#twilight prompt

[5sospenguinqueen]

Emmett: I’m immortal, baby!

Y/N: Then how come you scream loudly whenever you’re in danger?

Emmett: Never said I wasn’t a drama queen.

[linksthoughtbrambles]

For the @zelinkcommunity Opposites Attract prompt - daybreak/twilight. ~2250 words.

A very special thank you to @bellecream for working on the ALTTP project with me and beta reading this!

Rating: Mature for graphic violence. There is no explicit content in this fic.

Setting: A Link to the Past AU (where Zelda went on the quest with Link) - Game-Concurrent, right after defeating Agahnim. Part of a longer story being written in bits and pieces. This piece can stand alone.

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He hurtled through the barrier of mind-rending sound, somehow at speed, so unlike his other journeys between worlds.  He had no idea why the in-between had changed, but he knew—knew—he was following Zelda.  He clung to the thought of her in the unvoid’s static-storm, her trail a thread of harmony in the din.

He shot into shades of blood.

Into her battle cries.

His sword still drawn from slaying Agahnim, Link roared, hurtling himself toward the bizarre creature wielding a narrow trident; it aimed at Zelda’s back as she sliced upward through another’s jaw, fluid spraying in an arc, the near-black of congealed blood.  Link’s rush found his sword angled awkwardly upward, half-through the other creature’s head, knocking it sideways to glare at him with lamp-like eyes throwing empty light, its blood trickling from its split jaw-joint to its neck.

Link had a split-second to register how this beast towered over him before its left hand raised the trident in a clear threat to Link’s heart.

Zelda had already moved to his left—he trusted ]her instincts, her strength, so he slid beneath the creature’s strike-raised bicep, hurtling himself onto the monster’s back by his grip on the sword embedded in its bone. Link grasped the other side of the shining weapon… and pulled.

Back, back, through the creature’s head.

Link had never heard such a sound: something like a roar, but a squeal, a snort, like an angry boar or a pig that’s been hungry too long when someone steps in its pen to fill the trough.

Nothing bit like an angry pig.

The butt of the trident flew backward at Link’s temple—he twitched just to the side, the wood passing harmlessly through his hair as he wrapped his legs around the creature’s middle and yanked the sword through the back of its head, severing its spine where it joined its skull.

Its strings cut, the massive body ragdolled, slamming Link rear-first into the ground and sliding to the side as the top two-thirds of its head thudded to the ground on Link’s right.

The sounds of Zelda’s swift slices through the air drew his eye toward her—cutting, cutting, small cuts at speed—she was winning-

Air whistled behind Link and he threw himself sideways, slashing his sword wildly behind him.  It stuck in meat and bone at the same moment the three sharp points which would have entered his spine struck the thick-muscled shoulder of the dead monstrosity.  Registering the weapon’s barbed points, Link took the precious second to unhook his legs and roll left, pulling his sword free as he arrived fluidly on his feet and thrusting its blade deep into the flesh beneath his attacker’s ribcage.

It stuttered there, blinking, with its long tongue lolling out.  Its biceps tensed as if to pull its trident free, but Link kicked its middle with all his might, freeing his sword and sending the beast stumbling back, the trident slipping from its hands—its calves hit a low stone wall behind it and it toppled, falling silently from sight.

Turning—three more, Gods above, Zelda!

Link ignored the one lumbering toward him from a stairway on his left and charged the creature nearly on Zelda’s flank—she spun low with Link’s first steps and sliced its feet and shins.  It screamed, but the one she’d terrorized with many shallow slashes took the chance to lean down and grasp her midriff.

Its mistake.

She plunged both daggers into its eyes.

Link saw it happen—the creature’s ankle hitting the low barrier, like the one he’d kicked.

Link yelled loud—long—nothing more than a sound, no words—she’d go over with it, its massive arms still locked around her—he shifted, his momentum toward the other monster redirected to reach her in time though he knew, he knew he couldn’t, he couldn’t-

That other monster grabbed her forearms, still bent back, still gripping the daggers.

It hissed at her.

