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maple-the-awesome · 11 months

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When Another Finds Out About His Crush Part 1/3

Part 2 || Part 3

Pairings: Four, Hyrule, Legend x GN Reader

Overview: What happens when someone else in the Chain finds out about his feelings towards you?

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How is it that today has been so peaceful? Seriously, when was the last time the group got a chance to breathe for a second, let alone actually take a moment to enjoy themselves like normal Hylians who don't have to constantly deal with the weight of the world upon their shoulders?

Maybe it's because of the last battle which left most of them pretty battered - too battered to dive head first back into another hoard of monsters right away. Perhaps the Old Man finally got tired of their constant whining and bickering which had grown in volume over the course of the last few days, leading him to pacify them with a quick break. It's probably a combination of those two things, but whatever the true reasoning for this blessing, Four plans to enjoy it - at least he's trying his best to.

He won't complain. It's nice getting to sit here in the sun, enjoying its warm beams that pair sweetly with the cool breeze that carries itself up from the spring where the majority of his traveling partners currently splash around, their joyful cheers making all sound right with the world. Of course, this scene of an early summer would be so much better if not broken every few seconds by Four's sneezing.

His nose is probably red and eyes possibly a bit puffy, but he tries not to care. He's too focused - too distracted with the many thoughts running through his head to begin fussing over some mild allergies.

'Loop over that...Now tie here...'

'Maybe we should've chosen different flowers -'

'- No. We can't admit defeat to a stupid flower. We're seeing this through, damn it!'

'I wasn't suggesting that we give up. Only that we reevaluate our clearly flawed plan. This field is filled with flowers. We can take our pick.'

'Ooo, I like the poppies over there! Let's use those!'

'No! Poppies aren't good enough. Must I remind you why we're using daisies in the first place?!'

Four sighs heavily, his hands collapsing to his lap. The tangled flowers resting in his touch are a pathetic excuse for a 'craft'. If anything, they look no different from flowers that have been tugged from the ground then tossed around in a bag for a few shakes. It's rather shameful considering how long the minish took to teach him the careful art of weaving flower stems together. Are some watching him now, shaking their heads in confusion as to how someone can be struggling to this extent? Of course, it would be easier if he switched to practically any flower other than daisies, but he's committed to seeing this through as is, no changes.

Four's harsh thoughts only break away temporarily when noticing the wolf that saunters through the meadow towards him, likely chased away from the cold shadows that have begun casting over his former resting place closer to the spring. Over here in the sun it’s much warmer, so there’s no surprise when the wolf invites himself to sit next to Four, giving a curious look to the flowers on his lap that asks the question without words being needed.

"I'm trying to make a crown," Four answers, lifting the string of stems up with one finger to let the wolf get a closer look which he does by leaning forward and taking a sniff. To him, the craft is impressive, looking far more detailed and put together compared to the flower crowns he's personally made with the children of his village, although it's clear that the Smith is having trouble accepting his own talent by the way he leans his cheek against the palm of his hand with a huff.

"Normally I can make them pretty quickly with fewer mistakes or tears in the stems and petals, but today I just can't get it right. No matter how many times I attempt one, it never looks good enough," Four explains further, his words drawing Wolfie's eyes to the several drafted flower crowns abandoned off to the hero's side. Then suddenly, the wolf's attention is drawn back to Four with a start when he sneezes loudly.

Sniffing, he gives the slightly startled animal a pitiful look, "...Oh, and it doesn't help that I'm allergic to daisies..."

Wolfie tilts his head to the patch of poppies growing no more than two feet away from them.

"No, I can't...Daisies are easiest to make flower crowns with. They, um, have longer stems."

Woflie tilts his head further, showing doubt over Four's claim, yet in this form, it's not like he can truly call him out. All he can do is make himself comfortable, lying down among the tall grass where he can bare witness to the poor smith's torture as he goes back to weaving flowers into a circle, the only interruption to the silence between them being his repetitive sneezes and eventually a pair of footsteps approaching from the spring.

"Hey, we're missing you down at the water! Whatcha doing all the way up here by your lonesome?" It's no surprise that you're wearing a smile - Alright, it might've been a surprise a few hours ago when all you did was scowl or pout about your aching feet, but ever since Time allowed the group a break, you've been nothing but smiles and rainbows, a look Four prefers on you due to how contagious your enjoy never fails to be.

Immediately upon looking up, a smile pulls at his own lips and all of his muddled thoughts wash away into one. Even his voice is light as a feather without giving you any hint to his prior irritation; a complete contrast to how he had been seconds ago when Wolfie first joined him, "I'm not the biggest swimmer and even if I were, that scream Sky gave when jumping in was enough to convince me of my decision to stay up here."

"Yeah, it's ice water, but hey, anything beats sore feet at this point," You place your hands on your hips with a chuckle, sparing a quick glance back at the rest of the boys before your attention returns to Four, "Making flower crowns, I see?"

He nods, fiddling with the one in his hand which he seems to stare at for some time (truly it was only a few seconds for anyone except himself) before he holds the craft up towards you, "...I thought you'd like one."

"Really? For me?" The bashful smile he wears is easily missed as you awe over the flowers, delicately running your fingers over each petal. Like Wolfie, you see none of the flaws Four concerns himself with. Instead, you see a beautiful collection of near perfect daisies (only a few petals missing here and there) all weaved together in a strong pattern that keeps them from falling apart, "Oh, this is incredible…Wow, you truly are a talent to behold, aren’t you Smithy?"

He officially blushes, rubbing the back of his head with a wide smile he tries to maintain, "I can't take all the credit. I learned from the minish."

"You're too modest," You shake your head in mock annoyance, although the delight in your eyes never fades as you look over the flowers some more, "You know, daisies are actually my favorite, too."

"You don't say," Four picks at the petals on his lap, trying to act as casual as possible, "What a coincidence..."

You open your mouth to say something else, however you don't get the chance when a shout is suddenly heard from the spring followed by a loud splash. Four would've been curious to see what the commotion was, but he's currently in too much of a daze to follow where Wolfie and you look. Surely it's not that important judging on your calm sigh anyways.

"Aaand I'm pretty sure that's the sound of Vet drowning the Captain. Seeing as I would like Time to keep giving us breaks in the future, I should probably go handle everything before he comes back," As disappointed as Four is to hear you’ll be leaving him so soon, he forgets all about that feeling when you place your flower crown on top of his head, your hands hovering there as you give him a gentle smile. He could’ve sworn he even felt your breath blow against his face given your close proximity, but maybe that was just the optimistic side of him, "Keep this safe for me, please? I’d hate for your hard work to get ruined."

"Uhhh...Y-Yeah. Yeah, I'll protect it with my life."

"Thanks. Now if you two will excuse me…" After patting Wolfie’s head goodbye and winking to them both, you race back down to the spring, shouting something to the other boys with a fierce tone that is the exact opposite to how sweetly you always speak to Four. He might've had a little nerve to either fear you or admire your anger (which can be kinda hot), although he merely sighs lovingly in distracted thought he only leaves when happening to catch that knowing stare Wolfie is giving him in the corner of his eyes. Now, wolf or not, Four can once again understand exactly what that type of smug look means without words.

Pushing Wolfie away halfheartedly, he huffs, "Don't say anything and we'll be even."

"Do you think you could teach me how to cook this dish?"

Pour Four nearly chokes on his own spit when the question meets his ears. Teach Hyrule to cook? Now he knows all of his fellow heroes come equipped with many talents, but surely there's a line to be drawn!

Of course, Wild has a much milder reaction to this 'challenge', in fact, he's actually happy to be granted something to do seeing as he's been grounded to camp after his latest 'stunt', as Twilight referred to it. So, raising his attention up from the supplies he’s been taking inventory of, he glances over the wobbly handwriting on the paper that Hyrule holds out towards him, the Traveler trying not to look either too hopeful or too nervous.

"...I mean, I'm willing to teach you to cook, but are you sure you want this recipe? It’s not intended for beginners...Not to mention we might not have all the ingredients..." Taking the paper into his own hands and whispering to himself in thought distracts him from Hyrule's gulp, "We might be better off trying something else -"

"- No!" Hyrule bites his lip when Four and Wild's gazes jump to him, clearly surprised by his tone. Shifting on his feet, Hyrule tries to clear his throat as a poor attempt at acting 'natural', "I, uh, would really like to try this recipe. It sounded pretty good when the baker explained it, plus we've been traveling for so long and it's not everyday that we get to try something like it - Oh! And I already have all the ingredients. 'bought them in the last town we went to."

Hyrule hopes he isn’t coming off as too pushy or, in the worst case scenario, desperate. This plan is nerve wracking as it is, thus the last thing he needs is anyone asking questions, after all, he already had a close call when you caught him leaving that bakery during your stay in town.

When you saw him leave without buying anything, you assumed he was being rupee-cautious and offered to buy him something sweet if that was what his heart desired. You’re kind like that, always keeping an eye on him and doing your best to hype him up as being just as worthy of the hero’s title as everyone else. That’s why he couldn’t possibly have told you then that you’re what his heart desires most. No, that would’ve been too weird and cliche, even he knows that. You deserve a better confession (whenever he finds the courage for that), but in the meantime, he can at least show you his gratitude through gifts which is why he currently stands here mentally praying for Wild’s help; he’s his only hope at this point!

The Champion looks inside the pouch Hyrule had quite literally tossed at him, the Smith also sneaking a peek from over his shoulder. Comparing the written ingredients to those in the pouch, they confirm that everything is there (surprisingly no weird foods that Hyrule somehow manages to find).

"...Well, the Traveler's right about one thing: we don't usually get a chance to eat sweets on the road, not to mention everyone's been a bit stressed since our last battle. Maybe a treat would be a good way to lift spirits," Four suggests, although the words feel as if they must be pushed through his teeth. Already, his stomach tosses and turns in memory of the last 'dish' Hyrule made which resulted in seven of the ten heroes getting food poisoning and Hyrule receiving a permanent ban from the kitchen ever since.

Wild hums in thought then, to Hyrule's joy, nods and hands him back the recipe, "Alright. Let's get started."

Thinking back to it now, the request seemed so easy to him. Unlike the others who usually see their lives flash before their eyes at the thought of Hyrule's cooking, Wild has actually enjoyed most of his meals including the one that made nearly everyone sick, his only complaint being the need for less salt (a critique that was drowned by out Wind's over the top gagging). With that said, he saw no issue with helping the Traveler complete the desired recipe, however it's always possible for someone to come around to reason, it just took a lot of smoke and heaving, but come around nevertheless.

One minute everything was cooking as it should with a wonderful aroma filling the camp. All Wild did was turn his back. It was only seconds - that's it, seconds - before the cooking pot exploded into a puff of smoke and sparks. Since then, it's been utter havoc which is normally the word everyone else uses whenever Wild and Hyrule get paired, but today, Wild's admitting it himself. Is this usually how stressed Twilight feels?! If so, then he's sorry! He doesn't have time to actually apologize and will most likely forget by the time he sees his mentor again, but dear Hylia, he's sorry!

