#four swords being an obvious exception

[spicyicymeloncat]

I DREW ALL THE GREEN BOYS!!!

These boys! They’re in order of game release (hopefully) and it’s my initial take on every link and how they compare to one another. I say initial bc I wanna make more interesting designs for them later on (like give spirit tracks link uniform that looks like a royal guard outfit yknow). Oh yeah btw these are the 28 green men from the poll a while back.

There will probably be more Loz art so uhh yeah

#was tempted to draw totk link’s other outfit which looks ancienty but decided against it. we only need one link per game #four swords being an obvious exception #this isn’t LU btw #Lu seems to be really popular on here and like it’s got to the point where it’s barely connected to canon and like I’m not crazy about that #also I’m committing to alttp link and albw being separate people #as well as mc and fs link being different (but fs is fsa link bc I’m subscribed to the timeline written by zeldaloreyt) #and spirit tracks being here #currently chugging (ha) through a spirit tracks let’s play and like that game is so underrated #like he’s just a train boy #he’s saving the world out of pure coincidence #st Zelda gets disembodied immediately and they have to use trains to kill demons #amazing #I’m also playing through skyward sword and like #and like spoilers but THEY FOSSILISED ZELDA #I’m not over it #also can you believe that albw and tfh link are the same guy #he went through an identity crisis and dyed his hair green and like me too honestly #loz #legend of zelda #designs #art #doodle #digital art #loz link #fanart

[forbidden-sunlight]

I’m not seducting the female lead’s obsessive father!

[yandere!regis floyen x agent!reader headcanons]

PART TWO: FIRST IMPRESSIONS

PART ONE

warning: spoilers from the manhwa, obsessive behavior, implied violence. Please take caution.

Note: this is a work of fiction with the intention of entertainment purposes only. The behavior exhibited here is inappropriate and unhealthy, hence it should not be encouraged. 

Special thanks to @soleilician and @d10nsaint for their help with this segment! :)

Hey guys, hope you’ve been doing well and ready to dive into this next chapter! As it turns out, this series will expand into more than three chapters  and I will keep you all updated as just to how many parts there will be. At the moment, it looks like it is a total of four parts, but we will wait and see 😅 So with that being said, sit back, relax and be prepared to see what happens next~.

Regis Adri Floyen had a very low opinion of both Marquis LaRue and Marquis  Griddlebone’s daughters.  

While she exhibited an excellent temperament around other young ladies of high society accompanied by a striking physical appearance to his late wife, Lady LaRue’s actions were not genuine. They were tricks to lure in powerful connections while making her seem like an amiable woman who would make an excellent marriage candidate to any gentleman who approached her. But she only had eyes on him and his daughter. At every social event, she tried to get close to them with a syrupy smile and compliments on how lovely Jubel has grown.

It was obvious that his daughter is the loveliest woman in the Ashet Empire, but that did not mean he had to look forward to seeing this….annoyance at Jubel’s coming-of-age ceremony. Lady LaRue, in short, was just as bad as Max. Both were stubborn, and would pursue reckless means to obtain what they desired.

In regards to Lady Griddlebone, the fact that she was aiming to take her father’s position on the imperial council is bad enough. Anyone who aligned themselves with a spineless coward like Darius is an enemy to Regis. She did approach him a few times, but it was to relay a message that the emperor requested their immediate presence in his audience chamber.

Small conversation when they were heading in a similar direction was all she had tried to accomplish with him. He had no interest, but she was persistent in a way that did not make him take out his sword and threaten her…at least not yet.

He kept tabs on these women, instructing his soldiers that if either of them were to make contact with his daughter, he would personally destroy their houses. But as much as he desired to keep her away from the people who wanted to take advantage of Jubelian, they could not deny an invitation to a royal banquet.

And so with great reluctance, the two of them arrived at the palace garbed in matching ensemble, somewhat prepared for what might happen next in this lion den. Nothing is ever constant in the imperial palace.

Upon greeting the Emperor and Empress, they were excused. Jubelian’s friends, bless them, had arrived to see her. At least for a little while, Regis did not have to worry too much as he was forced to mingle with others.

Why? Why is it so hard to get close to Duke Floyen and his daughter?! Sure, they are the pinnacle of society but that did not mean they were perfect! 

She would know that better than anyone else in this room, except for the Emperor. Yes, Louise was frustrated at this point. Very, very, frustrated.

Duke Floyen was the commander of the royal and central armies, plus his own duchy and child! Honestly, she hadn’t been surprised that his neglect of Jubelian led to her original villainous personality in the first timeline.

She knew Duke Floyen loved his daughter immensely and wanted only the best for her, but is it so hard to accept the fact that she wants to help Jubelian?! Why else would she take the time to anticipate what events the duke’s daughter attended, memorize her schedule and go so far as to act like Amelia? All of that hard work, the time she put into her efforts, all for what? To Jubelian looking down at her with a disgusted frown before excusing herself to mingle with other ladies?

Hell. No. This is not how things were supposed to go, damn it! Wasn’t it a common troupe in the reincarnation genre for the female lead to be drawn to a transmigrator like herself? Ugh, she should have finished University instead of dropping out and being a low-wage worker. Maybe then, she would have gotten a degree like her parents wanted and moved out of the house to find her own happy ending. But that was the life she could have had. 

This is the life she is living now, and she will not give up on this golden opportunity!

Marquis LaRue was getting impatient with her failed attempts at roping in Duke Floyen. If she doesn't nab him soon, she’ll be married off to someone else! She didn’t wanna marry an ugly old dude and live another miserable life. That's not supposed to happen!

When the Duke and his daughter made their entrance at the imperial ball, Louise had to refrain herself from greeting them immediately. As much as she wanted to keep those other rats away, she had to be patient.

Being aggressive has far ended in failure. By withdrawing herself, she should surely catch Jubelian’s attention, if not her father! This was a perfect plan! :)

Oh? Where is Jubelian going? Louise watched from the corner of her eye as the silver-haired young lady looked around the room, a flushed expression on her face, before her periwinkle orbs glowed and started to walk away from her friends, promising that she will be right back. Louise followed Jubelian’s petite frame weaving through the crowds and towards….the loyalist group?

What in the world was she doing there? Aren’t they supposed to be Regis’ enemies since they work directly for Emperor Darius?

Louise’s heart stopped when a slightly flustered Jubelian stood in front of another woman - a woman Louise is certain that she has never seen before at previous functions - lounging in a chaise chair, half of her face concealed by an elaborate fan. What is going on here? This event never happened before in the manhwa! She strained her ears, but could barely hear anything over the raucous laughter, the orchestra, and clinking of champagne glasses. The woman on the chaise slowly stood up, curtsying before Jubelian, and followed the young woman around the back towards the balconies.

Louise gritted her teeth. Nu-uh. No way. No one stood in the way of her happiness with the Duke and his daughter. Not even a nameless background character!

So she followed them, not knowing that there was someone else in this ballroom concerned about the woman who walked away with the female lead.

Regis was currently reevaluating his opinion on Marquess Griddlebone as he watched her being led outside by his daughter. What was Jubelian thinking? She is unaware of Marquess Griddlebone’s role? No, that couldn’t be right. He had told her that she is someone to be careful around.

Darius had made the marquis’ daughter work tirelessly in the imperial palace after being introduced six months ago. Naturally, he had thought that a woman could not handle the administrative duties that her predecessor had - if she were the marquis’ younger son instead, that would have been a different story.

But Sheila Griddlebone proved her value to the emperor. She never complained about the workload or asked stupid questions, even occassionally staying in the palace late at night to make sure everything was in order for the next meeting. And Darius knew it. He is now assured that the Griddlebones were on his side and would not betray him.

More loyal dogs to be used at his disposal.

He took refuge behind an alabaster pillar near one of the opened windows, making it seem like he was observing the ball’s festivities when he was actually eavesdropping.

“Thank you for being…courteous towards my selfish request, Marquess Griddlebone.” Jubelian’s soft voice stuttered.

“I would rather see Your Grace be comfortable however you see fit to talk to me than be anxious in a crowded area. The heat this summer is quite atrocious. Please, I insist that you sit.”

“You will not sit beside me, Marquess?”

“Proper etiquette dictates that a young man or lady in possession of a higher ranking sits before anyone else in the room.” Griddlebone said. “I am in need to stretch my legs anyway, so standing is perfectly fine, unless Your Grace is uncomfortable-?”

“N-No, I am fine, thank you! I was…I was wondering wherever did you acquire your evening attire and accessories? It seems that you are always dressed at the height of fashion, yet the other ladies claim that you rarely shop in the capital as much as they do. That you never show your face in public.”

Regis half-expected Marquess Griddlebone to lash out at his daughter for being rude or at the gossip that is apparently being spread. Instead, he heard the woman reply warmly.

“I know the owner of a very good dress shop in the upper part of the capital’s streets. Although I have been going to them for many years, the owner is very peculiar about the customers she receives. Her visits are also by appointment only, so that might explain why I am rarely seen in the city. Including that I am busy working under my father to inherit his title.”

Regis blinked. He…was not expecting that response at all. And his wine glass was still full.

“I see. Is the work difficult?”

“Every job has its challenges, Your Grace, but if you enjoy doing it, then it really couldn’t be called a job, wouldn’t it?”

“I suppose. But if that is the case, then why are you rarely without your fan?”

“My fan?” Griddlebone repeated.

“Yes. “ Jubelian said. “Is it special to you?”

“To an extent. While other ladies see it as an accessory, this is a tool. I can conceal my face as I converse with people, watching them closely before I speak. High society is a battlefield, Your Grace. Instead of swords and shields, we use our mouths and body language to protect our beliefs or point a barb at a disagreeable opponent. We must never allow them to get under our skin and give them a weakness to be used as an advantage.”

“I’m not my father.” Jubel said immediately, her sweet voice suddenly tight.

“No, you are not.” Griddlebone agreed. “You are a young, bright woman with unlimited potential so long as you have the right guidance. Nonetheless, I look forward to your debut and seeing how you flourish in the Empire.”

Regis’ palpitating heart slowed in relief. Although he has had limited interactions with the marquis’ daughter, at least she is able to be civil enough towards his daughter without upsetting her.

Knowing Jubelian, she would not take Griddlebone’s advice too seriously. She is an enemy to the Floyen duchy, after all. Regardless of the pleasantries that they have exchanged thus far tonight. He was about to step away from his hiding spot and collect Jubelian when he heard another voice on the veranda.

“Your Grace? Are you out here?”

Regis’ nerves went on high alert at the familiar high-pitched and grating voice. Lady LaRue. Why is she here?

“Oh, here you are~! You look exquisite this evening, Your Grace~!”

“Ah. Thank you, Lady LaRue. However…do you not compliment in such a manner every time that you see me with my father?”

Regis bit the inside of his cheek to keep a smile from spreading across his face as he heard Lady LaRue stumble over her words, no doubt surprised at the reply. Yes, Jubel certainly inherited Amelia’s sharp tongue. His little girl was growing up so quickly before he even realized it.

“A-Ah, my apologies, Your Grace! Though…I must confess, I did not expect you to be in the company of a ferocious bear. Would it not be better to be acquainted with other like-minded individuals?” LaRue said. “Surely you are aware where her loyalties lie, Your Grace?” Regis could have sworn he heard that woman snickering. Grinding his teeth, he almost revealed himself to reprimand the marquess when Griddlebone spoke up cheerily.

“My, my! You are quite informed, Lady LaRue. The Griddlebone sigil is a towering black bear standing on a hill of his enemies' bones near an evergreen tree. But do you wish to be part of that hill, Lady LaRue?” He heard the sound of a fan being snapped shut, followed by the steady tapping of it against an open palm. “First, you do not introduce yourself, then you claim that you are a ‘like-minded’ individual when all of high society is aware of your…actions?”

“How dare you-”

“Lady LaRue, we are in the presence of Her Grace. Mind your words, if you please.”

Understandably uncomfortable with the situation, Jubelian excused herself from the veranda and promptly left. Regis frowned. He wanted to follow his daughter and take her home immediately, but they could not leave for at least another hour. Darius would be furious if his guard dog left the ball earlier than decorum allowed.

Perhaps…he should teach these women a lesson for upsetting his daughter? The thought almost became a reality when he heard them speaking again.

“What was that about?” LaRue said tersely. “You have humiliated me in front of Her Grace!”

“You were discourteous to Her Grace in both actions and words, Lady LaRue, nothing more. Your lack of etiquette makes me wonder what will become of the future of your house once you are married off.” Griddlebone replied neutrally. “Although I admire your…persistence, it is also becoming an embarrassment to watch.”

