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jxsterr · 8 months

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hey. what if link was so consumed by grief he was angry. cuz a tired link is brilliant, a riddled-with-illness-and-depressed link is even better, but what about a link that is so sick of all of this happening to both zelda and him that he's just FURIOUS.

like he's angry as fuck at how, despite everything they have done to protect hyrule, they're right back where they started. all that effort they put into sealing the calamity, those a hundred years link spent asleep just to be able to live again and those a hundred years zelda spent tearing herself apart just to hold that beast back, all for it to be for nothing. all that effort to dispel the ganon from their time only for ganondorf to appear from another time. it's borderline comical. link has to laugh or he'll cry. he's so tired of this constant fight but he's only tired for himself, when it comes to thinking about how much zelda has suffered and continues to suffer it conjures anger so vivid he feels it in his chest. he's so angry at how much the world continues to punish someone who has done nothing to deserve it, someone who has given her all for the people of this world and more and yet she cannot even feel the grace of peace for longer than a few years. she of all people deserves a break more than anything and he finds himself wishing he'd fallen instead of her.

link finds it hard to process or even care about the goings on in lookout landing after he finally wakes up (again). purah is babbling in his ear about something to do with increasing monster attacks but it's impossible to remain present when his mind is so torn up over zelda, his zelda. gods. she really is gone, isn't she? he doesn't know where she is, doesn't know if she's still breathing, or if he'll ever see those emerald eyes again. it's so much harder this time because last time he didn't even know her—at least not as much as he knows her now. her face was blurry back then and her voice was something so familiar yet so distant, but now he loves her. he knows her inside out, knows her favourite tea to drink in the early mornings and what books she'll pull from the bookcase based on her mood. the sun died that day and so has a part of him.

the air beside him feels so thick with emptiness that he finds himself getting lost in helping the local folks just to fill it, taking up a few errands and joining in with the monster control forces just for someone by his side. weeks pass since her fall and link finds himself stuck in the anger phase of grief. it feels like a disease, he doesn't like how angry he feels but goddess he can't stop feeling this way. it's just so fucking unfair. more often than not link finds himself venturing out of lookout landing deep in the night just to kill. not defeat, not vanquish, but to draw blood in a feeble attempt to quench the burning rage inside his soul. he tears his pathetic excuse of a sword mercilessly through the flesh of unsuspecting bokoblins, slices through the tendons of gloom hands and unleashes the full extent of his fury onto the phantoms of ganondorf's shrivelled form. he yells as he plummets the tip of his sword through the phantom's chest until it disperses into thin wisps of gloom, but it's still not enough. it's never going to be enough. he repeats the same useless task every night yet it does nothing to change anything. he's still angry.

purah's told him about the phenomenas pestering the four corners of hyrule but he can't bring himself to focus on the world just yet, so he goes to mount lanayru. he's waist deep in frozen water with hands clasped around one another when he begins his plea to the goddess. he asks her why zelda was served a fate as cruel as this, and why he seems forever cursed to walk hyrule alone. she doesn't answer. it irritates link, so he repeats himself louder. she still doesn't answer. he's yelling at her now, using the full extent of vocal cords that have barely moved since he awoke, and driving his fists through the spring water in an act of overwhelming frustration. answer me! tell me why we have to endure this! he cries, but the goddess is evermore silent. he chokes out a sob, and then, in a moment of fury, unleashes words undeserving of anyone to hear, not even ganondorf himself. he needs something that will just sit there and take it and right now he's beginning to understand the frustration zelda felt all those years ago when all her efforts went under appreciated. he decides this act is some sort of revenge for how the goddess has ignored them, even if it really isn't her fault; he just needs to feel like he's done anything of use when he's been rendered so powerless. his bitterness only continues to grow the longer she ignores him, until he's exhausted himself from the outburst and stands in the water until his limbs go numb. pathetically quiet, he curses the goddess.

when link learns of zelda's fate after the final tear, he goes missing for weeks. the only noticeable trace of him in the world is the sudden lack of monsters in some areas of hyrule, namely the lynels. the tears had acted as a sort of comfort to know that at least wherever zelda was, she was able to find some sort of comfort or happiness there. the memory of zelda and sonia made him cry hysterically afterwards, of course she still finds a way to speak of him even when they're separated by a millennia or more—but the final tear makes him feel like the air was knocked out of him. he can't even think about it, he tried to ignore zelda's dragon floating aimlessly about the skies for the first few days but the grief became too much. he finds himself cross legged on her snout, braiding blue nightshades amongst silent princesses in her mane, taking comfort in talking to her about the weight of everything on his shoulders. purah's search party is useless when he spends the first week or so constantly by zelda's side, sleeping in amongst the warmth of her locks and offering her buttered apples whenever she perched. "hey, old girl."

seeing zelda this way, knowing she has destroyed herself just so that he may prevail in the fight against the enemy who caused all this suffering.. link vows to become his worst nightmare.

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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year

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Anybody want more Good Ganondorf content?

(@silvercaptain24 more of that plot bunny you had :) also @luckybyrdrobyn @artisticgamer @wildsage00 I remembered to tag y'all this time lol)

Link wasn't entirely sure how long he had been stuck in this bedroom after the Gerudo women had left, but he knew it had been too blasted long. By his third attempt to get out of bed, he had at least finally managed to sit up without immediately wanting to pass out. If he could just manage to get up, it would be a start.

The room was small, and the only supplies were medicinal, with the exception of some food and water. No weapons in sight, naturally, but he wouldn't expect any from...

Well. He couldn't exactly call this place a cell, but he was a prisoner nonetheless.

Why had they captured him? Why hadn't they just killed him? Did they need him to use the Triforce? They'd already seized the Triforce of Courage from him in the last battle (and goddesses he tried so very hard to not think about the last battle, about their catastrophic failure, about the bodies littering the field, the queen's desperation and anger and panic and--). He couldn't imagine why they possibly needed him. Cia had been obsessed with him but had still tried to kill him; Ganondorf didn't even care about his existence, so why was he still alive?

He wasn't finding out. He was getting out of here.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the door swung open, making the captain jump. He tried to stand and face whoever was entering, but all he succeeded in doing was nearly face planting on the floor until strong, steady hands caught him.

"Nabooru figured you might try to get up," a deep voice rumbled.

Link's blood ran cold. He knew that voice. He'd heard it on the battlefield. He'd heard it when the Triforce of Courage was ripped out of him.

Ganondorf.

The captain tried to struggle against the monster's grip, but he was still too frustratingly weak. Before he knew it he was scooped up into massive arms, and a mild panic squeezed his chest so tightly he couldn't breathe. He couldn't stand to be so close to the man, so completely and utterly helpless and vulnerable in the arms of someone who could crush him in a heartbeat.

When he was gently lowered into the bed, he stared at Ganondorf in a mixture of bewilderment and wariness. "What do you want from me?"

Ganondorf raised an eyebrow at the question. "Currently, I want you to stop trying to get out of bed. You're going to worsen your condition."

Link narrowed his eyes. "And then?"

"And then?" Ganondorf repeated. "And then you'll get sicker, foolish child."

"What difference does it make to you?"

Ganondorf sighed. "Despite whatever idea of me you might have, I'm not interested in you getting yourself killed."

