hysteria only for you to begin convulsing on the floor, head slamming back onto the floorboards. The Old Man finally reacted, kneeling down to place your head on your lap,

“Purah, what’s happening!?”

“I don’t know, no one should react like this-” The woman had leapt off her chair, Symin by her side as they dashed over “This isn’t normal!”

The Twilight Hero and Hero of Time met eyes.

Was this because you weren’t normal? From another world, another lifetime, while you were human you weren’t a human of this world so did magic affect you differently?

“Make-” You croaked, back arching with a whine of pain as you struggled to make out the words. “Please-”

The eldest hero watched in horrified awe as you inhaled the biggest breath you could through all your rugged gasps, a final wounded cry passing by your broken lips when you yelled “Make it fucking stop!”

You finally collapsed, eyes falling shut.

There was a stillness that gathered over them as they stared at your body, motionless on the cold floor with not even your breathing to be heard.

“Are they-”

The Hero of Time leaned over, his ear hovering over your mouth. A second passed when his ear twitched, the feeling of air gently hitting his lobe with a shaky, rattled wheeze that made him snap back upwards, face passive to keep the facade of composure despite the fact his heart was raging within the confines of his chest. “They’re breathing but it’s shallow”

Blood dripped down his hands and he was reminded of the lesions on your temples.

“Symin, get the bandages” Purah ordered, the assistant jumping to his feet to dash towards his side of the room. The older alchemist motioned for them to listen, pointing towards your body “Move them onto their side, make sure their left arm is spread out and pull over their right arm across their body. Pull their head back so their airway isn’t in any way obstructed and rest their cheek against their right hand. I then want you to pull their right leg up until it’s bent to make sure they stay in that position”

Stat. They were all quick to react.

Symin had returned a second later after rummaging about, replacing the spot the Old Man had to wrap your head. The eldest hero watched while the other two heroes followed Purah’s orders, his eyes falling to his bloody hands.

He didn’t understand. When they had come to your aid, chasing off The Shadow, the Traveller had leaned over you with his own healing magic dancing at his fingertips in the event that the creature could have harmed you, it being too dark to see over you completely and not wanting to invade your privacy to strip you or feel you to check for any injuries. Nothing had come about it that moment, the only change when the Hero of Hyrule healed you was your face relaxing from the one of discomfort, a sigh falling from your lips.

So, it couldn’t possibly be that magic affected you differently, could it? Was there some other hidden factor that they needed to consider? And if so, what could that possibly be if it was left to the unknown.

“Wait- look”

Attention brought back by the sound of his successor’s voice, the Hero of Time once again kneeled, leaning over when the back of your palm was presented for all to see.

The Sheikah crest looked to be burnt into your skin, swollen with dark bruising along its outline, followed by fluorescent blue light running through your views, disappearing under the cuff of your shirt. The rancher lightly traced the lines, your fingers twitching before falling back to rest.

“....We’ll focus on that later” Purah uttered after a moment “Their wellbeing is more important”

“Agreed” The Old Man turned towards the Wild Hero, meeting the younger man’s eyes “Your slate allows you to travel, correct? It will be best if you get the Traveller- quickly”

With a nod of understanding, his device was pulled from his waist and accompanied by a frantic tapping, the familiar sound of Sheikah magic humming through the air as the same blue light gathered from the tips of his toes to the ends of his hair, the Champion disappearing with a quiet thrum.

So many questions but not enough answers, it seemed.

-----

The next time you awoke, you were back in the bed you had found yourself that morning, however, the bright sun from the day had fallen into the sun of dusk, orange light melting onto the bland sheets of Wild’s bed and making you groan in exhaustion, the thought of night approaching edging you back towards sleep that you still felt clung desperately to your bones.

“Hey, you’re finally awake”

A snort made its way past your lips, a familiar scene playing through your head but you shook the thought off, turning your head to face the direction of the voice. The Traveller, your Hero of Hyrule stood at the bottom of the bed holding a shot glass and glass flask, the bottle holding a daunting red liquid that sloshed about as he made his way closer to your side.

