#does this make sidon a furry?

[fandomloreblog]

Wait a minute.

Are the Zora from the Legend Of Zelda just… fishy furries?

Would they even be called furries or go in a different category?

Does that mean that people who simp for sidon are furries???

#botw #legend of zelda #loz #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #totk #zora #zora botw #zora totk #genuine question #does this make sidon a furry? #that is probably gonna summon the wrath of the entire sidon fanclub but whatever #furry #fish furry #SO THEY DO EXIST

[aldorgan]

Playing BOTW

*walking through the zora region*

*sees Sidon*

Me: my bisexual meter is through the roof

#text #personal #gaming #botw #sidon #how can a shark be so cute #he acts like a big puppy #does this make me a furry? #*shrug emoji*

[abizarreyodelingincident]

Our Nightly Confidant 8

Accept your Wild side

The moon is high up in the sky, and Wild somehow does not fear it turning blood red. That was one of the things that left him wrongfooted before. There are many things he didn't know about the past. But this is one he is glad for. He doesn't want to imagine monsters coming back to life here.

The ranch, at night, is peaceful. So peaceful. Earlier, Malon's singing lulled the animals to sleep, and probably half the group, but it only made his stomach twist. She had laughed and wished them good night, her hand lingering on her husband's shoulder. Time never looked so happy, so relaxed as he did around his wife, well at home. He might have fled the second the others had fallen asleep.

Lying on the rooftop of the barn, Wild's chest ache with guilt.

One more thing to the list. One more thing Hylia wants him to remember.

He's trying, but can't find the words. Can barely make the effort to try. What will he tell Time? How will he... how can he apologize for something like this?

The tearing, rushing sound of shadow magic makes his heart leap for joy. It's the sound that told Wild the amnesiac that he didn't have to travel alone. That there'd be someone to watch over him, in the dark, in the storm, in the cold.

It's one of those sounds that speaks of home like Sidon's boastful greetings, the sing-song of little ritos or the taste of cold melon in desert shade.

Twilight materializes on the edge of the rooftop, furry and all, and Wild struggles to control his breathing for a second longer. He feels the tears close, and he knows Twilight notices them all too well with his wolf senses. Somedays, the shift is instantaneous, a steady hand on his back, a desire to lean back against a solid chest and furred shoulders.

Somedays, it's a beast that settles over his lap, and Wild takes the added weight on his legs like he's been given a second chance. He sighs, hangs his head, and, hands through fur, whispers 'thank you' as he lets the comfort of his brother's presence sink in. There's no need for other words. He runs them through his mind, and they weaken when he gives in and lets go of his tears.

'Thank you,' he tells Hylia for the hundredth time. For giving him that much longer with Twilight.

(He'd been prepared. He had known and Wolfie hadn't hidden it, as well as a wolf could tell him. That time he'd seen the black particles fly skyward, he'd known that was it, his friend was back to the realm of the goddesses.)

(He'd faced Ganon without fear, without faltering, and he'd rescued Zelda after a hundred years of fighting, and he had finally let the shame untie itself around his heart.)

(But he hadn't realized how much it would hurt to walk a lonely road, to see wild wolves that were a blue-ish gray instead of green-hued. To hear barking and never see his friend again.)

(Wild had been told his past self had lost everyone. Wolfie was the first one he did as himself.)

He's dried out the tracks on his face when the shadows shift, and the weight disappears.

“Need to talk about it?” is Twilight's opening move.

Wild thinks about it. “Probably.”

“Do you want to?”

The idea makes his mouth taste of ash.

“Later.”

Twilight doesn't say anything to that, and instead brushes the roof before sitting down and lying on his back. “Recognize any stars?”

Wild chuckles. “Still haven't found the Goatherd up there. Face it, it's a fictional one.”

“All constellations are made up, cub,” Twi replies with a cocky grin.

Wild wags his finger. “No, no, see, if they're in a book somewhere, it's official. It's science! Zelda told me so.”

Twilight rolls his eyes then leans back against the tiles of the roof. “Suuuure it is. Man, if only we had books in Ordon. Silly us.”

The warmth in his chest turns into gentle chuckles, and it's easy to lie back down, just close enough to brush his big brother's side.

He waits it out. It's hard enough to vocalize that he prefers not to take the initiative. It's a few more minutes of calm before Twi picks up on the hint.

“What is it about?”

“The usual.”

Fear. Failure. Disappointment. Guilt. The look in a stranger's eyes, the judgement and demands. That shrinking feeling that makes the air around him want to crush him paper thin. It's the usual. But this time, he can't help how the fear is strong, how the guilt strangles him. It's no wandering stranger, no fragment of his past berating him for things that happened in the great blank that was Link Before.

It's Time. The Old Man. Their Leader.

Twilight hums.

“Have I ever told you about the first time I met an Hylian soldier?”

No. For all they talk and are at ease, unless Wild asks, Twilight doesn't volunteer too much of his past. He's aware Twilight doesn't want to burden him, thinks he has too much on his plate. It's irritating, most times. So he cannot help feel a little eager even when he shakes his head.

Twilight's corner smirk feels a little sheepish. “Didn't think so? Ain't my proudest moment.”

“You? Having done anything you are not proud of? But aren't you the perfect, dutiful hero who knows when it's proper to scout and not?”

“Go swallow a bokoblin gut risotto.”

Wild rolls his eyes at the mention of the we-promised-not-to-mention-that-experiment dish. “I'll make you a portion.”

Twilight suddenly looks a little pensive. “... Think we could trick Fancy into trying it?”

Wild smirks. “There, your hidden fae side. The others never believe me when I mention it.”

“Balance, young hero.”

“Right. Story time!” Wild claps his hands. “So, your first time meeting a Hylian soldier?”