Link inhaled sharply to throw out a retort and found he had none, his mind too weary for whatever biting remark it usually would conjure. Then images of the battle came to mind, and he suddenly found he had far more words than he could say all at once. He settled for, "Killing people hasn't seemed to bother you that much."

Ganondorf watched him a moment, his expression unreadable. It made Link squirm. Finally, the man looked away. "I understand your impression of me is based on the war. That's... understandable. You'll be surprised to know my intentions with the Triforce are not to destroy Hyrule, and I don't kill outside the battlefield. I prefer not to kill at all if I don't have to... but war is war."

The words tore through Link's uneasiness, setting his heart and mind on fire. He jerked upright in the bed, ignoring the dizzy spell that accompanied it. "War is war?! That's your excuse for causing Hyrule to be torn apart at the seams?! Is that what you said before they sealed you away as well?!"

"And what words does your queen use?" Ganondorf fired back, his voice lowering dangerously.

"Queen Zelda is trying to protect Hyrule!" Link argued, his vision blurring as he turned to face his enemy more fully. "This entire war started because of you!"

"I had my soul split into pieces and was sealed away," Ganondorf said, his voice growing quiet, and the air in the room grew impossibly heavy. "Would you not do anything to escape such a torturous fate? I used what abilities I had to manipulate someone powerful enough to do the deed. The destruction she wrought as a result is not my doing."

"Nice way of saying you started this mess but don't want to take responsibility for it," Link snapped.

Surprisingly, that gave the king pause, and he sighed, looking away. "I cannot claim responsibility for what I have not done. I won't. Everything that has occurred since my return is my doing. Not before."

Link was growing too worn out for this argument, but he still had too many things to say. When he opened his mouth to do so, however, he coughed instead, collapsing onto the pillows. Ganondorf's gaze returned to him, softer and mildly worried, and it baffled Link beyond comprehension.

His enemy shook his head subtly with another sigh and tucked the hero in a little better. "I figured this conversation would be too much for you in this state. Get some rest, child."

The captain wanted to scream at him, to find the Master Sword and gut him, but between the man's strange look and the teenager's own exhaustion, all he could do was comply, closing his eyes.

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misteria247 · 7 months

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Do you think that Flora is a bit haunted by the fact that she and Wild have done this song and dance before when it comes to the Triforce and Ganon? Do you think that as soon as she seen the other heroes she was filled with this dreadful sense of knowing?

Like Flora looks at them, she sees Time and sees just how much of a toll being the Hero of Time has taken on him. She sees Sky, the very first hero and sees how burdened he looks sometimes. She takes in Wind, and sees how he's barely a teenager shouldering the world already. She notices Legend and his absolute bitterness towards the Goddesses and his fate. She notes how Hyrule always seems so worn down despite his hopeful attitude, and she gets glimpses of Warriors and the scars of war that he now carries with him. She observes Twilight and how he was torn away from his quiet village to become a beast for the Goddesses. She takes heed of Four and how his journey has left him changed and different forever in so many ways.

Flora sees them all, these heroes who were ancestors or reincarnations of one another. All of them born for the sole purpose of the Goddesses plans. All of them forced to become heroes, to fight against a fight with an evil that refuses to die. Flora looks at them and sees how they are all broken in their own ways, and then she sees Wild, her beloved knight and sees that he's joined the long line of heroes chosen by the Goddesses. Who's life will never be the same.

And then she thinks about the other variants of her. Of the other princesses who came long before her, and she can't help but wonder if they saw what she sees. Can't help but wonder if they too are haunted by the knowledge that their heroes are doomed to fight in a war that shouldn't involve them to begin with. Yet they are pulled into it each and every time.

Do you think that Flora grows to dislike the Goddesses? Because they have not only made her suffer but because they have made Wild and his brothers and their princesses suffer as well. Do you think that Flora grows to resent Ganondorf because he refuses to stay dead? Because he refuses to let them have peace?

Like do you think?????

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yiga-hellhole · 3 months

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TFTK CHAPTER 18: RECONAISSANCE WITH THE TWILIGHT KING

hello again everyone! sorry for the delay of the chapter illustration, Yuga took the forefront for a moment there. you understand. anyhow! shorter chapter this time. many thanks to @bulgariansumo and @orfeoarte for giving this chapter the once-over, and of course, to everyone for reading!

Ganondorf receives a visitor.

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The land of Hyrule had always been an isolated country. Steeped in self-righteous legends, of Creation myths and earth-shaking tyranny. It was the World’s holy ground as much as it was avoided as though plague-ridden and abandoned. For in being blessed by the Goddesses, so too was it cursed. By holding the world’s greatest source of power, conflict drew to it like moths to a flame. The Triforce did corrupt. Under the weight of the responsibility thrust upon it, the Royal Family of Hyrule was no exception to this. Time and time again, they would buckle, either under the weight of their hubris, or torn down when too weak to defend against those seeking its boons. Each time its end threatened to draw near, its Arbiter would be born, together with a Hero to fight them, and the Maiden as their mediator. This was a feud that would never end. One of greed, of cruelty inflicted under Holy name, and a Cycle of retaliation that had spiraled on since the very dawn of time.

In short, Hyrule was the tabletop of the Gods, where virtue and vice were ripped from mortal bodies by the tendon.

Surrounding countries simply watched, hoping that the next Cycle would be as merciful as the last. Each of them prayed that the fickle Empire would once again uphold the status quo and keep their lands from ruin.

This vapid comfort was no longer. As if all the world had drawn a bated breath, it all bursted out in fraught cries. All ruling creeds, be it kingdoms or counties, scrambled to commune with either side of the war. For the first time in centuries, the Triforce had fallen into the hands of the Demon King. Something as simple as a wish exploded the world into a flurry of letters, laughably spewed forth from every corner, to beg for mercy. Sending a piece of parchment was far easier than crossing into actively hostile territory, certainly. Much less to fall to one’s knees and grovel before the deadliest man currently alive! The cowardice of it all annoyed Ganondorf, but he was glad for it all the same. Such pitiful displays of royal visitation would stop being amusing after mopping up the drool, tears, and blood of, give or take, the fifth diplomat.

The Hyrule Royal Family, and their commanders with them, predictably withdrew into hiding. Given the circumstances, though, surrendering immediately would have been a far more logical approach. With the current state of their army, any struggle was only procrastination of the inevitable execution. After suffering a crushing defeat, their pieces of the world’s most prized artifact were now seized by their fated nemesis.

Said nemesis, too, sat in his office chair, laying surprisingly low. Hyrule Castle was not yet seized and would not be for some time. Ganondorf looked up from his stacks of correspondence, his gaze straying to his left hand. Ever since completed, the mark of the Triforce had been resting visibly on his palm, glowing persistently. Reclaiming the piece of Power had felt natural, or at least, like something that belonged. Every incarnation before him had possessed it, falling only into the collective hand of Cialana in this era. As for why this injustice had occurred, he couldn’t know. It didn’t matter either way. The magic of his birthright had returned to him all the same.