It's by the grace of the goddesses that no one comes running back to camp to find the scene that would await them if they did: Wild and Hyrule working together to frantically stomp out the flames before they reach any supplies or burn down the entire forest. Even then, evidence of their crimes remains in the form of charred grass and the coat of soot that covers Hyrule's face, stretching his bangs to the sky as his eyes carry a certain daze to them. Maybe now that he's literally had his work blow in his face, he can finally admit that his cooking might not be the best in the group's.

"What did you do?!"

"I didn't do anything!" Hyrule meets Wild's shout, however he soon falters and pokes his fingers together innocently with a mumble, "...I thought you said that monster parts can give dishes effects..."

“Yeah, some…” Wild's face drops, his eyes wide with realization yet he still finds himself asking with a hint of fear to his voice, "What did you add?"

"..."

"Please don't tell me..."

"...Red chuchu jelly..."

"Dear Hylia!"

"I was curious to see what effect it would have!"

“It blows up! That’s the effect it has!”

"Do I even want to know what's going on here?"

Oh Goddesses, please kill him now...Hyrule had hoped if anyone, it would be the Old Man or maybe even the Captain who came running back to scold them, but you? Oh, you’re the last person he wanted to see this!

To be fair, you still aren't as bad as one of the stricter adults who would’ve immediately accessed the situation and started handing out punishments. Instead, you plan to let them plead their case. Actually, you don't even look that angry, mainly confused and tired as you stand at the edge of camp, arms crossed with an expression that's anything except amused (probably because you had the unfortunate fate of being one of the seven who got food poisoning from Hyrule's last ‘cooking’ attempt).

Before either boy can begin explaining themselves, you sniff the air and immediately scrunch your nose as a reaction to the awful smell that burns it. Hyrule swears you even gag, although it's hard to tell because of how fast you shoot a hand up to cover the whole lower part of your face.

"What in Hylia's name were you trying to make? It smells like bokoblin guts!"

Hyrule shrinks even further into his embarrassment, "...It was supposed to be a fruit cake..."

"A fruit cake?"

"Hyrule wanted to learn how to cook and had the recipe for one. It just...didn't go as planned," Wild rubs the back of his neck, sparing a pitiful glance at the smoldering gunk that sticks to the cooking pot. It'll be a pain to clean later, that's for sure.

"Obviously,” You roll your eyes followed by a frown as you look to the cooking pot yourself with more sympathy than pity, "...But it’s a shame. I love fruit cake."

Wild blinks, his eyes shifting from you to Hyrule as the gears inside his head begin to turn. Meanwhile Hyrule tries to clear away the soot from his face with a quick drag of his sleeve, however he only makes matters worse by smearing it, "I'm sorry. I really wanted it to turn out right for you, but…I guess I should’ve just bought a cake at that bakery, huh? …I’m not cut out for cooking myself…”

Your frown remains as does that look of sympathy. Stepping forward, you take your canteen from your hip and dump a little water over the very edge of your cloak. By the time it's properly soaked, you're standing in front of Hyrule and using the cloth to wipe away the scoot from his face. Your attempts are far more successful than his, getting most of the gray off at the cost of your clock taking on the shade itself, not that you show any care.

"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it some day, 'rule. It's something that requires practice and patience. After all, I'm sure Wild wasn't as good of a cook from the start as he is now.”

"Umm -"

"- Shush."

And with that, Wild immediately puts his hand down with a pout.

"Start out with some simple dishes first, then whenever you get the basic skills of cooking down, I'll teach you how to properly make fruit cake. How about that?"

Hyrule's eyes nearly sparkle at the offer. Sure, Wild is his partner in crime when it comes to getting into unnecessary trouble, however he'd much rather have you as his cooking partner (and maybe his partner in everything else, too, if he can one day get that far). That's likely why he nods too quickly, his bangs still being stuck upright which prevents them from bobbing with the movement for once.

You chuckle at his excitement and go to leave camp to return to whatever you had been doing before, although you do stop to ruffle his hair, reminding him to wash it when he gets a chance (words he doesn't hear because he’s too busy obsessing over the feeling of your hand running through his hair).

"You know -" Hyrule jolts out of his trance, cheeks red at the realization that he had forgotten all about Wild who stands with most his wait shifted to the side, arms crossed and a smirk pulling at his lips, "- Usually when you like someone, the best thing to do is to try not poisoning them."

"I-I wasn't - That's not what I -"

"- We still have some ingredients left over. Let's start from the top," Wild merely shakes off Hyrule’s rambling, something the Traveler is thankful for as he begins to trail after his friend back to the cooking pot, however he stops dead in his tracks when Wild suddenly spins around to point a wooden spoon at him, "BUT, no more adding anything that isn't in the recipe when I turn my back or else I'm warning (Y/n) that they'll have to be doing all the cooking in your relationship…Hylia knows I can’t afford getting in trouble again with Twilight...”

Hyrule gulps and nods more timidly than he had with you, "W-Will do."

This was a mistake and the worst part is that Legend knew it before he even committed to the decision. He knew it would be a bad idea to 'invite' nine others into his home, even if it was to be a temporary trip, yet he opened the doors to mayhem anyway.

He blames his own tiredness, if anything. He didn't really feel like presenting a good argument as to why everyone should remain outside, which would've been especially difficult to pull off given the blazing sun above. No one wanted to just ‘wait outside’, not when their curiosity was overflowing at the thought of all the cool things the Vet must be hiding inside his home. So ever so foolishly, he let them in, underestimating the exact extent of annoyance he'd be instantly cursing himself with.

"Don't touch that!"

"Get away from there!"

"Hey, those are delicate! Put them down!"

"No, I am not playing any music! I'm just here to switch out my weapons. Just - STOP SHIFTING THROUGH MY STUFF! HAVEN’T YOU EVER HEARD OF SOMETHING CALLED ‘PRIVACY’?!"

"...You can borrow that if you want."

Surely some of the heroes snapped their necks by how quickly they turned towards Legend, surprised to hear him speak in a tone not laced with vexation nor raised in a shout. Actually, his words are rather soft - soft for him, at least.

Even you're surprised, although it's not for the same reason as the others. Hearing the Vet's voice behind you, you practically leaped out of your skin and prepared yourself for the same harsh scolding as everyone else has received, so it takes you a second to process what he had really said instead.

You blink once then twice (the rest of the group does, too) before glancing down at the ring you have pinched between your fingers. There's a small chest filled with them in front of you, each somehow different from the other whether that's because of the color of the band or the types of gems decorating them. Of course, you only planned on looking over them with your eyes, not wanting to disrespect Legend's privacy (and not wanting to be shouted at either), but that was before one ring in particular caught your eye. Your interest couldn't be tamed at that point, leading you to pick up the piece of jewelry for closer inspection which lands you in your current situation.

Turning to face Legend, who only boredly glances at the ring in your hand before going back to his own business, you open your mouth to say something - perhaps ask if he's serious because you most definitely misheard, right? He's going to let you borrow something of his? After getting so peeved about everyone else simply touching his stuff? You aim to be safe and confirm permission, yet the question doesn't have a chance to leave your lips before someone else beats you to it:

"What?! How come they get to take something? I wanna ring!" It's Wind and his objection makes sense seeing as he had just been looking over the same jewelry box moments ago only for Legend to swat his hands away. He isn't the only one to see the hypocrisy either.

"Can I borrow this?" Wild asks, holding up a boomerang with a hopeful smile that nearly distracts from the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

"No, you can't!" Legend hisses, quick to rip his tornado rod out of Warrior's hands while he's at it much to the Captain's offense.

"Oh come on! What makes (Y/n) so special, eh?!"

"They're responsible," Legend dismisses stubbornly with a wave of his hand as he turns his back to them again. The others merely roll their eyes in annoyance, Warrior mumbling something under his breath that sounded a lot like 'simp' much to Legend's frustration, but before he can bite back, he mostly forgets all about them when you finally get a chance to speak up for yourself.

"You're sure it's no trouble?"

Legends fears he might have stared at you a bit too long - not that you would've noticed seeing as you keep your eyes focused on the ring you fiddle with. Despite how much you try to act neutral as to not get your hopes up, there's a giddy joy to your eyes at the thought of getting to keep this ring even if just for a little while, after all, it's so beautifully crafted and the red rubies attached to the golden band remind you of Legend in a way you'd prefer not to explain in front of everyone else, let alone with him present.

"...Yeah, it's no problem," He looks away quickly, blowing some air which fixes his bangs out of his view. If anyone were to spend more time studying his behavior (Hylia forbid it), they might notice how awfully red his face has suddenly gotten, "...Just don't lose it."

Truthfully, he doesn't care. If it were just the two of you, he'd actually tell you to keep it since he has plenty of rings anyways, not to mention it would give him some peace of mind for you to always have a protection ring handy, but he can't risk saying that here. The others are already questioning him too much and the last thing he needs is either Wild or Warrior picking up on the hint. Maybe he’ll just wait for when you try to return the ring so that he can play it off better by simply pushing it back towards you and giving some excuse like ‘I didn’t even miss it’ or ‘I actually don’t need any more junk now that I think about it’. You wouldn’t suspect a thing then nor would anyone who overhears.

"Thank you! I promise to take really good care of it!" At last, you take no shame in letting your delight show and waste no more time sliding the ring over your finger.

Legend just nods, burning through all of his willpower to not keep stealing glances your way. Fortunately, it doesn't take him much longer to locate the weapons of his desire, allowing him to finally herd everyone out of his house while continuing to deny their requests to borrow some items for themselves. Hyrule is the last straggler, something Legend originally wouldn't have thought much of since the Traveler isn't one to usually cause him trouble, although there's a first time for everything as it would seem.

"Congrats on the engagement," It's such a smug comment to come from someone who looks nothing but innocent as he saunters by, in fact it takes Legend's brain several seconds of spinning before he understands the implication and with it, his confusion instantly melts into a mix of fury and embarrassment (which one is at the head could be anyone's guess).

"T-They asked and I have plenty of rings, so there was no point in me turning them down! It's not an 'engagement'!"

Hyrule merely chuckles in the face of Legend's anger, "Don't worry. I won't say anything."

Legend huffs, taking it upon himself to push Hyrule towards the exit so that he can sooner leave this mess behind, however before he can begin to feel too comfortable, the Traveler speaks up again while casually picking up a gauntlet off the nearby table Legend leads them by, "This is cool.”

Legend glares; a deadly look Hyrule once again meets with too much innocence - mocked innocence, the Vet is now convinced - nothing but an act!

"You know, it would be a shame if someone like Warrior or Wild realized why you only do nice things for (Y/n). If they connect the dots for themselves -"

"- You can borrow it," Legend cuts Hyrule off in a hurry, pushing the gauntlet into his hands while shoving him out the door, "But I want it back in one week, you hear? That's all the time you've bought yourself with, you rat!"

#linked universe #link x reader #linked universe x reader #lu four x reader #lu hyrule x reader #lu legend x reader #legend of zelda #reader insert #x reader

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thebearme · 5 months

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OH WAIT MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ALSO ASK BTW IF YOU HAVE ANY HEADCANONS ON CAMERON OR GWEN

Imma just gonna start with Cam first, and let me just tell you Cameron I projected the most on because even after my "ihatehim no ilovehim" phase so idk maybe some of this could be out of character srry.