“Hyrule” Your voice was excited despite the obvious weakness to it, Hyrule dragging a chair from the desk nearby to seat himself by your side, the items he was holding in his hands disappearing out of your peripheral to (you guessed) the bedside table “How’s it going? You doing good?”

The man smiled “I think I should be asking you that”

“Why? Did something happen? Did I pass out again? Oh God, who keeps putting me in this bed”

The smile was quick to vanish, an expression of concern being a quick replacement as he brushed some hair away from your face. “You don’t remember? Not a thing?”

Remember? You paused, trying to find the memories within your head. There was the travel to the tech lab atop the hill, the banter you had played upon arrival at your destination, the talk with Wild, handing your switch to Purah and exploring the place. Although something at the back of your brain told you more, whispered about the memory stationed on the opposite side of the room, just out of view and glowing a fluorescent blue with accents of gold-

“Nope” Popping the ‘p’, you raised a brow “Should I?”

You should have been worried. You could guess that from his expression, from the way he stumbled over his words, trying to find the right way to explain to you what a serious situation you were facing, but in all honesty, you were too tired to even care. Your eyes were so close to fluttering shut, your body felt heavy- you were too far gone to properly compute what was happening.

Not to mention the concept of missing memories wasn’t new to you, there was a large chunk of your life forgotten within the void of your subconscious that you didn’t care enough to dig deep and retrieve, there was probably a good reason for it anyway. You’d rather live within the realms of blissful ignorance than relive potential damaging echoes that were buried to keep yourself sane.

Though, you did wonder what sort of event could have happened that ended with you losing the last few hours, so you listened to the Hyrule with all the attention you could muster.

“I don’t know the whole details” He started, “But there were some runes within the lab, Sheikah magic runes that you touched-”

You cringed, already having a feeling where he was heading.

“-and it somehow activated the runes? No one knows how you did it, as they are only meant to react to the presence of the Sheikah slate but we have been bouncing around ideas, the only believable one being because you are not of this world. Anyhow, the magic from the runes caused a violent reaction and you ended up passing out.” His eyes were sympathetic, holding fret for your person that made your heart clench gratefully, but being yourself, you couldn’t handle the look, arm going to cover your eyes with a groan to hide it away from your sight.

“A violent reaction? How violent exactly?”

“There were wounds from your temple from how hard you were scratching at it and a lot of blood”

You scowled “Oh my God- that’s so embarrassing”

“...You’re embarrassed? For reacting to what I was told looked like indescribable torture?”

“Yeah because I was probably flailing around and screaming like some mad person” You whined, slamming your hands onto the covers in a ‘What?’ gesture “Not to mention I did that in front of…five people! It’s like getting hit by a car but not getting hurt so you’re just laying on the ground thinking ‘What do I do, do I get up? Do I stay here? God, they should have just killed me this is so embarassing’ like how am I meant to react to this information now? How am I gonna look the others in the eye? I’m already weird enough to them-”

You continued to ramble, within a mind of your own at that point until through your expressive hand gestures you noticed the back of your hand, straightening it out to gawk at the crest of the Sheikah, its eye almost staring you down from its spot on your skin, the tear breaking out into small, glowing blue lines that branched up your arm. Pulling your arm from the shirt, you traced the lines, which you had guessed were actually your veins until you were unable to see them, fingers resting on your shoulder.

There was a sound then a mirror was presented to you. “Here”

You looked at yourself in the mirror and gaped.

The lines crept up your neck, crawling up your cheek until finally disappearing into your eye socket. Your iris still bore the colour you were born with, however, the sclera adorned the same beautiful sky blue that glowed within the darkening room, your pupil gleamed with a lighter, more welcoming tone, the arctic blue circle darting around your eye as you studied yourself as deeply as you could.