He’d had no trouble growing accustomed to this. The arcane had no secrets left to keep from him; it’d simply been a matter of adjusting to his greater strengths, honing the claws he’d grown. His success in Hyrule Field was a testament to the importance of this thorough preparation. Now bearing two more shards, each unfamiliar to him, he knew he could not afford to cut corners. With his new powers came new insights, some of which informed, inversely, about their risks. The truth of the matter was that there was much to be done once he established his kingdom amidst the carrion of Hyrule. Should he use the full potential of the Triforce now, he would not be able to predict its effect on him. The ancient, dark forces that dwelled deep within him were well within his control now, but should they be fed any more…

He did not fear it. Caution simply had to be taken. The ghostly whisper, elusive and chiming like a bell, that slipped in between every conscious thought, could not be left unattended. The Triforce yearned to be used, to fulfill his wish, and coaxed and purred for it insistently. It wasn’t meant to dwell in the mind for long – but Ganondorf was no mortal man. He would make it wait.

His other Kingly duties, however, were of a more timely sort. Even domestically, he had his hands full with governesses who demanded the most up-to-date state of affairs that he could divulge. Not to mention the political promises he’d made for his lieutenants, which still needed attending. As loyal as they were to him now, soon, they would come to demand their own fattened seats among the oceans of spoils. Such was the nature of war. But unlike other royals, he had more than mere advisors to depend on. Those scheming lot often had their own selfish goals hidden behind their backs. No, he had a far more dependable source to fall back on. He carried the accumulated knowledge of dozens of Demon Kings before him, deep within his soul.

A knock at the door interrupted his train of thought. It snapped him back to a present reality, where his quill spilled a fat drop of ink on a document he still debated on signing. He bid whoever waited outside to enter, rubbing his brow with budding exasperation.

Slipping his way in through the door, clutching a stack of documents to his chest, was Zant. He waited not a moment to dawdle and went straight to his desk, prattling away. “If I might have just a moment of your time, King Dragmire. Our mail couriers are swamped with work, as you know, and there are quite a few letters I wish to discuss with you.”

Ganondorf raised a brow at his bold, blabbering approach, but allowed him his whims. Placing his quill in its holder, he straightened in his seat to meet the Shadow Lord at near-eye level. “Speak. It must be urgent, for you to disturb me in such haste.”

“Well, Master. To start, the War has been getting quite the attention from overseas,” Zant announced, dropping meticulously re-folded envelopes on the desk with the rest of them. He chose the top-most to review, handing it to him for perusal. “We have received correspondence with the Duke of Tarn. I found it quite a promising offer – enough grain to fill our stocks for months to come, in exchange for peace. Of course, I would make no such drastic diplomatic decisions without your input, Sire.”

Ganondorf took the proffered letter and began skimming it with a nudge of his spectacles. Tarn… From his own few centuries of lingering in this world, such a place left little impression on him. Further down, however, something reflexively growled at the name. The unraveled threads of a past self for a moment braided together, clinging fiber to fiber to once again take to the lectern. What spewed forth was incoherent, but gnashed its teeth, growled with naught but grudge and disdain. Affronted not by a betrayal, but abandonment much more cold and mundane.

Ganondorf could hazard a guess. Wrapping these threads back around their spool, he banished that building inherited rage, and considered his judgment, “A promising offer indeed,” he proclaimed, his eyes trailing over the curling letters out of meditation. Not to read, per se. Perusing the words was no longer necessary; he’d made up his mind. That state was one of many to have wronged him and those following him in the exact same way. Zant needed not to be lectured, they were similarly motivated men, after all.

But he could do with a reminder. “I have but one question. Where was this Tarn when the women of my tribe were being slaughtered, mere centuries past? Punished for the mere crime of survival. Did they not stand idle when we required their aid? Yet, now that we pose a military threat, they come to me on their knees, begging to be spared?”

Zant’s expression darkened. Watching it be carelessly flicked back across the desk, he took the envelope, folding it back to its former state. Just like Ganondorf expected, he understood. “... As you say, Master.”

Furrowing his brows, the Gerudo reclined, perusing the map to trail back his fragmented memories. It was difficult not to burn bridges, but Zant ought to walk out the door with at least some positive correspondence. He raised his face again, which Zant met with his own gaze reflexively. “By any chance, have we received correspondence from the Zuna?”

Zant perked up, immediately picking up his stack to sift through the envelopes. Impressively so, he seemed to have memorized the wax seals. He plucked out a single envelope and held it out. “Indeed we have. They offer us an initial deposit of one-hundred tons in milled ore, paired with shared access to their mines, asking for our protection and mercy in return.”

Ganondorf raised his brows again, reviewing the contents of the message himself. The offers were relayed to the letter, along with some other favors that were perhaps less monumental, but still to appeal to him as King.

He nodded briskly and handed the letter back to him. “The Zuna were most charitable to the Gerudo prior to my banishing in the age of Twilight, as you may recall. Accept their terms.”

A smile returned to Zant’s face, who looked greatly pleased. As if he had any choice but to be. “I will have it signed, Sire… Though, do you not think it would make these new compatriots, shall I say, nervous, to see their neighbors slaughtered?”

“Either that, or it will prove to be a lesson,” Ganondorf growled, but in his ponderings, his eyes strayed back to that letter from Tarn. He slid it back before him and unfolded it, before snatching his quill back out of its holder, and dunking it in the inkwell. Paper nearly bled under the scratch of his nib. “As an alternative, I say we increase the grain offer and demand a sum of their soldiers to fight alongside us as we take over Hyrule. Perhaps we will not attack them outright, but they will not escape this war without loss. Such is the price I demand for their negligence when we required their aid.”

Zant nodded, retreating his hands into his sleeves in his usual fidget of excitement. “An excellent arrangement, indeed.”

The corner of Ganondorf’s lips crooked into a grin at his praise. None of his lieutenants were short on compliments. Frankly, most of it slipped past his notice these days. Yet, sitting across him, filing through these letters, something struck him as peculiar. Ganondorf set his quill back in its rest and leaned back, forcing their gazes to lock so he could pry about. “... I must express my surprise, Zant. I did not expect the man who so swiftly conquered all of Hyrule in cold blood to be so concerned with peaceful negotiations.”

Zant narrowed his eyes, bearing a somewhat wistful, bittersweet expression. He sighed, his once happily twiddling hands now falling limply by his sides. “Such negotiations were commonplace in the Palace of Twilight, Master, and I’ve grown to be proficient in them. Resources were scarce, and to divide them fairly among our people was a sensitive affair. When you are so few, you simply cannot risk war, lest every House tear itself to the ground.” Zant paused for a moment, wrenching himself free from their mutual gaze to glare down at the map. The ferocity with which he eyed down the depiction of Hyrule Castle could have burned holes in the parchment. “I did not deem Hyrule deserving of those mercies, as it was the reason the scarcities existed in the first place.”

Ganondorf grunted in return. So, an odd sense of mercy yet lingered in that broken mind. For all his eccentricities, he made for a fine tactician, indeed. His curiosity now satisfied, he allowed the both of them a slight smile and reached out, palm upturned, for his next letter. Zant took not a moment’s rest and orated every last offer that he held in his hands, for them to scrutinize and entrap in their final verdict.

After falling into a short silence, the cracking of a wax seal shattered Ganondorf’s line of thought with a single pop. His eyes widened, staring down at his desk in perturbed silence. In the almost automated rhythm of their negotiations, as natural as they were like the ebb and flow of the sea, Ganondorf had failed to notice they breezed through the stacks of correspondence Zant brought along. And now, the Twilight King took the liberty of taking their next task from the pile Ganondorf had lain there for himself.