It sobers Twi right up. “... T'was at the start of my journey. Right after the point of no-return. The children of my village were taken, my childhood friend kidnapped, and the adults in a panic. I rushed out of town, and well, got immediately captured and turned into a wolf.”

“... Nice start.”

The bonk on the head is worth it. It wasn't even painful. “Shush. I'm bleeding out and you mock me, you disrespectful child. Where was I? Oh, yeah, turned into a wolf, captured, imprisoned and left to rot in a dungeon.”

The air chills, and Wild finds the story a hell lot less funny. He can't even make a joke about putting a wolf in a cage. It'd be like sand on a wound.

“I met someone there, who helped me escape. Lemme tell you, Cub, dungeons aren't a great place to develop a much greater sense of smell. Honestly, I probably wasn't thinking straight for a bit. I just wanted out. Fresh air. Anything but the walls closing in on me...” – Wild feels the shudder against his body – “I was near the exit when I met him. A proud Hylian soldier of her majesty's army. Right there in the dungeon, left a mere spirit by the twilight's influence. And he... he was cowering in a corner... I hated him.”

There's something to the weight of it that strikes Wild at his core. The sort of darkness that Twi doesn't show, that nothing he does hint at. But even with that, the thing that comes to mind most is what the story means now.

“Wow... ” Wild starts, his voice brimming with forced awe. “You're about as subtle as a goat's kick to the nuts, Twi.”

Warriors and Legend have nothing on the absolutely, smug little smirk on Twilight's face. “Still bitter, aren't cha?”

Wild throws his arms in the air. “Fighting Ganon wasn't half as painful!”

“Well, I hate to say 'I told you so'...”

“Liar! You live for it!”

Twi chuckles. “Yeah. But come on, I told you to face the goats head on.”

“They've got massive horns!”

“And legs. Now you know why no one wrestles cattle from behind. Predators are the only ones that approach the hind legs, and yeah, they get the kicks too.” A more serious look flitter on Twilight's face. “Knew a man or two that died that way, back home. Just, one day, startled an animal and it kicked. Landed on the wrong spot. The wrong rib. The head. Don't mess around cattle, Cub.”

Wild winces. Far more somber than before, he nods for his brother's sake. It's not like he never saw the horses kick when he tried to tame them. Just that he was good at avoiding them even when he was thrown off. He wants to say he would never get killed in such a stupid way, but...

(It had stopped raining, but the rocks were still wet in the shadowed spots. He hadn't known until...)

(He'd woken up to Mipha's voice, and Wolfie's panicked barks and tears, and he'd promised – promised – to never be so careless again.)

“What happened with the soldier?” he asks, because now his mind is on ghosts, and he's never known his big brother to hate them.

Twilight, annoyingly, shrugs. “Well, I broke the curse of twilight on Castle Town, so he's probably just patrolling the street like any other guard.”

“... You didn't look? You never met him again? Not even when you walked back into Castle Town later? I thought you had to do a bunch of quests there?”

“No,” Twilight starts, then frowns a bit to himself. “Maybe?”

A groan builds up in the back of his throat. “Twiliiiiight...”

Said big dumb oaf pushes him, just hard enough for a stumble. “It's not like I got a good look at his face. Or...” He looks away, quieter. “That I had nothing else on my mind at the time. I'd... I'd just been turned into a wild animal and asked to help an imp with some grandiose task. I was running around dungeons, surrounded by ghoul rats, and... there it was, the first glimpse of hope I might have had.”

Wild gulps. He hates to imagine Twilight, Hylian or wolf, ragged, hurt, looking for help and finding...

“He was cowering. I was just a farmer, kidnapped, stolen from home and twisted into this new form. I needed help. And there was a soldier, who'd signed up for this, for the protection of Hyrule and its citizens... She called me naïve. Asked me if I really thought a light worlder could brave the twilight.”

She. Wild tries not to tick at the mention of that one. Does not ask her name, because he knows a wound when he hears one. He focuses on the dungeon. The dark and damp, the chains he recalls, and he places Wolfie there, scared, and it makes him burn with anger to have the first person his brother come across turn him away.

But Twilight's lips are twisted in a grimace, his eyes heavy as they take in the night over Lon Lon Ranch.

“He was scared. And I hated him. Was I really any better? A man who couldn't take a step in the twilight without passing out? When my bones rattled with the thoughts of those critters crawling all over my body again?”

“You pushed through,” Wild says, because Twilight had to have. Twilight won. Twilight went on his quest and he saved Hyrule. Twilight hadn't... he...

“Yeah. I went through Hyrule, and one by one, saved the Light Spirits, reforged the Mirror of Twilight, fought the Usurper and the King of Evil. And along the way, I picked up some allies, mourned the people I was too late for and embraced those I saved. But I didn't forget that man. When I saw the kids of my village, locked in a basement in fear of monsters, I remembered. And it was a little easier to forgive. When I reached Zora's domain and saw the hundreds frozen in ice, the ghost of the queen begging me to help her son... ”

His voice falters, becomes thick with emotion. And Wild can't help flash back to Muzu's accusation, to Sidon's sad smile when he mentions Mipha's gift to him. He hadn't thought...

There's something knowing in Twilight's eyes. “Gifted me a Zora armor and everything. Some things don't change, Cub.”

“They should,” he whispers, unable to keep the raw hurt from it.

Twi snakes an arm around him, and brings him close. “Aye, they ought to, but sometimes they don't. It's out of our hands. We don't get to make the world the goddesses put us in. Just what we do in it. Maybe I don't bow to the guards in my Hyrule, Cub, but I don't hate them either. They were men. Just that. I was wrong to hate them for something out of their control.”

Twilight really is as subtle as a goat's kick to the nuts.