The dead creature’s arms slipped down Zelda’s body heavily, its claws raking her stomach and thighs, tugging her clothing off-kilter, her pants half down her hips as she hung over the edge and Link didn’t dare kill the other!

His Princess’ eyes glinted, red light reflected in blue as they narrowed at the creature, as Link changed trajectory again-

-and pain slammed through his arm as he flew hard right, bowled over by the one he’d ignored.  He skidded along rough, porous stones, battered by friction and tens of bruising impacts before slamming to a stop against the low wall, his spine and the back of his skull searing in sudden pain.

He reeled.

He didn’t care.

Shoving himself up with his right arm, pain and vertigo be damned, he saw them pulling Zelda—one still by her forearms and the other squeezing her ankles, with her suspended between them.

Link growled and ran, ignoring his sword as too far from his path, aiming to tackle the one at her feet.  Both monsters’ heads snapped toward him and in that instant, Zelda yanked her knees to her chest, her surprised leg-captor stumbling face-first into her rear and holy shit did these things bite?!

He had little time to wonder as she snapped her hips up, suddenly on its neck, suddenly with purchase, and she pulled so hard she managed to cut the other monster’s chest with the tips of her daggers despite her assailants’ much greater mass.

Link leapt with a sickening lurch of his vision just as the creature roared loud in Zelda’s face, Link’s right arm and shoulder slamming into the backs of the rear creature’s knees.  As its legs buckled, it came down hard on Link’s back, forcing a grunt from his impacted lungs and a throb of blood into his head.  He felt more weight shift above him, a squealed cry, a spray of blood, and he knew she’d done something but didn’t have much time.

He wriggled under the creature, forcing himself from beneath it, but one of its tree-trunk arms locked around his throat.

Its breath in his ear- unbearably hot- a roar- his fingers digging into its forearm, and its powerful muscle intent on crushing his windpipe, pressure, pressure, pressure, breath impossible, he couldn’t- he wrapped his arms around that muscle and pulled with all his might, but it wasn’t enough- he rammed his elbow into the creature’s armpit and it laughed into his ear, a hot, foul, trail of soul-chilling joy as stars began popping in Link’s vision.

Then something slammed into the creature’s face and its grip loosened.  Link bent its arm just open enough to pull his neck out, crawling from beneath it, then leaping over it, landing a quick, hard punch to the other one’s face.

It stumbled, and Link grabbed its nearer hand, prying Zelda’s arm free of its grip.

The instant it was, she plunged a dagger into the beast’s exposed throat, yanking it out with a vengeance that sent it staggering, tugging her along with it by the other arm.  Link gripped its wrist hard, digging into its taut tendons, and it let Zelda go.

Link turned, letting the creature’s mortal wound take care of it for them, but the monster behind him had gone for a nearby trident.  It raised it menacingly.  Its eyes were difficult to follow—they didn’t have pupils—but Link got the sense it kept switching its gaze between the two of them, maybe wondering which one of them was more likely to kill it.

Link let it look, wondering if maybe, just maybe, it would make the smart choice—put down its weapon and run—but it hauled the trident over its shoulder, readying a throw, and they both dove, Link right, Zelda left.  The creature tracked Link, throwing ahead of his motion, his chest in danger; Link angled himself in the air, his back toward the ground, the weapon’s tips just missing his shirt.  As the shaft passed him, he caught it with both hands and landed holding it on his back, skidding painfully on his already battered spine.

He heard Zelda attack, but she had so little reach with those daggers.  He leapt up, a sudden wave of vertigo striking as he raised the trident over his left shoulder, but the monster swiveled toward the Princess-

He launched the trident at the creature’s side where all three prongs disappeared into its ribcage.  It fell to its knees.

Link fell to his.

“Link!” Zelda cried.

Link found her eyes but she’d already set her sights on the skewered monster.  She stalked toward it, just out of reach.

“What are you?” she hissed.

It gave a gasping heave.

“What are you?” she demanded.  “Why carry me off?  Why not kill me?”

Sounds like tumbling rocks issued from its misshapen mouth—grunts, but more than grunts.  Guttural sounds with shape.  With order.

Language.

Not their language.