“Duke Floyen is the perfect gentleman and an ideal husband! How can you be so blind to not see it? Or are you too busy currying favor with the Emperor to even notice?”

“Careful, Lady LaRue. You don’t want me as an enemy.”

“Then stay away from him. You’re ruining everything!”

“His Grace is a grown man capable of making his own decisions. If it is his wish to  not remarry and serve the Emperor as his sword, then so be it. Who are you, or I, to interfere? It might be best to begin reflecting on your actions before it mirrors your social life. In this world, a woman’s reputation is everything. You know this, do you not, Lady LaRue?”

“And how do I know that you are even a loyal servant to the Empire as you claim to be, Marquess Griddlebone?” LaRue spat. “Sure you might work diligently here in the palace alongside your father, but you have nothing to show for it! Nothing!” With that being said, the irate woman stormed off the veranda in the same direction as Jubelian took off to.

Regis heard Griddlebone groan irritably  in an unladylike manner, followed by a fan being snapped open again. If it were not for his sharp hearing and other abilities he had gained after becoming a swordmaster, he would not have heard her soft murmuring amidst the wind.

“A show of loyalty?” Griddlebone said. “The fact that she is still alive is an act of kindness itself, even when I already possess evidence that she and her father are co-conspiring with the Trevor kingdom. The transactions of weapons and slave labor, correspondence, and even eyewitness reports on secret meetings between Marquis LaRue and a spy. If I were truly aligned with the Emperor, I would have presented everything two months ago but here she still is, oblivious that her fate is in my hands.”

Regis released a surprised gasp at this confession. By doing so, he heard Griddlebone calling out if someone was there. Cursing silently, he moved away from the pillar and mingled back into the sea of aristocracy. Although he appeared calm, he was quite rattled on the inside.

Sheila Griddlebone…she was not loyal to the imperial family? Then why did she work so hard every day under her father, if she had no intention to attain Darius’ favor and cement her position as the marquis’ heir? He needed to confirm it for himself.

As he recalled, there would be more work for him at the palace in the coming weeks. Even though it was an opportunity he could not pass, it would sacrifice his quality-time with Jubelian. He’ll have to make sure to make it up to her as soon as he comes back to the duchy.

Preferably, away from the capital and Lady Louise LaRue.

#yandere manhwa x reader #yandere #yandere male #yandere regis floyen x reader #yandere regis #yandere manhwa au #the chapter chronicles #father i dont want to get married #forbidden-sunlight

[enderwoah]

there is something so horribly poetic about divorce quartet getting first and second place pair-wise in double life. like think about it it's just so. in a series where the entire premise was to be bonded to someone the four people that effectively betrayed that bond were the people that won.

i mean sure the very obvious lovey-dovey couple got third but they both literally came to pieces once pearl actually set out to kill (on her own, mind you).

jimmy and tango loved each other but jimmy died alone in the woods in the middle of the night with no-one around, not even his soulmate, and tango died in the same instant in the same way except in the plains.

grian ended up killing his 'secret' soulmate AND his 'actual' soulmate, both by accidents varying in tragedy.

ren and bigb ran into battle together, bigb just behind him, and died due to something that neither of them even saw.

like that bond and that love literally meant Nothing for the entire series, no matter how much weight people put into it.

AND THE CRAZIEST THING TO ME?? martyn and cleo despite being ""divorced"" were actually. getting closer again? around the end of the series?

maybe it wasn't love, but it was something to start. a gifted sword acted as a messy knot tying their soulmate strings back together. in their final moments, they were allies. they were on a team together. and then pearl tore though that string with her axe and killed cleo without even blinking.

she and scott had tried that reconciliation thing in the same episode. really, it was just scott holding out an olive branch, and pearl took it, then left them behind. scott tried to bring them back together, scott was willing to reconcile, and he came second. hell, you could even argue that the bond really did kill him- some semblance of respect between soulmates drove him to give pearl the win, do you see what i mean do you see what i mean i HATE minecraft smps i HATE how they're so accidentally poetic

#ugh to i have to tag all of Double Life #here we go #this is from me rambling to a gc like a month ago btw lmao #martyn inthelittlewood #zombiecleo #scott smajor #pearlescentmoon #impulsesv #bdoubleo100 #jimmy solidarity #tangotek #grian #goodtimeswithscar #renthedog #bigbst4tz2 #hell on earth #i HATE the life series #/pos #double life #life series #trafficblr

[lilacartsmadsion]

Future AU Lore

The History…sort of…

Not really it’s still in the works but after the new Update, I started working on a few things…

So here we go…

Gingerbrave and Co are the Successors of the Five Heroes, Each planning to retire after the Events of The Earthbread War. Aka the War against Dark Enchantress Cookie.

After winning each of the Five earned a Successor and gave each of their Soul Jam away so they can retire peacefully. (Except for Dark Cacao)

Pure Vanilla takes Wizard as a Successor.

Hollyberry takes Strawberry

Golden Cheese takes Chili Pepper (This is VERY obvious)

White Lily takes Custard Cookie III

And Gingerbrave is trained by Dark Cacao.

Why did I switch Wizard and Custard Cookie III? Because their Soul Jams wouldn’t match with their personality.

Wisdom comes from Knowledge and Truth and Deceit comes from Knowledge which is the original name of the Soul Jam that Shadow Milk Cookie wielded. Though Wizard won’t go on to become the King of the Vanilla Kingdom, he most definitely will learn Magic from Pure Vanilla. Which is why his Soul Jam turned into Wisdom instead of Truth.

Custard Cookie III’s soul Jam changed from Freedom to Unity as the original name was Solidarity. Which means ‘Unity or Agreement’ or ‘Being United behind a common goal’ the reason why Custard III has Unity is because as a King he’s supposed to unite cookies and give them a sense of Trust.

Now moving on the New Names for the Soul Jam are.

Wisdom

Love

Unity

Prosperity.

Dark Cacao’s remains in Resolution.

Dark Cacao doesn’t give up his Soul Jam. (Because his burdens are too heavy or something) but offers to train Gingerbrave in combat and Leadership. Which Gingerbrave agrees…

Somewhere down the Line they Create the Order of the Five an Order dedicated to keeping peace within the world, as they preside over Law, Unity, Justice, Order, Peace,Prosperity and Education.

At some point something drives Gingerbrave to take the Four remaining Soul Jam, and he succeeds. The Order on how is this:

Custard III’s

Chili Pepper’s

Wizard’s

Strawberry’s

Gingerbrave then engraves it in his sword and disappears along with the Cookie Kingdom. (Our kingdom)

With this the Other Four Scatter across the Continent with only Custard III remaining in the Vanilla Kingdom…

There’s a Theory that the remaining Three are no longer in Crispia.

Some time later, a Cookie named Tinkerer Cookie tries to uncover the Secrets of the Five and bring them back to Unity in order to bring peace to the world once more.

#cookie run kingdom #dark cacao cookie #gingerbrave #pure vanilla cookie #hollyberry cookie #golden cheese cookie #white lily cookie #chili pepper cookie #wizard cookie #strawberry cookie #custard cookie iii

[newartistgirl]

Lu little details (2)

  Following the last post I made, which, to be honest, hadn’t thought would be read as much as it has been (given the fact that the last update was some time ago I was not expecting to see that much people reading about linkeduniverse), here I bring more little details that always manage to surprise me, and show the thought behind.

1. Legend is, in fact, reading an actual in-game quote from Mipha’s diary. I know maybe this one is not shocking but it’s always appreciated. 

2. The variety of items they use. It’s not just reduced to the most obvious ones, their sword, shield, and bow (being recognisable and distinguishible the designs of each. There you go, more and more details). We also can see items, such as the hookshot, the clawshot, the whip, fire, ice and dominion rods, or even the stasis of the skeikah slate. And some others but not being used, like the rest of items Legend hoards.

3. Does Legend asking Four what he thinks about upgrading the master sword count as a reference to games detail or personalities/opinion detail? However, there it is. While Legend has in fact done that, Four seems somewhat averse to the use of magic swords.

4. An obvious reference to Breath of the Wild is Wild breaking his swords several times. Another detail that may be a little less obvious, not because it’s hard to get but because it may get forgotten, is Wild saying “I’m just glad this wasn’t my good shield”. As we know, Wild probably has a wide range of weapons, and I find really close to my BotW experience the not using the “good shield” case except for accounted occasions. In fact, we never see him using any of the highest damage weapons in his game. Probably this is because he won’t have them in the comic.

5. Just like the Links, all monsters are mixed. Regardless of the Hyrule ore time period thay are in monsters from all games have been showing. I think it’s more than on purpose the fact that after Wind recieves his mail monsters from the Great Sea show up. Like, Time says it. So no, not a big reveal but...

6. Usually little posts not focused on the storyline, due to their purpose, have a huge amount of references, usually shown in a rather comical way. From Legend and the floor tiles, Four frustrated cause no one knows who Vaati is, Time advising Hyrule not to drink from the well, to Malon and the aliens or that impossibly endless magic bag our hero carries around. I  love every single one of these.

7. Twilight thinks of Midna several times. I’m not just talking about when he literaly refers to a princess beatuiful as the setting sun who shatterd his heart into a million pieces, but also when he looks at his shadow in a rather nostalgic way, which, of course, it’s not a common thing to do.

8. Four and that combat againts the octorok. I personally suffered that battle just like he describes it. And I ought to remark Legend’s snarky comment because, even as a short person, found it funny. (I’m gonna end up having to make a post for each Link cause I could also add a lot about this two but about more subjective matters)

9. Wild uses the ladle Sky carved him. And the fact that Sky actually carves is like one of the nicest character details as a reference to the game so far. It’s easy to skip that detail in the game itself so props for adding that.

10. Time loves to quote, and this time, he is quoting his future self. I the comic, when he finishes a fight along Wind, he tells him: “In every battle, you have a little more of the look of a hero” which is oddly similar to what he says to his descendant in Twilight Princess: “You have a little more of the look of a hero than you did before”. Not complaining. Any reference to the Hero’s Shade makes me happier. 

11. All that conversation between Twilight and the veteran turned into a bunny is full of references to their games that, obviously, happen to be past events in the heroe’s lifes that may or may not have had a big impact on them.

12. Sky being the one to run out of breath. If you have played Skyward Sword you know about the stamina wheel which, ulinke in BotW, can’t be upgraded.

13. Bellum and Vaati references are more than “references”. I frankly doubt someone missed those. However, theres a more sublte reference Four makes while talking to the Rancher. In this scene he talks about Dark Mirrors, this being a reference to his adventures, which Twilight inevitably connects to “his” mirror. (Love also that scene. Easily one of my favourite duos)

I probably have skipped a lot more cause the comic is full of them. I hoped you liked this. If while reading I notice more I make another part, but for now this is what I have. Happy new year btw!!

(I apologise in advance for any spelling mistake. i’m not a native speaker)

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe rant #lu rambles #lu rants #lu #lu time #lu four #lu wild #lu sky #lu legend #lu twilight

[cosmic-herbal-tea]

Given the internet is full of theories & ideas on the Ancient Hero, I really wanna put my two cents on the character and point out some things that get missed.

The ancient hero is Zonai

I highly doubt with the significance and presence of the Zonai in TOTK, the very shrines Rauru made would gift Link an aspect of a random ass creature from Zelda universe we’ve never seen before that happens to be a hero.

And it would be just as weird for the aspect to be literally wearing a modified ZONITE ARMOR set which has the same defense level & is relevant only to Zonai given the set in question improves the usage of Zonai devices (which wouldn’t be used by anyone but Zonai wheras Link is afforded their abilities due to Rauru’s arm)

Not to mention the ancient hero also bears fabric that is explicitly the symbol of Zonai. It be really odd for this character to possess Zonai abilities, bear Zonai fabric & clothing that would be relevant only to a Zonai of that time frame, and it not be Zonai whatsoever or possess connections to them.

The Ancient Hero is a relative of the royal family

Given the Zonai connections to the character, it’s highly probable this ancient hero breaks the usual mold regarding heroes and is a relative to the royal family, making him Hylian too. He bears similarities to both Sonia’s tattoos that would recognize her as royalty at least and the tattoos adorned by royal guards of ancient Hyrule BOTH. Sonia prior to Queenship was a PRIESTESS so she’s not an obvious warrior type.

If Ganondorf’s comments had merits in that there’s a limited amount of Zonai that dwell (in which he was unaware Rauru & Sonia already had a child at least since Zelda is outright confirmed to be related to them both long into the future) & he comes after their time , he would have to had royal connections due to having obvious dominant Zonai genes period.