“(Name)-”

“Sans Undertale….”

Hyrule blinked, a confused but amused smile growing “What”

“I am Sans. Undertale.” Gently snatching the mirror from his hands, you brought it closer to your face and burst into a mantra of giggles, staring at your eye with a giddy interest that wasn’t seeming to wane “Look at me go, you funky little person you-”

You met Hyrule’s eyes, the both of you sharing a look then bursting into more giggles, his hand coming to hold over his mouth while you didn’t even bother to hide your glee, snorting and chortling aloud. “Why are you laughing?”

“I don’t know! Why are you laughing?”

“I’m not sure-” You both laughed for a few more moments before falling into a comfortable silence, soft smiles on both your faces before Hyrule turned towards the bedside table, grabbing the flask of red liquid along with the shot glass, pouring the substance into the small glass “You know, when I was hurt I remember you always fretting about me and panicking”

Yes, you weren’t really the quietest of gamers. You liked to express yourself when it came to your player or the protagonist of the game you were occupying yourself with at that moment. Ranging from small ‘ow’ falling from your lips at imaginary pain when your character would do something that you deemed pain worthy to screaming your head off in panic when you were getting bombarded by enemies that you couldn’t seem to shake off, vague memories of the following words “Go, GoGoGOGOGOGO-” or “I AM SO SORRY (Blank)” bouncing off the walls of mind like the Window’s screen saver. You expressed yourself like you were the person you played or you were someone who cared about them, so hearing such a thing from the protagonist himself wasn’t a surprise.

But you still pondered about how your frantic narrating of your own actions translated into a very present entity within Hyrule’s life.

Maybe it was indeed magic that played a part in that.

Handing you the glass, his voice took a tone that hinted at a genial affection “And now that you’re in this position, it’s nice knowing that I can be there when you were there for me”

Magic or not, it still hurt that you couldn’t fully appreciate those words.

He saw you as an old friend, you saw him as a piece of nostalgia from a relic that you had been lucky enough to grab during a gaming convention.

You weren’t gonna let it stay that way though.

You were gonna be the friend that he relied on before, no matter what it took.

You downed the liquid in one shot.

…

Then gagged “Augh- That is disgusting- is this a red potion!?”

“Yup, they tend to not go down well”

“Down well-” You choked, hanging out your tongue to pat at it like some frantic animal “It’s on my tongue, it’s on my fucking tongue-”

For the second time that day, a cough interrupted the two of you. Hyrule turned in his chair while you stared down the form of Pink Streaks with your tongue still very much in your hands, not even reacting at the look of revolution coupled with confusion as you continued your actions, trying desperately to rid the tang from your poor tastebuds.

He stepped closer hesitantly to your complete understanding, marching his way up to your side addressing the both of you as he opened his mouth “Food, the Champion asked me to bring it up”

Despite his obvious distaste for you, he lowered the bowl of, what looked like, stew gently into your hands, his scowl prominent then turned his whole body to face his successor, back towards you and completely out of sight. You chirped out a ‘thank you!’ but he didn’t react past as glance back at you.

Damn, he did not like you did he.

“Come down and eat, Traveller, we need to discuss more about our plans”

Pink Streaks- okay this was getting ridiculous “Hey, Pinkie, what’s your name?”

The man stiffened, turning comically slow to glare down at your form your spot on the bed while Hyrule once again covered his mouth, small breathless chuckles escaping his lips while you didn’t even bother to hide your mocking smile, beaming up at him while his face grew hot in irritation. “What?”

“Your name, Pink boy, what is it?” You tilted your head innocently “Nice hair by the way, really suits you”

Oh, you were digging deep, digging your grave but you just couldn’t help it. The way he flustered up was just too perfect, eyes glazing over with a fiery blaze of barely contained aggravation that reminded you too much of your own friends back home when you made a joke you were too comfortable to make that usually ended with you being called along the lines of ‘You stupid whore’ or being flipped off. This wasn’t going to help you in any way, no, it was probably causing an even bigger rip in the tear that was his scepticism about you but you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to bully him.