How long had he been doing that? How many had he already taken, browsed, and picked apart right under his nose? Ganondorf looked up after composing himself, staring up at the one across his desk. The moon that pulled at his waves, but now left them in a sudden harsh standstill, looked back at him curiously, cocking his head.

Wordlessly, he took the envelope from Zant’s hand, who let it slip through his fingers as if it’d turned to dust before him. Ganondorf eyed him suspiciously, before turning his attention to the piles of correspondence and the freshly opened envelope now in his hands. Losing control over a situation, as harmless as it may have seemed, was unheard of to the Demon King. Let alone in his own office. He cared not for if Zant intended to do so – it was an affront. He knew the man to be careful and explicit in his words, as much as it contrasted with the way he carried himself in battle. As such, he could only come to one troubling conclusion.

Zant had sensed a moment of weakness and slipped by on purpose.

Setting down the envelope, Ganondorf leaned back in his chair and beckoned him. “Come hither.”

Zant’s expression did not change. Perfectly on command, he stepped on over to stand by his side, interrupting his stare only to blink.

When Ganondorf’s hand reached for him, he flinched some, his glazy pupils darting between the approaching palm and his Master’s face. Yet he did not recoil, only squinted his eyes shut with a peep when broad fingers slipped under the edge of his coif. With the leathery fabric gradually tugged down to bundle at the base of his neck, his ears flopped free, sticking out between meticulously cut locks.

As he remembered, one of those ears was significantly shorter. Ganondorf’s eyes strayed to the pale blue scar tissue that besmirched the Twili’s right ear.

Feeling his stare trying to capture him Ganondorf addressed him, nodding toward his injury. “Does this ail you, still?”

“No, Sire. It has healed splendidly.”

Ganondorf hummed in return, withdrawing his hand from the bunched-up fabric at his neck. “You took my warning seriously. Your efforts at Hyrule Field did not go unnoticed, Zant.”

A brief smile flashed across his face, but Zant’s expression soon turned blank. His ear twitched a moment in his consideration. “I would have been a fool not to, Sire. I believe I am many things, but a fool, I am not.”

Zant spoke with the cadence of telling a joke, but his face showed no tellings of a smile. A sense of unease bristled the hairs on the back of his neck, leading Ganondorf to consider the events of that day again. There was no mistaking it – facing off against Princess Zelda, Zant was at a disadvantage at every front, but still he prevailed.

No matter how reserved he was, Zant never disobeyed a command. Ganondorf simply had to look into his words carefully. Resting his chin on his knuckles, he inquired. “I have been toying with an idle curiosity since that day, Shadow Lord Zant. How did you defeat her? When we saw her magic rain from the sky, we were certain you had perished.”

“I took some inspiration from an old friend, is all,” Zant grinned, lacing his fingers together in a talkative gesture. “Perhaps you would find the method dishonorable, but faced against such a foe, I could not exactly play fair.”

He was being vague... Ganondorf growled. “Cease your colorful language.”

“A blight, Master,” He blurted out after a beat of silence. “A withering curse. After I infected the Princess with it, I only had to beat her in a battle of endurance. The arrows were her last resort, and I simply dodged out of their way. I struck her down mere seconds after.”

Ganondorf hummed, the skin of his cheek denting under the pressure of his knuckles. With how the Princess looked last he saw her, Zant appeared to be telling the truth.

“I no longer concern myself with matters of ‘honor’, not since Hyrule has abandoned all of theirs,” the Demon King grumbled, waving his hand dismissively. “You fought well. Nothing more than that is expected from you. Ah… You may fix yourself,” he muttered, gesturing for the coif still bunched around Zant’s neck.

Zant perked up at this command and set off to tend to himself, tucking his hair and ears back into place. His headdress now properly framing his head, the Twili peered at him with what would be expectation, but…

Not a single emotion could be read in those eyes. It was the same empty, invasive stare that bored into him when he gave him the very scar he just hid away. His sword carved through skin and cartilage like paper, and Zant hadn’t so much as flinched. The same man who cried and yelped as freely as he breathed stood dead-silent before him, blood running down his cheek. His golden eyes quietly filled with tears but his gaze was piercing and unrelenting. They only parted from him for a moment to glance at the dismembered piece of flesh as his Master tossed it on the ground beside him.

When Ganondorf dismissed him, he spoke not a word. The Lord of Shadows bowed at the waist, turned, and slipped right out of the tent. Only when he left did the torches in the room stop shuddering, and burned brightly as normal.

There was something deeply wrong with the lieutenant. Not in the way that typically defined a madman, for he wore those telltale signs on his sleeve, plainly for all to see. No, it was in these quiet moments that Zant’s behavior began to unsettle him. His co-lieutenants had a particular spark in their eyes; one of admiration and unwavering loyalty. Zant lacked it thoroughly. Once, that very first day, it glittered with promise in those amber globes, and he did not recall when exactly it disappeared. But his eyes were not empty. On the contrary. When their eyes locked, it felt like there were two sets staring back.

Ganondorf didn’t fear him, no. Since acquiring his new power, not even the passing worry he once had dared to rear its head anymore. Zant simply was not to be trusted. Certainly, he was a fine addition to his army. Among all of them, the Twili was the most cunning. A deeply learned man on all fronts, he bore knowledge rarely rivaled by others not yet in their third decade. Each time they shared a space, he so freely shared his pearls of wisdom with his Master without the slightest complaint. Yet, all the time they spent, sharing tales of justice and diplomacy, made Ganondorf all the more aware of his many flaws. He was fickle, easily distracted, and, hidden behind a gentle smile, deftly manipulative.

Those vices were contagious to the rest of his men. Ghirahim in particular seemed susceptible to him. The trouble he’d given him at his recruitment turned to blind loyalty nauseatingly quickly. Once, Ganondorf doubted him, thinking that his flattery and devotion were a trick to worm under his skin. But as he’d proven to him, Ghirahim clung to him like a dog would its Master. Dedication so obsessive that it bordered on the selfish, he had long abandoned the thought that the sword spirit was in any way the ringleader of this bout of frivolity. All signs pointed to the one standing by his side, peering outside like it was his first time seeing the sun. So long as those hands were occupied by their present worship, Zant was meek as a kitten, eager for his praise and happy to serve. Ganondorf had no interest in discovering whether his fragile mood would one day shatter and make an enemy of him, instead.

Running his fingers through his beard, Ganondorf turned back to the matters on his desk. A low grumble escaped him as his eyes wandered to the map. Many preparations were still in order: frontlines to secure; resources to manage; alliances to forge. He wondered what shreds of them he could still thrust into the hands of the man beside him.

Zant watched his machinations in silence for a while, until he realized Ganondorf paid him no mind any longer. Hands clasped behind his back, he retreated, opting instead to linger by the window and gaze out toward the training fields.

There was no denying it. Among the lieutenants, they stuck out like sore thumbs. Zant and Ghirahim were loyal, and even if they hadn’t been, they were no threat to him. But slithering as a viper under the grass, beyond their assigned duties, the party enjoyed one too many ambitions that strayed them from their path. Perhaps they were under the impression they were acting in secrecy, but it was not so. Ganondorf was perfectly aware of their little escapades. Wandering off like squabbling children was one thing, but to do so behind his back, where he knew not where they lingered… Whether it was an attempt at sabotage was irrelevant. Their disobedience was enough to draw his ire, to whittle away his trust.