I say relative too because the Ancient Princess is also there. She could be a sister or a cousin or something more distant depending on how far down the first instance of Calamity happened compared to the Imprisioning War & how Zonai genes work in lieu with Hylian genes. She directly wields the sealing power, which is a power that RAURU (Sonia grants power over time, not dispelling evil), which confirms she is Rauru’s obvious descendant.

What makes the Ancient Hero interesting is that he breaks the mold for Link’s place outright given his more oddly appearance & the fact that the plan in that era to beat Ganon was to use a magic sword made to fight evil, use the Ancient Princess’s power to seal him away, and all the while weakening the creature by jumping his ass & helpers with four massive mechanical weapons AND a bunch of guardians.

So I don’t adhere the ancient hero to the mold of a loyal person descended from Knights like Link ordinarily is in most variations (Wind Waker!Link being one of those exceptions).

He’s not from the Depths

The Zonai statues in the Depths are from a time before even Rauru/Mineru given how until the Upheavel in current time, it has not been explored extensively. The Ancient Hero either comes after or concurrently to Rauru/Mineru’s lifetime.

He’s not Gerudo

I know the fandom is thirsty for a male Gerudo example that’s NOT Ganondorf to see how things are different but red hair and fancy jewelry isn’t Gerudo exclusive traits. I think the red hair might suggest a difference in the family.

Hylians in Zelda have been redhead before without being Gerudo too.

Zonai have diversity in characteristics

Given the two Zonai we see are siblings, it’s highly probable that their looks & the statues do not express how all Zonai are. I’ve seen people put “deep analysis” of the aspect with Rauru & Mineru and honestly, it’s not riveting given we’re dealing with a fictional race this story has not given deep enough details.

That’s just some of my thoughts on the Ancient Hero & his aspect. Feel free to agree, disagree, etc.

#tears of the kingdom #legend of zelda #ancient hero's aspect #breath of the wild

[shade-pup-cub]

For a fanfic suggestion, how about Four getting sick as a consequence of being so small? Like overeating because they keep giving him big portions 'because he's still growing!' and getting sick from it, or from a wrong potion dosage. Maybe he's more susceptible to hypothermia or heat strokes. Just spitballing ideas! Four is my favourite but I don't see too many fanfics of him :(

Hi Anon! Hope you enjoy. Stay tuned because the next one-shot I’m posting is of Four.

Thank you for the request!🖤

If Four had to describe his fellow heroes in the way of the roles they played dynamically Sky would be the ‘Mother Cucco’ who is always brooding over the sick or injured in a way that wasn’t suffocating. Time would be that ‘Dad Friend’ or ‘Cool Uncle’ that you knew was awesome, but also knew you better listen to. Twilight was the ‘Protector’ and ‘Big Brother’ for obvious reasons and Four would never call him the group's pet due to how disrespectful that would be, but it was nice to have someone like Twi who could shift even if Four hated dark magic. Hyrule was of course the group’s ‘Doc’ and everyone had learned to listen to him or get a slap upside the head. An angry healer meant for a bad day.

There was one person in the group that Four (more so Red) had a soft spot for and that was Wild, their designated ‘Chef’. Bless that man for being able to cook! Four was going to die of starvation with the others cooking.

Wild was the last to join them and it was beyond clear that he did not trust anyone outside of Twilight and somewhat Sky, since the First Hero was the one holding the Master Sword. He was quiet, skittish, feral and had his own odd ticks that Vio liked to sort through and keep notes on, just like he did with the others, but Wild was a challenge to him.

Four made it a point to learn everyone’s written language as well as sign language, proving useful with Wild. None of the others, except Twi, could understand what Wild was signing to them. So when Four figured out the dialect and some of the sign changes, noticing that it really wasn’t too far off from his own, Wild began to open up to him.

This was all months ago and Wild was now fully talking to everyone, more laid back and he had a dynamic role that he fell into as the cook. Cooking brought a smile to Wild’s face and Red beamed at how much happier the newest member was while being able to feed everyone.

That was exactly where the problem was. Red refused to hurt Wild’s feelings when it came to the food. The other Colors would say something, but Red always won that argument. It wasn’t that he disliked Wild’s food, no, it was the amount. Wild and Hyrule were a bottomless pit for food, Time and Sky could easily eat two full servings of just about any meal while Wind and Twilight could go for thirds. Four was lucky to get through one serving! Heaven forbid the meal was heavy on rice and meat and not because it was filling.

Like any other night where they could afford to have a fire going, Wild cooked. It was a hearty meal of rice, a red meat that was cooked perfectly, seasonings and Wild even added two fried eggs with runny yolks. Damn it if Wild knew this was Four’s weakness, his favorite meal and the added eggs were the cherry on top.

Four gave a bright smile when Wild handed him his bowel filled past the brim with deliciousness, eyes flashing with a hit of red.

‘Red, don’t you do it.’

‘Shut it Blue! Did you see how happy he was? He hasn’t been able to cook in a week due to Hyrule restricting what he can do.’

‘That’s Wild’s own fault, Red.’ Green did not have the other Color’s back, choosing to side with Blue.

‘Vio, help me out here.’ Red pleaded.

Vio sighed, ‘We go through this every time. Why are we still fighting over it?’

‘Oh, thanks a lot Vi. You could have been the one that Red listened to.’ Blue snapped.

‘Can we just eat and let Red be happy? He has been looking forward to this all week.’ They could hear the mental tiredness in Green’s voice.

‘Yes!’ Red happily shouted in their shared mind.Four gave a slight wiggle where he sat, bringing a small amount of attention to him.

“Someone is happy to have Wild back to full health.” Legend snickered.

“I’m just happy Hyrule isn’t cooking. I don’t think I can handle another night of potential food poisoning.” Four hummed with the first bite.

“Hey! I can hear you!” Hyrule said from across camp, not truly mad.

“I didn’t say anything that I wouldn’t say to your face.”

When Twilight said he was full after two servings and Wind said the same after one, Four knew he was in trouble. He slowed his pace, but made it a point to finish the whole meal and pushed through the meat sweats and the bloated feeling.

Barely able to move after all the food, Four gingerly laid down on his bedroll, trying to get comfortable. He pretended to be asleep while Time asked who would be on watch, thankful that he didn’t have to be on a shift. It didn’t change the fact that he was awake in the middle of the night.

His eyes flashed open as a shooting pain like a hot knife being stabbed into his lower right abdomen erupted suddenly. Oh that wasn’t good. He placed a hand over the area, applying pressure, relieving some of the pain. Letting go of the pressure made him see little swirls of color. Curling into a ball worked for a moment, but he had to shove his fist into the spot again, have one leg out slightly and the other tucked under him to help increase the pressure.

“Four?”

‘Shit! That’s Hyrule!’ Blue hollered.

‘Shhh!! Keep it down will you? Last thing we need is to have a headache with this.’ Green snapped back.

‘Should we split?’

‘Red, no, that would just make four of us have the same issue and everyone freak out.’ Vio was trying to be calm.

“Four, hey, what’s wrong?” Hyrule asked as he knelt close by.

“N-nothing.”

“You suck at lying. Come on, let me help with whatever this is.” A hand rubbed along his back. “You are burning up and sweating through your tunic. How long have you been sick?”

“Just woke up with it. I’ll be fine.” Four sniffled, not crying.

“Is it something you ate?”

“N-no!” Four shot up into a sitting position causing all of it to be much worse.

Hyrule quirked an eyebrow. “So it was something you ate. No one else is sick though.”

Four held his breath for a moment with his eyes closed trying to will the pain away. “Please don’t tell Wild.”

“Don’t tell me what?” Damn shift change!

‘Noooo!’ Red cried out.

‘Busted, might as well spill it.’ Vio said in a non comforting way.

When Four didn’t say anything, Hyrule stepped in. “Four got sick on something he ate and didn't want help and didn’t want you to know.”

Wild squatted down beside the other two. “How about you let Hyrule help you then we can figure out what made you sick?” Wild gave a soft, but concerned smile.

‘He’s… not mad?’

Giving a sigh, Four agreed and laid back on his back so Hyrule could examine. Warm tingling magic poured from Hyrule’s hand as he searched for the problem. Four tried to stay a still as he could, but wiggled his feet around. He relaxed more when Hyrule pushed on the area that was hurting, but when he let go, Four sucked in a ragged breath.

“It’s your Appendix.” Hyrule confirmed.

Four tilted his head. “The useless organ that does nothing outside of causing issues?”

“That’s the one. Now to fix it, you need to throw up or else it will rupture.”

Four’s ears dropped alongside Wild’s, who asked, “And it was because of something he ate?” Oh no. Wild was making the look Red never wanted to see. He was blaming himself for it.

“He probably ate too much or too fast or even both.” Hyrule reached a hand out for Hyrule to take so he could stand.

“Too much? Four, you only had one serving.” Wild stood and helped the smaller hero over to an area away from the rest of camp. It was slow moving, but they made it. “Want us to stay or-?”

Four didn’t give them a choice as he held onto a tree to promptly throw up everything his appendix thought to hang onto for later. Wild pulled Four’s headband back some to hold his hair away from his face as he told Hyrule to get a red potion.

“Only haa- half of oo- one please.” The dry heaving was worse than the actual throwing up.

Stomach settled and not trying to kill him, Four made it back to his bedroll and wanted nothing more than to face-plant into it and sleep for the next day. Insead he had to face Wild… well Red needed to face Wild.

“You going to tell me the big secret that you didn’t want me to know earlier?” Wild ask as he sat in front of Four and picked at the grass, starting to weave the ends together.

Red huffed and decided to come clean of his predicament. “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings by saying I wanted less food.” Wild seemed more confused than before and now that it was said out loud, Four felt a bit silly for it.

“Why would that hurt my feelings?”

“Cooking and feeding all of us makes you happy and I thought you would think that I didn’t like your food when really it’s much more complicated than that.”

“I’m listening.”

Hyrule passed the least filled potion he had to Four, giving him a look that he better drink.

“Both of you should probably hear this since it applies to potions too. Wild, you are the only one's knee caps I won’t break for saying that I’m still growing as if I’m close to Wind’s age and that is due to you meaning it in a kind way unlike when Legend or Wars says it to pick on me. I can’t eat as much as Wind because I’m not growing anymore due to a magic I was exposed to in one of my adventures. I can’t drink as much potion due to my size and it will eventually make me sick.”

Wild was the first to break the silence with a laugh. “Four, that's all you had to say. I wouldn’t have gotten mad or been hurt by that. Concerned maybe, at least until you told me why so I knew you weren’t starving yourself.”

“Same with the healing. The last thing anyone wants is for you to overdose on potions.” Hyrule added. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m tired and going to bed.”

Four watched him get up and walk over to where Legend was sleeping and land partly on top of him. The other let out an ‘oof’ and a grumble. “Do you want company during your watch?”

Wild shook his head. “You need sleep after all that. Get some rest Four. I’ll wake you and Hyrule last.” Wild stood and was walking away when he suddenly turned back aground. “Hey Red?”

Four jumped at being called one of the Colors and Red made sure to take over, eyes becoming the same color red as the tunic he wore. “Hmm?”

“I have smaller bowls that I can fill for you instead so it doesn’t look like you aren’t eating like normal. I’m sure Sky would say something if he thought you weren’t.”

Red had never been happier. “Thank you, Wild.” Four laid back down into his roll with a new found appreciation for his companions.

‘See, that wasn’t so difficult.’ Green whispered.

‘Shh, don’t rub it in.’

#anon request #fic request #hero of four swords #Red just want everyone happy #this was fun! #Thank you Anon!! #linked universe #four linked universe

[missamyrisa2]

Do you still remember the name of that little story with the pixies and forest folk? Its ok if you don't but it sounds so ticklehot😵‍💫

It issssss~ and guessss whattt? I foundd ittt! All I have is this in a text file which someone shared with me a long time ago. So if anyone knows who wrote it please notify me so I can properly credit them because it's such a gooood story~

Pixies.txt

Why am I here? I am simply an innocent traveller who incurred the wrath of some peasant village women by showing favor to one of their fair maidens. Surely, I meant no harm by my guileless flirtations, but these women did not see it in the same way. They accosted me (they were strong country folk, and they outnumbered me) and brought me deep into these woods, making it clear that the only appropriate punishment for a licentious outsider such as myself would be to leave me to whims of the pixie women. Now, being a townsman and having been raised in more enlightened circumstances, I should have scoffed. But I remembered hearing tell of the forest pixies as a child, remembered stories of unsuspecting travellers being captured and driven insane by these miniature maidens. Exactly how the pixies drove their victims mad had been left to my youthful imaginings, and as I was dragged into the woods by these leering, vindictive peasant women, I found myself wondering if the pixie stories of my childhood might actually be true and guessing at what sorts of magic spells and the like might await me.