He was just standing there, you had to do it to him.

Pink Streaks released a sharp breath “The Hero of Legend, or the Veteran”

“Hoarder isn’t too much of a longshot either” Hyrule muttered aloud and you heaved out a laugh, careful not to drop your stew all over your front while Legend glared down at the hero, his eyes reflecting a betrayal so foul it almost had you dying.

“Hurry downstairs, Traveller” He grunted out finally, “Now”

Smiling, Hyrule nodded his head and promised to return later once they had finished. Legend stayed behind, watching the man jog down the stairs while you swirled your stew with the spoon sat within the bowl, stomach rumbling hungrily at the tantalising smell before scooping some up and bringing to close to your mouth-

“Let me make myself clear”

“Oh-kay, we’re doing this now” You glanced over to the glaring hero, your face pleading “Can this maybe wait-”

“No”

“Alrighty then”

“I don’t trust you a single bit, the others don’t know what to think about you but I’ve done this hero life longer than them, I know that you can’t be trusted Full Stop. I don’t know if you’re working with The Shadow, or you’re simply after everyone here for being a hero, hell, maybe you’re some old follower of Ganon out for revenge, but I’m gonna break this little facade you have going and I’ll stop whatever dark magic you’re using on that artifact”

He leaned closer, towering over you in the bed and you felt anxiety creep up your spine at the look in his eyes: caution, anger, hatred swirling in those beautiful pools of blue that made you shrink back submissively.

“Not to mention your very sudden closeness with the Traveller. I don’t know what you did but I know that it’s something, he never trusts a stranger but suddenly you’re both goody-goody? I don’t buy it and I’m not gonna let it keep happening”

Between a rock and a hard place it seemed, the grave that you were digging was already a gaping tomb, burrowed down deep within the crust of the earth holding the doors open and awaiting your promised arrival.

“Got anything to say?”

After a moment, you gulped “I…I meant what I said, about your hair? Pink does suit you- no sarcasm included”

Legend sneered, searching your face for just a few moments more. A few seconds passed when his eyes seemed to shrink however he snapped upright, turning away from you with a huff before you could study his gaze even more, then stormed his way back down the stairs where everyone else was conversing, their voices muffled by your pounding heart.

…It was gonna take a lot to get on his good side, a whole lot that you hoped you could shoulder because there was definite baggage in that threat and you knew that a majority of it was placed in a familiar journey with an Island named Koholint.

You took a nervous bite from your food.

“Ah- hot!”

[knightofhylia]

Goddess Hylia Correspondences

I know we all got these, but here's mine

Animals - Shoebill, Owl, Dove, Eagle

Astrology - Virgo, Cancer

Beverage - Tea, Milk, Mead, Beer

Color - White, Gold, Silver, Purple, Sky and Navy blue

Crystals - Opalite, Amethyst, Citrine, Quartz, Selenite

Emotions - Joy, Inspired, Protective

Epithets - Silver Daughter

Flower - Grass Lily, Elfdock, Lilac

Food - Apple, Pumpkin, Bread, Soup

Herbs - Hyssop, Rosemary, Thyme, Pineapple Weed, Chamomile

Keywords - Faith, Hope, Purity

Month/Day - Triforce Tuesday

Meme -

Metal - Gold, Silver

Musical Expression - Classical strings, Harp, Easy Listening, Gospel, Choir Chamber

Number - N/A

Playlist - 🙏

Mythical Animal - Loftwing, Adar Rhiannon, Alkonost, Gamayun

Similar Deities - Holy Mary, Jesus, Archangel Michael, Guan Yin, Demeter, Iris, Ceridwen

Physical Expression - random smiling, light shining through trees, rocks and other items twinkle when she wants them, reactions to offerings in game

Sense - Sight, Justice

Symbol -

Appearance:

if you are interested in how I devotionally play totk check out this post!

