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gae-bug · 1 month
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So uhh devastating thought,
I was rewatching the botw memories and Yk how basically everyone in the fandom agrees that link loves cooking and is really good at it?
Well, What if links loves cooking so much/is so good at it bc is mom (presumably) died when he was young, shortly after his sister was born, (this is based off concept art btw) and his dad was off at the castle a lot bc he’s part of the royal guard so link learned how to cook for him and his sister .
My siblings addition: adding on that, the reason he loves food so much and “would do anything for food” is because since his dad was always away he’d always make sure his sister ate before him meaning he got less food and ate less and then he becomes a knight and all of a sudden he’s eating royal meals all the time so naturally he loves it and comes across as a gluten bc he’s never had this before.
I mean he even eats rocks willingly for fucks sake-
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karakulialiny · 7 months
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Phew! It took me two whole days to do this. But I am incredibly proud of the outcome. However, further Linktober entries are unlikely to be as complex.
So, context: last year, the user @bahbahhh posted an entry where she theorized that the events of AoC are nothing more than a dream of Zelda, or her false memories, which she invented so as not to feel guilty for the dead. I found this theory very interesting, especially as it perfectly explained the happy ending of Age of Calamity, despite the fact that from Breath of the Wild, we learned about the completely different fate of the heroes. But at some point, the princess realized she was only lying to herself...
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The moments shown outside the fragments I plan to describe in my future fanfic "Hyrule Warriors: The Backstories." That’s why Impa doesn’t have one eye here and has a slightly different design.
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chromaticmagpie · 2 years
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Linktober day 14: withered 👁️
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ordon-shield · 1 year
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Febuwhump Day 25 (Assumed Dead): Reborn From Malice
ao3 link (6th in a series)
Link thought he might be dead. He couldn’t see, hear, or even feel anything, his body floating in an empty void for all he knew. Slowly, he started to become aware again, feeling trickling back into his body bit-by-bit, starting with sensation creeping back into his limbs. He was somewhere warm, that was the first thing he realised, enveloped in something warm and comforting, moving around him in pulses, like the beating of a heart.
As he started to wake up fully, he felt it pull away from him, his skin shivering from the cold air outside, before it withdrew entirely, his body slipping out and down onto a cold and rocky floor. Squinting up, he saw that he was in a cave, the stone ceiling above him teeming with the pinkish-purple substance that he’d fallen from— malice, his scattered memory told him. He couldn’t remember much he realised. The malice was all over him as well, coating his skin and staining the clothes he wore.
He could see light coming from one end of the tunnel, so he made his way over, crawling out of the small cave entrance into a small woods lit by the slowly rising sun, the sky still pink with dawn. Looking down at himself in the light, he noticed that his veins were outlined in the same shades as the malice he’d seen, softly glowing in the fading shadows as they crept away from the sun. He could see patterns across his skin as well, like fresh bruises, but when he pushed down on them, he didn’t feel pain— he didn’t feel anything at all, the skin they covered being numb to his touch.
He spent some time just wandering around the forest. It somehow felt familiar even if he couldn’t actually remember it. Part of him wanted to head back to the cave, back to the malice, but something else was pushing him to explore. At some point, he ran into a camp of small red monsters, and immediately tensed, expecting an attack. Instead, they welcomed him in, offering him food and chattering at him in a language he couldn’t understand. He could pick up on the emotions behind it though, and they seemed happy to have him, cheering when he accepted their offer of food. He didn’t know why he’d expected them to attack when they were being so nice.
The sun was high in the sky when he decided to move on, leaving the monsters— bokoblins, his scattered memories had eventually told him— despite their welcome. He had started to feel restless the more he stayed in one place, like there was something vital he was meant to be doing that he’d just forgotten about. Checking the angle of the sun, he decided to make his way… south? Yes, he thought it was south, following a river.
As he walked, the trees gradually fell alway, until he found himself on a sandbank surrounded by water. Off in the distance he spotted what looked like another monster camp, this one much larger than the one he’d been in before. It seemed to be getting late, so maybe he’d head over and see if they’d let him stay the night. As he walked past the water, he took a glance in. Hovering above the sandy floor of the lake, he could see his own reflection, blurred by the rippling of the water. His eyes weren’t blue, was the first thing he thought. They looked pretty cool though, bright yellow slits staring into themselves, and he wondered if they’d glow in the darkness.