I imagine Cameron is south African, particularly Zimbabwean.

His a walking nerd emoji.

The only pass time Cam had was to draw bugs. So he's REALLY GOOD at drawing bugs. Only bugs. Everything else looks like it's from the diary of a wimpy kid.

Cam not that keen of physical touch but slowly getting used to it cuz of Mike. Mike also trying to remember that everyone is open on surprise hugs.

Idk why but with Zoey and Cam's relationship I just think of Carly and Freddie but without the crush.

Gwen and Cam would have art trades together.

Cam got the dryess hands in existence because of the amount of hand sanitizer he uses. OCD GAND RISE UP!

Im saying this now but Cam and B would TOTALLY VIBE TOGETHER!! i just don't know their intentions are yet so dont ask..

Lightning and Cam would have hangout if not for the cheating thing.

Duncan once asked Cam if he can draw a mural of his pet spider Scruffy.

Sam would take it as his personal duty to teach Cam in the way of being a gamer. By teaching him the Zelda timeline and the lore of FNAF. May god rest Cam soul after that.

Cam doesn't not do well with the more active people in Mike's system like Svetlana and Manitoba. They try to be gentle with him but they just don't know their strengths and Manitoba canonically eats dirt so there's only so much they can hangout.

Vito doesn't vibe with nerds but he does occasional try to back him up if he's getting bullied. ONLY if Vito himself isn't bullying Cam.

Cameron actually has the best relationship with Chester. He loves hearing history and old facts and Chester loves the excuse to chat someone's ears off.

Mal and Cam have more of a neutral relationship with each other but I can definitely see Mal thinking his just some weakling nerd until Cam shows him he knows how to make the Demon core.

Cam and Mike started a hate Scott club. Although Cam feels alil bad about, he tends to be reminded of why they started this club every time they go back to their cabin.

Cam once witnessed Scott use the bathroom without washing his hands. And never liked him since.

There was one time between season, Mike, Cam and Zoey were going on a little road trip. Z & M both ask what song should they play next? Cam said he doesn't know any songs so maybe just play the Ice cream truck theme. And that's when they find out HOW sheltered this boy is.

I would get into the nitty gritty but Cam's mom is NOT a good mom. Zoey and Mike have beef with her (Zoey trys to have the benefit of the doubt and said she just too over protective while Mike legit DONT like her.)

They both make sure that Cam gets as much outside time as possible and learn to have a life outside of his house.

When Cam goes to college is going aboard as an entomologist.

When Cameron first came on TD he didn't know what to wear because obviously he's never been outside so it a mixture of hot and cold clothes. Bro don't know fashion but it's his outfit changes in All Stars.

He's wearing a puffer jacket because it reminds him of a sleeping bag and makes him cozy + it has a cooling system inside thanks to B.

#ask #total drama #td cameron

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captainjonnitkessler · 1 year

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hey you're the only person whose atheism takes i actually like AND you share some fandoms with me so i wanna ask how you'd approach this cause i'm short on ideas

i'm a big fan of fantasy gods and religion (zelda, final fantasy, dnd, etc) but it always boils down to "The Gods are de facto real and good so we worship them" or "There are some Good and some Evil Gods" but I'm kinda religious-traumatized so every time I try to work with the setting (and don't get me wrong, I like it as fantasy worldbuilding!) I accidently don't know where to go except angst and cult-stuff

but I was wondering if you had some other ideas for an antitheist depicting fantasy gods that doesn't feel like opening old scars or staring into the abyss, or if you know any resources i can look at

I love this ask, religion in fantasy is something that does fascinate me! Because as you say, a lot of works have a pretty generic "these are the Good gods the good guys worship and these are the Bad gods that the bad guys worship", which is, y'know. Honestly fine, if religion isn't a big theme in the work, but is also overlooking a ton of potential.

I think in something like dnd, where the gods are demonstrably real and there's little to no argument about who they are and what they want, the debate shifts from "is this true?" to "this is true, but why should I care?" Do people think gods are inherently worthy of worship, or do they expect to get something in return? What do the gods have to offer their worshipers? What do they demand in return, and why? In what way does worshiping or not worshiping a god impact your average peasant's day to day life? What would draw someone to one god over another? Dnd gods usually aren't all-powerful, so in what ways are they limited and how do they deal with that? Are the gods trying to achieve some sort of goal, and if so why? If your protagonist is worshiping someone, is it important to them or is it something they just do out of habit/family tradition?

I'm also a fan of the Terry Pratchett method of "the gods are real and are mostly minor annoyances". I mean sure, they're there, but you don't go around believing in them, because it would be like believing in a table. I think this is a funny option when you want to keep the gods around as part of the setting, but don't really want to do any religious narrative stuff. (Although as Pterry proves in Small Gods, you can also use this setup for a very powerful narrative if you so choose.)

And for my own part, I mostly ignore religion when I'm writing for the same reason I ignore romance: I simply don't care about it and don't want to write about it so I pretend it doesn't exist. My world now baby!!

As far as resources go - I haven't listened to much of the Writing Excuses podcast so I can't guarantee quality, but they do have a few episodes focusing on writing different types of religion in fantasy that might be worth checking out.

Anyway I'm opening this up to the floor because I would genuinely love to hear other people's takes on this. There's SO much potential for fantasy religious worldbuilding that I think gets overlooked in favor of "good vs evil pantheon" or "catholic church with the serial number filed off".

#i hope this helps or at least makes sense; i feel like it's a little all over the place #but thank you for asking! and in regards to your second ask no worries at all!#it just took me a bit to get to answering bc i didn't have my laptop and i don't like typing long stuff on my phone #atheism #skepticism umbrella

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sky-squido · 1 year

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USING CELESTIAL NAVIGATION TO LOCATE THE KINGDOM OF HYRULE

PART TWO: The Part With Actual Celestial Navigation In It

*part one is here*

oh yeah, quick heads-up that I’m a LinkedUniverse fan, so I do make a casual reference or two to the comic and characters, but this analysis is about—and solely based on evidence present in—the games themselves. so, general LoZ fans who have no knowledge of or interest in LinkedUniverse whatsoever, this analysis is for you, too! go wild, friends!

Okay, SO! In part one, we came to one conclusion: Hyrule does in fact, slide around gratuitously between games. This is good! Because that lines up exquisitely with my celestial results. Ah jeez, now I have to figure out how to explain what I even did to get these results. Here goes!

Section Three: Explaining How, Mechanically, This Is All Going To Work

Let’s break it down into only the essential basics, the stuff I did in like the first half of the semester (this checks out, because the second half involved using the moon, stars, and planets, the motions of which are… interpreted creatively in the 3D Zeldas released thus far). Basically, it’s time to talk about the noon reduction.

(You can just skip to section four if you want the answers, but I have an excuse to ramble about my hyperfixation and I will take that, thank you very much.)

*long inhale* okay so if you drew a line from any celestial body to the center of the Earth, that line would pass through some point on the Earth’s surface. If you were to stand on that point, your object of choice would be directly over your head. The spot in which you’re standing is called the object’s geographic position. We only care about the latitude of this position (or how far north or south it is from the equator), also known as the object’s declination. On the equinoxes, the sun’s declination is zero—at noon, it passes overhead on the equator. If you were in the northern hemisphere, you could see the sun by looking in the southern sky. If you were in the southern hemisphere, you could see the sun by looking in the northern sky. Does this make sense? If it doesn’t, shout at me in the notes and I’ll draw diagrams. But yeah, this is important: If you’re north of the equator and the sun’s over the equator, you have to look south to see the sun. This is why, if you’re in the northern hemisphere, the northern sides of buildings never see sun—the sun’s always in your southern sky.

On the solstice in June (the summer solstice for all you northern-hemisphere-dwellers), the sun’s declination is 23.5°N. It’s because of the Earth’s tilt, whatever, don’t worry about it. If you’re at 23.5°N (also known as the Tropic of Cancer), the sun is directly over your head at noon, now. Equator-dwellers (and everyone else south of the tropic) have to look to their north to see the sun, everyone north of the tropic has to look south to see it. You’ll notice that when the sun is in the northern hemisphere, it makes it nice and toasty and that thing we call summer. The southern hemisphere is, at that moment, missing their sun rather fiercely and would like to not be so cold anymore. On the December solstice, (winter solstice for the northern hemisphere), the sun’s at a declination of 23.5°S, ditching the north, baking the south, equator-dwellers have to look south to see it, Tropic of Capricorn dwellers can see it directly overhead at noon, etc. etc.

So, as you’ll notice if you’re one of those clever observant types, the height of the sun at Local Apparent Noon (LAN) varies by your latitude and by the declination of the sun. What’s LAN? Great question. Basically, thanks to time zones and the sun’s inability to hold itself to a decent schedule, it doesn’t always hit its peak for the day at 12:00pm by your watch. LAN is what we call whatever time it is when the sun does hit its peak for the day. But we don’t care about times right now, just the sun’s altitude at LAN.

That’s another thing—altitude. Everything in celestial navigation is measured as an angle (even distances; ever wonder why latitude and longitude come in degrees?) which makes doing math and measurements really freaking convenient. Because of this, the height of the sun above the horizon, or its altitude, is measured as an angle: 0° means it’s on the horizon, 90° means its directly overhead, and 45° means its halfway between the two.

So, the sun’s declination varies over the course of the year between the range of 23.5°N and 23.5°S. If you know where in the world the sun is overhead (that’s declination) and you know how far the sun is from being over your head (that’s altitude), you can figure out how far you are from that place where the sun is overhead (that’s gonna give you your latitude). Clever, right? Don’t worry if you’re not retaining any of this—this is tumblr, not a textbook. I just think it’s neat.

So, if you’re following my train of logic (quite a feat, as I’m notoriously convoluted), this all means that if you know how high the sun is in the sky in a Zelda game, you can figure out at what latitude the game takes place! Kind of. We also need to know the time of year, which will tell us what the sun’s declination is. If the sun in a given game passes directly overhead at noon, we could fall anywhere in that 47° band between the tropics, depending on the time of year.

There are two problems here: firstly, how do we measure the altitude of the sun—Zelda items are very cool but none of them are sextants (sextants are basically just really fancy protractors for measuring angles in the sky) and secondly, how do we account for the fact that we don’t know what the declination of the sun is?

The first solution is honestly rather simple. We use shadows. Sun hits Link, sun hits ground, line from Link’s shadow’s head to Link’s head points to sun. You’ll see plenty of these diagrams later, so I won’t bother explaining all of it here.

The second solution is more finicky, took me weeks to figure out, and I’m still not entirely sure how it works, but I brute-forced it with my Nautical Almanac, Excel, and several hours of tedious number-wrangling. Because, while 3D Zelda games understandably make no attempt to accurately model the movement of the moon and stars (and don’t even include planets), the sun gives us another clue.