Maybe it's his turn. Like a bomb in a shrine. Go off once, and watch the whole thing crumble.

“There was a Lon Lon Ranch in my Hyrule...” he starts, slow, with a sob building deep in his chest, “I found the ruins. You could make a beeline from it to Castle Town. But... it was overrun by guardians.”

The wood under him feels hot. Feels like it's burning, like it'll collapse any second now as a reminder that even when his fellow heroes build themselves a life, he'll be right there around the corner to ruin it all.

“It just... we're here now, and there are plenty of ruins in my era, but I never... I never met the owners, but Malon's so kind to us, and the Old Man trusts me, and I can't bear thinking of their disappointment when they learn-”

“Cub, if your next sentence includes any variation of the word 'failure', I will shove you off this roof.”

Wild blinks. His words peter out. He sees the absolute seriousness of Twilight's threat. Then, confidently, “You wouldn't. I could be injured.”

Twilight's glare goes deadpan. “I will shove you off that side” – he points to the other side of the roof – “where we shoveled the cow manure. It won't hurt. Even if you land head first.”

That threat is a great deal more plausible.

There is silence, some variation that hints at the snores of the cows and horses in the barn below, that suggests the song of crickets and buzzing fairies by the grass, the stern, patient glare that only grows sharper every second it lasts.

Then, slowly, Wild scoots away from his big brother.

“Wild!” Twilight harshly calls.

“I'm sorry!” Wild yelps, taking off and running around the chimney to put something between them.

“Don't apologize! It wasn't your fault!”

They circle the chimney, feinting left and right.

“I was the Chosen Hero! I trained for the Calamity my entire life!”

“You had an entire country's worth of people helping! How can it be your fault alone? They dug those machines up, they armed themselves with weapons that Ganon had already faced! None of your people saw it coming, but you still fought to your death, even after everyone else had passed! Why is it your fault?!”

“Then why did everyone blame me?” he breaks, and he feels the low, background pain suddenly rush at the front of his mind. Every little sneer, every snide comment, every moment he pulled down his hood just to avoid recognition...

“They were wrong! All of them! The whole fucking country!” Twilight growls back. “They put Hyrule's destruction on your hands, when it was Ganon. Half of them weren't even alive when it happened. They had no right to blame you! If they wanted the world to be better, they should have made it better themselves! And if they couldn't, they didn't have the right to blame the only person that was still trying!”

His knees shake. He needs to grab onto the chimney's edge to stay upright. The want in his heart hurt so much. He feels his whole being lean into Twilight's words, scream at him to believe, to push past the memories and remember only the good, the smiling greetings, the cheers, the wedding, the sight of Zelda finally, finally freed from her battle to protect Hyrule. “Twilight,” he croaks. “Why didn't you... why did you stay? You knew... I'd died. I was a clueless, directionless, scattered-brain idiot! I'd done nothing to be worth your help. I was just like that guard. Why didn't you… Why don't you hate me?”

The hand that grabs his wrist closes with a steel grip. The shock jumbles his self-loathing enough that he glances up, and meets the fiercest blue he's ever seen. “Look me in the eyes and say you think I  can  hate you.”

It's like getting sucker punched. All the air in his lungs leave. Even though his panicked, overworking brain screams that yes, yes he could, hadn't he just told him all about him hating the failure of Hyrule's army? But he can't levy that knowledge against everything he knows now. He can't even make it counterweight the idea that, maybe, being steady now meant he found his balance before. It's all meaningless noise in the end. Wild just needs one look at Twilight, and even his worst insecurities relent.

“It's different! You're you,” he says, helplessly gesturing to all of Twilight. Like that's supposed to explain everything. “And-”

“And Time's Time,” Twilight completes. “Malon's Malon. Need I go on?”

“It's not the same!”

“Fine!”

Twilight gives him The Look. Not his imitation of Time's disappointed Look. But his patented I-will-outstubborn-you-and-the-goddesses-themselves Look. Wild is intimately aware that none of his companions have seen it as frequently as him. They haven't learned to fear it yet even though they should. They really, really should.

(Twi wrestles goats taller than him for fun. He wrestles gorons for fun. Wild himself knows better than to try that stunt after Daruk! Twi's insane and no one else has noticed!)

Teeth grind together, and there's the bitten out words that push him off balance.

“There is no Lon Lon Ranch in my Hyrule. Is that my fault? Should I get down on my knees before the Old Man and beg for forgiveness?”

Wild's reply dies in his throat, a strangled croak.

That can't be right.

He knows that Twilight's before him and after Time. Twilight's said so, the records existed about both of them, the order they were in, and Twilight so obviously knew the Old Man before this started...

But... Twilight had never mentioned the Lon Lon Ranch before. Part of him had been assuming... Except, no, it's always been about Ordon, the province of Hyrule from which he hails, the farmer village and the ranch on which he herds his precious, dumbass goats.

There's no Ordon either, Wild realizes with a strangle grasp of guilt. What part of his predecessors did he not ruin?

A hand cuffs the back of his head, and the shock of pain is just enough to get him to stick his tongue out. Twilight, in response, raises an eyebrow like he can read his thoughts. He probably can though, given how much practice he has.

“Ordon's gone by the time of your era, Cub. Renamed and probably rebuilt differently. I wouldn't recognize it if I walked the land myself. Don't try and shoulder that.”

But what else is he supposed to do about it?

“Let it be.”

But the lost-

Twilight hooks an arm around Wild's neck, and pulls him close. “Don't try to hold on to long gone dreams. Not everything's meant to last forever, Cub.”

Wild averts his gaze, who is suddenly so heavy he can only look down. Can only blink away the beginning of tears. He knows. He knows that nothing lasts forever, even this quest, but... why can't anyone stay a little while longer?