“What.  Are.  You?” she breathed, one index finger trained on its chest.  The other hand raised a dagger in clear threat.

It laughed.

It sounded like a landslide, but Link saw a spiteful mirth in the undulations in its chest and abdominal muscles.

Then it coughed up black, tarry blood.

It hissed, its vacant eyes narrowing at the Princess, a clear word surrounding the air leaving its throat.

“Mohhhhhb.  Liiiiinnnnn,” it said.

 The creature’s name broke upon its death.  It sagged to the stones, its eyes’ lights gone out.

Zelda reached Link in an instant.

“Link.  Link-“

“I’m alright.”  I have to be.  For her.

Her hands searched his face, his hair, as he tried not to love it too much.

Her hands came up blood.

He grasped her wrists.  “Zelda, you’re bleeding!”

“I’m not.”

“Blood, blood on both your hands-“

“It’s the light, Link.”

“The… light?”  His head wasn’t quite right, but...  yes.  Yes, when he’d first arrived, he’d stood bathed in shades of blood.

Zelda’s hands were on his shoulders, pressing down.  Guiding him to sit.  To rest.

Who… had the Moon Pearl?

…He did.

Zelda turned her head toward the horizon.

Her eyes hardened.

Link’s gaze followed hers.

A flaring disk, a blood-orange body, hovered at the horizon, half-hidden by two summits and a shaft reaching into the sky with unnatural height—its light bathed the stones, the corpses, the blood in vermillion, splintered from the breadth of Hyrule’s spectrum.  The hue shot across the sky, at once full of cloud and cloudless, like the remnants of some far-off wildfire dragging the sun’s rind-colored luminance deeper, to the carmine of that fruit’s flesh, fading to all but the near-blacks of thick smoke at the opposite horizon.

Zelda moved toward it, shifting up on her knees.  Link crawled at her side.

Each shuffle forward raised shapes and forms bleeding black oblivion into the monochrome light, emerging over the low wall, hulking in their sight.  At first, the distance drew vague shapes, knarled, twisting as though wrought by massive hands from turgid earth, laden with cassiterite and galena, surfaces glistening, as though the land itself were glaring through the vastness toward them.  Nearing the wall brought clarity—stands of things that might be trees, intertwined, curling, tips of buildings, ruined stone, glints of reflection within, liquid snaking through the surface, dark and slick in aspect like oil.

These were the contours of hell.

A malevolent wasteland lit by a twilight sun filtered through noxious haze.

The urgency of his arrival had dulled its potency, but as adrenaline receded, Link tasted it: the air—pungent—acrid—the penetrating stench of burning sassafras seeping with sticky sap boiling from myriad punctures.

Link’s head throbbed with each inhale.

At the edge, the building they knelt upon spread its base wide, a colossal pyramid, layer upon layer of porous stone, steps surrounding them.  The Moblin Link had kicked over the edge lay presumably dead, splayed on the nearest landing below them.

Things lumbered far, far below them.   Mammoth creatures walking on two legs, seemingly aimless.

Zelda’s hand found his forearm.

“North,” she said.

He’d focused on her hand—her slender fingers against his sleeve.  He shook his head.  “What?” he asked.

“The sun, Link.  It’s setting, or- or perhaps rising… in the north.”

Link blinked, looking around in all directions.  He didn’t recognize anything—he had no idea which way might be which.  He fumbled for the compass in his pocket.

He stared at it.

“Link?”

“I… sorry- sorry, Zelda.  Something’s wrong.  It’s not working.”  He held it out for her to see, its arrow spinning wildly, aimlessly in circles.

She breathed a sudden burst from her chest, her eyes sliding up to the sun at world’s end.  “I find myself unsurprised,” she said.  “Look, Link.  Look at the mountains—their shapes.  Tell me what you see.”

He looked once more, the double-peaks raised high above the others-

“Oh!” he gasped.

“Yes.  You see it?”

He did see it.  The heights of the peaks, their distance from each other, their shapes, and the bridge just barely visible between them.

“It’s Death Mountain,” he whispered.

“Yes,” she said.

North.

The setting sun in the north.