I now sit here, abandoned by the village women after having been bound to the base of a large tree in the middle of the dark forest. My back is pressed against the smooth bark, my arms have been pulled behind me, my wrists tied to each other on the opposite side of the tree. My legs are stretched out before me. The ropes that bind my knees and ankles together are tied to stakes that are very deeply driven into the soil. A wide strap of hide has been placed around my forehead and around the tree's trunk, where the ends are tied together on the other side, so that in addition to my entire body having been rendered completely immobile, I can not even move my head from side to side. The village women have left me completely clothed, except that they have made certain to leave me barefoot; I vaguely recall one of the ladies snickering about how soft my feet were, and so I suppose I have been left this way to discourage me from wandering off in case I manage to free myself.

I busy myself with attempting to worry loose the knots at my wrists when the first of the pixies arrives, a tiny maiden with light, golden hair streaming about her tiny shoulders, about four inches in height, perfectly nude, fair of face and body, with silvery, translucent wings which are nearly as tall as she. She lands on my thigh, rests her tiny fists on her naked hips, and regards me with an approving smirk.

Two others, and then three more, arrive now, landing on my legs. They are identical to the first. They speak to each other. Their voices are so light in volume that I can not hear them, but it is obvious that they are agreeing with each other that I am quite a prize.

The last of these identical pixie girls arrives and hovers around my face, her little, humming wings almost invisible in their quickness. She carries with her a brownish grey wren's feather. It is only an inch or so in length and a half-inch in width, yet she brandishes it in her delicate little hands like a sword. Hovering in front of my face, she extends the feather toward me and flicks its tip back and forth across the tip of my nose. It tickles maddeningly, and I twitch my nose.

My response elicits an eruption of gleeful giggling from the other pixies, and as the one before my face continues to tickle my nose with the feather, I realize with sudden panic that the others are now flying directly toward my sensitive bare feet!

Two pixies land on the straps around my ankles, lean forward, and begin to lovingly caress the tops of my feet with the soft palms of their tiny hands. The other four congregate at my bare soles, lightly scratching long lines along my arches and heels with their tiny fingernails. The maiden who has been tickling my nose now joins her friends at my feet, brushing underneath my wiggling toes with her feather. Immobile as I am, all I can do is helplessly laugh at the top of my lungs. The two on my ankles now begin to trace the tops of my feet with long licks from their tiny tongues. The five at my soles become more frantic with their tickling, quickly searching every crease of my bare soles with tiny, probing fingernails.

The one with the feather now flutters toward my crotch, undoing my trousers and revealing my manhood, which has become erect and swollen with longing, and she begins to run the edges of her feather up and down the sides of my shaft with long, merciless strokes. I am frantic with lust and high-pitched shrieks of laughter as my cock and my feet are tickled and tickled. The pixie at my cock flutters her silver wings and hovers over the glans, which is now red with anticipation, and quickly flicks the feather's tip across the head of my penis, over and over, tickling and tickling. The girls at my feet are now biting and scratching in earnest, tickling and tickling every bit of bare skin they can find. The torturous tickling of my feet is unnerving, drawing from me endless bouts of uncontrolled laughter, while the incessant tickling of the head of my cock is enough to drive me wild with lust, yet not enough to bring me to climax. I scream with laughter for mercy, and the tickling goes on and on . . .

. . . and then suddenly stops. Through the drying tears in my eyes, I see that the blond haired pixies have abandoned me to greet another pixie girl that has just arrived, identical in every way to the tiny maidens that have tortured me for hours, except for her raven hair. The pixie who had taken such delight in teasing my manhood hands her feather to the dark haired fairy, turns to me and waves good-bye. She and her golden haired sisters depart, their giggling quickly fading as they disappear into the woods.

I am left alone with the raven haired pixie and her feather, but not for long, for other dark haired pixies soon arrive, hovering around me, giggling. The panic wells within me as I realize that . . .

. . . now it is their turn!

[zarvasace]

Eldritch

The jingling noise that Legend's box of rings made often inspired him. He knew every ring in there, and each had a variety of applications. Well, except for a few, their uses too narrow to use them very creatively. He still enjoyed being able to pull out tools that fit the situation exactly. 

The current monster they were tracking left a trail that wolf-Twilight could sniff out, but just barely. Legend fished one specific ring out, one made of dark steel and bright silver twisted and pressed together in a pretty pattern, one he didn't love using but would get the job done. 

Whatever he saw with this on, he'd keep quiet. Probably. 

With everyone watching him and similarly waiting to see if this would work the way they hoped, Legend slipped the ring on and opened his eyes. Someone commented about how they'd changed color. That made sense, the ring changed what and how he could see. 

Yes, he could see the trail, it was fairly obvious now. Legend ignored the glow around Sky, the tiny spirit fires around Wild, even the silhouette around Time. But he froze when a dark shape in the corner of his eye shivered and stretched—Four's shadow, blooming into something truly eldritch that didn't seem to care at all about actually looking like the small Hero's shadow. 

Legend forced his eyes away. He'd keep quiet. He'd keep very quiet. He'd just find an excuse sometime soon to throw the Master Sword that direction, just in case. 

(definitely was thinking of @aeriona 's creature Shadow here, he's beautiful, go check out those arts!)

#my writing #3sent #linked universe #lu four #lu legend #lu shadow #i guess that's a tag

[snakeassassins]

Pokemon Theory: Hassel, Drayton, and "Sinister Hands"

Hey guys! Before the pokemon presents starts tomorrow, I wanted to hash out some observations I’ve made on the scarvi dlc and the implications they have on pokemon lore as a whole. I don’t have much of a big hook to draw anyone in, though, so let’s just jump into it.

Hassel is only one of two characters in all of gen 9 who is left handed. The other is professor turo, who does so to symbolically mirror sada. Through this, I don’t think it’s hard to say that Hassel’s left handedness is also something designed to mirror someone else.

A lot of people have already pointed out that Hassel and Drayton have a lot of mirrored animations.

As such, I don’t think it’s much of a stretch to say that they are the big foils here.

There’s a bit of a snag, though.

With Sada and Turo, it’s obvious that this right/left theming is in regards to the past/future, but it becomes a bit murky if you attempt to apply this to Drayton and Hassel.

If anything this theming is reversed.

Drayton’s supposed to match Sada’s past, but his ace is the futuristic Archaladon.

Similarly, Hassel is supposed to represent the future, but his ace is Baxcalibur, who is themed around dinosaurs, much like past paradox pokemon.

The major exception to this is their signature moves. Electro shot takes a turn to fire, while Baxcalibur takes double damage after using Glaive Rush. Drayton’s ace’s weakness is the “past”, while Hassel’s ace’s weakness is the “future”.

So… how are we supposed to read this exactly? It’s an intentional contradiction —a paradox, if you will—but one whose intent is hard to parse.

Something else has been nagging me about Hassel’s left-handedness: it’s an anachronism.

See, given the name, Baxcalibur is designed to be a medieval weapon. In which case fighting with it left handed would be considered a major taboo for that time period. Swordsmen of that period were trained exclusively with their right hand, which meant fighting with your left was considered to be inherently underhanded.

This bled into a lot of the language and culture at the time. The word “sinister” itself literally means left in latin, we just use it to mean evil in modern times because those were the traits associated with left handed people back then.

It was a common trope for duels to be won unfairly by having the perpetrator fence with their right hand, only to stab their opponent with a hidden blade in their left. A left handed fencer in most medieval fiction is almost inherently duplicitous.

Another one was for left handed fighters to be masters attempting to hide their true strength by using their non-dominant hand to fight. A more benevolent form of trickery, but deceitful nonetheless. Maybe it’s a sign that Hassel is pulling his punches, given how low “elite four member” is compared to the multiple dragon tamer champions we’ve had?

You can see both of these tropes being invoked by this scene from the princess bride. Both opponents intentionally start with their weakest hand before switching to the right, but it’s a double entendre also meant to show that neither is as bad as they appear to be either, a fact made even more obvious by how honorably they fight.

To be honest, I was a bit concerned I could be grasping at straws with these comparisons, given that Baxcalibur’s Japanese name doesn’t even refer to a sword, but then it hit me

Its signature move is it literally backstabbing you. That’s the pun.

Which leads me to what’s been nagging at me here: why is one of Hassel’s major character motifs centered around him being a traitor if he never once betrays anyone in the story? If he was built from the ground up to be our metaphorical Brutus, then who is Caesar?

I think the obvious guess of who Hassel is a traitor to would be the dragon tamer family he seems to have run away from.

He tells us why he left, but his explanation is more than a little vague. Why did he stop being a musician and join the elite four? Why is he so necessary to his family’s hierarchy that they are willing to fake his father’s illness to get him back, even after all these years? There’s more to this story that Hassel is either downplaying or straight up not telling us, and that makes it the prime suspect for Hassel’s “traitor” status.

However, as we are in Unova for the dlc, my inner fan theorist can’t help but also point out the faction actively themed around medieval knights.

Especially when their boss is yet another blonde-ish lefty with swept back hair who is, frankly, more than a little ceasar coded himself.

Hassel’s backstabbing is probably a good thing for us either way tbh

Drayton’s the right hand man, however, and as such we can assume that he is aligned with whatever Hassel is against, willingly or otherwise. The Mark Anthony to our Brutus, if you will. The responsibilities of which he is likely dragging his feet on by staying in school as long as possible. Which actually brings us back to the original right hand/left hand dichotomy.

I think the big difference between the Sada/Turo dichotomy and the Drayton/Hassel dichotomy is that Sada and Turo are defined by a relentless pursuit of something. Drayton and Hassel, on the other hand, are defined by avoidance.

What’s important to the symbolism isn’t that Drayton is using his right hand, it’s that he isn’t using his left. He isn’t someone pursuing the past like Sada, but using his obligation to the school as a way to avoid the future.

Similarly, I think it's safe to say that Hassel is using his teaching position to escape his past moreso than he is looking to his future.

Because of this I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to say that Hassel’s past and Drayton’s future… probably coalesce in the same place.

What this actually implies is a question that will probably only be answered by our inevitable black and white remake, but I am curious about it nonetheless. I’ve got a bunch of extra comparisons to make between these two that didn’t quite make the cut here, so feel free to add your own observations and theories if you come up with anything.

#my personal headcanon is that hassel is the descendant of one of the heroes of unova #and that's why everyone wants him so bad #but I don't have much evidence for that one #pokemon #pokemon sv #pokemon hassel #pokemon drayton #pokemon theory #indigo disk dlc

[rawliverandgoronspice]

For context, I believe Rauru’s Hyrule is a “new” Hyrule founded after the past version(s) fell long in the past (allowing it to exist in any timeline, etc)

I was thinking about Ganondorf and reincarnation. My theory naturally implies TOTK Ganondorf is not literally The Same Dude from OOT that all the other appearances of Ganon(dorf) are. Well, except maybe Four Swords Adventures, but that’s kinda vague. Uh, anyway

The conversation that naturally crops up when it comes to reincarnation in the Zelda series is the touchy subject that is Demise’s Curse and what it actually means on a practical level. People tend to interpret it to either mean Ganondorf is a literal reincarnation of Demise, or an incarnation of Demise’s hatred. But I really don’t think so.

Demise’s curse specifically states that “an incarnation of my hatred shall ever follow your kind, dooming them to wander a blood-soaked sea of darkness for all time!” The obvious way to interpret this is the idea that some Big Evil Guy will pop up now and again to toss a bowling ball at Hyrule and knock a few pins over until some kid in green PJs comes along and smacks them around a bit, but I really don’t think it’s meant to be nearly that literal. Mostly because it would remove literally all agency from Ganondorf. Which is lame. And also, it kinda doesn’t make sense? Not every conflict in Hyrulean history involves Ganondorf. Hyrule has quite the blood-soaked sea of darkness all on its own, no Ganondorf required. Even ignoring all the stuff involving Vaati, there’s the Hyrulean Civil War, which, granted, is implied to have potentially involved the Gerudo, but very likely had several different players, and it was the Hylians who were clearly taking power, as they’re the ones who eventually wound up on top.