Twilight's voice softens, low and rumbling like Wolfie's noises. “We'll have to go our own way. We ain't nobodies. We're the Heroes of Courage. There's always gonna be someone in need of us in our own times. But you won't be alone. There's your Zelda, and your new Champions. Sidon'd love to cheer you up. And Farore knows Yunobo would need your delicate touch to get him out of his shell.”

He lets out a watery laugh. “Did I tell you about that time Zelda asked him to test a new model of cannons?”

Twi snorts, and the two of them manage to sit back down, lean against the chimney. His thoughts drift away from the memories of the ruined ranch, when time passes them by and a shooting star twinkles above.

“Farore's tear,” Twi points, “say a prayer.”

Wild indulges, though it goes toward Hylia. Quickly enough, he opens his eyes again, and shoots his big lump of a brother a look. “What will you do? Once we defeat whoever's behind our warping?”

“Well, probably try and avoid Zelda,” he says, sheepish, one finger scratching his cheek.

His bafflement is written all over his face, Wild knows, but he still needs to ask, in the flattest voice possible, “What?”

“My Queen and I ain't... It's more of a knightly what's it called. Fancy would know. Ah, whatever, call it what it is: respect, trust. And I know she will insist on a report. She's no fool, that one. Knows I wouldn't go off gallivanting for weeks and months on end for no reason. And she's not fond of being left in the dark. But I'll be darned if I ain't making a bee line for Ordon once this is over. I... I want to hug Colin, share an ale with Rusl and Uli, learn which of Lumi's firsts I missed, which I'll have to make up for the little lass.”

Lumi, Twilight's youngest adopted sibling. Few years old. Probably spoiled rotten the way Twi talks about her. In his mind, he pictures... a little brunette, tugging at Twilight's legs to be spun around and get piggyback rides. Maybe picking even a small stick, to play fight like her giant brother.

And Twilight would turn around, to ask Warriors to help train their little fighter and... blink at nothing. Shrug. That's what Wild's afraid of. The day he'll wake up and find he only needs to make breakfast for one instead of nine. That the others will move on and he will have to build yet another place for himself.

He hums, not wanting his voice to betray him.

“Home's where you make it, Cub.” Gentle fingers brush Wild's hair. He melts into the touch. “Sounds hypocritical when I'm the one who's always had a stable place, but even on my journey, especially near the end, I was home too. Home was a campfire and a princess with wits sharper than my sword and hair shifting like flames. It was the quiet of a cold night in the desert with lizards roasting over crackling embers. Back then, I was as happy as a goat in pasture. It never felt like it would end.”

A haunted shadow passes in Twilight's gaze.

“But it did,” he whispers. “It did, and now we're here, a new adventure, a new home for us.”

Wild hates the pain in his brother's voice. Hates that he sees his own hurt reflected, and a selfish part of him is even glad. It feels like love, this understanding. “I'll miss you,” he says, the only thing that can convey just how much he dreads the future.

“And I'll miss you too, you wild cub. No matter what insane scheme you cook up in that brain of yours, I'll miss every second of it.” Then he pulls back. “Also, don't be daft, you paid nearly five thousand rupees for that house in Hateno and chopped I don't know how many trees, you ain't just throwing that away on a whim, Cub. Sell it if you want to move.”

The non-sequitur throws him off. “I'm not!” Wild stammers, blushing. “Bolson would freak if I let it go to ruin a second time! And I still have to show Zelda around the place too.” The snicker makes him look down, grumble. “Mother cucco.”

“Good,” – the hand is rougher, no less affectionate, when it scrambles his fringe – “some sense at long last! There's hope for the future!”

Hope. Maybe Twi's not just a stupid farmer hunk. Maybe he should give that a try.

Wild's grin is a small, hopeful thing. “Who knows? Maybe we'll get to go on a third adventure together.”

He's heard a few curses about the goddesses from the others before, but he knows Hylia can't be  too cruel if she sent Twilight his way. He'll never admit it in front of witnesses, but, at the very beginning, he needed someone to watch over him. Though, Wild thinks with a bit of irritation, only at the beginning. He learns quickly. And it was mostly... the loneliness afterward.

Twilight sighs, wistful and despairing, and teasing. “That'd be something. More months of babysitting.”

Wild, despite himself, rises to the bait. “Excuse me. Which one of us attracted the wrong attention and got chased through Hyrule Fields?”

Instead of the sheepish, boyish grimace Wild was expecting, Twilight's mouth split open in a wide shit-eating grin. “You were overthinking it.”

“O-overthinking...? Wait. You did that on purpose?! There were three guardians! We nearly died!”

“Nearly never counts, young hero.”

“I broke twelve weapons!”

“You were overburdened. It would have slowed you down.” Twilight waits the right amount of heartbeat in incredulous silence, then adds: “Also, you had spent twenty minutes trying to decide whether or not you should replace your broadsword with that flaming flamberge. After that fight, you had plenty of space in your inventory. No need to hunt some Farore-damned koroks.”

Wild stares, his jaw hanging. The world just backflipped and landed flat on its face. Twilight... he what?!

“Hylia, I changed my mind. Don't reunite us past this. He'd lead me to my death.”

Twilight eventually recovers from his bellows of laughter. But the grin that remains has an edge of fangs to it, something impish that reminds him of Time's cryptic comments and Wind's mischief. “I would not. But in the event that we do die an inglorious death, the others will assume it was your fault anyway.”

Wild sputters. “W-what? No, I'd describe in excruciating details how you, big lump of a wolf, just ran straight at monsters with no plan!”

“Who would they believe between us? The wild, mannerless pyromaniac that's constantly pulling death defying stunts? Or the dutiful, dull farmhand that's always trying to reign him in? Just imagine the scene.”