[jupiterdrabbles]

W.I.P Wednesday, but it’s Tuesday

so Teaser Tuesday? i guess??

anyways! i’m about halfway through the eighth chapter of the Oracle, so i figured as an apology for making y’all wait so long (seriously though, this fic is already a year old what do i Do With Myself), here’s a snippet!

CW: VIOLENCE, LACK OF BODILY AUTONOMY, MANIPULATION AND BLOOD

Link had little time to react. Ganon’s voice was still reverberating through the chamber as he lifted his hand, his triforce glowing on the back of his gauntlet. The Oracle’s feet lifted slowly, head tipping up as more Malice pooled from their mouth and down their chin. The connection was quickly made that Ganon was manipulating their body against their will, and the Hylian felt a disturbing familiarity as he looked upon the sight. Link drew his sword, on the defensive as he watched them rise into the air, as he heard Ganondorf laughing from just out of his sight. His grip on the master sword was tight and blistering, willing that he wouldn’t have to use it. This was definitely a fight he couldn’t brute force his way through.

The sharp clang of metal echoed through the Divine Beast as Link drove his blade through the forks of the trident, digging the balls of his feet into the floor as he leaned forward, hissing under his breath. The Oracle displayed a shocking amount of strength, an amount that Link knew wasn’t their own as they pushed him away and charged again.

They fought wildly, muscles tight and knuckles straining as they drove the trident toward Link over and over and over. From swiping it through the air to plunging it toward his chest, Link found it becoming increasingly difficult to dodge their movements. He locked their trident in place once more as they pushed it inches away from his face. They hadn’t made a sound this entire time, it looked as if they were barely breathing, just a husk being puppeted around in order to kill.

“Fight it.” Link hissed, face scrunching tight with the effort. “This isn’t you, this is him. Fight it.”

“Can you be certain?” Ganondorf sneered as the Oracle lunged again, clashing the trident against Link’s shield. “What if this is what’s been lingering under the surface, all this time?” Link staggered as he thrust the shield forward, pushing the Oracle away from him. Ganondorf scowled, raising his hand then clenching his fist. A strange, gurgled sound left the Oracle, more Malice pouring from their mouth as they opened their eyes, rolled back into their head and white as the clothes they wore. The trident by their side began to glow, then, and their grip readjusted as their head snapped back forward.

It was then Link noticed the necklace they bore around their neck. He hadn’t seen it besides this very moment, he honestly didn’t think they were prone to wearing jewelry. It emanated a soft light, pulsing in time with the trident they held. He thought for too long on this, apparently, because as he looked up again they were mere inches away from his face.

“Fight it!” Link called, to no avail as they locked the trident with his sword.

“There’s only one way out of this, Champion.” Ganondorf turned his back, waving his hand dismissively. The Oracle twisted the trident at the same time, straining Link’s injured side as he fought for control.

“And what is that?” Link gasped out, strained as he felt more blood pool down his side. Ganondorf smiled at him, eyes glinting.

“Your extinction.”

[moonblast-pokemon-fancomic]

The next two pages will be out not this Tuesday because, as you can see, there’s still work to do -- but they’ll be up on the 31st. So that’s still in January 😅

I noticed this month that I was starting to get a bit sloppy with both Moonblast and Triforce of Power, and Patreon projects, which obviously is a very bad sign. So I really, really want this page to look nice.

Also because with a comic like Moonblast, which doesn’t update often, it has to at least look good. If it doesn’t have some semblance of quality -- and also doesn’t have quantity -- then that’s just a bad sign for the future of the comic in general.