All of this to say, I think the incarnation of Demise’s hatred is less Ganondorf and more just the general greed and desire for power that those who inhabit Hyrule may feel. That Ganondorf happens to really enjoy having power simply makes him an obvious example, but by that same token it paints many of the various monarchs and royals in Hyrulean history in a similar light. It also means that those who fall prey to this are still perfectly in control of their own actions. They are culpable, and still complex people rather than just being the literal incarnations of evil. It also means that the fact that Ganondorf can reincarnate is less to do with being Demise reborn and more to do with him just having an exceptionally strong will and spirit all on his own

That said, I am Not a good Analyst and I’m mostly throwing spaghetti at the wall and hoping something sticks. So uh dear smart person who is also a big Ganondorf fan does any of this spaghetti stick

Heyy thank you so much for this ask, it's super interesting!

I agree that the curse being more about light beckoning darkness, and stability demanding upheaval just like absolute order leads to death just as surely as entropy does, feels very appropriate and binds the entire series together.

I also think this Ganondorf being a different dude, and the kingdom of Hyrule being one of its many versions, makes the most sense (even if I'm a little sad because my favorite part of Ganondorf is how his arc pans out across several games, I think the gaps between each game nourish him into a more interesting version of himself and I'm sad this one loses all the previous buildup of content --even if that makes sense, his last version was 17 years ago so okay I guess.....)

I've seen takes that say that TotK is the real, historical version of the legends that are Ocarina of Time, A Link to the Past and even perhaps Skyward Sword... and I'm really not on board personally. Not because they're Wrong to think that, it might even be what Nintendo is going for tbh, but it just comes down to me believing this version of the events is so much weaker and less rich than the legends they're based on, and that kind of doesn't make sense to me that reality would be even more black and white and drab than the way people (especially the victors) would have retold the story to each other? Again, I think that's really the heart of why TotK is not landing with me: if you recovering your past leads to you being coddled in what you already and always believed, then the world feels crazy claustrophobic to me? It's just not how these things tend to happen in real life, so if it does here... it's suffocating? Inescepable, almost?

(I mean Zelda always had this vibe of being pretty existentially horrifying when unpacked for two seconds, but I think this iteration pushes it to unprecedented heights)

#tloz #totk #totk spoilers #oot #alltp #skyward sword #ganondorf #meta #thoughts #asks #thank you so very much for this ask and the kind words!!!!! #I think you're spot on #at least I resonate a lot with this approach

[literary-illuminati]

Books I Read In September

45. The Oleander Sword, by Tasha Suri

Pre-ordered this, and I’m entirely happy with what I got. I mean it’s got intrigue and angst and the literal and metaphorical selling of souls and lesbians and eldritch horrors and war crimes, what’s not to love?

But really, I’m pretty sure I already made the joke, but SFF lesbians and weird power dynamics around fealty and martyrdom sure are a pair, huh? (Or maybe that’s just a random bit of selection bias in the books I read/see talked about, but eh. I should catch up on Montress.)

Anyway, Malini is a joy to read, and the Yaksha are absolutely gorgeous and come across as rather believably alien, though I really do wish they weren’t quite so straightforwardly malevolent, and the temple/palace intrigues with whatever the asshole emperor’s name was and his priests was great. Can’t wait for book 3.

46. None the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

My other pre-ordered book of the year. And look, I am largely outsourcing my opinions on this book to the ongoing 24/7 symposium digging into every bit of symbolism and possible reference in these things going on here in the tag. But, like, book good. 

Also Pal and Cam, my beloveds. And Nona is adorable. 

I need to go scream in the wilderness a bit again.

47. The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid

This month’s attempt to acquire some Culture, via what was apparently the most influential book of 2007 (literally recommended to me because a coworker’s book club is doing it). 

But no, this was good! Very much of it’s time, though less in a ‘dated in a bad way’ way, and more in a ‘future generations of college students will get assigned this and told to write an essay about the cultural fallout of the War On Terror.’ 

It really, really committed to the whole ‘life story told in a conversation over dinner’ framing device, to a degree that books basically never do - the prose of the whole thing still felt conversational and like it could actually be said by one person to another. The constant asides to the cuisine being served and the order of the courses and everything did eventually start to grate, though. 

The big central twist is, well, barely a twist - except that the title gives you a very definite idea of where the protagonist’s arc is going to end up that you bring with you into the book. Still, really well done.

I’m surprised you don’t see the janissarya analogy made more often in modern polemic. Shoe doesn’t exactly fit, but close enough that you’d think it’d get some use.

48. Exit Strategy by Martha Wells

I really do adore Murderbot stories. They’re just perfectly sized for a lazy afternoon or two of reading, they’ve got the plot structure of a tightly edited 40-minute tv episode, and they’re just great fun comfort reads. Perfect book pringles. (Also Murderbot is one of the greatest protagonists of all time).

This one in particular would have honestly worked pretty well as a finale to the series? Or, since it clearly isn’t, I guess ‘works as a season finale’ is the better way to put it? It resolves the central underlying plot thread that’s been running through the books so far quite nicely, anyway. 

I totally admit that aside from Murderbot only, like, four characters have made a sufficient impression that I can reliably identify them by just their names, though. 

49. Elder Race by Adrian Tchaikovsky 

Hey, I finally finished the last Hugo nominee! Now to start feeling properly guilty about failing to answer that ask about my ranking/opinions from a month ago. 

But no, this was good. The only Tchaikovsky I’d read before was Children of Time/Ruin, so this was definitely a change of pace (obvious similarities in setting aside). The whole central conceit of ‘fantasy setting is actually the result of an apocalypse destroying a technologically advanced civilization and the descendents of the survivors viewing the remnants as magical relics and sorcery’ is so thoroughly cliche I think people just stopped writing it for a couple decades, but the execution is really well done. 

Nyr and Lynette are both fun POVs, anyway, and I absolutely adore anything that has multiple POVs seeing/taking part in the same events and interpreting them wildly differently. The one chapter that had two columns with Nyr providing exposition on one side and what Lynette&co actually understood him as saying on the other was great. 

Tchaikovsky also did a really excellent job of capturing the whole horror and grief and ennui of being the Last Of Your Kind better than I usually see, and also saying Fuck the Prime Directive, which is always appreciated. 

Also incredibly endearing that Nyr’s whole transhuman civilization gave themselves giant badass horns and then collectively decided to pretend it was for pragmatic utilitarian reasons. 

50. Fugitive Telemetry by Martha Wells

Because it’s 2 murder 2 bot month, I guess (but no all my holds on these really did just come in at once).

So apparently this was actually written after the novel, which I only found out after finishing it, but chronologically it seems to have taken place before? Which conveniently means I didn’t accidentally ruin any big twists for myself.  

Anyway, this was a fun detective story sort of thing. Murderbot being continuously annoyed at how much harder the lack of a dystopian panopticon made their job was a great running gag.

51. The Thousand Eyes by A. K. Larkwood 

Because it’s magical lesbians month, I guess. 

But no, this was a fun read. The whole setting and tone were very, hmm, D&D? Like a real mixture of super fantastical elements and generic fantasy things given different names (there are elves, and orcs, and for some reason specifically yuan-ti) and then the vision of society and the economics and the mindset and vocabulary of everyone who hasn’t been asleep in a ditch for ten thousand years is just incredibly modern. Not a complaint, it’s just very much a thing. 

My actual complaint is that this was like four different discrete stories stacked on top of each other and put into a compactor until they all fit in one book. There were a lot of times where I was kind of left feeling that Larkwood was relying on me knowing how a given story/character arc goes so she could just skip through the high points and then resolve it without necessarily building it up beforehand. 

(I also have a perpetual dislike for the plot beat of ‘oh no, the abusive cult who raised you was just doing their religion wrong. We’ve got a direct line to your/their god and he’s actually a great guy!’)

Interesting how minor a character Csorwe is in this one compared to Unspoken Name, really, but Shuthmili and Tal are both incredibly fun POVs so can’t say I really mind. Tsundere dragon goddess of betrayal and destruction was also a great time. 

#book review #monthly tally #analysis/review #the thousand eyes #a.k. larkwood #murderbot #fugitive telemetry #exit strategy #martha wells #elder race #adrian tchaikovsky #the reluctant fundamentalist #moshin hamid #nona the ninth #tamsyn muir #the locked tomb #the oleander sword #the burning kingdoms #tasha suri

[wintertimestoryteller]

Linked Universe x Reader Fairy Tale Collection

@luimagines . Third scene in the opening act, it will have 5 scenes in total before actual romance, not fully satisfied with it though so I might remaster it in the future, these past few weeks have been... Something, but I still wanted to move things along and post this week so hope whoever reads this enjoys ^^

Fun Fact: All folks in the theater crew's names are references to an indie series of musical operas, wonder how many people will catch each one, just thought it fitting given the setting, I wouldn't recommend getting attached though, they won't appear at all past the opening act unlike Dark's hired help, who will have a little bit of purpose on the narrative and have some scenes but won't take the spotlight, wouldn't recommend getting attached to any of them.

A few things happened in between the time Reader fell asleep, woke up and fell asleep again.

Plus, there's going to be lots of easter eggs to other fairy tales and fairy tale adjacent stories in the story plus towards Zelda in general, some obvious, others not. Might put some fun facts about them in here before each story and/or act if you're all interested, you can see who will have each story by checking out the original prompt on Luimagines' blog except for First's, Calamity's and Spirit's, I have something special in mind for them. FD only isn't in this story because I'd have to dip into mythological territory for him, but I'll probably write a solo thing for him later on to compensate. Look out for a Masterlist of this after we are done with the opening act.

Oh and uh, warning for fairy tale typical violence in the next scene (I mean, the Disney versions are technically already gruesome and the most recognizable, but other versions also go pretty darn dark) plus Zelda typical violence, so just a quick warning while I can even if it's only on the next act, though the character will technically be fine, if probably traumatized.

Opening Act, Scene III

It barely took a minute to explain the situation to Time, and not even a full hour for your little group consisting of yourself, Twilight, Cal, Time and Wild all to recall the others to the village square to explain the situation in full. The director long since left it and the oak tree looked awfully lonely for a moment against the backdrop of a darkening horizon (when had the storm clouds thickened so much? It was plenty sunny a few hours ago).

As you guessed, Time already heard from the mayor and innkeeper that the inn had been attacked, and he likely would have talked to the director had you not beaten him to it.

"50 rupees this is a trap. Come on now, show of hands for those who think so." Came the sharp, downright arsenic tone from Legend, caged and ornery like a fox (rabbit?) Who once had it's tail caught in a trap and learned the hard way to chew his limbs off to be able to flee for another day.

You can't exactly blame him for getting snappy though, the situation is pretty unsettling and you all know it. And this group had seen a lot.

Four snorted a bit, "No bet, I'm not losing money over something that obvious. I don't know about you all but I really can't believe in coincidences with the way things are lining up."

'It's definitely the work of the Shadow then.', signed Calamity, posture straight and alert. Hand on the hilt of his sword like a silent sentinel, as if expecting we'd all be jumped. A clear contrast from the quiet but polite young man from before, box up the young man, set loose the soldier, '... We're being cornered, led by the noose. We shouldn't accept.'

"It might be the only lead we will have in a while though." Grimaced Warriors, arms crossed as he leans against the oak tree, his strategic mind going a mile a minute through the possibilities. As expected of a war commander and the left hand of his Zelda, "Don't get me wrong, this is all bloody unnerving. Specially given how (Reader)'s conversation went with the director, but it might be better in the long run to risk it and get more leads once the storm passes. Who knows when we'll next find shelter? Getting sick with a storm like this coming with zero information wether or not there's a second village nearby or if any other person will let us stay for a while would just leave us more vulnerable."

"Doesn't exactly mean we have to like it.", Sighed Spirit, a hand on his hip, nervous and skittish but doing his best to contribute anyway, "It's like stepping onto the tracks when you know for a fact there's a train coming no matter how good the reason is, but Cap' is right. Me and Wind asked around, doesn't seem like there's any other villages or cities nearby where we can stop, and the terrain isn't right for caves in this Hyrule. We'd be in big trouble eventually even if we retraced our steps."

"Speaking of that, what do any of you make of this storm?", Hyrule interjects, looking at a frowning Wind, "I can't sense anything particularly magical about the town, except maybe the fortune teller and the potion makers, but..."

Wind groans, frustrated as he crosses his arms, "That's the thing, it looks like it should be unnatural. Winds like that don't blow easily in any of your Hyrule's, specially so far away from sea, it's usually just in mine. It looks wrong, but it doesn't feel wrong! The Wind Waker won't clear it either." Spirit put a hand on his shoulder in sympathy, clearly this was driving the Sailor up the wall as the Link most attuned to the flow of winds and weather, except maybe peculiarly enough Four.

"Have you tried the Song of Day?"