Wild does. The image comes to him unbidden, of some sort of white featureless plain full of fog and the spirits of his brothers-in-arms, where they both just materialize there, singed by the fatal explosion of some guardian's laser.

He wouldn't even get a chance to speak.

They'd all just send him various flat looks and pat Twilight on the back, calling it a good run. It was bound to happen eventually. And Twilight, the ass, would soak it all up as if it was earned and not his plan in the first place!

He needs to sit down. “Holy shit, you're worse than Ganon.”

Twilight offers him a bottle of Lon Lon milk. Likely poisoned, he thinks, after that revelation. He sips some of it anyway. It's good milk.

“Wild, you can't even fathom the depths of my mercy.”

See, someone who could make 'mercy' sound ominous had no right to complain about being called evil.

“You're scaring me.”

Twilight's legs swing over the edges of the rooftop. “Good, because it seems you haven't realized how much blackmail I sit on. Months, Cub. Months and months of travels with no one to tell you no. Every embarrassing thing you've ever done, I was a witness to.”

It's probably a bit sad that Wild can't even narrow it down to a handful of incidents.

“But I haven't destroyed you yet, Cub.”

Wild fights the full body shiver that crawls down his spine. “Don't think I won't bring you down with me! I have pictures! Ah! Who will they believe now?”

“Me,” Twilight replies flatly.

He hates that this one simple word deflates his hard-earned comeback. “I hate you so much, Twi.”

“Aw, I love you too, little brother.” The arm that hooks around his neck is none too gentle. “So stop jumping over fucking lava!”

“No, I'm a free spirit! And I won't listen to your evil whispers anymore!”

With practiced ease, Wild ducks under the moblin arm trying to strangle him and slips by the edge of the rooftop. A kick pushes him forward, and he backflips just to strut over Twilight's lumbersome build, and lands in the pile of hay. Twilight has barely the time to shoot a warning 'Oy! Get back here!' that Wild sprints away into the darkness. The tearing, blockish sound of Twilight's teleportation rings behind him, and he doubles his speed. Dumb wolves can't climb over the fences or the cliffsides that surround the ranch.

He's halfway around the track when he realizes that his chest no longer pangs with the echoes of guilt. And the first thought that comes to mind is 'that conniving goat-lover!'

 ***

 Three days later, after a trek through Sky's forests, Four is the one that speaks the thing that's on all their mind.

“So... anyone else is wondering why Wild is so unusually well-behaved?” he says once Wild is out of earshot, having left with Sky to wash down dishes in a nearby stream.

Wind nods heavily as others voice their assent. Hyrule, in particular, looks a little put off since being told 'no' to exploring the region yesterday. The fact that it had been said through gritted teeth had confused him a little, but he hadn't managed to find out the reason. Wild had just asked the others to witness how he was being a 'respectable hero that follows rules, remember that'.

Legend and Warriors, though, don't seem too concerned. Counting their good fortune maybe. They do, however, make a bet about it. “Better that than moping around,” Legend snarks.

“Don't be mean,” Hyrule says, chastising. “Though I guess I'm glad he's feeling better.”

Time, wordlessly, glances at Twilight, who may or may not be staying in the background, leaning against a tree with the face of a wolf left alone to watch over three defenseless and tasty lambs. The expression does not waver at his mentor's silent question. Far from it.

“Spite, reverse psychology and some long term planning,” Twilight drawls.

That sends a shiver down their spine.

#Linked universe #Linkeduniverse #LU Twilight #LU Wolfie #LU Wild

[theliterarywolf]

Teratophillia is just Furry with extra fangs.

Mm, it’s not though. 

It’s... really not, though. We had this forum already... I’ll run back the thesis statement from it, though. 

“Furries are more intrigued and impassioned by the humanization of animals; how anthropomorphized animals, funny animals, etc., are so close to the human condition but with the added benefit of having animals to catch certain symbolic traits from. i.e.: A sly fox, a loyal dog, an enigmatic cat.

Teratophiles (or Exophiles, if you’re part of that group who think the prior term is ableist -- It’s not, but that’s a conversation for another day) are more intrigued and impassioned by the notion of ‘the other’. It isn’t a matter of humanizing nonhuman entities and creatues, it is meeting the on their own terms and being made privy to the notion ‘oh, I’m just a human... I’m fragile... This being in front of me who has probably seen empires fall and galaxies die could end me in a mere blink... Yet they’re enamored by me?’

While there are some instances where Furries and Teratophiles overlap, particularly with the werewolf debate, creatures such as minotaurs, and characters like Prince Sidon from BotW, there are tangible differences between both communities.”

Also, just to be petty, wanting the great Old One Cthulhu to ravage every part of me until I can recite the Bill of Rights in R’lyehian does not a furry make.

#Anonymous #replies

[nauranna]

I've fallen in love with a fucking fish prince

#does that make me a furry? #wot #help me #my favorites are endless with Sidon #i cant #why #Prince Sidon #i am thirsty #fuck #me #i need assistance

[hyliagirl42-art]

Art Trade with Xenia on Art and OCs Amino

This is another test to see if my computer is far superior to both my phone and my iPad where posting on this blog is concerned

Anyway, this is Xenia’s original character. In exchange, she drew my OC, Blaze. Hopefully he didn’t give her too much trouble, haha, he tends to be feisty (that’s an understatement but whatever). This was a really fun trade to do. If I open up commissions (hopefully I will soon!!), this is the type of stuff I’d prefer to do. Heck, if any of y’all wanna ask me for commissions now, just send me an ask, I would be happy to actually get money for my art for once...

I’m kinda hesitant to start commissions though, because I’m worried no one will want to ask me for commissions, or will tell me my standards are too high for what I will and won’t draw...does every artist get this nervous about starting commissions? Haha...