I don’t know how many people know this, but “the sun rises in the east and sets in the west” is actually an approximation. Contrary to what the 3D Zeldas would have you believe, the sun does not, in fact, rise at 090°T (directly due east) and set at 270°T (directly due west) every single day of the year. It varies, sometimes rising north of east, sometimes rising south of east. There’s an equation that takes your latitude and the declination of the sun and calculates how far away from east and west your sunrise and sunset are, but that’s not actually useful here, because, as I alluded to previously, Zelda games don’t account for this. Fortunately, there’s another clue! I wonder if any of you are mentally shouting it at me right now. Spoiler alert: It’s the length of day and night! Is day longer than night? The sun’s closer to you (northern declination, which means northern hemisphere summer). Is night longer than day? The sun’s farther away from you (southern declination, which means northern hemisphere winter).

The really really nice thing about using the sun’s altitude at LAN and the length of the day and night is that between the two of them, we have almost all the information we need to get a solid fix on when and where these games take place. And the second nice thing about this is that, unlike the sun always rising and setting exactly due east and west, the sun’s noon height and day length vary appreciably and reasonably between games! …mostly.

To compile all this nonsense into something practical, here’s the plan: we crack open a 3D Zelda game, wait for the sun to rise and then we start a timer. See if the sun, after rising in the east, scoots to the north or the south or heads straight overhead. Now we know what hemisphere we’re in (give or take). Wait until LAN (the sun is always either directly due north or due south during LAN, because it rises in the east and sets in the west and it’s all symmetric and stuff) and then we snap a picture of our boy and his shadow. Wait until sunset and then lap the timer. Spend the night cycle screaming over how screwed up the moon and constellations are, then bop the timer once the sun rises. Now we know how long the day/night cycle is and what fraction of that day is spent in the sunlight. We do math to figure out how many hours long the day and night would be if the day/night cycle were actually 24 hours long. Then we grab that picture we snapped at LAN, literally just measure the angle with a digital protractor because trying to take the distances and do trig is way too much work and honestly probably less accurate, and then BAM, we’ve got everything we need to massively narrow down our game to a specific latitude and one of two possible dates. I say two possible dates because the sun hits a given declination twice a year—once between the equinox and the solstice, and then again when it doubles back to head to the next equinox. If that doesn’t make sense, think about the fact that the day before the solstice and the day after the solstice are both the same length. Cool? Cool.

Alright, let’s see what happens when we actually try this!

Part Four: Finally Getting to the Gosh Darn Freaking Point of All This

Sorry Leg, Four, and Rulie, but your games aren’t going to be very helpful here cuz we get to see neither the sky nor any pronounced shadows cast by stuff in the sky, so you’re off the hook.

Of the remaining Zelda games, Termina doesn’t actually take place in this dimension, but hey, maybe it’s somewhere neat! We might as well.

Okay, so we’ve got six canon 3D Zeldas. (Yeah, sorry both Hyrule Warriors’s (even though one of you is apparently canon), I couldn’t be bothered to actually boot you up and start measuring angles—doing these ones was enough work already and you don’t even have day/night cycles).

Of the six Zeldas I am using, all of them have day/night cycles except for one, Skyward Sword. As much as I’d like to slap it on the pole and say the entire game takes place near the solstice, celestial nights do in fact demonstrably exist, they’re just not looped into the gameplay, so we’ll have to figure something out.

Of the five remaining Zelda games, two of them feature in-universe clocks—which isn’t actually all that useful anyway, since longitude is way more arbitrary than latitude and I don’t know where Hyrule keeps its prime meridian—and those are Breath of the Wild and Majora’s Mask. The final three Zeldas—Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, and Twilight Princess—have day/night cycles that just loop evenly along time spent in the overworld, which is handy.

Okay, so let’s do this!

Ocarina of Time: Our day lasts 2 minutes and 40 seconds and our night lasts 1 minute and 20 seconds. The full day/night cycle takes 4 minutes. 2 minutes and 40 seconds is actually exactly two-thirds of 4 minutes, so we can just apply that to 24 hours and BAM, we get a 16-hour day and 8-hour night. Those of you living in Canada, Northern Europe, and Patagonia are familiar with this phenomenon. And, when Link is both a child and when he’s an adult, the sun’s altitude at LAN is 70°.

Now let’s plug these two data points into the chart I bruteforced! Isn’t she pretty? I love her

Okay, so it’s kind of just outside the range of what’s possible—for a day that long to happen, you have to be pretty far from the equator. But, when you get that close to a pole, the sun doesn’t get all too high in the sky. We can give Nintendo a few degrees of wiggle room, though, and put Ocarina of Time on the summer solstice (June 21st) at 47°N. Wow! And those seven years he’s asleep for are exactly seven years because it’s still the solstice when he wakes up. 47°N is, for context, about the latitude of Seattle (Washington, USA), Munich (Germany), and Ulaanbaatar (Mongolia).

This is the most straightforward of all the Zelda games we’re going to cover. Majora’s Mask is exciting because Termina is a hellhole so we’ll skip to…

Wind Waker: Day: 5.5 minutes. Night: 4.5 minutes. Full cycle: 10 minutes. If 10 minutes became 24 hours, 5.5 minutes would become 13 hours and 12 minutes! The sun at LAN gets up to 54°

Now let’s plug that bad boy in—I’ll just use the version of the chart with all the games already on it to save space (sorry for the spoilers, I know you must be heartbroken).

So, that puts Wind Waker at a comfy 44°N in either early April or September. Wondering where those dates came from? Every little dot on this chart is a data point, and every one of those is from the 21st of a month, either March (the spring equinox), April, May, or June (the summer solstice (in the northern hemisphere)). Then you can just interpolate between them. So if Wind Waker lands between my solstice dot and the one next to it, it’s near the solstice, but on the summery side, so very early September or early-mid April. No Zelda games have nights longer than days, but if that were the case, you’d just read the X-axis’ “Length of Day” as length of night and the points to the far right would represent the winter solstice instead of the summer one. Don’t worry if this doesn’t make sense to you—this barely makes sense to me and I’m the one who made it.

But now we’ve gotten ourselves in a little pickle—is it April or September? You could use whatever in-game clues you’d like to try and figure this out, or research the prevailing winds and ideal sailing seasons at the relevant latitude, but I’ll be going off of celestial cues to the best of my ability, so here goes!

April. It’s April. Wind’s birthday is probably like April 9th or something and I like that a lot. Fits his vibes. How did I figure this? Well, let’s start by taking a look at the night sky:

Yeah, okay, it’s fricked. I’m not gonna get into into why the moon is so bad in every Zelda game, but this article does a good job of explaining it. All the nonsense that happens in there applies to Wind Waker and Twilight Princess, too—Ocarina of Time doesn’t have any moon phases, which is probably a good thing. Skyward Sword has its own issues and you don’t need me to tell you that the moon in Majora’s Mask is a problem.

Orion, however, offers us a clue. This little lad pops up in Wind Waker, Twilight Princess, Skyward Sword, and for some reason, Majora’s Mask. I couldn’t find him in Ocarina of Time’s sky, but I think I found Cassiopeia and the Summer Triangle. It’s not like any of this matters that much, cuz the stars are fricked in all the games and positioned in direct contradiction to the sun and also each other, but if we have two dates and we’re just trying to pick between them, we might as well give Orion his time in the spotlight.

Again, I’m not sure how many people know this, but the stars move over the course of a year and over the course of a night. They move a lot every night (about sixteen degrees an hour—just a little faster than the sun), and, since they’re speedy little fellas, they get just a little further along their path every night. This means—and I’m really sorry to all the fanfic authors who use this as a plot device in their fics—that you can’t just look up and know where and when you are. If you know when you are (exactly, like in time to the minute), you can guesstimate the where, and vice versa. My final project for this class was actually trying to see if I could figure out both when I knew neither, and the answer is yes, but it takes a lot of work and finagling and also you need to know what year it is and have a lot of celestial information about that year in particular. If any of you suddenly have a hankering for a fic in which the LinkedUniverse boys freak out over being celestially disoriented from both the time and location changes, stay tuned ;)

Okay, so my point is that if the stars are just up there, frozen in the sky, like they are in all the 3D Zeldas, it gets tricky to figure out what time of year it is. I mean, we could just… assume these are their midnight positions? Spoiler: it doesn’t actually matter because the stars are all fricked to heck anyway. We just need one little pointer to try and figure out which of the two possible dates we ended up with.

Slight tangent, but of all the constellations, why do they insist on putting Orion of all people in all their games. He’s a winter constellation! All the Zelda games take place in or near summer! I mean, yes, he’s a summer constellation for the southern hemisphere, but most games don’t take place down there! Does Nintendo have some sort of personal beef with Altair, Vega, and Deneb that I don’t know about? Are they a joke to you??

*cough* Anyway. Orion in Wind Waker is visible in the southwestern sky. Were it September, Orion would rise pretty late in the night, coming up in the east, and he’d scoot his way through the southern sky, but just after he crosses the meridian (due south) and is about to head into the southwestern sky, the sun rises and we can’t see him anymore. That’s no good! How about April? Well, yeah actually! The sun sets, and, blinking into view on the meridian is Orion, scooting through the southwestern sky before eventually setting at about midnight. So, Wind Waker probably takes place in early April at a latitude of 44°N!

But Squido! I hear you shouting, doesn’t the game take time for Wind to beat? And isn’t Hyrule big enough to span multiple lines of latitude? You were just talking about how big it was in part one of this post series! You can’t seriously be suggesting that the entire game takes place on a single day at a single latitude! And to that I say, you are, indeed, correct. This measurement can’t possibly apply to all of Wind Waker, just as my previous assessment can’t possibly apply to all of Ocarina of Time.

My solution? Hand-wave it. Seriously, Nintendo is not programming a fully accurate year-long celestial cycle that tracks the number of in-game days since you started and changes the positions of the stars and everything by your latitude. That would be badass, but hardware limitations are a thing and Nintendo has its priorities (somewhat) straight. We can say my calculation represents the starting point in time because I still like Wind having an early April birthday and this gives him the whole summer to adventure around while the daylight hours are long. We can say the latitude in question is, I dunno, towards the top of the map. There’s palm trees around, so I hesitate to put us any further north than the 44°N I calculated. That is about the latitude of Toronto (Canada), Milan (Italy), and Sapporo (Japan) after all. Maybe that’s the upper bound of the map. I honestly don’t think it’s that important.

Twilight Princess: We’re old hats at this by now! Day: 8 minutes. Night: also 8 minutes. We’ve got ourselves an equinox—12 hours of each! LAN altitude is 55°, so that puts us at a lovely 35°N in either late March or September.

Orion is in the southeastern sky so, as I said in the Wind Waker portion, that would make sense in September. So it’s September 21st! It find it fitting that a game about the balance between light and dark takes place at the time of year when light and dark are perfectly balanced. This latitude, for context, is about the same as Charlotte (North Carolina, USA), Albuquerque (New Mexico, USA), Tehran (Iran), and Osaka (Japan). I always knew he was a southern boy.

Breath of the Wild: Yeah, I was going in chronological order by release date, but Skyward Sword doesn’t have a day/night cycle and that complicates things, so I’ll just do Breath of the Wild now while we’re in the groove and—hey, isn’t that spunky! The sun and moon pass through the northern sky, did you ever notice that? That means this game takes place in the southern hemisphere! And not just any ol’ southern hemisphere latitude, it freaking commits. I mean, you ever notice how long those sunrises and sunsets always seem to last? How the game seems to draw out dawn and dusk as much as possible to minimize how much time you spend trying to find your way around in the dark? Well, that’s because Breath of the Wild has a seventeen hour day! How exciting! The sun rises at 0400 (4am) and sets at 2100 (9pm). Its LAN altitude is a groovy little 43°, leaving us at a latitude of 63°S in early either February or November (this is the southern hemisphere, so these are summery months now).