Time nodded to First, "We did it already with the Sailor's baton, no change." True to his word, the howling of storm winds picked up as if on cue, or maybe spite. Almost blowing Legend's hat straight off his head to match Wild's hood, you quickly snatched it as he cursed before it could get too far.

Yup, if this was a natural storm you'd eat Hyrule's cooking for a month straight at a bare minimum. "Do you think there's dark magic involved at all?", You inquire to Twilight, Warriors, Sky and Four, the one's who had the most experience with it out of the group as you finished helping Wild with putting most of your cooking supplies away. Gooseflesh crawls up your arms, it was getting chilly and you couldn't help but look over Wind and Spirit, though it seems Warriors beat you to getting their cloaks repaired at the tailors. They've ripped recently and the thread ran out so you, Legend, himself and Sky couldn't do it as usual.

"Here," he passes you your cloak from his slate, you blink as he gives you a smile, "It's about time I gave it back to you anyway." The habit of Chain members accidentally grabbing stuff from one another was legendary by now (and the fact that some items like Sky's Sailcloth, Twilight's necklace and Four's Sword were off limits, you'd have better luck getting Legend to allow you to borrow an item than getting them to part from those), you just didn't think it would extend to you.

"Thank you.", Smiling, you snuggle into the fabric, tilting your head at the headshake from Twilight as he takes the floor, "If there is, it's too faint for any of us to really notice it. Or it's just not the type we are using to deal with."

"We won't exactly know unless we're in the building most likely.", Sighed your resident captain, the smith nods along and adds in, "There definitely was some around the inn though, in the rubble. But not really anywhere else strong enough to notice, could be because of the monster presence here recently."

"Fi's been quiet too, plus that Raven fellow didn't even seem to bat an eye at her presence, unlike the Shadow would." Sky spoke thoughtfully, you had seen them pass by one another didn't they? It was likely then that he checked.

"Mhn, they act strangely but they're not possessed from what we can see either."

Legend shakes his head with a huff, "Much as I hate to admit they're right, disguised monsters usually have cracks in their facades, either it's a really good, really patient one, or just a Goddess damned weirdo with a few screws loose."

Neither alternative is good, you think and despite yourself, your gaze drifts to the theater building again. True to the stranger's word, the doors were open and the gales were picking up, you still have that niggling feeling from before, the unease that picks up the shoe before letting it drop, the feeling of being at a stalemate with a Lynel or breaths away from getting shot down by a Guardian as you look at the dim lights of the second floor of candles and lanterns likely being lit up. As much as you wanted to believe this was a rare struck of luck the Chain some times had when traveling (in meeting some times strange, but helpful individuals), something in there shook you, and laughed in your face when you couldn't figure out where the possible dagger was coming from.

The thunder roars as lightning strikes the earth, joining the once peaceful breeze turned into a furious zephyr in it's howling, screaming melody as the first drops of water begin to fall, seems the grace period you and the Chain had was up.

"Old man?" "Grandsire?" Inquired both Twilight and Sky, as you all leave the final decision to them (an inevitability really, with a group this big and diverse). Time and First trade a look, seemingly having a silent conversation, before First nods lightly, sighing, Time nods in acquiesce, "We'll accept lodging until the storm is gone and not a moment less, everyone be on your guards. And anything suspicious or sign of the Shadow you tell one of us immediately, we mean it, do not engage or go off alone, this doesn't look like a Dungeon but we can quickly be proven wrong."

And that was that.

As one, you all walk towards the theater, the director seemed to be talking with someone at the door, a young woman with curly hair close to her chin. They wave her off as she runs back inside the building, tugging excitedly on the arm of another young lady, this one tall with hair a pale shade of blonde to the seats where you can briefly spot a side door who giggles at her excitement, the director gives them both a fond grin before turning to your group with a wink, "Nothing like seeing young people have fun mhm? So, I take it you made your choice."

First nods respectfully, voice steady and even, "Indeed, thank you very much for your hospitality."

The director rolls their eyes with a chuckle, ushering you all in, "Oh stop, you'll make me blush! It's nothing really, I have more than enough space and am always eager to please and entertain."

"It's still appreciated nonetheless."

They shake their head at Time, "So very polite, no need. Now! In you all go, I'll show you all to your rooms on the second floor and the communal area backstage."

You pause, just a step behind Sky, Wild and Hyrule, who scanned the warm lobby space with open interest, Spirit barely being able to hold Wind back from just running off as the director closes the doors behind Calamity, Legend and Warriors, their Hyrule's didn't have anything similar to theaters, at least not anymore on some cases not to mention many of the Links would have had time or interest to frequent these spaces anyway, so their curiosity was warranted. A glance from Time and First quickly stop any shenanigans at the director's back, "Has the communal area always existed?" You ask.

"Not really, most of these buildings don't have those. But I wanted the best for my actors you know? Some of them have nowhere to go, and letting such talent go to waste would be a shame. Hence why I had something of a substitute for it built in and rooms up above.", Shrugged Raven, going through the open doors on their left, "Comes in handy anyway when things like this happen, we have plenty of rooms for you all individually, so don't worry about sharing. Backstage and the communal area are just beyond the main treat of this place." There's a grin on their voice as they say so, and you quickly see why as your breath is briefly taken away.

The auditorium is beautiful, open and spacious with a grand stage where most of the lightning would be focused on, but generally bright enough as there are visitors as you spot a young man with red hair helping a blonde lady light the other lanterns. The curtains open with minimum scenery on the dark wood stage and the stands go from the very beginning of the auditorium, to the sides and second floor where two stairs covered by a dark red carpet lead up to the boxes', an iron chandelier hangs from the dark wooden rafters, casting light onto wooden beams and gray walls. Simple and solemn, but elegant enough to feel comfortable and homey rather than something more opulent or rigid, at least on any other occasion.

Raven's grin widens, seemingly satisfied at your reaction and what they seem to find on the faces of the Chain from open appreciation to curious interest, they stand in the road to the stands and take a bow, "Welcome to Astoria Theater, enjoy your stay! Once you've seen one of our performances you'll never want to leave!", They straighten up, something about their movement feels... Off, but you shrug it off as they nod to the red haired young man and lady sliding down the stairs, by the stairs you spot two side doors at the corners of the stage's stairs, the salt and pepper haired playwright seems more than pleased to themselves as they nod to each one, "Communal area and kitchen to the right, bathrooms and showers to the left. Feel free to help yourselves to the pantry, our home is your home." With a quick hop and sweep of their sleeve, they call the young red haired man over, "Edgar here will lead you to your rooms and if anything feel free to ask him, Anabella, Amelia, Byron or Priscilla, there's enough space so you all shouldn't need to bunk together." The newly named Edgar nods, a black cat comes hopping and balancing on the seats to settle on the theater's owners shoulders, earning itself an ear pinch before they move on, "All I really ask is that you keep away from the quarters of the crew and my own. Not many of us around today since most have their own places now, but just enough we can probably be nice enough hosts."

"Also keep away from the costumes and prop rooms and the stage", chimed in the other blonde lady, either Amelia, Anabella or Priscilla you guessed, "Byron is downright feral when someone messes with his hard work."

Edgar raised an eyebrow at her, "Downright, Anabella? You'd think he was raised by a pack of Wolfos if not by seeing him with that little village herbalist."

"I HEARD THAT!" Comes the yell from backstage, as a young man with brown hair sends a scatching glare from behind the curtain, the Chain as one jumps, and you thank your lucky stars for their restraint indoors even as you have to half remind yourself not to throw your dagger either. "Costume making with you people is maddening and you know it, no thanks to your stunts! And don't you bring Lynn into this you pompous pri-"

"Alright! Settled down you two!" Raven claps sharply with a stern look, Edgar sneers at presumably Byron while the later growls, they sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose before sending your group an apologetic, tired look you've seen on Time's or First's face many, many times over the course of this adventure, "Apologies about them, things can get hectic some times. Anyway, just don't go to those places uninvited and remember your end of the bargain." Brightening up, they grin, "Nothing like meals and a show during rainy days you know? It will be a nice distraction for us all I'd wager, we'll make sure to call you lot so you can take it in the stands."

"It's alright.", First relaxed, hand that had instinctually gone to the sword at his side falling limp, Time was the second to compose himself fully with a wry sigh, "Trust me, we understand pretty well."

"Thank you so much again for your hospitality." Sky spoke up, smiling warmly, Edgar seemed to blink a few times, Anabella almost dropped a candle she had in hand, while Raven simply smiled, "Don't mention it, really."

"We mean it, it's appreciated." Nodded Warriors, with Twilight right behind him.

They shrug, waving your group off. "It's not much at all, as long as we can tell stories we are satisfied. It's in the theater's and on the lobby's sign and all."

Edgar nods briefly, "All of us fell for the theater at some point due to that. It's only inevitable."

... For some reason, that makes you pause, that prickle of unease rearing it's head. You study them closely, but the director simply shrugs, sweeping sleeves flapping about as they shoo you group off. "Now off you go! You've had a long day, take your time, unwind, and we'll have the stage set properly tomorrow."

With that, you're all lead away. To the second floor and, true to Raven's word. There was an available room for everyone, all of them standard and pretty much the same with a single bed, desk with an unlit lantern, and a simple wooden wardrobe, after showing us all to our rooms, Edgar left swiftly, muttering something about 'needing to redo the scenery'. Tiredness you've barely registered crept onto the edges of your mind, you stifle a yawn and wave to your company, "I think that's my cue, I'm going to take a nice long nap for now."

"First sign of a bed and already trading us for it?", Teased Wild, making you poke his chest and flick a pointy ear, lips pursed so you won't smile at the little twitch, "Of course, just because I travel and adore you lads doesn't mean you're not exhausting to my sanity."

"Ouch." Mock hissed Spirit, Wind from his side hmphing, "I'll have you know we are a delight, thank you very much! If anything being around us is probably better for your health!"

You chuckle, ruffling Wind's hair and patting Spirit's head beneath his hat, ignoring both the indignant squawk and light bat like an annoyed cat, "I know, I know, don't take it personally. I'm really just tired."

"We know, it's been a long day and an even longer week," Sky smiled softly, giving you a gentle push onwards, before stifling a yawn, "Honestly I might follow your example."

"We meet later on for dinner?" Chimed in Wild, shifting in place, "I kind of want to check their pantry before anything else. See what we'll be working with."

Time nodded, addressing the Chain as one, "We'll meet up in the auditorium, you all get some rest until then. It will be a long stay so we may as well get used to this place."

"Don't give any trouble to our hosts, and if any of you notice something off come fetch me or Time." Came from First, you catch the tail end of agreement from the boys as you open and close your door, breathing in deeply.

You still can't push that feeling that something about this is too easy, or that the other shoe is going to drop. But faced with a warm bed and at least somewhere semi-secure from monsters after so long on the road, you can't bring yourself to dwell too deeply on in it, you set your bag on the wardrobe and atop a pile of wooly blankets. Picking one for your own use while you can, take of your boots and set them by the night stand, dim the lantern and then fall back onto the mattress, wrapping yourself comfortably and not forgetting to place the dagger beneath your pillow.

You fall quickly into a warm and dreamless sleep, unaware of a black cat with crimson eyes watching you from above, as the shadows shift unnaturally and the lantern almost goes out, before it slinks away into the shadows, slipping away unnoticed.

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Long after night fell, dinner had been had along a relaxed retelling about the adventures of a young wooden puppet who became a human and all activity had ceased from most other guests and hosts alike. The darkness and shadows of the corridors shifted oddly, flickering as if someone had set a candle by them when all light have been either dimmed or blow out, they seethed and snapped and twisted as form was given to one of their own even as they hissed at the anomaly, wanting to be set to their natural, usually still and silent state again.

Sadly, they wouldn't be able to return to sleep just yet.

First came legs, then a torso and arms, neck and a head with short chin lenght hair, shades draped upon them in a shape like a tunic's and forming boots at their feet and red, red eyes, a shade bright like rubies found in the Era of Wild, bright even in the dark. Something snapped within the darkness, visibly shifted and cracked itself into place, and the figure stepped out, while once as obsidian as the shadows he was named from, color seemed to flood into the being as the remaining shades melted away, giving way to dark purple hair held back with a black headband, sickly pale skin from being unable to stay in the sunlight, and where there once was only the shape of eyes now there was a sclera.

There in the empty lobby stood a perfect copy of The Hero of Minish, the Shadow behind the Four Sword Wielder.