He was almost to the monster camp when he ran into the fish person— Zora! That’s what they were called. He’d been happy to see them, wondering if they’d be as friendly as the monsters, but instead they’d pulled out a spear and thrust it at him, shouting at him to get back. He jumped back, hissing in pain as the spear grazed his arm. Glaring at the Zora he felt a foreign anger burn in his chest, as he rushed forward, knocking them off balance with a hit to the legs, before grabbing their spear right out of their hands. It felt familiar to have a weapon in his hands, to be ready for battle. The Zora froze, looking like they were about to run, and he wasn’t going to just let that happen. Throwing the spear to the side, he pounced at them, instincts he never knew he had triggering, as he sunk his teeth into their arm, their sudden sharpness piercing through the tough scales as a sweet taste filled his mouth.
A moment later he was shaken off, loosing his hold on the arm as he was thrown to the side, his body rolling to a stop on the wet sand as the Zora fled. Holding a hand up to his mouth, he pulled it away coated with malice. Giving it a lick to check, he confirmed that it was the sweet taste in his mouth. Pulling himself up, he noticed the graze on his arm had already healed over, only a faint line of malice left where the blade had sliced through his skin.
He made it to the monster camp over the lake soon after, and was welcomed in by the Lizalfos that lived there. They showed him how to hunt fish by leaping into the water and grabbing out out with his hands, and offered him some of their sharp metal weapons, much better than the crude wooden ones he’d seen before. He decided to accept a few, sure that the Zora he’d met before wouldn’t be the only enemy he’d have to fight.
As he got ready to sleep that night, leaning against a lizalfos who’d already dozed off, he felt something… shift in his mind, his awareness of the world changing. He could feel something towards the east, up in Zora’s Domain. It felt like himself, but different and with a start he realised it was the Zora from before, the malice in their wound connecting them, spread from one to another. It wanted to spread he realised, tugging on the newly formed connection, overriding the panicking mind of the Zora. He’d help it.
As he slept that night, he saw images in his mind. A giant shark-like Zora surrounded by glowing stones. A young and awkward Goron wearing a scrap of blue. A white Rito, holding a bow. A small Gerudo girl wearing a golden headdress. An old Sheikah woman, sitting in a wooden house. With the images came one request, one command he knew he would follow.
Infect.
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ninja-chibi · 1 year
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I consider myself a moral, understanding, forgiving person. I do not measure a person's worth by their knowledge of media. I do not equate a lack of knowledge to a lack of intelligence. I understand that not every person will be as invested in certain franchises as I am.
But the other day, somebody told me that they didn't know there were any other Zelda games besides BotW, and let's just say I had a bit of an
Internal struggle
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[HAPPY BIRTHDAY, IMPA]
Let this be spoilers, but future readers should already know some interesting (but not plot-related) details of my AU lore. For example, the fact that Link died and went on a clo-- I mean, to resurrection, and Zelda began to restrain Ganon precisely on Impa's 20th birthday. She also lost an eye that day, but I won't go into details of exactly how it happened. In general, the closer to the exams, the stronger the motivation to develop your projects.
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pawthko · 11 months
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always just beyond my reach
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sheikfangirl · 8 days
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Blade Runner 2049 redraw with a angsty Zelink twist, dedicated to @rottencandyapp1es! She also drew her take on that iconic scene, check it out if you haven't already! 🔥
I am obsessed with the idea of toxic Puppet Zelink haunting and torturing Link all the time😭 HDGDNGDHS !!!!! Like....REALLY OBSSESSED!
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gabelew · 6 months
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sad boyzz
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minimuii · 11 months
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Fading
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karakulialiny · 2 years
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After the release of the trailer announcing the postponement of Tears of the Kingdom to 2023, I saw a bunch of comics where Link from Skyward Sword was about to kick his later reincarnation's ass for failing to keep Fi from getting damaged. And all this gave me the idea to make the spirit of Skyward either a grumpy grandpa who considers the new generation to be irresponsible losers the personification of Link's sense of unfulfilled duty to dead friends, or some kind of ghostly mentor who will help Link not to make fatal mistakes. And yes, I came up with my own design for Link in Tears of the Kingdom, exclusively for my AU.
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boomxyzu · 22 days
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“This feels like home. Is this our home?” She wants to ask. She wants to know.