(oh yeah, my Switch is modded so I can play as Zelda instead of Link—it’s called Zelda’s Ballad and it’s pretty sick. My awesome little sister set it up for me :3)

And wow, if 63°S isn’t an exciting latitude. That’s level with *checks notes* Ross Island, Antarctica!! Wait, what? Yeah, Breath of the Wild takes place in Antarctica, apparently. I wonder if the Sheikah tech holding the moon in place is also responsible for the climate control.

But yeah, I looked real hard, and found something that I thought might be Orion, but I’m honestly not convinced. If it were him, he’d be in the western sky, which would check out for February but not November. The trees in Akkala have red leaves, which could mean fall (which, in the south, would make it February), but then again, I hesitate to take ecological cues from trees that are apparently growing in Antarctica. A spring month fits with the themes of the game—rebirth, life rising from desolation—and that would mean November. I dunno, this one’s up to the Zelda Lore Afficionados.

Majora’s Mask: Yeah, you know it’s all going to hjeck when I put Skyward Sword off because the alternate dimension in which the moon is crashing into the planet and you’re forced into a time loop is easier to do celestial navigation to than Skyward Sword is. Here’s the scoop:

Sun rises and sets at 0600 and 1800 (6 am and pm) so that’s another 12 hour day. But the sun is really overhead-y. Like, 80° overhead. That puts us in the tropics, so there’s actually a few latitudes and dates we could be at. We could be at 10°N on the equinoxes—in late March or September—or we could on the equator, 0°N, in mid April or August. This is pure conjecture, but I feel like the equator is oddly fitting for this game. A liminal space between hemispheres, where the normal rules don’t always apply…

But, when I was looking for other clues, I found something very fun. Okay, so you know how I said the sky is fricked, right?

Like, okay, we have some familiar friends, but you can see that they’re all screwy. The angle between the Big Dipper’s pointer stars towards Polaris and Orion are an acute angle in Majora’s Mask and an obtuse angle in real life. And why are they so close to each other?! It’s just… so weird. But anyway, here’s where it gets funky. The sun passed to our south at LAN, so we know we have to be north of it, though just barely. We’re either on the equator or north of it but then… Orion is to our north. Orion is directly over the celestial equator, which means he’s like the sun on the equinox—if you have to look north to see him, you’re in the southern hemisphere. So we must be in the southern hemisphere, even though I just said we were in either in the northern hemisphere or on the equator. As if that wasn’t bad enough, if you look at the Big Dipper’s orientation, the pointer stars that point towards Polaris are pointing over our head! Even if the star I circled isn’t actually Polaris, the real Polaris would have to be somewhere around there. Which means, since Polaris is the pole star and the whole point of it is that it’s directly over the north pole, to have Polaris directly over our head means we’re on the north pole. We are in the southern hemisphere and on the equator and on the North Pole. No wonder the moon got sick of us and wanted us gone.

Speaking of the Big Dipper and Polaris real quick, Wind Waker actually has a refreshingly accurate depiction of them. The Big Dipper is angled a little funny for this time of year, but eh, it all works out. You can see that the direction that the pointer stars are indicating that Polaris is in is actually to the north! That’s pretty neat! Polaris is also at about the right height, give or take, that it should be for the latitude we calculated. So hooray for Wind Waker!

Skyward Sword: So. Uh. This went downhill very quickly. I was like “hey, maybe the sun is just frozen in its LAN position cuz it doesn’t move, right?” WRONG. If it were LAN, the sun would be directly due north or due south. But NOPE, it’s to the southeast. That means its still morning. At least, when we’re in Skyloft. When we go to Faron, the sun’s due west. Eldin? Southwest! Lanayru? North of west. But wait, you may be thinking, this is handy! We get a few snapshots over the course of a day, and we can put them together to get a feel for what a day looks like here, right? WRONG!

I tried that. You know what I got?

THAT’S NOT HOW THE SUN WORKS!!!! That looks nothing like either a sine wave or a parabola. But I was like, you know what, maybe it’s okay, maybe my puny mortal mind cannot comprehend this. Let’s let Excel work its magic and give me a parabola.

Okay, that’s not too terrible, we’ve got an LAN height of like 55°, which is workable. Hey, now that I think about it, what if we extended this parabola to find out where the altitude is zero! We’d basically get the compass directions in which the sun rises and sets, and I mentioned earlier that I can use that to calculate latitude and declination! So let’s just extend this little parabola here…

nOPE! Here, let me try to explain why this is so bad. You could make a chart where you graphed the sun’s altitude on the Y-axis and the sun’s azimuth, or the compass direction you’d have to face to stare straight at it, on the X-axis. You’d have a graph that intersects the X-axis twice, once at near 090°T and another at somewhere around 270°T. When it gets to the meridian, or 180°T, that’s where your peak, or LAN, would be. This graph does not do that. The sun is modestly in the sky to your north. The sun climbs, passing to your east, and then to your south. It hits its peak just after passing the meridian (that’s not how the sun works?? That’s not how any of this works?!??) and then begins to fall a little as it slopes to the west. It passes west, though, scooting through the northwestern sky before passing north again and continuing to circle towards the east, gradually making its way down to the horizon just before completing its second full rotation around the entire sky.

I joked briefly before about Skyward Sword being at the north pole in the summer so the sun never sets, but that actually seems to be the case?? At latitudes like that in the summer months, the sun can do a lap or two around the sky before touching the horizon. This wouldn’t be a huge problem, if for the fact that you can sleep until nightfall. Which could mean Link passes out for anywhere from a full day to a number of months. Does daytime come back around again? We’ve returned to another one of these strange infinite days, which means that Link has slept for approximately ONE ENTIRE YEAR. I know everyone calls him a sleepyhead, but that’s a bit much, don’t you think?

Furthering my hypothesis that Skyward Sword takes place uncomfortably close to the North Pole, there’s Polaris! Nice and high in the sky, so we must be close to the place where it is overhead—the North Pole. BUT WAIT! What direction is Polaris in? It couldn’t possibly be to the north, could it? No, the north star? In the north?? No, Skyward Sword got it right when it put Polaris IN the SOUTHEAST?!!??!!

Orion is just vibing up there at if we’re comfortably close to the equator, but no, that can’t be the case.

ALSO! I’ve been ignoring the moons cuz they’re all wonky, but THE MOON IN SKYWARD SWORD IS DIRECTLY DUE NORTH!

WE ARE NEAR THE NORTH POLE AND THE MOON IS TO OUR NORTH. For those of you unaware, the moon tends to stick to the same path as the sun, just that what the sun does in a year, the moon does in a month. The sun is never, ever, ever overhead at the North Pole, SO NEITHER SHOULD THE MOON BE!

The only possible explanation?

SKYWARD SWORD TAKES PLACE IN TERMINA.

You ever notice just how big the moon is in Skyward Sword? Yeah. Yeah, me too.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

To summarize: Ocarina of Time: 47°N, Summer Solstice (June 21st) Wind Waker: 44°N, early April Twilight Princess: 35°N, late September Breath of the Wild: 63°S, November or February Majora’s Mask: 0°N (maybe), mid April or August Skyward Sword: Who Freaking Knows

#squido rambles #squido's op #linkeduniverse #squido's navigational escapades #loz #linked universe #legend of zelda #well that's several days? weeks? months? depends how you count but it was a long time #and it was like five thousand words ellemayo #i'd apologize but i'm not sorry the slightest

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st-hedge · 6 months

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Ooh, ooh, me, I'll be your excuse to draw ww Ganon! /j

On a more serious note, that post made me look at ww ganon's design again, and the dragon-themed details on his clothes are so interesting in the context of how dragons (well, dragon singular) feature in WW, especially when compared to how dragons are featured in other titles like SkSw and BotW/TotK. That's like, the most clearly and directly opposed dragons are ever shown to be to Ganon (not counting Zelda's animorphs moment) and yet that's the game where he has grasping dragon claws on his sleeves and a vaguely draconic pendant at his neck. I just think that's kind of neat. Themes of desiring what is always out of his reach, etc.

I actually keep forgetting that it’s supposed to be dragon peets on his sleeves (I suppose??). I always think it’s just bird claws since there is a theme of bird monsters

And speaking of dragons and ganon, I think in totk the inside of his robe actually had the face of a dragon instead of the gerudo symbol? Or that’s how it looks to me on the amiibo and some dubious screenshots people have been taking. The eyes just look very dragon like

#ask hedge

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karakulialiny · 7 months

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Link was able to learn the horible truth about his destiny: he is the reincarnation of the Link who was cursed by Demise a few thousand years ago. And now he is forced to take on the role of the hero who will free Hyrule from Ganon’s tyranny. But then he's reborn, killing thousands of innocent civilians in the process. And when the culprit of all this was able to rise from the world of the dead, Link finally lost his temper, allowing him to take the most powerful form…

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I really wanted Link, Zelda and Ganondorf to realize that they were prisoners of a circle that had been closed for a long time. But they wouldn’t just accept their fate, they’d instead look for a way to break the curse. However, Demise would return to the world of the living, taking with it other villains from previous games. Then Link would have engaged in an epic battle with the incarnation of chaos, and after our trinity would have performed a special ritual that will free them from further rebirths.

You’ll have to excuse me, but I’ve been obsessed with anime and its epic battles lately. And given the fact that I dream of an anime series based on the Breath of the Wild trilogy, the scene where Link enters beast mode is very appropriate.