I mean, I won’t do ANY NSFW content. None. That shouldn’t be a problem, but my standards for what I find appropriate are a lot stricter than most people’s (I won’t even do things that are suggestive...IDK) And since I’m still an art student and I’m still bad at tons of stuff I’m worried about that too...like any backgrounds and special effects at all, putting several characters on one page while making them still look proportional, digital art in general I’m very very new to...yeah, I’ve got a really long way to go before I consider myself a professional. Oh well. Maybe I should open commissions anyway and just warn people in advance about stuff I can’t do? hmmm

Sorry, I’m probably ranting a lot and I dunno if anyone even cares about this kinda stuff, I just wanted somewhere to type out all my insecurities and this isn’t a terrible place to do it, I guess.

OK!! So my thoughts on what I CAN do commissions for!! I like using markers. I am slightly decent at digital. Barely. And it’s sorta fun. So. I can do that. I have both a chibi and regular style, so that’s good. I can do either sketches/doodles that don’t have color and maybe full color separately? And I should probably commit myself to actually scan in my traditional art instead of just taking a photo (like the above. Good quality photo, yes, but not as good as a scan)

I would do people only. I can’t do mecha or furries or any of that. But I can do nekomimi type stuff. I can sorta ish do tiny animal mascots maybe. But anyways...for outfits I’m OK with most stuff as long as it’s not too suggestive of an outfit...I can do some revealing clothing (Gerudo is definitely OK, but I won’t do female presenting nipples, I won’t do private parts, and just because Princess Ruto doesn’t have either of those doesn’t mean I’m comfortable with her. IDK, like I’m OK with Sidon and Mipha but not her for some reason. I dunno what it is. Maybe it’s just her chest I’m uncomfortable with...speaking of, I don’t like outfits with too much chest showing, like Cia I won’t do. Am I making sense? I hope I’m making sense T_T)

Well anyway, I’ve been rambling on for a long time now...but it was nice to actually get this all out. If any of you have any advice feel free to shoot it my way. Also feel free to ask for commissions. I don’t have any official prices yet but for now they’re negotiable, until I actually get around to typing up official prices and stuff and actually post a commissions info page. Thank you if you actually read through my rambling, and have a wonderful day!

#my art #commission #art trade

[dumpster-connoisseur]

GIVE ME A CHARACTER: Oyanohara, Vanth, Sidon, Sin (Dsp), Zack (AOD) >:3c

GELLABY HOW DEEP IN MY BLOG DID YOU GO JUST TO PUBLICLY CALL ME OUT LIKE THIS 

Alright, so: 

Oyanohara: 

1_ How I feel about this character: uhm, he’s certainly… strong and… voracious. Definitely is able to eat a whole human, in a very violent way. Yes, some poor random soul could easily be his prey, and would not, under any circumstance enjoy it, because he is a vicious orca and what sane person would enjoy being… eaten… by a hot orca… Maybe ride it… across the sea, to swim! of course. What other ride would you take? Haha. What kinda dark furry would wish for other thing?. No one, for sure. Especially not me, never, ever…2_ All the people I ship romantically with this character: Romantically? His deceased wife 3_My non-romantic OTP for this character: me 4_ My unpopular opinion about this character: I’m… I don’t think I have any? Baba’s characters don’t have the thousands of fans they deserve yet, hence no unpopular opinions ;; 5_One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: A HAPPY, FULFILLING LIFE WITH HIS VERY MUCH ALIVE WIFE AND CHILD

Vanth: 

1_ THE PRECIOUS CHILD. THE SON. I WANNA HUG HIM GOD 2 & 3_ Uh, no one really. Maybe it doesn’t seem like it but it’s quite rare for me to actually ship anything 4_ He’s, in my opinion, not the best of Nana’s bois. Still an amazing boi 5_ HE DESERVES MORE HAPPINESS GOD DAMMIT. I WISH FOR HIS ETERNAL HAPPINESS ALONGISIDE HIS PAPA AND MOM AND THEN WIS WIFE AND CHILD 

Sidon

1_ BEST. BOY. Honestly I think he’s may fav Zelda character so far. He’s so sweet and pure, I wish he was my friend ;;                                                        2_  …. Link3_  Ehhh……. L-link? Depending on what it's already included in "romantic"4_ Dunno, maybe that I thinks he’s like the best character?5_ Still haven’t finished the game so I don’t know. I wish for his happiness, let’s see if the canon gives him that.

Sin: 

1_ Aah, she seems so gentle, like she has a very soft voice and is always polite. Someone I’d like to sit down whit and have a cup of tea. I feel like she has a relaxing aura ~~~2_ Reficul I guess?3_ Same as Sidon's 3rd answer 4_ None really. At this point  I don’t know if I don’t have any unpopular opinion whatsoever or just don’t interact with any fandom so I don’t know what’s popular and what isn’t5_ Well, we don’t know a lot about her, but she seems pretty happy in her relationship and in general, and that’s kinda all I wish for. Hmmm, I do hope her very existence and the happiness she gives Refi spites Elux to hell and back, and that he never does anything about it except rote in his envy/broken ego/whatever 

Zack

1_ Best fucking boy. Zack > everyone else (except Rei,  maybe). Murderous fucker with the mind of a puber. His fucking laugh hurts my ears but after the 10th time I got used lmao. Bitch needs to calm the fuck down but I guess that’s part of his charm. I find it both funny and vaguely mature that he has no problem admitting he’s dumb as a chair. 2 & 3_ Nah 4_ I have no idea what the popular and unpopular opinions are. I do not interact with fandom as much as I’d like but tbh it’s probably for the best, shit gets toxic real fast. Eeeh, he had a fucked up upbringing but still he’s no misunderstood bby,  he’s actually and horrible person, just not in a 100% black or white way (does that even make sense?). But I love him for that soon ¯\_(ツ)_/¯5_ Well, I do hope that after the end of the game he and Rei actually manage to get away and, like, don’t kill each other lolAlso low-key wish for his fucked up childhood to have been better. I know that there wouldn’t been a story if it was like that but I can’t help but wish for a better life for the charas I love… and the ones I don’t love that much lol