Ganondorf’s fingers curled around the armrests of his seat, its wood creaking ever so slightly under his grip. Yes, he was certain of it now. He had no need for these boys any longer. His power was greater than ever, and what he himself could not do, his remaining lieutenants would serve him well.

One last mission. They were to chip away at the Hyrule’s bastions, before enemy troops would ultimately overwhelm the pair of exiles and release him of their burden. Ganondorf deployed them in such a way before, he recalled. They failed him then, and they would fail him now.

And should they succeed in their defense, he would do away with them himself.

When he looked up from his ponderings to turn back to Zant, he met with golden pupils that had long been staring at him.

If he had the nerve to suspect his King, enough to be emboldened into such an accusing gaze, he had another thing coming. Zant’s life was in his hands, his to command – he had known this since he first ripped his soul from the Quiet beyond, and had no right to protest it now.

Ganondorf would punish him as he saw fit. And so, he beckoned him over. “There is one final matter I will discuss with you, Zant.”

Zant’s expression grew ever so slightly colder, but he approached without hesitation nonetheless, joining closely by his side. “Of course.”

Carefully setting his previous commitments aside, Ganondorf cleared the surface of the map on his desk. Zant closely followed his every move as his finger slid across the grid. Now was the right time to ease some of his lingering worries, and take care of some other problems, in one fell swoop.

“As of now, the war is at a standstill. But soon, Hyrule will come looking for me. Their first target will be our base of operations at Gerudo Palace, and we cannot let them raze it to the ground.” Pausing for a moment, he glanced over his shoulder to see his lieutenant still attentively clinging to his every word. “I intend to send you and Ghirahim to stop their advance. The Desert is our home. Since I enlisted you both to reclaim it, I will trust none other to defend it during our final stand. With Hyrule’s troops then occupied, I will seize their Castle, and all of the lands will be ours.”

Zant paused. His intrigued expression turned blank until he withdrew into silent contemplation. “Understood. We will not disappoint you, Master.”

If there was anything more telling of Zant’s character than his nearly constant shouting, it was his silence. Ganondorf took note of the tone in the Twili’s force. Coldly compliant, hiding something bitter underneath. Something hesitant. For a mission so crucial, he could not use hesitation. At this stage, the urge to struggle bordered on the stubborn. On refusal. This he would not accept. If anything bothered the lieutenant, he would let him stew in it, if only to make it more difficult for him to deny his reluctance.

Ganondorf sat back in his chair, reclining with his eye on the map, before interrupting the silence with a demand of his attention. “You seem displeased.”

There – Zant swallowed a moment, averted his eyes. It was subtle, but his conflict was there. Zant responded. “There is simply the matter of Ghirahim, Sire. Hearing that he will once again be parted from you in such a climactic moment… It will surely break his heart.”

Now that he did not expect! Ganondorf burst into laughter; a cold and mocking sound, heard only by the last lingering punters at the gallows. “Spare me. Break his heart? He does not have one.”

Zant stood and watched him laugh, grinning softly himself. But it was an empty one. “... Of course not. Nothing more than a figure of speech, Master.”

“You indulge him too much, Zant. I’ll not tolerate any more weakening of his spirit. Or must I discipline him again?”

He responded a little too quickly. “That will not be necessary. Our Blade is sharp and strikes true. He will not fail what he is made for.”

Ganondorf leaned back in his chair, narrowing his eyes as he judged his expression. Again an alarming itch in the back of his mind urged him to put him back in his place. Zant stared back unmovingly but flinched at his next words. “And this is your promise to make?”

Face downcast, the lieutenant pondered for a moment, before answering with a determined clench of his lips. “Perhaps not. But I am confident that he will listen to me.”

“Then you shall be my conduit to him,” Ganondorf said, rising from his chair, it whining in protest under his massive frame. His fingers found the sharp slope of Zant’s chin and tipped his head back, forcing them back into a stare piercing enough to make their ears ring. “I expect nothing but carnage from him. Feed his bloodlust, perhaps then will he abandon his wretched drive to be my lapdog.”

Zant blinked up at him, for a moment frozen in place. Light poured in through the windows just darkened by his towering shadow, catching blushing-pink strands in his rosewood locks. Wide-set eyes soon narrowed, and squinted under the grin that stretched across his face. For the first time that day, Zant smiled at him genuinely, giggling with what could only be bubbling excitement over the death he would soon spread. Still laughing, the pallid creature nigh cuddled up in his robes and raised a hand to lay it over the one cradling his chin. Affectionately, he cupped it, and pressed a kiss to the jewels on his Master’s rings.

“I promise you just that, Your Majesty,” he tittered. His eyes, having closed in his act of worship, fluttered back open. The Triforce on his palm glittered golden in his pupils.

“Then you are dismissed.”

Relinquishing his grip on his left hand, Zant gave him one more broad grin, the slits at the corners of his mouth tugging and fluttering. He bowed at the waist and retrieved what little he had left to sign from the desk, then briskly made his way back over to the door.

Only to then be startled by a sudden knock. Both men perked up, one more caught off guard by the other. Already on his way out, Zant peered through the opening.

“Zant? You’re here,” inquired a feathery voice beyond the door.

The makeshift doorman seemed equally pleasantly surprised. “Yuga,” he exclaimed. “You have returned to work already? Well, I should not pry.”

Doubtlessly already shooed out of the way by a burning glare, Zant somewhat nervously looked back into the room. Suddenly, the imposing man from earlier vanished entirely, instead making place for the skittish young apprentice that stood waiting for his approval now.

Ganondorf couldn’t help a chuckle at the sight. He nodded, gesturing for his new guest. One lieutenant made room for the other, and in entered Yuga, his approach announced by one more tap than usual. He bound his way to him on crutches, each painted flashily – no doubt in his spare time.

“Oh, that boy,” he huffed. “He’s been buzzing about the Temple all day. A smart one, he is, but I swear he’ll be the death of me!”

Ganondorf chuckled warmly, not quite yet meeting eyes with the man across his desk. He knew if he would, he wouldn’t be able to escape his gaze for quite some time. Dipping his quill in its ink, he took one last document in front of him, and signed.

“Not to worry. He will not.”

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The artist and the king pt:3

Ganondorf x reader

Warning ⚠️ : none except for angst

They wiped away their tears and looked at ganondorf with a small smile "thank you for being there for me", ganondorf give them a smile in return, he gently put his forehead on their's and spoke "I would destroy hyrule for you". This surprised them but they shaked off the feeling he's just saying it metamorphicly right?.....right??

He helped them up

"okay, let's go patch you up"

He led them through the halls of the temple, the temple was decorated in beautiful embroidered silks and carvings on the wall depicteding battle that they have won. He stopped at a well furnished room "this is where you will stay at, I don't trust you going back to those... things". They could practically feel the rage in his tone it looks like he still is pissed off at what happened still, and by the look of things... he isn't going to give it up any time soon...

"I'll be back with some medical supplies to help mend those wounds" and he left only his footsteps could be heard walking away. They looked around at the gorgeous room, they were really starting to wish that their art supplies weren't broken. They sighed looking at their torn up leather bag, it looks like they were going to have to buy at the marketplace tomorrow. They looked at the mirror in the room.