They’d been on that very mountainside in search of the Moon Pearl, a red diffuse glow miserly lighting their way.  It had been behind the mountain then, too—an impossible twilight.

“What in Gods’ name is this place?” he asked.

But as they stared, malignant shapes searing themselves to their minds’ eyes, they knew.  They knew what it was.  Agahnim had spoken its name.  So had the old man in the mountain.

This… was the Dark World.

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Soon I'll make a masterlist of all these ZeldaGoesToo!AU drabbles.

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[emptygoldstudio]

[3] Losing team 🥈

Prompt source for October

[math-is-math]

What better way to start pride month than with some good ol’ Sciset 🥰

[homodotus]

hey me and my girlfriend saw you from across the parking lot and we really fucking hate your vibe. i’m going to hit you with my mercedes

[arachnestwilight]

Big day for autistic people everywhere (it's me, I'm autistic people everywhere).

[sunnys-side-upside-down]

Ponytober Day 18 - Twilight Sparkle (Rainbow) #ponygiriponytober

Another niche reference, this time for Rainbow Roadtrip! I have no idea how a Pegasus can fly with crocheted wing bling on, I guess through the magic of rainbow lasers, but they're a cool accessory nonetheless! 🌈💕🔥

[m5or]

I love the fannon that Time calls Twi "Pup" as an affectionate, playful nickname and tease. continuing that train of thought.. I think that there is this golden opportunity when Time fully realizes that Twilight is his descendant by blood. The thought would cross his mind that possibly Twi is named after him, HIM. As of now, he is Link Sr, and I think that would be a soft spot for Time's heart. Link Sr has a Link Jr. Seeing as they use their shared name LINK for something that absolutely demands attention. Link Sr would call out "Link Jr" with the same energy as a parent saying your full name. Wind smugly "Oooh you're in trouble" I can believe that is how he told Malon that they have a descendant "Hey guess what, I am Link Sr now. Yes, we have a Jr, it's one of these boys. Guess which one it is".

[caleod]

7-10-24 "Passport"

[houseofheroesau]

More Linked Maze server prompts ahoy!

Congrats, now he's sad.

Don't tag as LU, please.

[chaos-company]

Angstpril 2024

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1. homesick

2. frozen

3. broken-hearted

4. longing

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6. this isn’t going to work

7. bad dreams

8. lost battle

9. trust issues

10. phantom pain

11. no way out

12. a little too late

13. learning the truth

14. surrender

15. confrontation

16. cry for help

17. last chance

18. left behind

19. trembling

20. broken

21. faking a smile

22. drained

23. swept away

24. the ghost of you

25. cold shoulder

26. grief

27. panicked

28. never see you again

29. betrayal

30. the last time

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1. troubled mind

2. not strong enough

3. you were never mine

4. the night we met

5. mental scars

6. miscommunication

7. jealousy

8.rock and a hard place

9. emotionally distant

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[pikinanouart]

Teaming up for The Mission.

[novaricewrites]

Very tired of the shadowy/darkness-themed brooding male love interests in fantasy romance books. Especially the ones where the character revolves heavily around sex / sexualization.

This is especially irritating when they are 'healed' or complete as people because they are dating the protag. Seriously. It just promotes that toxic 'You can fix him with love' concept. This is such an inherently harmful message.

Not saying those kind of broody characters shouldn't be allowed to exist at all. However, the dominance of that character type over other portrayals in romance especially, subscribes to the common notion of masculinity having only one desirable form.

The main lead does not have to be the most powerful, the most virile, most tragic or most intimidating.

It's shallow and overdone.

Why can't the men and boys in these leads also be written as thoughtful and warm, sunlight characters. Soft hands and gentle voices. Complex and spirited and vibrant. Let them also be kind, lovely and full of quiet things.

I have so many thoughts on this general topic that go into way too many directions to summarize in one post.