Shadow stretched, cracking his neck with a relieved sigh, "Now that is much more like it." His crimson eyes surveyed the room almost critically, narrowed and wary, he clicked his tongue with a sigh, wrinkling his nose, the only sound in a theater as quiet as a mausoleum, "Sheesh, no wonder Rainbow was on edge... This place is enough to give even me the creeps." And he had worked under Vaati, yikes. Shrugging, he went forward into the darkened auditorium, footsteps silent as the building, "Let's see what we can find, shall we?"

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Humming, the masked figure grinned, putting quill to paper from a darkened spot in the balcony, the Director walked away from their room with a candle in hand and a case on the other heading down the stairs, a black cat with blood red eyes stared judgmentally at the masked one's glee, "There you are." They waved the cat off, it rolled it's eyes with a hiss, but melded into the shadows easily enough, the figure leaned comfortably against the balcony railing and got to writing, ink crimson and then back where the quill passed, "First thing most fairy tales and stories teach you: never wander off alone, good intentions or not."

Opening Act, Scene III End.

#linked universe x reader #lu chain #lu x reader #linked universe x reader au #short one this time #no Shadows shall be harmed in the making of next chapter #just arguably traumatized #Dark Link is questioning every single of his decisions at this point #While whoever is behind Raven is practically vibrating as much as I am to get on with the plot #Might put this on ao3 eventually #just so I won't bother Luimagines every post xD

[timegears-moved]

would you tell me some about revali... i ve never played zelda but characters who are arrogant is my favorite in the world

oh my god you have opened the floodgates

so for context: in botw there are these four machines called the divine beasts that are each piloted by a member of the four non-hylian races in hyrule (those being the rito, zora, gerudo and gorons). the job of the divine beasts is to aid in the defeat of the big evil of the game calamity ganon and the pilots, along with the hylian hero that carries the master sword (link obviously) are called champions. revali is the rito champion of the bird-like divine beast called vah medoh.

revali is a really abrasive character with a chip on his shoulder. he's always bitching about something. he's also an exceptionally skilled archer and managed to develop his own technique called revali's gale, which allows him to create an undraft, something that no other rito was able to do. he was the top dog in rito village so it was obvious that zelda was gonna choose him to be a champion.

and then he meets the other champions. all of them come from a high-ranking lineage and have a natural born gift. link is the son of a royal knight and the goddess' chosen hero, mipha is the zora princess with the ability to heal, daruk is leader of the gorons and is able to create a defensive shield out of nothing, urbosa is the chief of the gerudo and can summon lightning and zelda, while not considered to be a champion herself, is still important to their group as she's the hylian princess and has the powers of the goddess (due to reincarnation as told in skyward sword). so when you're suddenly surrounded by people who are naturally gifted without having needed to put in the same amount of work you did, you would start to feel a little bit bitter and insecure too right? the only exception is zelda, who is struggling to awaken her sealing powers.

he has a particularly nasty attitude towards link, as he gets to play the leading role in the calamity's defeat and revali is jealous of that fact, but he also can't deny that link is a very skilled swordsman. he tries to antagonize link and get a reaction out of him in hopes of forming a rivalry, so that he can at least be assured that link views him as an equal. however link doesn't respond to his taunts. it's established that in botw the reason why link is selectively mute is because it's how he's coping with pressure of being the chosen hero and saving the lives of everyone in the kingdom. link never asked for this role and i'm sure he would gladly pass the main spotlight onto revali if he could. revali doesn't know this about link though and takes his lack of reaction as a rejection. that he isn't good enough to stand on equal ground as him, which is a massive blow to revali's pride.

revali and zelda are also fun parallels in this regard. both have had to put more work into their skills than the others and still feel underappreciated, and both envy link because of his skills and the praise he's earning (which, again, is much to the chagrin of link himself as he doesn't want this). link and zelda eventually do become close friends though and it's heavily implied that it's zelda's love for link (regardless of if you view it as romantic or platonic) that finally awakens her powers. zelda becoming friends with link is how we find out about his anxiety and selective muteness.

okay back to revali now: he dies from the calamity lol. but his death seems to humble him a little bit? like his spirit is still trapped inside medoh and when link, after spending a century in a restoration chamber and losing his memories, comes to free the divine beast, revali is a lot less bitchy. his dialogue to link while he's on medoh is playful, he outwardly expresses concern for him if he gets injured in the fight with windblight ganon, and at the end of it all he can admit with a smile on his face that link was the better hero afterall. AND I NEED TO RANT ABOUT HOW THE ENGLISH DUB BUTCHERED IT because in english revali says that link was lucky but in the japanese version he actually does praise link genuinely. so the dub just makes his compliments come across as shallow and i hate it.

revali is also just??? really funny?????? his diary reveals a lot of depth about him. for starters he writes pages and pages about how much he "hates" link and how he can't stand him and how much he wants him to notice him and pay attention to him and "god i can't stop thinking about link that nefarious knight is driving me insane with how gorgeous he is he's clearly being beautiful to rub it in my face and he keeps making my heart race. with rage. because i fucking hate him." he also complains about how pompous the hylian champion ceremony is and that it's completely unnecessary (he does like the scarf though). and he's absolutely adamant that "the diary of revali, a rito legend" was NOT written by him do not believe anybody that says otherwise. and on a softer note he does express his sympathy for zelda and her struggles with controlling her powers in his diary, because he really does get it.

hopefully that was comprehensible i'm bad at articulating my thoughts in a cohesive manner. anyway here's some of my fav images of him

#asks #syd tag #thank you for letting me infodump about him im gonna go eat glass now

[icy-dark-star]

Since today is the start of October and with that the return of Kirb(y)tober, I want to look back at some of last years drawings.

Prompt: Kirby

The very first one! I wasn't quite sure about the kind of style I wanted to go for since it had to be simple enough that I could continue like that for an entire month and I had just recently switched from FireAlpaca to Krita making that entire month a learning experience. Didn't help either that this was the first time in over a year I actually focused on art after having been sick for a long while again. The only thing I knew I wanted is that all drawings should be in black and white (and I guess gray too) but I was pretty loose with that. Finally talking about the prompt, I just wanted a simple piece of Kirby and Dedede being friends. Resulting in this drawing of Dedede throwing Kirby in the air!

Prompt: Mirror World

For this one, I wanted to draw Kirby and Shadow Kirby being friends and the best way to do that is by drawing them pretending their favorite knights. The background is based on Amazing Mirror's main hub.

Prompt: Dimensional Rift

Oh hey it's my first time drawing that headcanon and I really should make more. As a GalactaDad liker I want to say this would be art for that but it isn't. I just can't imagine that a Galacta that is still in crystall prison limbo would try to be someones parental figure and similar can be said about Susie. Instead I personally call this GalactaUncle content and I like that.

Fun fact: this drawing crashed my laptop close to completion

Prompt: Forgotten Land

For this one I wanted to draw Leongar because I like his design. So I drew him with Kirby and Elfilin who are trying to fit in with the beast pack. I think Leongar Kirby looks pretty cute!

Prompt: Reaper Butterfly

An obvious choice for that prompt. I wanted to draw Morpho with a scyth because I had seen art of that before and it's really cool. Including my first and (so far) only time drawing them with a cape.

Prompt: Weapon

This wouldn't be a good post reclecting on last years Kirbtober without including a Dark Meta Knight drawing. Since the prompt was weapon the focuse is on his strange sword that split Kirby into four different colored Kirbys(Kirbies?) and painted it in thier colors respectivley.

Prompt: Alternate Universe

My first time drawing cape!Susie that I did not forget about in my cape!Susie compilation. I wasn't sure what to draw for this one but I used this as an opportunity to be a little selfindulgent. I don't have anything more to say beyond what I already wrote in the original post except capes and dragons are really cool!

Prompt: Soul Boss

A bit of a strange drawing but because I drew Forgo as one of my old childhood toys (weird spongey thing that grows in water that happend to have a similar color to Forgo) I like it a lot.

I'm really curious what kind of stuff I will draw this year and if it can be compared to last years drawings. The only thing I know is that I want the style to be similar to this one. Now onto drawing day one!

#kirbtober #trash talks #no art tag because this is old art #long post

[haywire-cebus]

A Week

We Could Have Been Anywhere 5/9

Hyrule takes a break from the festivities of Hateno Village.

 Hyrule lands with a solid thud, right on top of something sharp, red, and loudly swearing. He pieces together what he landed on rather quickly and scrambles off, giving a small smile as he looks down at Legend. After offering him a hand up, he looks around.

Thick trees, cloudy sky, what may be a mountain or a close-by hill through the thicket.

 This could be literally any of their Hyrules. Except maybe Wind’s; he’s seen some bigger islands in his Hyrule but there is no tell-tale smell of salt. He only knows it’s not his own. The air is too clean, with the forest too full of birds chirping and squirrels running around.

 A moment of silence as everyone else processes the same thoughts, before Wild speaks up. “This is my Hyrule-”

 And before he can even finish the sentence, Wind is already groaning. “Hylia above I thought we were done with this endless walking when we got out of Four’s tiny world.”

 The taste of malice and smell of deep-rooted corruption fills his nose. It’s infinitesimally weaker than the last time they arrived; the ever-increasing signs of a land fighting back against extinction.

 “Hey, my whole world isn’t tiny, we were literally normal for the last couple of days there-”

 “Nope, it’s all as short as you.”

 “Also, wouldn’t my world being ‘tiny’ mean that there wasn’t a lot of walking?”

 Wild steps forwards, blocking the two from each other's view and speaking up. “We’re actually close to a town, I think.” He pulls out his slate and clicks around, processing words and images Hyrule could never comprehend, no matter how many times Wild tries to teach them. Wild nods, right as Hyrule notices a small bird land in a tree above. It’s small, blue, and staring at them.

 Not maliciously, just with the simple curiosity of a bird that doesn’t know better than to get too close to humans.

 Time’s voice breaks through his thoughts. “Let’s go.”

 Everyone else begins walking, following Wild as he glances at his slate as they begin picking their way through the thick trees. Trying to not make it obvious he wasn’t paying attention and now has no idea where they’re going, Hyrule follows.

 Legend takes pace next to him, face impassive as it has been since he managed to shift out of his rabbit-form. Which is still a very confusing thing to say, though he can’t judge much considering he has a fairy-form. One that everyone is taking very well. As much as he doesn’t agree with all the teasing of Legend (only a little of it), it is nice that it somehow managed to usurp the attention from his fairy-form. He barely had to explain before Wind was back to making fun of Legend.

 Time is next to them, eyes scanning their group and the forest around them for threats. As safe as Wild’s towns can be, the areas surrounding them are anything but. Hyrule is keeping an eye out as well, but he keeps getting distracted by running through the previous conversation to figure out where they’re going. He knows it’s unnecessary, as he will find out soon; he could always ask Legend or Time, but he worries about the disappointment he could face. He knows he struggles with paying attention, and he knows they know about his struggle but-

 It all gets twisted up in his head sometimes, is all. Instead he wants to just walk and enjoy the forest. Wild’s forests especially have the heady feeling of nature, life, and gracious death deep in their roots. The magic of his Hyrule is always so interesting, and it only makes him more confused at his love of his slate and its “technology.”

 It’s a surprisingly nice day out and the forest is alive with animals and the rustling of the leaves in the wind and-

 And it’s a nice walk until there is the crack of a branch just a little too close for comfort. His hand is unsheathing his sword with the same motion as Time, and the two of them track the movement in the trees. The scrape of the metal catches the others attention, and everyone else is still and waiting.

 Movement bursts through the bushes as a lizalfos almost tackles Four, but he rolls out of the way. Hyrule can barely even step forwards before Four has his sword through it’s back and Wild is next to him, guarding the younger hero as he gets to his feet.

 Four more lizalfos step onto the path, all without black blood if the first set a president. Again, Hyrule can’t even take a step before they’re all dispatched. Legend stands beside him and snorts out a laugh, “everyone is on it today, aren’t they?”

 Time takes his place next to them once the coast is clear and the group continues moving, this time a little faster and with more side-eyes to the tree. “Better that,” he says as he glances down at them, “then not.”

 Hyrule tries not to let his hurt show at the comment, but it’s clear Legend noticed as he straightens, “no reason to rush in and get in the way if everyone else has it handled.”

 “Of course?” Time’s inflection pitches up, something Hyrule knows means a question. The response is strange if he was reprimanding them.

 Hyrule decides to not think about it anymore- or to try not to, at least- and focus on the forest again. He thinks Legend is making idle conversation with Time, maybe continuing the previous topic or maybe about something else. He’s focused on the birdsong in the trees. It sounds a little like the bird from earlier did, but something about it is off. There’s a fox dodging through a bush deeper into the forest true, so perhaps this call is a warning to other birds? He wants to listen a little longer, but they’re walking past where the bird is all too soon.