#gellaby #gella you come into my house #and kinkshame me! #the nerve!! #also baba #im so fucking sorry

[silenthillmutual]

29, 31, 32 if you please

29. Any fictional crushes?

Not as many as when I was younger, but I still have a few! Geralt of Rivia, Artemy Burakh, Phoenix Wright if I'm being honest... I have a thing for DILFs, what can I say. Only one that really breaks the mold there is Prince Sidon, but who doesn't love a big fishy monster? Breath of the Wild really went out of their way to make everyone a furry. And it worked.

31. A trope about your identity that applies to you?

Ooooh.... hm. I am one of those transes that likes to paint their nails and dye their hair and get a ton of tattoos and piercings to make up for the lack of transitional status. I don't really look like the stereotype because I'm not thin and I've got facial hair, but the rest of the #trender does kinda fit me. I've always been into that though, lol.

32. Something you wish people understood about your identity?

I wish more people understood re: being trans that you don't always know from a young age. Some people do! Some people know their whole lives! But there are a lot of us that transition late, and it's really... it feels invalidating when you never see those stories. So I'm glad there are more public figures who come out and transition as adults, because it's nice to know that it's never too late!!

thank you :)

pride ask game!

#gauntletknight #about the blogger

[cutespects]

Can I get some stuff for a very depressed Prince of Life (He loves life but he can never touch it or it dies) a Prince of Doom who knows people way better than he should, and makes it his goal to eliminate people's conflicts? Thank you so much!

Ahh,you know how much I love those Prince^2 relationships!

YourPrince of Doom is, naturally, very sympathetic towards their moirails inabilityto keep things alive, and would come up with other ways to have little pets andsuch. Maybe digital pets work great, and they can get themselves Tomagotchis orNeopets or even Nintendogs. If your Prince of Life is still not good at keepingthem living, then it becomes their couple activity, messing around with theirvirtual buddies and making sure they flourish. Another option is to have thetwo of them swing by to an animal shelter, the types that generally discourageyou from handling the kittens and puppies unless you’re considering adoption.And if the temptation is too hard to resist? The Life player can slap on a pairof gloves and the furry friends will appreciate the added texture! In short,the Prince of Doom comes up with many ways to enjoy the cute and living forboth of them, and while the life player still wishes they could cuddle ananimal or keep a plant in their room, it helps.

YourPrince of Doom has their own issues too though, even though it’s not asapparent as their moirail’s, and your Prince of Life is an excellent source ofcompassion for them. In your Prince of Doom’s quest to make everyone’s life alot better, solving their problems and resolving arguments and whatnot, they’llbe hit with the harsh reality of their limitations. You really can’t helpsomeone who doesn’t want to be helped, and some obstacles are too large to getrid of. As much as you assure someone that the worst won’t happen, it does, andthere’s nothing we can do to stop it. It can really bum your Prince of Doom outa lot, which is why a Prince of Life is handy here. Yeah, there’s a lot ofterrible things you can’t stop, but there’s so much that the Doom player hasalready done for people! The Life player reminds their palemate that sometimes,being a supportive friend and easing the suffering is all you can do, and it’sa completely valid thing to do.

Whenthese two aren’t busy comforting each other, these two Princes are surprisingly(or unsurprisingly) great with wearing couples costumes. Whether they love Halloweenor they’re cosplaying nerds, their dynamic means that any Yin-Yang type of duowill match them flawlessly. Maybe they’re dressed up as Starfire and Blackfirefrom Teen Titans, or Mipha and Sidonfrom BOTW. Sometimes for fun though,the Prince of Life likes to dress up as the energetic and fun character whilethe prince of Doom is the quiet and gloomier one. In any case, if they maketheir own costumes, your Life player is probably the one planning them out anddesigning them, while the Doom player gets down to actually making it, but itcan go both ways. But if your Princes haven’t dressed up together yet? Get onit, you’re missing out on a lot of fun!

#prince of doom #prince of life #relationship #cuteask #classpect #Anonymous

[sidon-reader-support]

Hey there, I was wondering if you could do a scenario or headcanons about s/o is always sleeping with there stuff animal every night and would Sidon get jealous of it? By the way I really love your blog and writing and I hope you do have a wonderful day ♡♡♡

(I want you to know that this is one of the cutest things ever, and coming from a person who has a hoard of stuffed animals that I love dearly, I connect with this on a deep level~ Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful day too~ Enjoy!~)

Plush Love

Word Count: 1166Warnings: Fluff (heh), Jealousy

“What is this furry toy doing here?”

Sidon is pointing towards your stuffed bear, Mr. Stuffles, that is now seated on top of the covers supported in its upright position by the pillows that it has been pushed against. You have had this stuffed animal for a really long time now, for as long as you can remember actually, and you couldn’t bear to leave poor Mr. Stuffles at home when you decided to move into the Zora’s Domain.

You had slept with that plush every night since you were young, you used to think that its mighty power warded off all the scary monsters. Of course, now you know that all of those monsters were imaginary and if there were any Mr. Stuffles certainly wouldn’t be able to fight them off. Still it would feel strange suddenly not being able to squeeze the soft and fuzzy animal that had provided you with a sense of security in your earlier years when you were trying to sleep so you had to bring him.