Plus I see this comic as being very pretty in my mind’s eye and really do want to bring that to life (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*✲ﾟ*｡⋆

[nintendo-and-chill]

It turns I forgot about this very important gem 🤣 #triforce Tuesday with Link's most important adventure with his trusty crossbow. Follow me on my little collection journey! ❤️ #nintendo #nintendoswitch #n64 #nintendo64 #collection #newcollection #legendofzelda #zelda #mariobros #mario #kirby  #gaming #gaminglife #gamingcommunity #retrogaming #retro #bulbakushgang #lego #legostagram #legofan #legostarwars  #sony #crt #geek #nerd #console #instagood #love #followme https://www.instagram.com/p/CjBRF21JSnF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kintatsujo]

LoZ AU- The Courage of Running Away Part TWENTY-THREE

Here’s the previous post and

HERE is a supplementary post that went right before this and which is relevant!!

This was so late because I slept most of the day on Tuesday.

WARNING for some fantasy horror coming up; but if you can handle Gravity Falls you'll be fine!

#AU August

#LoZ AU: The Courage of Running Away

[Image Descriptions: Princess Hilda is walking down a long hallway, her long black hair, her long cape and her long dress sweeping behind her.  She notices a conversation in a nearby room that piques her curiosity; the first part is unintelligible but the part she catches is "Lost MOST of my crew."  Princess Hilda goes to the door and puts a hand on it to open it further.  "Lord Serenumbra," she says, face placid and regal, "Is everything QUITE all right-" she cuts herself off.  In the room are Serenumbra with his hands behind his back calmly, the Scarred Woman and the Burly Man in less than happy attitudes, and between them- Princess Zelda, tied to a chair, her mouth gagged. Princess Zelda gives Hilda a pleading look, as someone says "Ah, your highness, just in time."  Hilda can't hear them over the sound of her own horror.  "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" she demands, rushing forward.  The Scarred Woman and the Burly Man seem surprised, as she hurries to Zelda and pulls the gag off her face, letting her spit a piece of cloth into Hilda's hand.  "Oh dear," Hilda says, "Yes, spit it out, dear."  The Scarred Woman and the Burly Man give an angry stare in Serenumbra's direction.  "...You mean Princess Hilda didn't KNOW?" the Scarred Woman asks. Serenumbra hums as if he's surprised to be spoken to.  He strokes his chin thoughtfully.  "Did I ever say she DID?" he asks.  The Scarred Woman, furious, shouts, "You conniving slimy little GHOUL RAT!" and pulls a knife to point at Serenumbra's chest.  Hilda yelps and puts herself more in between Zelda and the others in the room, while Zelda mostly just looks angry. "Give me ONE GOOD REASON we shouldn't take you into the GARDENS and GUT YOU FOR THE PIGS!" the Scarred Woman demands, gesturing with the knife. Serenumbra touches the heavy pendant on his chest, specifically the disc meant to represent the Moon Pearl.  "Hmm, if you insist," he says. The disc begins to glow, then floods the room with blue light.  It is, in fact, the actual Moon Pearl.  The Scarred Woman and the Burly Man grimace as the light engulfs them; Hilda presses her forehead against Zelda's and puts a hand up to shield their eyes, both girls gritting their teeth and screwing their eyes shut tight as possible. As the light recedes, Hilda claps a hand to her mouth in horrified terror and Zelda grimaces in horrified disgust. "Now then, your highnesses," Serenumbra says with a cheerful smile.  The camera pans to show what's become of the Scarred Woman and the Burly Man: She has been transformed into a terrified fox.  He has been transformed into a disembodied hand with one horrified eye in the palm.  One of their masks has landed on the floor beside them.  Serenumbra continues: "THIS WILL ALL GO MUCH EASIER IF YOU COOPERATE." Hilda repositions herself around Zelda protectively once more, and demands, "COOPERATE?!  What are you TALKING about, what are you even trying to DO?!"  Serenumbra gives her a friendly smile.  "Why, I'm going to TRANSFER THE TRIFORCE OF WISDOM from Princess Zelda to YOU, of course." The tears of terror on Hilda's face are ruining her makeup, but she's now as furious as she is afraid.  She throws her arms around Zelda.  "WHAT?!  That's CRAZY!!" she yells.  Zelda looks to the side, thinking about the fact that the Triforce of Wisdom is back home with her mother.  "For more reasons than ONE," she mutters anxiously.  Serenumbra smiles and the Moon Pearl glows, lighting his face from below.  "Oh, Hilda," he says.  "YOU'LL THANK ME EVENTUALLY."  End ID.]