 The rest of the walk is uneventful, the forest thinning out to reveal an incline up to two small stone pillars with a wooden archway on top. Hyrule assumes the buildings behind the archway are terracotta, but they could just as easily be another tan, sturdy stone. He’s not really familiar with architecture.

 There’s a man with a spear standing guard, who tenses up as their group approaches. Hyrule can’t blame him, but it does cause his anxiety to rise. He’s more than used to this type of response from his own Hyrule and-

 Wild waves to the man, who quickly relaxes and stands to the side. He speaks as Wild begins to pass. “We haven’t seen you for a bit, Link. Glad you’re just in time for the Solstice!”

 Wild pauses, looking at the man before taking in the town again. Hyrule picks up on whatever Wild likely sees; the paper lanterns strung between buildings, the flower garlands dangling around, and the people bustling about with food and brightly colored outfits. He had assumed, at first, that this was just how the town looked. Upon second thoughts, they must be celebrating.

 Hyrule continues to look as Wild continues talking to the guard. He’s only been to a few celebrations. Once a town was celebrating a good harvest after a particularly rough year, and he was able to purchase a good amount of food he normally wouldn’t indulge in as he kept his hood up. Once more, when Ganon had been defeated. His Zeldas had thrown a celebration in the castle and insisted he come, though he snuck off pretty early.

 This town, though, looked peaceful despite its bustle. When he snuck off, it was from the stifling expectations he felt placed upon him in that palace. Those don’t exist here- he doesn’t have to be anyone except a friend of Link, the hero. He’s not a hero here. He lets his shoulders drop.

 Tuning back into the conversation, he picks a few things up. They’re staying for the festival. Wild’s Zelda is coming. Wild has a house.

 Hyrule blinks. “You have a home?”

 Wild smiles and waves a goodbye to the guard. Everyone follows as he begins walking, away from where the festival is being set up and towards a small bridge connecting to a simple looking house. “It was going to be destroyed, and I had enough rupees to buy it. It’s a nice place to store my things when I’m away.”

 Time steps forwards to place a hand on Wild’s shoulder, “I’m glad you have a place to return to.”

 A snort is stifled by Hyrule's ear, “the old man knows the rest of us have houses too, right?”

 Hyrule watches as Twilight slaps Legend on the arm for the comment, but it seems like no one else heard.

 If they did, they ignored it.

 Hyrule doesn’t have a home.

 He doesn’t bring this up. He thinks he doesn’t need one.

 Inside Wild’s house is simple. A table, what looks like a sleeping area up some stairs, a kitchen tucked under those stairs, and a door under the lofted sleeping area. There’s not enough chairs for everyone, which isn’t surprising.

 He thinks he may like one, if it’s like this.

 Pushing the table against the wall, Wild speaks. “You guys can spread out here or take my bed. There’s also an inn on the other side of town that’s nice if you don’t talk to the man by the stables.”

 Wind looks away from the bow hung up on Wild’s wall, “what’s wrong with the man by the stables?”

 Making his way over to the array of weapons decorating the walls, Hyrule zeros in on a beautiful trident. A tickle of magic rests in its metal, something old and fading. It feels like healing, stubbornness, and love. The style of the pointed edges and the red coloring on parts of it match his sword, he notices. It’s the strangest coincidence Hyrule has come across between everyone’s worlds, and he reaches a hand out to grab the trident-

 “Don’t touch that.” Wild is at his side, grabbing his wrist before it can reach the weapon.

 Hyrule pulls his hand away and steps back. “Sorry.” There is silence for a moment, “it’s a beautiful weapon.”

 “Yes.”

 The silence continues, with only the low muttering of Warriors, Wind, and Four making conversation on the other side of the room.

 Hyrule is itching to say something, apologize for whatever unspoken rule he had broken, when there is a heavy knock at the door.

 The room goes silent, before the door begins to open.

 Hands are on weapons as light streams in, and a figure steps through.

 “You asshole!” A sharp voice yells out, causing some of them to draw their swords.

 Time steps forwards, likely to intervene, but with his sword still sheathed.

 He stops though, as the light settles enough for the figure to be clear. A tall woman, with long blonde hair and a blue shirt stands in the doorway.

 “Hey, Zelda.” Wild says, hand going up for a short wave.

 “Where in Farore have you been? I get one message two months ago after another entire month of nothing-“ She stops herself as she takes in the group. Eyes flit from Time to Sky to Hyrule to the little group off to the side and she straightens up. Takes in their similar appearances, their visible scars, the wary look on most of their faces, the way they turn to protect and defend one another. “So you weren’t lying about people like you from other times.”

 Cocking his head he asks, “you thought I was lying?”

 “A little, yes.”

 Time steps forwards once more, “it seems we are intruding. Wild, we will go explore the town while you finish this up.” He gives a bow to Wild’s Zelda, “Your Highness, it was a pleasure to meet you.”

 At Time’s words, Hyrule puts a name to the shine that emanates from her; the Goddess’s blessing, blood, magic- whatever it is called in Wild’s time. He should have picked up on it sooner, but it’s not as strong as the feeling of it on his own Zelda’s, nor as on any of the other’s he has met on this journey. It’s like it’s been drained out of her. He wonders if anyone else’s aren’t as connected to their magic.

 She brings her hand up. “Please, don’t call me that.”

 “Of course.” Time steps around her and everyone else begins to follow.

 Hyrule can only take one step before Wild’s hand is clutching his tunic sleeve and he is forced to stop. It’s a strange mirror of earlier, one that confuses Hyrule. Legend is almost out the door when he turns to see Hyrule still inside.

 He pauses as well. “You coming?”

 Wild speaks up, “Hyrule never got to put his things down.”

 All the eyes in the room flicker to his bag. It’s a small thing, easy to carry and not something he tends to leave behind anyways.

 Zelda huffs, “Hylia above, I’m not going to maim you, Link. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I know you can’t stand these types of talks, so if you want your companions to stay, they can.”

 Hyrule very much does not want to stay, but Legend shrugs and moves to sit on the stairs, so Hyrule follows. Wild sighs and takes a seat at his table, kicking a chair out for his Zelda, who sits.

 Immediately, she turns away from Wild and towards them. “You’re keeping him from being reckless?”

 A snort echoes through the room and Hyrule elbows Legend as he speaks, “as much as he will let us, sure.”

 Her eyes are piercing. Even if she didn’t want to be called “your highness,” she obviously commands the room much like his own Zeldas. It’s either a royalty thing or a Zelda thing, but Hyrule hasn’t been around any other royal families to know.

  She stands, “Link-“

 “Zelda.”

 “Link,” she begins again, “just be safe. And please, contact me as much as possible so I know you’re not dead. The waiting was- it was rough.”

 There is silence again, before Wild sighs. “I know. Sorry. It wasn’t something I could really control.”

 “I know. Sorry. For getting mad.” Zelda steps forwards again, but stops short when Legend snorts again.

 His hands come up and he corrects himself. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just funny- you two are a lot like me and my Zelda. It’s weird.”

 Wild’s Zelda blinks- and they’ll need to figure out a name to keep them all straight, won’t they- and smiles. “Well, from the little bit I’ve seen of you all, I can tell you’re all just like my Link.”

 There’s a moment where everyone smiles, before Legend’s face scrunches, “Wait-“

 It’s close to sundown, and Hyrule is sitting on a fence at the edge of someone’s farmland. He avoided trampling the crops; he knows as well as anyone how important it is to keep whatever food you can grow safe, even if Wild’s time seems to grow things better than his own. Wild’s people have some fences around their crops, but they’re still very easily accessible to anyone with the slightest bit of determination to steal from them. The fields are large, too- more than enough for a small family and too wide to properly guard at night.

 The air is clean, though. The malice is nearly gone- likely unnoticeable now to anyone not versed in sensing magic. The wind is cool, not burdened by carrying the heat of nearby fires or ash. His Hyrule and Wild’s have been compared before, but Hyrule knows there is one glaring difference.

 Wild’s Hyrule is healing, his people love him, and there is peace to be found here.

 Hyrule will never have that at home.

 But the festival has been fun. He watched Four peruse the dye shop for nearly an hour, let Wind drag him off to a woman who was handing out sticky sweet pastries (he has a second one that Wind weaseled out of her tucked in his pocket), watched as Sky and Warriors danced, with Warriors getting roped in to dancing with an old woman- it was all fun.

 It’s also a lot to take in. The people are so happy- and it’s not from relief. There was no big fight won, no end to a drought, just people celebrating a long summer day.

 It’s absurd to Hyrule, and he hates that he can’t bring himself to take it in fully. He hates that he can’t just have fun with the others and be      normal    -

 “Do you mind if I join you?” Wild's voice comes from behind. Hyrule jumps; he had missed the sound of footsteps crunching against the dry grass.

 “Sure.” He keeps his voice steady. No reason to get upset over being weird.

 “You know what’s weird?”

 Wild needs to stop being so good at startling Hyrule- or maybe Hyrule needs to get out of his own head more. It’s an innocuous question with a simple response: “No?”

 Wild huffs and hops up onto the fence beside Hyrule. He’s close enough that he can feel the heat from his body, a nice balm against the chill that is sure to come as the sun gets lower and lower and the land loses the summer’s warmth. “When I heard the festival was today, I almost wanted to turn us around and leave. Hylia, if I had been alone I probably would have snuck out hours ago.”

 “What?” Hyrule turns to face Wild, but he’s staring out at the forest and fields below. His magic curls up against the two of them, soft and curious while fierce and protective; his magic has always confused Hyrule. It’s so disjointed and yet is more purposeful than most peoples. He is jealous of how natural it comes to him, how he doesn’t even seem to notice it most of the time.

 “It’s too crowded, too busy. I feel like I’m supposed to do something more- like I’m missing something but I don’t know what, and- and. I don’t know.”

 Throat tightening up, it’s all Hyrule can do to choke out, “that’s why I’m over here too.”

 “Yeah?”

 “Yeah.”

 They don’t speak anymore. Wild shifts closer as their conversation comes to a natural close, and they both silently agree to enjoy the sunset.

 For once, Hyrule thinks he may be understood. That maybe what he’s feeling is normal for heroes- for people.

 And then Legend’s voice calls out, “why are you two hiding away? Warriors is about to-” He stops himself. Hyrule turns to see what it was that made him lose his words, but nothing seems wrong. Legend is just looking out at the sunset, the orange and purple glow as it contrasts with the greens and yellows of the land. Legend huffs and walks closer, nudging Hyrule’s shoulder before hopping on the fence next to them. “You’ve got a real pretty Hyrule, Wild.”

 Wild doesn’t speak for a minute. He almost thinks he isn’t going to respond, before a soft, “thank you” fills the air. An owl hoots in response. “Aren’t you going to go back to the festival?”

 Legend takes his hat off and shakes his hair out, “I could ask the same about you two. But, no, it’s nicer out here. Plus,” he digs into his pockets, jostling Hyrule as he does. He fishes out a small bag, opening the pull string to reveal small honey candies, something Hyrule had seen at one of the stands that a woman was giving out for winning a game she had set up. “I have these that I wasn’t going to finish but didn’t want to waste on the others. Here.” He holds his arm out and Hyrule takes one, barely flinching as his fingers brush his brisk magic rings, passing it to Wild before grabbing one for himself.

 It smells really, really good, and Hyrule thinks back to what Time had told him months ago about fairies enjoying honey. “Thank you, Legend.”

 “Just don’t tell the others. I don’t want Wind whining that I’m picking favorites.” He eats one and closes the bag, slipping it back into his pocket. He hesitates, before adding, “I’m not, by the way. If I were, it’d be Four.”

 Wild laughs and eats his own candy, not savoring it but instead biting down with the worst crunching sound Hyrule has ever heard. “Mine would be Four too.”

 Hand reaching to his own pocket, Hyrule feels the sticky bun in his pocket, folded up into a napkin. He pulls it out and rips it as best he can into thirds. The biggest piece he keeps for himself and hands the second largest to Wild, “you get the bigger piece because Legend said I’m not his favorite.”

 A glimmering hand shoots out in front of him, grabbing at the piece he handed Wild, “he also said Four is his favorite- now      you’re     playing favorites!”

 Wild leans back, trying to eat it before Legend can take it from him.

 Hyrule has to dodge as he savors his own piece, and when a particularly adventurous move from Legends sends him flailing backwards onto the ground, he can only laugh as his back thuds into the dirt. The sky above is dark, the first stars of the night winking into existence.

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