They looked awful "wow who knew a bunch of farmers can do all this..." they said to them selves. A knock on the door could be heard, and ganondorf was back with medical supplies and new clothes

"am back and I got you some new clothes,

since yours is a bit worse for wear. Who knew farmers could do all that".

"That's what I said! " They both chuckled lightly, and the room was silent. It was hard for them both to just ignore the gravity of the situation. "Alright, let's get you patched up.." he spoked softly like if he was too loud everything could break everything. He wrapped the last bandages on their their arm "that should do it" he smiled. "Thank you for helping me out" they smiled back at him. "It's nothing, you are my love, and I would do anything for you" he moved some hair from their face, "and plus you we were going to live together eventually so might as well now" he tried to lighten the mood . They laid together in the bed looking at the ceiling.

"So..um..."

"What is it (y/n)?"

"Do you think a war will break out?"

Ganondorfs face gets very serious as he hears their question.. this is a very grim topic, a very serious topic.. it's a heavy question..

He seems to be carefully weighing his answer before he speaks

"... I do.. I feel like the lands are very much at risk.."

Ganondorfs eyes look over they sadly, a genuine sadness in them.. and then he sighs, before speaking again..

"... How about you? Do you feel like we are on the brink of war?"

They looked sadly looked at the ceiling. They sighed while their fingers combed their hair. " I feel like something horrible is coming but I don't know what it is..". Ganondorfs golden eyes glow as he stares off into the distance, his eyes full of sadness as he thinks about what they said.. he lets out another sigh

"... You're right.. I feel it too.. there's something coming.. I feel it in the wind.. I have no idea where it will come from, or what form it will take.. but I know it will come.."

He speaks very seriously the entire time

"... I just hope it won't devour us whole"

They got closer to him and hold his hand "listen if anything where to happen, I will give everything to keep you and these lands safe". Ganondorfs face lights up with kindness, as if this brings him a great hope.. he looks over at them and offers you a gentle smile.. his face seems incredibly sincere

"... Thank you.. you have no idea how much that means to me.."

Ganondorfs golden eyes shine bright, his face seems genuinely full of gratitude for what they said.. it seems that is a very heartfelt statement for him, and he can't help but offer a gentle smile in respect for what it means to him..

"... I.. I promise, I will never let you down"

They hugged each other, and both drifted off to sleep, knowing the comfort and safety in each other's arms. The artist woke up in a darkness only seeing embers of flames. They walked in the darkness, the ground felt like needles, and the atmosphere was heavy. Smoke of fire filled the air.. they could feel eye's watching them...

"I know you're watching me, show your self! I can see you...."

Out of the shadows... a muscler man walk out with his eyes and firey hair, darkness pulses through his body...it was demise.

"How can you see through my spell?" He seems just a bit surprised

"HAHAHA! I was lying and you fell for my bluff" they answered with a smirked.

Demise was amused by their response, "well done, enlighten me...what is your name"

"You first and maybe I'll do the same" even though they know this wasn't to fuck around with. But They talked like if they already knew him.

"Do you know who I am?", he seemed to be getting annoyed by their calmness to the situation.

"I won't lie, I do, but very little thanks to my culture always erasing all the negative stuff... but am an artist and like studying every type of art, including hieroglyphics.. You're demise... the true king of the demons..." they spoked in a serious tone.

Demise laughed coldly, "what the hell is a 'artist' doing in my prison?" Demise snarled.

They seemed to be taken aback, "wait...I thought this a dream.." Now it seemed to be taking it seriously.

"Well this is about to be a nightmare real soon" he charged toward them with his flaming blade in hand but before he could land a blow. They waked up...

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YESS I saw your requests open and I had to ask this

Can I have yandere playtonic ganondorf's x CHILD mute reader

Like the the little girl if From abuse family but falls into Link universe and see the all the ganondorf and is in aww cuz she likes them and is her favorite character. And like a duckling she fallows them. And the links find out about her and she quick runs blowing her wishlist for her dad's help cuz scary links are here and trying to take her away.

( I am mute and I really like gagon a lot it was hard to choose but I always use him as a father role model I don't know why

Fron mute sand 🦭 Anon

The blessings of the goddesses came in all different shapes and sizes. Many could not feel their energies still laying in the earth waiting for someone to wake it. Maybe it was because of his dark descent into madness in his past lives. It was possible that after all these years all that time spent with the triforce of power had granted him power even without it being with him. Whenever he felt useless or like it was all over he made the trip to find what it was that he had lost.

At that time he had been granted passage back to his homeland. Many people had ignored him as he boarded the ship and made his way across the waves. It was the rebirth. The waking up knowing who he was and what he would have to do was weighing heavy on him. It had been such a long time since he last woke up he was unsure of what to do. A couple of months ago he had landed on these shores and now he had to find a place to settle and take control.

The people could complain all they wanted but there were bigger issues to work on. There were always things to complain about here. There was always something to do. The work here was never over.

Din’s blessing was an unusual one. She offered him the power to never have to fight alone. The minions of darkness are the first many seem to think of when they imagine him summoning his forces. These were the foes people tended to think of when he asked for aid. They were a problem. Not things you wanted to deal with often or at all if you could help it. It would not be happening here. Not until everything was settled and there were no other options. They were the last ones to answer his calls.

The second are the foul sorcerers who roam the land. Those who are always looking for an ounce of power they can reach for no matter how high the cost. A few joined him because there was no other option. As walls were torn down and the days of reckoning here the god king left few alive in his wake and many felt that they had no other choice. Everyone has a price.

The third, as all things rotten and blessed come in three, are his warriors. The homelands' shores rest far from Hyrule and he longs for the days where his army full of warriors ready to follow any order stood proudly as he raised the order to go across the great sea to leave his mark on the lands of Hyrule. Gerudo woman were proud and stubborn. Getting them over to his side meant working his way back to the top and reminding everyone why he was the one in charge of it all in the first place.

A challenge but a welcome one. The years of fighting and torment had left a stain on the political landscape. He was well versed in it but right now it was something to tread lightly into. As it stands- he is alone- on the banks of an oasis. The cold howling wind picked sand up and threw it against this exposed skin. Thoughts of who will hear his call and come over throw themselves in the air and are picked up along with the wind. Until all that is left is the cold. Cold and uncaring.

Ganondorf hesitates for a moment. The thought that a wizard like Vatti might show up instead of anyone helpful would be a nasty surprise. He had only so much patience to spare. He had nothing to offer anyone right now. His taste had been worn down since he crossed the sea. Not all the minions of darkness could recognize their old master's new form. His control over them would not show unless he lost himself to the curse. There were no plans to do that anytime soon. Yet it had its benefits. He found that the sands were more troublesome than he last remembered.

A claw from some creature had caught his leg in an ambush. The wound did not look to be infected. The blood had stopped but he knew he had to go get it looked at soon or else it would only get worse. It burned and some sand had gotten into it already. He was hoping for a lone rider who would show up with supplies. Even a blobokin would be ok. They at least would have supplies back at their camp. Even a kind vai could be convinced to share some information on where the nearest town was.