The plush bear is plucked off of his seat and lifted off the bed to be held in the hands of Sidon inspecting the bowtie-wearing bear with curious amusement. “Interesting,” he remarks tossing and turning the bear over in his hands. You tense slightly watching Sidon treat Mr.Stuffles so roughly, a light blush of embarrassment crossing your cheeks as you approach the Zora and hold your hands out for your precious companion.

Once the bear is safe in your arms you hug him close and carefully smooth out the fur that Sidon had tussled during his examination. “Don’t laugh at me, okay?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

With a satisfied nod you fiddle with Mr. Stuffles’ bowtie as you explain, “This is my stuffed animal that I sleep with because he makes me feel safe, ” Sidon lets out a soft snicker and your face lights up in a bright red hue. “H-Hey, you said you wouldn’t laugh!”

Sidon covers his mouth with his hand, clearly trying to hold back what is certainly more laughter, which muffles his voice when he says,  “Forgive me darling but I couldn’t help it.” You pout and he removes his hand smiling wide as he moves closer to you and holds the side of your face tilting it up to look at him. “Aw, please don’t pout darling, you know I can’t handle you when you’re pouting,” he chuckles when you shoot him a glare in response. “Come now, I think it’s sweet that you carry such a sentimental item around with you.”

You raise Mr. Stuffles up to try and hide the bashful blush that has spread across your cheeks behind fake fur. “He’s not just an item, he’s like an old friend.”

“Ah, well does your friends have a name?”

“… Mr. Stuffles.” Sidon snickered and you pouted again pushing his hand away while he apologized.

For the next few nights, although Sidon did tease you about it, you took your plush guardian to bed holding it tight to your chest so you could snuggle into the soft fur. It was nice to be holding Mr. Stuffles just like you did back in your old home; it was comforting to have a little piece of home with you when you were in such a strange new place.

Though after a week of sleeping with Mr.Stuffles in bed with Sidon you noticed that he didn’t seem to smile and chuckle whenever you were ready for bed and already  holding the bear in your arms. You couldn’t understand why but he seemed to get gradually more upset the more he saw you with your bear, pouting and giving rather forced smiles whenever you looked at him. Tonight he had been particularly pouty but it had also been a tough day for him so you figured that the Prince was just tired.

“Darling, do you suppose that maybe you could not take Mr. Stuffles to bed tonight?”

You looked at the Zora just as you are about to climb into bed and join him, Mr. Stuffles already hooked on your arm ready for the night. “Why would I do that?” You quirk a brow staring at the man with piqued interest, wondering why Sidon would make such a request. Sidon looks at you unsure what to say next but his eyes are trained on something so intently that you are sure it must be the cause of his upset. Following his gaze you look down and at Mr. Stuffles which only makes you more confused. “Sidon, why don’t you want him in the bed?”

“I never said that I did not want him in persay just suggested that maybe you do not need to cling to him so much…”

“Sidon. Are you jealous of a stuffed animal?”

Sidon’s eyes widen and you know that you hit the nail on the head. Finally it is your turn to laugh and you do so eagerly while the Zora looks away hiding the light blue tint that has spread across his cheeks. It’s a strange thing seeing a Zora blush since it is always so difficult to see the faint change of hue in their cheeks but you’ve adapted well and can pick up on the other signs which makes his embarrassment all the more satisfying and cute. “You are! Sidon!”

“Can you blame me love? You’ve been snuggling with that toy more than you have with me,” he says and you stop laughing though there is a softer smile on your face. “I just thought that since you are with me now you do not need Mr. Stuffles to protect you at night. I could protect you from whatever cruel monster would dare to lay a finger on you.”

With one last chuckle you smile and turn over to gently set your bear down on the nightstand before you lay down facing the Zora. “I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of Mr. Stuffles, but I think I can manage to get through the nights without him. You know, since I have my prince to protect me.”

This notion makes Sidon smile from fin-to-fin and his hands eagerly wrap around your small frame to pull you close to his chest. For the first time since you started sharing a bed, you focus more on this new experience rather than trying to make it feel like the old one. Though you wanted to hug Mr. Stuffles and let his familiar touch lull you to sleep you think you’d rather let Sidon take over. Besides Mr. Stuffles could not hug you back and whisper, “Goodnight,” before kissing the top of your head. Yeah this was better.

Later that night you couldn’t help but wake up and reach out for Mr. Stuffles, nuzzling your nose in his fur before curling up against Sidon again. Eventually you wouldn’t want his company so bad, but for now you wanted to enjoy the best of both worlds.

#ficlet #sidon ficlet #botw ficlet #sidon #prince sidon #botw #breath of the wild #Plush Love

[mageoftime]

thethirteenthdoctorr replied to your post “i thought u were being a hoe but u were actually just being a furry”

I'',M,... CONFUSED

friend john wants a fish bf and i cant hear worth a shit, and while we briefly talked about loz and sidon,  i heard fifth boyfriend instead of fish boyfriend

adammjensen replied to your post “i thought u were being a hoe but u were actually just being a furry”

HEY, LISTEN, SIDON IS HOT OK.

alright but does this make you a scalie or a furry or is there a third option specific to fish??

#thethirteenthdoctorr #adammjensen #the world needs to know john

[theabyrae]

So, like, if you were wondering why I’ve been so quiet on here lately? Combination of having a new position at my job, which means more hours, and Breath of the Wild.

Now I know why the majority of BotW players are raving about Prince Sidon. He’s dreamy.

He’s also half fish, sort of, so does that make me a furry now? :|

[inkats]

Hey I know it’s been a long time since botw came out but. Does my infatuation with Sidon make me a furry.

[chromathickaa]

does it make me a furry if i said i wanted to get fucked by Sidon from BOTW ?