[emptygoldstudio]

[4] Mishap 💥

Prompt source for October

[avale-reves]

if this "no news/trailers/whatever at all until the year leading up to release" is the new normal for KH i think fandom is going to like, have to massively restructure the way it works, the things it celebrates and engages with, the stuff it values and considers 'high worth', because otherwise it's just going to be years and years and years of the same discussions repeated over and over with nothing new for us to even chew on in the meantime.

i find that the kh fandom massively undervalues fanworks. maybe as a side effect of how important 'word of god' and 'canon' are to understanding the series, idk, but like i think there needs to be a real shift in fandom perspective to champion them more, and making them far more central to what "being active in kh fandom" means. And I think this both because of just the practicality of keeping fandom alive in an era where the devs are more tight-lipped than ever, but also I think it's something that KH specifically needs to do.

Kingdom Hearts is always going to be a series of "missed/unfulfilled potential". There is no way it cannot be. The concept is just too expansive, the cast so wide, and there are endless ways to spin off of what they've given us, or endless ways to imagine where it could go. Even something as simple as a Disney world has all of this "potential" in how it could be explored, how it could be utilized, how it could play or look or feel, what themes it could have, what character development it could give certain characters etc. And the games will always have to take that infinite possibility and whittle it down to a single thing. KH itself will always have to contend with right/legal issues, Disney oversight and rules, the realities of game development and budgets, etc and so in that sense, it will never be able to reach the potential. But like... we can? We as fans can take all of the potential and use it as an endless playground for us to enjoy and engage with.

Idk, I just think back to, for example, Kairi and Lea training. A concept that has a ton of potential! Very interesting fertile ground for character dynamics, fighting scenes, mentor scenes, etc etc. Obviously, in KH3 this amounted to only a couple of core scenes where the devs put the focus on just their character relationships. Many were disappointed by this, by how little we see, but like, it was always set up as a "thing that is going to be happening off-screen", that's the whole point of 'merlin made a special place where time doesnt matter and they can just focus on training'. And when we think of KH3 with its endless things it has to juggle, its huge cast, etc. it makes sense that Kairi and Lea training can only be a tiny part of it. They have a budget. They have resource constraints. They even have disc space constraints to worry about (it's why their scenes are CG even! They literally did not have any room on the disc to actual make in-game environments for them!).

Like we can look at that and be very disappointed. We didn't get to see any of that stuff. But like, idk, at the same time, the fact that we didn't see a lot of it means that almost any fanwork about that time can "fit with canon" and be "something that might've happened". Like, we can look at it as a disappointment it wasn't more defined by KH3, but we could also look at it as a fandom gift. To borrow a phrase from iconic kh fan translator goldpanner: It is a crack in the concrete sidewalk of KH canon where fanworks can grow and thrive.

Idk. I know for some, fanworks will just never count the same as canon. But, I do feel like if people in general grew to appreciate them more, and have fun with them and engage with them, and share them and make them themselves, then it could do so much to smooth out the feelings of 'missed potential' that is inherent with this series and always will be through no fault of the devs themselves. And perhaps we would find, if, for example, we had spent the 4-6 years between MelMem and KHIV having a blast as a fandom exploring 'Kairi and Aqua training' through fics, art, comics, vids, fangames, music, graphic design, etc etc. We'd probably feel that by the time it was 'defined' by canon into a single thing it has to be for the story they're telling, even if that thing is nothing that we thought or wished for, we might end up feeling the 'potential' of the idea wasn't wasted, because we explored it.

[sleepyheadnat]

"...do you remember who you are?" Twilight asked tentatively.

The dragon was unfazed, all-seeing eyes staring right past him. "I am the Light Dragon. I have roamed the skies of this land for centuries."

"Sure, right, yeah." He gulped uncomfortably. "But do you remember who you were before?" No recognition flashed in the dragon's eyes. Twilight briefly turned to look at his brother, standing a few feet behind him. He took in a shaky breathe. "Do you remember him?"

For once, there seemed to be the shadow of something, some emotion swimming behind those multi-colored eyes. The dragon turned its stare to Wild who felt uncomfortably transparent and desperately hopeful under its gaze.

"This is the Hero of Hyrule, his spirit the guardian of the land for almost as long as I have roamed its skies. He visits me sometimes. Brushes my mane. Talks to me of things I do not understand and memories I cannot recall. He says that he loves me. He is kind."