Fun fact: Pizza Tower was able to realize what I wanted from the Tears of the Kingdom finale😆

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#Linktober #linktober 2023 #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #zelda au #TotK Link #TotK Ganondorf #LoZ Demise #AoC Astor #ancient hero's aspect #zelda anime #I finished it in 12 am Oh my GOOOOOD

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who-is-shades · 1 month

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basil wants the rest of us to wait outside so they can talk to parsley. parsley doesnt want us waiting in the hallway but basil wont drop it. parsley just sighs and drags basil out lol. as soon as the door closes teya starts snooping around the room xD

basil is fucking pissed at parsley for leaving without even a goodbye. things got really bad after he left. moms a dickhead. basil says the worst part was thinking parsley wasnt coming back but he only came back for his wings. 'your silence speaks enough.' JESUS. they still missed him and turns away. moms not gonna just let him leave. dont even leave a note if you get out.

parsley grabs their wrist and says theres no excuse but he is sorry and missed them. he admits he might not come back and hes awful and they deserve better. he says hes a coward. basil calls him an idiot xD basil warns him cause mom has something planned to force him to stay. parsley asks if basil wants to meet his friends. 'sure lets meet the replacements.'

senna is dusting the room its fucking dirty. teya is snooping and looking at the old drawings of parsley. wheatley takes a picture of each photo. teya finds a violin! wheatley somehow sneezes off dust. teya also finds handwritten sheetmusic. teya finds fancy clothing in a wardrobe. senna is also examining the clothes so fancy!

senna starts reading the sheet music. wheatley goes onto the balcony and shakes the dust off lol. teya uses sending! zen flops on the bed and releases a bunch of dust pissing senna off xD android suddenly stands up and says "do you think he had a diary?" blackmail! zen mumbles that its not nice to do that but teya reminds him he stole a picture from her house. wheatley joins the team!

senna puts the violin and sheetmusic in her token for safety. everyone yells at her wtf. android finds a dagger under the bed xD wheatley examines the dagger and puts it back under the bed. senna presti's wheatley and android for redusting the damn room. android and teya are sniping again.

senna checks the pillows quick for the diary. wheatley flops down next to zen lol. zens getting a weird feeling again. he says it would be hard for god to remove us from the feywilds easily. android goes and stands on the balcony to scout the area. teya reads her brothers book and senna pulls the violin/sheetmusic out and keeps reading that.

one of the songs on the sheetmusic is fairy fountain from zelda xD senna hums it to herself. zen wonders where us organics will sleep. senna says she can meditate on the floor, teya can sleep on her lap if she doesnt wanna sleep on parsleys bed. zen naturally offers himself.

parsley and basil arrive! senna asks if parsley wrote the sheet music. basil asks parsley where he got wheatley since his kind has been showing up in the woods, rude. they also say they hasnt seen many firbolgs lately. 'whats the timeframe on lately?' basil comments not to say thank you cause thats bad xD

'he left and didnt tell us why and he doesnt even know.' 'story time i guess!' parsley left cause of an arranged marriage! 'she gonna resume the arrangement?' 'maybe she'll try for an even worse marriage?' wheatley starts pulling out his gun xD parsley shakes his head and he puts the gun away. basil says the marriage thing has gone and passed. called off. only mother 'knew' he would come back. 'she said that when i left actually.' even if basil knew what she was up to they arent allowed to talk about it.

senna comments about the archfey making an impossible deal to force him to stay here. parsley rubs his face tiredly. basil says they have to go or mother will be pissy. nice to meetcha. 'dont get too attached to parsley he'll abandon you too.' teya overhears basil mention something about firbolgs as they leave hmmm.

time to rest since ya know nothing else to do. senna does her dragon training. zen is taking up the entire bed goddamn. parsley reads his music notes. wheatley whines for parsley to get into bed xD hes also holding teya tightly lol. SP is just doing donut in the middle of the room. senna and the dragon are just. stuck in a standstill. not getting better but also not worse. she wakes up after shooting the dragon in the eye with an ice shard cause it shot back with a fireball to the face now she has a headache. she goes to stand on the balcony for a while with android.

theres no nighttime here just like an eclipse somehow. SP rolled over to wheatley for uppies onto the bed. teya gets up to grab parsley cause their gonna make a deal oooo. pinky promise! defeat zorbolt or die trying. as they let go a spark appears and disappears. deal dealed! parsley drops that he is 'technically' an archfey lol. teya asks for warlock powers xD.

parsley doesnt wanna sleep in a pile boo. zen tricks parsley into getting into bed when they get off, then they pile on him xD teya still takes the chair. android looks back and laughs. 'wanna join u-' 'no.' teya writes in her journel. wheatley gets up and sits on teya. its chaos hour wtf xD zen sighs sadly and lets parsley go and getting off the bed. wheatley gets off teya and sits on the floor by zen.

zen says tomorrow is gonna be busy, like some outside force? hmmm. parsley leaves to get food and some guards follow him. he sees rosemary at the table! shes not very talkative hmm. teya steals parsleys bed xD

sennas arm itches and it has more scales, sigh. she can see the land itself moving around, neat. android comments his god doesnt know much about the feywilds. senna says she was told it was made of primordial chaos. like spingledorfs orb maybe. this land existed before Gaia. who the fuck knows xD dont try to solve the feywilds.

android asks what will we do if it comes to a fight. 'kill her!' thanks wheatley. senna comments about the silver box and her jewerly. android says if we would leave him here. prepare for the worst case. yeah were fighting for parsley we cant leave him here. loyalty!

archfey bullshit. 'we WERE told you need all 4 of us to beat zorbolt.' parsley did his best to help teya, gotta repay the favor. were not leaving him here android.

rosemary says parsley shouldnt have come back and leaves. parsley returns to the room and sighs and flops on the bed. he calls over wheatley lol. as we go to sleep parsley dreams himself in the woods. fiddlefink is pissed lol. his sleep paralysis demon xD good morning!

#senna #dnd #dnd adventures

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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Rose gets to meet Shy the next morning right?

Following up

He wakes up to someone flopping down on the bed, and when he cracks his eyes open, Midge is laying next to him.

“Oh lord,” Shy mutters. “Tell me I did not make this particular mistake.”

“Yes, and it was terrible,” Midge teases. “Next time I’m drawing you a map.”

Shy chuckles into the pillow and shakes his head.

Midge grins. “How are you feeling?”

He shrugs. “Like I got beat up, and well-meaning beanpole of a comedian tried to come to my rescue and he got beat up, too.”

“You must have been so scared,” Midge frets. “I’m so sorry that happened.”

“As you well know, it wasn’t the first time, and at least this time it was only because I was black,” Shy tells her. “And not the other thing.”

“It’s still terrible.”

“It’s the world we live in.”

Midge nods.

“When do you need me out of your hair?” Shy asks.

She shrugs. “That depends on how much crazy Weissman family bullshit you’re willing to deal with.”

“Explain.”

“Lenny is already up, and Zelda - my parents’ housekeeper - won this time, which means he’s sitting around in his underpants waiting for his suit to be pressed. I’ve given her your things too, and she’s a whiz with stains so the blood will come right out, good as new. I need to walk my son to school, but that should take fifteen minutes tops, and then I’ll be back, and in the meantime, coffee is already made. When I get back, I’ll make breakfast, and at some point my parents will be home, and my mother may die from seeing you in your underpants, but she had a good run anyways.”

Shy laughs - really laughs - at all of this and sits up, rubbing at his face before getting to his feet. “Can I borrow a robe?”

Midge tilts her head, looking shocked and turning red. “You...You mister, are going to make some nice guy very happy someday."

He glances back at her as he rummages through her closet, and then looks down and laughs in surprise. "Right. I sleep in the nude. Sorry about that."

She looks away, pursing her lips. "Robes are right in the middle there."

Shy pulls a pink floral robe out, one that hits the floor on Midge but makes for a modest covering for Shy. "Thank you."

Midge grins at him and gets to her feet. "No problem. Okay. I'm off to take Ethan to school. Lenny is in the kitchen if you need a buddy. I'll be back soon."

She rushes out, shouting Ethan's name, and Shy wanders into the kitchen as she leaves the apartment.

Lenny is looking rather put out again at the kitchen table, coffee in front of him, wearing only a pair of undershorts, white with thin blue stripes on them.

"Good morning, Lenny," Shy greets as he pours himself a cup of coffee.

"Nice threads," Lenny chuckles. "You travel everywhere with a dressing gown?"

"Midge's," Shy shrugs. "I think it looks good on me, I might take it and buy her a new one." He sits down with his coffee just as an older woman in a maid's uniform - Zelda he supposes - steps in and freezes.

"You are Shy Baldwin."

"In the flesh," Lenny crack.

Zelda gives some kind of squeaking noise before rushing out of the room.

*****

On her way home from dropping off Ethan, Midge checks her watch and manages to run right into someone, stumbling back a little.

"Sorry!" She cries. "So-" she stops when she realizes who it is. "Oh god."

It's the man from the park.

She's in the park, obviously, but it's the man from the park that she'd had sex with who had turned out to be surprise married.

"Oh. Uh...hi."

"I have to go," Midge says quickly, before rushing off.

"But-"

"Gotta go!"

"Can't we at least talk?" he asks, rushing after her.

She whirls around. "What do we even have to talk about? You flirted with me, I fell for it, we had sex, and you turned out to be married, the end."

"But-"

"Nope!"

"But-"

"Lenny Bruce and Shy Baldwin are sitting around drinking coffee in my kitchen and they're not wearing any clothes, so if you'll excuse me, this morning has turned out to be very, very busy. I need to go."

And she leaves him there.

*****

"What is my life?" Lenny hears Midge ask from the front hall as she re-enters the apartment. He hears her heels tap down the hall and into the kitchen.

"Hi," she says, grinning at the two men still sitting there with their coffee, before she starts getting to work on breakfast.

"Walk was okay?" Lenny asks curiously.

"Fine," Midge tells him.

She passes him and he takes her hand, gently tugging her onto his lap. "Hello. We haven't said good morning yet."

"Yes we have," Midge giggles.

"Fine, but you left and now you're back, so..." He leans in and kisses her softly, causing Shy to groan.

"You two are truly disgusting," he tells them.

"It's all your fault," Midge reminds him as she hops to her feet again. "How does French toast sound?"

"Like heaven," Shy tells her.

"We're home!" a sing-song voice calls from the front hall.

Midge's eyes widen as she turns to stare at the two scantily clad men at the kitchen table. A million thoughts clearly run through her mind, and Lenny leans forward, hand to his mouth as he waits for whatever solution she's going to come up with.

She shakes her head and sighs. "Fuck it. Hi Mama! Hi Papa!"

"Good morning, Miriam-" Abe stops in the doorway when he sees Lenny and Shy, staring intently at them.

"Shy here was attacked by some very unfriendly tourists from the deep south last night," Lenny explains to Abe. "I tried to help him out, but I...well I did a bad job. Seven on two, very bad odds."

"There were seven of them?!" Midge cries in surprise. "You didn't tell me there were seven of them, you could have been killed!"

"Your daughter was kind enough to patch us up and give us a place to stay last night," Shy keeps explaining, taking over from Lenny. "And now Zelda is pressing our clothes."

"Is everyone alright?" Rose asks, looking concerned from behind Abe, having obviously heard their story.

"Nothing time won't cure," Lenny assures her. "We drank all the coffee, I can make more..."

"I've got it," Midge grins. "You sit and nurse your face. Mama, Papa, if you're hungry I can make extra French toast."

"We ate already," Abe assures her. "But coffee would be very nice. Who were these terrible hooligans?"

"No idea," Shy shrugs. "I was minding my own business and they started following me."

"Our country is a fucking joke," Lenny grouses. "Existing while black is still a punishable offense. Fuck's sake."

Soon, Abe has joined the other two men with coffee at the table, and Rose has joined Midge at the stove as she makes breakfast.

"Are you with one of these men?" Rose asks quietly.

Midge sighs softly and turns to her mother. "Maybe? Things with Lenny are really new."

"How new?"

"Made up from the fight we were having just las night new," Midge says.

"Do you care for him?" Rose asks.

Midge nods, glancing over at him. "You wouldn't know it to look at him, but he's really sweet. He didn't even know Shy and he jumped in to try and help last night, because he knew it was the right thing to do. He brought Shy here to make sure he was safe, and meanwhile his whole face was bruising up last night."

"Yes, I'm glad that's not what he looks like normally."

"Mama..."

"I'm only saying, skin conditions can be difficult to overcome," Rose says. "I'm glad he's letting Zelda press his pants this time. They were very wrinkled that last time."