This is the one place I'm worried people will shout "plot hole!! Why doesn't he check Princess Zelda's hand!!"  The answer is that he's so sure he's right about her having it that he wouldn't even listen if she waved her hand in his face.  

Anyway I like Serenumbra as a villain he's creepy as fuck.

[clansocreations]

My Sky CotL playlist and why each of the songs is in there. Brought to you by I literally have nothing else to do right now 🤣

Because it's peaceful and calm and I like it

The Fog clears (Interlude) ((from Tin Can Audio's The Tower)

Rocket Launch (from Agents of Shield)

La vie en rose

Melody Meadow by Louie Zong

Zelda's lullaby (legend of Zelda)

Song of the Sea (Lullaby) ((from Song of the Sea)

Homesick by Cavetown

La Valse de Amelie ( from Amelie)

Secret Garden (from Howls Moving castle)

My Neighbor Totoro theme song (piano version)

Hallows eve masquerade ( by Beetlebug)

Because it thematically relates to:

Flying

Learning to fly by Hills x Hills

Where no one goes (from how to Train your Dragon, covered by Cloudjumper)

Touch the Sky (from "Brave")

Flying with Mother (from HttyD 2)

Light/Darkness

Edge of Night (Pippins Song) ((from Lord of the Rings)

Towards the sun (from "Home")

A specific area of the game

Beware the forests mushrooms (Legend of Zelda)

I see Fire (from the Hobbit, covered by Freya Catherine)

Clock town theme (Legend of Zelda: Majora's mask)

Rain Clouds by the Arcadian Wild

Home by Cavetown

Singing & Community

Sing for myself (by Voices in your Head)

Army of Two ( from Carol and Tuesday)

Tsuki (by Fake Type)

To you (by Or3o, from Or3o's "Clover")

Forever Endeavor (by the Altogether)

Other

Constellations by the Oh Hellos

Baba Yetu (Covered by the Triforce Quartett)

Beneath the Mask (from Persona 5)

The Loneliest Girl (also Carol and Tuesday)

Something Wild (by Lindsey Sterling)

Open your eyes (Garrett Williamson)

Because I've heard it in Sky/Because I can play it in Sky

Morning at the Slag Ravine (from Castle in the Sky)

Song of Storms (from Legend of Zelda)

Merry go round of life (from Howls moving castle)

Hype music (for difficult tasks)

Rather be by Clean Bandit

Till it's over (from Just Shapes and Beats)

The Storm (by TheFatRat)

Jackpot ( also TheFatRat)

The journey starts today (from Pokemon Journeys)

Call of your ghost by Dessa (as heard in Welcome to Night Vale)

Island of Dreams by Nerdout & Rustage

Because the Sky soundtrack is on Spotify

For those who have come before

Faded Glories

The cloud messenger

An upwards dance

Before a fall

[renatayaga]

TONIGHT AT 7! For the first time ever I'll be on mic on stream in my good friend TheBulbaBoys' Every Zelda In Order stream! It's the three of us playing Triforce Heroes, TONIGHT and every Tuesday until we beat it 💖

http://www.twitch.tv/thebulbaboy

[shinpurusaga]

Hey Listen #zelda #link #heylisten #shinpuru #shinpuru85 #dankmemes #nativeinstrument #imaschine2 #imaschineapp #maschinemikro #soundcloud #music #hyrule #triforce #ocarinaoftime #peace #nintendo64 #legendofzelda #time #pug #nostalgia #childhood #tuesday #シンプル @shinpuru85