She wants to remember.
what if Zelda doesn’t remember anything after her dragonification. Pt3
>>1<<
>>2<<
>>3<< you are here
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ordon-shield · 1 year
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Whumpril Day 16: Shades of Family
guilt | shock | “I’m sorry”
ao3 link (2nd in a series)
Link could see ghosts. He wasn’t sure if it was the result of his time in the shrine or if he’d always had the ability and simply kept it a secret but it was true.
Most of the time, he just caught glimpses, ghosts playing out the actions they took before their deaths. In a ruined outpost he would glimpse patrolling guards from the corner of his eye as he fought the monsters living there now. As he rode along the old roads of Hyrule he’d see the shades of people walking along the sides. When he found the remains of a burnt-down village, the inactive husks of guardians still surrounding it, he’d turn away before he could see the children playing among the houses.
Castle Town was the worst. Even now, it was still infested with active guardians and malice, and Link swore that the only thing that could make it worse would be a silver lynel settling in the centre of the ruins. It had been the largest town in Hyrule once, home to people from every corner of the kingdom, before the Calamity came.
He’d been creeping slowly through the streets, hiding behind the ruins of buildings to avoid the patrols of the guardians when he saw her.
She was small, around the same age as the Sheikah children he’d met in Kakariko, but… she had the same eyes as him, the same shape to her face, and even as a transparent shade he could see her hair was as fair as his own. She looked up at him, and he realised she could see him.
“Big brother?”
Oh. He remembered her now, fragments of memory forcing their way into the front of his mind. He remembers playing with her as a child, how she begged him not to leave after he drew the sword, how he’d brought her gifts from the different regions he travelled to alongside the princess. He remembers that fateful rush to Hyrule Castle after the Calamity rose, and that heartbreaking realisation that he’d come too late as he defended Zelda during their retreat.
“I’m sorry.”
“Link?” she asked, confusion clear on her young face.
“I’m sorry Aryll.”
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goatfellaa · 1 year
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Angst my beloved
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puyoupuyou · 8 months
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staring into the sun
partly inspired by a video essay, a great watch even tho there’s nothing relate to zelink lol
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ladyrijus · 9 months
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TOTK where everything is more or less the same except the dragon tears are as giant as the springs that Zelda went to, and Link has to wade through them to experience the vision. On top of that, after he sees the vision in full, he can relive that vision for as long as he stays in those tears.
Now, the reason why I want that is because I want to see Link witness the final memory and turn numb with denial and guilt and grief. It should not have surprised him the way it did; he knew in the previous memories she had planned to do it. But there were still more geoglyphs to search, still more time and hope for her to realize there was a different way, a better one that didn't ask her of so much.
He was wrong, of course. Destinies like theirs were never so generous.
Imagine that he appears expressionless, a stark contrast to his more emotional nature that has come out during gameplay. And yet his eyes are noticeably glazed over and he's frozen to the bed of the spring. The sages watch him through their vows, knowing this to be the last memory, and they feel it, immediately, that something is wrong. They desperately try to talk through their avatars, much to the surprise of their loved ones.
"Link? Link, snap out of it!"
He hears nothing.
And so the scene parallels to the off-screen moment Urbosa had with Zelda -- a careful Sidon wills his avatar to carry Link away from the cursed waters, and is pained when he's met with vehement resistance. Why would his wonderful friend drag himself back there, when whatever he saw tore his heart and shattered his soul? It wasn't good for him, to deal with grief in such a poisonous manner.
But for Link, he would weather the heartbreak in watching that bright, curious, ambitious girl sacrifice everything that made her who she was infinitely if it meant he could commit her face to memory. The Sheikah Slate that he took pictures of her with had been dismantled, and the Purah Pad contains no recollection of Zelda. He would watch his princess lose herself, over and over again, in that damned tear, than forget what she looked like.
He couldn't do that to her. Not again.
In the meantime, Tulin, Riju, and Yunobo have created a circle around him together, blocking the hero from hurting himself any further.
By this point, Link's expression is wavering, brows furrowed and lips pressed to a thin line. They don't get it, do they? All of the closest friends he had from an era past are gone; yes, Impa, Purah and Robbie are still alive, and they belong to that era too, but they didn't know him like the Champions did. Like Zelda did. She fought for him in death as much as he fought for her in life, and now he lost her too.
He finally collapses to the ground, shaking, and cries.
He had one job: Protect the princess. And he failed her. Twice.
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