Midge tries not to laugh. "You should have seen Zelda, she would not let him get away with walking out of here with less than perfect pants."

"At least he's not in such a rush to leave this time," Rose says.

"Yeah, well...if he ever wants to see me naked again-" she stops, realizing what she's just said and slowly turns to stare at her mother.

Rose sips her coffee. "What was that, dear?" she asks, clearly pretending she hadn't heard anything untoward.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"Is that your dressing gown Shy is wearing?"

"Yes it is."

"He looks better in it than you do," Rose tells her.

"I know. I might just let him keep it."

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny #Weissman Family hijynx #Shy Baldwin

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wutheringmights · 2 years

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Remember how yesterday we talked about a CTB AU where the Chain lands in New Hyrule, forcing Spirit and Warriors into reuniting. Because I have many things to procrastinate on, here is a little snippet of that AU.

It’s basically the events described in the original post, featuring copious amounts of Linebeck III.

A few notes:

I wrote this in like... two hours? So please forgive any and all typos

This is non-canon to CTB and contains no spoilers to the original fic

While I tried to include as many details about New Hyrule and Spirit post-CTB that I currently intend to make canon to CTB, things are subjected to change as I write further into CTB

This is a one shot that I do not intend to continue or add to

All that being said, please enjoy!

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The glitz and glamour of a New Hyrulean ball was always enough to throw Link off kilter, but tonight there was something else creeping up the column of his neck. The who’s who of New Hyrule and the surrounding kingdoms on the continent filled the ballroom with satins and silk, with laughter and chatter, and so many spirits.

It was hard to keep his mind focused on Zelda (fluttery flute music, ghostly wisps of light) as she mingled with foreign nobility. She was beautiful, as always. Her hair was radiant gold under the light of the crystal chandelier, her skin a deep brown hue that contrasted ethereally with her purple dress. When she laughed, she showed off that adorable gap between her teeth that made Link weak between the knees.

Yet, Link couldn’t look at her for too long.

Too many sensations drummed on his brain, demanding attention. Usually, he could drown it out. But between the sensations of barking dogs, the taste of sweet wines, the smell of floral perfumes, the crunchy cold of fresh snow, the scrape of nails on the scalp, the squish of dough under the hands, the mother’s old lullaby, the golden sparkles of joy—under the little purviews of other strangers’ lives, there an undercurrent of a fire burning.

The heat seared under his skin, roaring like a forest fire as it devoured his bones one by one. Sweat brimmed on his hairline as he leaned against the nearest wall and huffed. For years now, his anxiety made him feel like he had caught flame. It reminded him of being sixteen, of hiding around that military camp as he tried to avoid the thumping boots of the captain. He remembered the nights he would spend in quiet dread as he felt that burning Link draw ever closer to him. Heat was his warning that he we no longer safe.

“Stop doing that thing.”

Link didn’t realize he had closed his eyes until he peeked them open. Linebeck (vanilla rum pipe smoke, dried paint on his fingers) was dressed in his finest coat, decked in the precious treasure jewelry his company was meant to sell. When Link was a kid, he thought Linebeck was an intimidating adult. But now that he’s hit his growth spurt and gained some muscle of his own, his friend and business partner seemed scrawny in comparison.

“What thing?” Link said.

Linebeck huffed. “This thing.” He pried Link’s fingers from his collar—he had been tugging the buttons of his dress shirt undone, trying to alleviate the heat consuming his body. “As majority owner of Linebeck and Macaryll Railworks, I suggest you pull yourself together and look presentable for our potential investors.”

Link snorted. “Fifty-point-one percent is not majority owner.”

“Excuse me? Did the forty-nine-point-nine percent minority owner say something?” He fixed up Link’s collar, then smoothed the wrinkles from his jacket. He wore the blue and green jacket of the Castle Guard, but unlike the guards actually on duty, his was made for fashion. Gold epaulettes laden each shoulder, and medals clinked on his chest. Linebeck tried to fix his curly hair and grimaced at the wet slick of sweat. “I can’t take you anywhere, I swear.”

Link rolled his eyes and pushed Linebeck away. He wiped his sleeve over his forehead “We don’t need investors.”

“Ah-ha, that’s what you say, but extra rupees on hand is always helpful.”

“Linebeck—”

“And it doesn’t hurt to make people think we’re valuable, even if we just turn them all down.” He leaned against the wall, pulling his pipe from his pocket. Link watched intently as he checked that it was still filled before striking a match and lighting it. His thin lips wrapped around the spout, opening and closing like a valve until he pulled away with a smoky sigh. “Trust me, lug brain. I’m working double time to be the most charming member of our duo when you got—” With his pipe, he traced the scar cutting Link’s face in half. “The… you know. The big, tall, and intimidating thing going for you.”

Link shrugged. “Niko says it makes me look dashing.”

“He would say that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He’s your grandpa.”

“Uncle.” Link placed his hand over his chest. “And he has the cultured taste of a thirteen year old boy.”

Linebeck laughed, smacking his shoulder. “That’s what I like to see! Go throw that charm onto some unsuspecting lads and ladies instead of sulking here in a corner.”

Link frowned. “I’m on duty—”

“And making yourself miserable.” Linebeck grinned wolfishly, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth. “Go have some fun and maybe you’ll stop being roped back here every few weeks. Then you can focus on making me some more trains full time.”

Link couldn’t help but to smile. He knew he hadn’t been his best these past few months. When he and Zelda first broken up, it was easy to pretend that they hadn’t. They were still friends who spent all their free time together, and when Zelda was too busy, Link could just focus on getting Linebeck and Macaryll Railworks off the ground.

But now that Zelda was being pressured into starting a courtship with someone who could (wanted to be) be her prince consort, he couldn’t avoid the truth any longer: one day, Zelda would truly leave him and all he could do was sit there and watch.

Linebeck stuck his pipe back into his mouth, puffing it a few times. “And if you flirt with someone with enough money to throw into a humble business venture—the better it’ll be.”

Link rolled his eyes, about to shove Linebeck back again. But his eyes narrowed on the wooden pipe. It had a nautical design. Linebeck had once said that was an heirloom belonging to his grandfather. It was a gift from the great Captain Linebeck’s dear friend, the Hero of Winds. Three generations of the Linebeck family had chewed into the end of it as they puffed their tobacco into the air.

Link reached for the pipe without thinking.

“Oh no!” Linebeck held the pipe far out of reach, shoving him away. “No, no, no, no! I told your uncle I wouldn’t let you get into this crap anymore.”

“Just one,” Link said. “Really, just one more than I’m good.”

Linebeck hesitated. Link had gotten into smoking a few years back when he realized that calm his nerves better than any breathing exercise. Since then, it had been an on and off battle to quit. He had been doing well recently, having thrown out his box of cigarettes by himself a few months previous.

One of the best things about Linebeck was that he had no moral high ground. All it took was one pleading look for him to crumble. He handed it over. “Fine, but you didn’t get it from me.”

Link took it greedily, but he was true to his word. He took one deep inhale, tasting the vanilla rum flavored tobacco on his tongue as the smoke soothed his frayed nerves. He exhaled and didn’t complain when Linebeck snatched his pipe back.

Link smirked as Linebeck muttered a slew of swears, deciding it best to extinguished the pipe now before Link could be tempted again.

“You’re a really bad influence,” Link teased.

“I remember when you were a shy little brat,” Linebeck said. “You used to look up to me! Never gave me lip or anything. And now you’re here bullying a dashing gentleman like me! The audacity!” He stomped off.

“Thank you, fifty-point-one percent majority owner,” Link called. “Have fun!”

Linebeck shouted something back that made a few noble lords gasp in offense, hands on scandalized chests.

Link laughed again. Intangible fire still burned, but it was easier to ignore now. He still meandered away from his lonely corner, finding the wall of opened glass doors that led to the balcony. Just being near the night air would do him some good for cooling off. He had his eye on a particular spot that would give him a good view of Zelda when a leather-clad hand covered his mouth.

It burned.

Link shouted. It was like a hot iron was pressed to his lips. The sudden onslaught of pain was harsh enough for another hand to catch both his wrists in a searing grip behind his back. He was hauled back. Link shouted into the palm, trying to kick the perpetrator away.

But his captor was fast. Before anyone could see, he was dragged through the open doors and onto the balcony.

Link had hoped that there would be some pining pair of lovers to witness what was happening, but the early autumn air had a chill that ward them all away. He was utterly alone with the captor with the burning hands when he was pushed face-first against the nearest wall.

“Calm down, engineer,” a low voice said. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

Link froze. He knew that voice. It had been years, but he never forgot it, no matter how hard he tried. He tried to crane his neck around to get a better look. After a moment, the hand on his mouth helped him turn.

The captain (a fire burning, burning, all-consuming).

The passage of time seemed to have been the same for the captain as it was for him. He was taller now too, but still lean and regal looking. His typical scarf and tunic were gone, replaced by clothes that were refined enough to blend into the ball. His blue eyes were as cutting as ever.

The engineer tried to say something, but the captain pressed his hand closer to his mouth. He was still wearing those leather gloves of his. Link hated them. They did nothing to dampen the feeling of his spirit.

“Are you calm? Good.” The captain smiled like this wasn’t Link’s worse nightmare, that sometimes he couldn’t get out of bed in the morning in fear of one of those portals taking him back to the captain’s Hyrule. “You look like you’re doing good. Thank Farore. You have no idea how worried I was about you.”

Link held his breath as the captain leaned into his ear. He couldn’t panic. Not now. He had been through this before. He could keep his cool now.

“I know you didn’t ever want to see me again, and I get it. But fate’s forcing our hands with this one. So I just want to talk it out now before things get worse. Are we clear?”

Link closed his eyes. Total calm.

He nodded.

“Okay.” The captain released him. “So—”

Link jammed his elbow into the captain’s gut, causing him to shout and stumble back.

“Help!” Link screamed as he drew his sword.

The captain swore and readily drew his sword too. “Engineer—”

And, long after Link had earned his peace, when he should have been able to rest without the pain of those years ever coming back to cut him again, Link’s sword clashed with the captain’s again, and he knew that those foreign gods that had reigned over that terrible land would never truly let him go.

#I have no idea what possessed me to go so hard with this. but hard i went #linked universe #linkeduniverse #Lu fanfic #lu #lu warriors #lu spirit #legend of zelda #loz #lu ctb #lu call them brothers #ctb au #Spirit Arrests Warriors AU #me rambling

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solopostings · 4 months

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Din's Chosen .

- - -

If that beast wasn't going to end her, then he had to do it himself. It was fairly easy to lure Senka out to the desert with the excuse of alcohol involved.

Seeing as the Gerudo of this timeline were known for their... strong drinks. Ravii was cunning — he could easily get his sister out and about if he really wanted to. With the simple topic of "free alcohol."

Taking a deep breath, he stood in front of her. Few feet away as the scorching sun blazed over them.

"I didn't think you'd fall for that note so easily." Ravii chuckled as he placed his hand on the handle of his sword. his hand clutched around it. trembling in anticipation to draw it.

Senka waves her hand to fan her face, groaning at the desert heat, "Well, I came here for the drinks. I thought I was meeting Impa here... I guess you fooled me good."