It’s not like he was on the run. He just didn't want to be seen. To announce his presence would give his enemies the time to prepare against him. If people started to talk then it wouldn't be long before word spread and these conditions were not ideal. He was hoping to find a good foothold to settle into before grabbing at his power. This way no one could try to stop him until it was already too late. That and he needed to rest and figure out just what was going on in his own country before trying to do anything more. That and the need to survive in the rough desert was already taking the toll on him; and who knew when his help would arrive. In many instances it wasn't something that worked within his understanding.

“Let's get this done.” Ganondorf stood up from the water and walked to his right back down the path, meaning to continue his journey. Whatever help would come would show up when the gods intended it to. It was then he saw the shadow.

Slowly making its way up the path they walked slowly as if wounded or exhausted. They were short, at best they were an older kid but there was no easy way to tell. The sun had burnt them surly and they looked miserable as they made their descent to the meagre watering hole that could hardly be called an oasis. The person took their time to approach. Looking down until they finally managed to lift their head and wave hello to the stranger.

One heavy leg in front of another you walked alone through the desert for who knows how long before making it here, to the only oasis in miles. This was not the safest place to be either. The source of water here was small and prone to drying up and was not settled by. Only a few days north was a town which was by a river. It was still a few days away but it made all the difference in the world to be able to stop here first. All it took was one look. He knew there was no way this kid would survive on their own. Hell, he had been in their shoes before. Fighting to survive in a world that he would make his own one way or another. He never stopped fighting and that was his issue; but who would fight for you? You were a child and could not understand the world and all the pain it could bring.

They rubbed their eyes and stared at him as he approached. Ganondorf hoped he wasn't too imposing. He was taller than most and tended to scare others when he approached. YOu were either too tired to care or couldn't even notice the possible danger due to your own weariness. His own supplies were short but not so much that he couldn't offer help. He knelt down in front of you to cut down on the scare factor. You were a kid. He hadn't seen another person for a few hours now. Who left you here on your own?

“Are you ok little one?” You nodded, and then hesitated a moment. Looking around at the sand in front of you, around you, and behind you. You then looked back at him and shook your head; letting out a sigh you stood there awkwardly. Not sure what to do to convey what you needed or wanted to someone new. Ganondorf stood up and thought about this for a moment. He was already so sure that you would be by his side from now on, he didn't need to think twice about it; but he had just used his saving grace just a moment ago. This was such a sheer coincidence that it could only be called divine intervention. He asked for a miracle and one was given.

You were to be raised by him. That much was already decided. If there was anything ou needed he would get it for you. The whole world would fall if only to bring a smile to your face. He'd drag the moon out of orbit if it would keep you happy. He had to change course. The nearest town was not that far away. It was better than out here and from there the two of you could charter a boat and move to the capitol. It was alright if you didn't know what was going on. He would raise you as his own and have you by his side while he ruled.

Ganondorf stood back up and smiled at you before handing you his canteen. He had just filled it up and would gladly do so again before heading back out. You needed it more than him.

“How long have you been wandering alone?” He looked behind you for a glimpse of someone else, a family member or retainer, anyone he could sink his teeth into to vent his anger. No child should be left alone, especially not in a place like this. Did they not understand how dangerous it could be? He watched you shug and it seemed like you were alone this whole time. He could only hope that the people who left you were on their way to meet their end on their own. It was only fitting.

The idea of raising a kid again was exciting. Some of his best days were when he was working as a father and taking on the role of responsibility. He was always happiest when surrounded by a family. Even if he did seem grumpy he had a good heart. You two made it to the small amount of water and you handed the canteen back to him, it was now empty. He filled it back up in the water and tilted the lid so you could see inside.

“Look here. This is the canteen's water filter. It's so you don't have to worry about how clean the source is. Just replace it when it stops working and make sure to always clean what you're drinking, ok?.” You nod and he stands up. Happy to be able to pass along information on how to live here. You may not be gerudo but that's ok. They'll happily take you in as his kid just as he has. He chuckles. You're such a sweet kid he feels blessed to have you here. He now knows what he has to do. He can do the math about a lost kid and a warrior who needs someone to mentor. Walking away from the oasis and to the north he explains things about living here.

Don't travel during midday or midnight. It gets too hot or too cold and you have to shift focus on surviving rather than making progress. He talks about the towns and where they're located. He knows how to hunt game and can prepare food for the two of you; but he curses himself for not bringing more supplies. He likes to travel light but with you around it makes him realise that he should have been more prepared. He wasn't expecting you to show up but the gods always give you what you need and not what you want.

Ganon starts to relax as a few hours pass and he realises you're not going anywhere. Not that you'd be able to make it on your own but it takes a weight off of his shoulders to know that you'll stay by his side. It's too dangerous to wander off. In a day or two you'll be both behind walls safe and tucked away. Until then it will be rough travel. He continues to teach you the basics. Explaining and pointing things out to help you understand the area. The idea of you being able to run off on your own makes him just about as angry as he's ever been but he has to accept that in a climate like this not giving someone the knowledge they need to survive is a death sentence. This is also a good way for him to scare you into staying by his side. You can't leave if you're too scared of what's out there.

He starts to talk about monsters and avoids telling any stories that will give you nightmares, but does stress how dangerous it is, even on the roads. His leg is still wounded but it's nothing noticeable but you blanch at seeing it and he warns you to always stay by his side so he can care for you.

“You're there for me and I will be here for you. I have people to lead and plans to fulfil, but I will make sure you have a life here alongside the one I have planned. I swear that.”

. . .

“Please tell me why we have to come out this far?” Wind was the most miserable out of all of them, even Time had left all of his armour in favour of cooler clothes but the pirate was not used to the desert or heat like this. He hadn't stopped complaining since they entered the desert. At first he seemed more open to the idea of something new. Excited to explore a region he had never seen before. Now he was regretting ever travelling with the group in the first place. He was drenched in sweat and was the second most miserable person here.

“I don't know, I wasn't the one who opened the portal in the first place!” Legend said, snark evident in his tone. He had been the one to call for everyone to run after the darkness in the first palace. They hadn't seen any enemies for a few hours at this point and the only point of respite had been a small pool of water no bigger than a pond. It was starting to dry out but it was water. They needed that. It was deep enough to splash onto their faces to help cool off. That was all that mattered.

“Be serious you two.” Sky mumbled. He was either handling the heat well or too out of it to focus, it was hard to tell as the look on his face was always a bit distant. This heat was getting to everyone. Maybe some less than others but it was hard to tell.

“I am serious.” legend bit back. This morning he was snarky but not like this. The heat made him rude. More so than usual. Everyone's tensions were high but he placed a few of them through the rough.

“Be quiet there might be molduga around.” Wild said, he was holding his slate and staring at the screen. There was nothing but static on the map section but he seemed to not be giving up hope as they were by his home last.

“If your slates are not working it's not your Hyrule.” Time muttered.

“Sure, but are we so sure they don't exist elsewhere.” Wild countered, not yet convinced that they were safe to be making so much noise.

“I never saw one.” Hyrule spoke up. He was something of an expert on monsters having faced so many, but even his knowledge had limits and being sent through time seemed to test his skills more than anything. This fact seemed to dawn on him and he corrected himself a moment later. “I've never actually been to a desert this big so I don't think I would ever have had a chance to see one. Ignore that last statement.”