Truthfully, she was off her game after taking care of triplets. She should have known it was Ravii just luring her out.

"Your life ends here. No one can do this except for me."

"You've been saying that for years, Vii." Senka sighs, "You exiled me to the Shadow Temple because you couldn't kill me yourself. You've had so many chances yet... I'm still here."

A snicker followed, "You can't kill me because I'm still standing right here. Now stop this act and let's get drinks—"

Lightning suddenly struck down beside Senka, causing her to jump back and fall. Blinking in surprise, she looked back at Ravii.

That was... new.

"I'm not going to sit down and have drinks with you of all people." Finally, he drew out his blade, walking towards her.

Clouds covered the sun as he drew closer to the older woman. The feeling of dread rising quickly.

"I'm growing tired, Senka. You have the power I need and you use if for nothing. You barely use it at all... how can you be so useless? Din's chosen? Pitiful." Ravii stops, holding the tip of the Goddess' sword to her throat.

Senka tilted her head, still smirking a bit.

"You are still the same after all these years. Jealous of me. Jealous of everyone. But here's the thing..."

Another bolt of light struck down behind Senka — causing flames to arise from the cactus it struck.

Senka's thought vanished as she heard the cackling of the flames behind her. Eyes slowly widened at the faint glow coming from Ravii's hand.

"... you made fire." She whispered under her breath.

It all came to it. The power of fire. The ability to make a flame is what started this war between Ravii and Senka. Between him and Din.

Din's Fire.

Or as Hyrule called it, The Triforce of Power.

Ravii was Farore's Chosen. He had the power of wind — Farore's Wind.

The Triforce of Courage.

He never saw it as a gift, rather a burden. The only one who thought of him as useful or even worthy was Ganondorf.

The man he watched die in the hands of Link and Zelda back in his old timeline.

The man he saw as his own father.

"Vii..." Senka spoke a bit louder, "I can sense it. You... you have my power already."

"Stop lying. You can not weasel your way out of this one. I will end you and gain Din's power."

He was so driven with taking her life he didn't notice the fire in front of him.

That was until another loud crack of the flames snapped him out of his craze. He looked at the fire behind Senka.

slowly, his eyes drew to his hand. A light glow of a triangle on his hand.

"You are worthy..." Senka crawled backwards, getting away from the sword.

"No, that's can't be. This was my father's power..." Ravii slowly raised his hand, looking at the glow fading in and out slightly. It was faint — but it was there.

"You know what that means... he must have seen you worthy to—"

"He isn't dead! I spoke to him!" Ravii yelled, causing strong winds to blow around them. Sand picking up around them.

"But you know as well as I do that when powers like this are passed down, it means they are —"

Another lightning strike by Senka struck down, causing the winds to rage stronger. Ravii's hand trembled as he stared at the light growing stronger.

"Ravii, he saw you worthy enough to give you the last of his chosen power. You have Din's blessing, too!" Senka finally managed to yell as she held onto a rock wall tightly.

The wind only got stronger as lightning flashed in the dark clouds. Barely seen from the sandstorm created by Ravii without realizing.

The younger Glacian dropped his sword, falling to his knees as he gripped his wrist. Tucking himself down into the sand as he screamed in horror.

Chosen Royal Glacians passed down their blessing if they were to die. It was well known. That's the whole reason Ravii wanted Senka to die — he wanted to take Din's blessing.

Knowing he had the Triforce of Power with him, he didn't want to believe it.

No. It wasn't true. It couldn't be.

He knew Ganondorf was still alive. There was no way he wasn't. He could always feel his presence alongside him. Guiding him in a path he made for him. Following the way Ganondorf would want him to go.

How could he be dead if Ravii was so close to prevailing?

The wind grew stronger, causing a sandstorm throughout the entire desert from his rage alone. Senka covered her face with her arm, slowly making her way to Ravii.

No matter how old they were, he was still her little brother. Still that lost little boy from when they were kids.

She made her way beside him, falling to her knees.

"Vii, you're going to ruin the whole Gerudo Desert if you keep this up!" Senka yelled, shaking Ravii's shoulder.

Ravii didn't budge. His focus was purely on his hand — the glow of the same Triforce he once saw on his father's hand.

He wasn't worthy of this.

He didn't want this.

He wanted his father back. To show him everything he has done to continue his work. Everything he has done was for him. to bring him back to a Hyrule fit for him on the throne.

... was it all for naught?

Ravii's head suddenly looked up at the sandstorm around him he was causing. Slowly, he stood up and took a deep, slow, shakey breath.

Fixing his cape for comfort, the wind slowly calms. The sandstorm subsided.

Senka picked up the sword, looking at it in her grasp. Her eyes slowly drew to Ravii standing with his back facing her.

A sigh left her as she walked beside him.

"... I'm sorry." Senka frowned, "I want you to know that I am always —"

"I don't need your comfort." Ravii snapped, taking the sword back from her. putting it back in its scabbard on his hip.

"He isn't dead. Stop acting like he is." Ravii looked around the desert, taking it all in.

It wasn't his Gerudo Desert, the one he belonged to, but it was close enough.

"... I'll show you all he isn't gone. I just need to find him." Ravii turned to look down at Senka, "As for you... get out of my sight."

Senka placed her hands on her hips, "Thought you were going to kill me."

Ravii spun around on his heel, walking away from her, "... changed my mind. Lucky you."

Senka crossed her arms and smirked a bit as she watched him walk away. However... her smirk faded as she glanced to the burned cactus.

Ravii having both Farore's and Din's power in his grasp... he was very well stronger than Ganondorf now. But she knew deep down, Ravii would never admit it.

She will have to keep an eye on him when she can.

Who knows what he can do with this new power?

... her eyes drew back to Gerudo Town.

Well, she was here after all.

Might as well get a drink or two first!

#zy solos #ravii solo #senka solo #din's chosen

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Kiss For Luck?

@flufftober Prompt: Kiss for luck.

One year after taking the throne, Queen Zelda found herself strolling along the avenues and alleys of the harvest festival on the arm of the Hero of Time. While they had married in secret in the chaotic days after Ganondorf’s defeat, Impa and other trusted advisors had insisted waiting until the country was restored for their marriage to be revealed. Until that time, Zelda took every opportunity to spend time with her husband without having to sneak around the castle in stolen moments.

Today was one of the few days where the two could spend time together without drawing much attention. As the head of her personal guard, Link had the perfect reason for joining her at Castletown’s first festival since their defeat of Ganondorf. Risk to Zelda was low, but no one argued when she had announced the evening prior that Link was to escort her to prevent assassination.

“It’s a pleasure to spend time with you, your Highness,” Link said giving her a cheeky smile as he held her arm, a respectful space between their bodies.

“The pleasure is mine,” Zelda replied wishing she could lean against his warmth in the chill of the autumn afternoon, “though I would like it if you used my name.”

“That would be a breach of decorum,” Link said with fake shock, “people would begin to say I’m too familiar for my station.”

“Impa isn’t here to lecture about propriety, Link.” She loved the woman who had kept her safe all those years, but Zelda wished she took the rules of court less seriously at times.

Laughing, Link tugged her towards a booth where people were attempting to hit a target with a slingshot, “Well then, Zelda, how about we try our hand at some games?”

Happily, Zelda allowed herself to be led toward the line. Shrieks of happiness and frustration enveloped them as they stepped up to the booth. One rupee gave Zelda three shots to win. Unlinking her arm from Link, Zelda took her first shot and missed. Then missed her second and third shots. With an amused groan, Zelda returned the slingshot to the man behind the booth who wished her better luck next time.

“It seems you need to practice your aim,” Link teased as they walked away.

“Perhaps I could have someone help me?” Zelda asked, “preferably someone who wouldn’t mind getting close to help with my form?”

“I happen to know someone with fantastic aim, if you happen to be free tomorrow afternoon following my training exercises?” Link had picked up on her subtle suggestion for time alone, something he had gotten excellent at over the past year.

“As it happens, I am,” Zelda said, “and am grateful for lesson.”

“Anything for my wife.”

Zelda never failed to feel a rush of butterflies in her stomach at the casual use of wife by Link. Especially after having spent the past few weeks apart as they attended their separate duties. She felt Link’s hand squeeze hers quickly, before leading her towards a stand handing out warm mulled cider.

They flitted about the booths after that. Zelda made sure to visit each one before they closed, ensuring no favoritism or perceived slight from the crown. It was also an excuse to stay at the festival late enough for most of the nobility to leave, allowing a little freedom from court etiquette.

Their slow weaving through the alleys eventually brought them back to the slingshot booth, where the man behind the counter was packing unwon prizes into crates. He caught sight of the to approaching couple and called out.

“Young man, why don’t you try to win your lady a jewel? Just one rupee.”

“I’ll try my luck.” Link exchanged a rupee for the three pellets.

The first shot, much like Zelda’s hours earlier, missed the target. Link took longer to aim his second shot, which landed closer, but still missed the central red mark. Zelda saw Link’s hand hover over the last pellet, hesitating a moment before turning her.

“A kiss for luck?”

It was her turn to hesitate, as Zelda thought about Link’s request. She knew that if anyone saw them the rumors would spread faster than she could handle. But she also knew that barely anyone remained at the festival to witness this moment. In the end, Zelda decided to allow herself this moment of casual public affection she had witnessed other couples share throughout the day. Leaning in, Zelda gave a quick kiss to Link’s lips, feeling them chase hers as she pulled away.

“That should be sufficient,” she said with a smile at Link’s flushed cheeks.

Pulling the slingshot back, Link released the pellet with an accuracy born from the many months spent fighting monsters as a child. The man congratulated them before handing over a simple pendant on a silver chain, which Link fastened around her neck.

With the festival closing for the night, the two decided to make their way back to the castle. Halfway across the bridge, a shadow startled Link into a protective stance, sword drawn against the potential threat.

“Your Highness,” Impa appeared out of the shadows with a small smile, “I apologize for startling you at such an hour.”

“Impa, if this is about how late I was out, I don’t want to hear about it until morning”

“No, Zelda. This is to do with the upcoming council meeting where I believe your marriage will be the topic.”

“Is that so?”

“It is. And I wanted you to know beforehand that there is consensus on who will be a suitable husband and prince consort when you are to propose a match,” Impa said with a look at Link, “all there would be to discuss is formalizing the date for a public ceremony and coronation.”

With a quiet wish goodnight and bow, Impa disappeared back into the shadows, leaving the two alone once again.

“It seems that kiss was very lucky, first the necklace and now our approved marriage” Link said with a chuckle.

“So it would seem,” Zelda said, leaning into her husband’s arms, “I wonder what would happen if I kissed you again?”

“I’m willing to find out,” Link said, bridging the small gap and pressing his lips to hers.

Zelda kissed him back, and while it was only brief there was no worry about being spotted. Soon enough, they would be able to stop sneaking around with their affections and properly act like a married couple. For now, Zelda could wait, content to take Link’s arm once again as they made their way back to their shared rooms in Hyrule castle through the secret passageway from her favorite spot in the garden.

#flufftober2022 #day 21 #oot zelink #zelink #another secret marriage au

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