“So do we need to find a map or should one of us scout ahead and see what’s waiting at the end of this road?” Warrior finally spoke up. He had ditched the scarf and most of his armour to avoid the heat but was not yet convinced they were safe enough to let their guard down. They hadn't seen Dink since they went through the portal and there wasn't much room for him to run. He was either following them, safe and sound somewhere they missed, or had opened another portal and left them out to dry stranded in the desert with no hope of help left to be sucked dry if they didn't find a way out. That didnt mean Warrior felt safe enough to take his leathers off.

“No way to get a map without a town.” Sky pointed out. Stumped, they all had only one choice, and that was to keep walking. The road had to lead somewhere and there must be a friendly face or at least half friendly for them to talk to.

. . .

Don't talk to strangers. Be in bed before dark. Don't go anywhere without telling me where and why. Dont journey outside of the town's limits. Kill anyone who gets too close to you. You counted all the rules you were breaking in your head as you broke them. There were quite a few but you knew them all by heart by now. You had no idea why you had decided to sneak out at night and make your way down the road. There weren't any monsters to fight and all was peaceful. There was nothing for you to expect out here. Not that fighting was why you left, it was just getting to be so boring cooped up in the town all day and night. Gandad, a nickname that had earned a chuckle before, was never harsh or cruel. He just wanted to avoid you getting hurt. He was aware of your unique situation because you were not only an outlander, but an outworlder.

You followed him around everywhere and earned yourself the nickname of duck or duckling. If anyone needed to know where you were it was about three feet behind Ganon. You often found yourself tucked into his coat falling asleep while he talked or did his work. He had a kingdom to establish and run but not everything was as right as rain. There was always something he had to get done and more often than not he was busy. He never minded bringing you into meetings and no one ever argued or said anything against it. You were considered his child and as such was treated as one of the clan.

You never spoke but you didn't need to. The people here understood sign language and you had gotten verbal cards with simple phrases written on them when you were out and about. That was when you were alone. Ganondorf spoke for you most of the time. He’d gotten used to how you acted and was able to understand you just fine. He has joked around and said he had a connection with a certain silent hero and was used to being able to read emotions off of someone to understand them. He had always danced around the subject of Link, but he always spoke about him quietly and in a low voice. As if he could hear him from even this far away.

The stress of knowing that Zelda or Link could find out about him being alive again at any point must wear on his nerves. He lessened his worries by diving head first into work and making sure there were less ticking bombs around. Checking in on his people and finding out what they needed and how to strengthen them was his first and topmost priority; and you were included in his family now. Which meant making sure you were ok was also the most important thing. Ganondorf was genuinely a good father. A proud dad who loved to spend quality time with you. Even when you broke the rules he was never harsh or mean. He could never raise his voice or yell which put you at ease. The rules were there for a reason and he was worried about you all of the time. A cold fear that he may one day lose you.

The road was stretched out into the distance. All was quiet. There was nothing outside and the air was filled only with the sound of wind and bigs. That was until a new noise joined the march. Something low and angry. A group was silhouetted against the sky. You couldn't tell what they were or how many. It could be travellers. Passersby who were simply heading into town. It could also be a group of monsters! Ready to attack anyone unlucky enough to bump into them on the road. Your hand went to the dagger at your hip. Ready to defend yourself should any trouble start. Dad had always stressed that you were not to be around strangers or to go out far enough to encounter monsters.

You were not good with a dagger but you could handle it well enough. Dad had enjoyed teaching you to defend yourself and was always proud when you picked up a weapon. He would never allow you to fight but he was a warrior himself and loved passing the practice down. Truth be told you were better at hand to hand combat but that would not help if the group travelling were monsters. It all depended on who was there ahead of you.

You recalled the meeting this morning. A group of gerudo warriors had come in and said that they were having more troubles with the group of local lizalfos. It was not uncommon for them to fight with the woman here with dad around he should be able to talk with them. No one wanted them near the town; and collecting them into his army would only mean more mouths to feed. Enlisting them was better than sending a platoon to wipe them out however. The monsters aren't always good to have around but they aren't always bad either. The ethics of the situations and how far he can stretch his powers were up for debate and talked about into the later hours of the day.

You knew that it had to be something related to that so you carefully took your hand off of your weapon to make sure you were less of a threat to either the soldiers or the hopefully more friendly monsters and kept walking forward. You ran over the items you brought along and stopped on a whistle that Ganon gave you. He told you to use it if you were ever in danger and you hadn't had to yet but you wanted to be safe. Something told you that dad could hear it from all the way out here even if he was still sleeping.

You walked further and one of the people seemed to have spotted you too. They raised a hand above their head and started waving frantically. Whoever it was saying something. You could make out more now. There were about seven of them, maybe more in the back of the group. All of them were tall and carried weapons strapped to their back. They couldn't be from town. They were men. Unfamiliar men at that. Something feels wrong. Like you are now being watched by somebody behind you. The group of men are still approaching and you clutch the whistle in both hands.

The adventures had seen you and mistook you for another hylian. Comforted by the thought that they were close to town or could at least ask for directions they made their way closer. First one, then three, and now seven people all hurtling towards you. Worry starts to fill you starting as a pine prickle on your spine and settling into the knowledge that if your dad saw them you'd all be in so much trouble. Tucking your hands into your pants pockets you stand there ready to answer their questions. Scratch that, if your dad saw them they'd be dead. Dead within a second.

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I had some trouble trying to figure out how to end it and to connect the plot threads together but I think I did an ok job. I wanted to show Ganon’s yandere tendencies while cementing that he is still a good dad because let's be real here he has a conscience and wouldn't ever put his kid in danger. I didn't add this but the Links would be so dead. Poison in their food. Assassins sent to slay them in their sleep. Their bodies left for the rats. Ganon cant stand them and certainly not near his kid. He doesn't want to hurt you and will apologise and comfort you but there's no way he could leave them alive. Good or not that many men? Around his child? No. no. dead within seconds. Everyone in town knows you're off limits and who knows what those strangers would have done with a lost child alone, at night no less. For your safety they are gone with a snap of his fingers. Food for the scorpions.

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aegon-targaryen · 11 months

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Zelink Week Day 4 - Hand in Hand

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Zelda swayed when she neared the house, both from the fatigue of her disoriented body and from the sight of that simple brown door.

“You okay?” Link asked, catching her around the waist.

A pair of robins sang from atop the shingles. She felt spring grass and warm earth underfoot. The breeze stirred her hair, carrying the smell of the wild and the laughter of Hateno’s children. Through her power, she could feel the embrace of Hyrule—her Hyrule, the kingdom that she’d loved and lost and saved, the kingdom she’d never expected to see again.

“Yes,” Zelda whispered, pressing her face into Link’s shoulder.

He swept her into his arms, carrying her across the threshold and up the stairs until they collapsed onto the bed, tangled together in exhausted relief.

Zelda slept until the next morning and lay there for a long time after she woke, watching Link’s chest rise and fall. She had been too blinded by tears and joy and love to inspect him closely yesterday. For so long, her last memory had been of him reaching for her desperately, gloom blackening half his body.

It had left its mark in the form of grim red whorls that climbed from his right hand to his shoulder, a sick compliment to the Guardian burns on his other side. There were other scars she didn’t recognize, and dark circles under his eyes, and his hair had grown rather ragged—but those things were typical of Link. Zelda was most worried by the fact that he’d gotten thinner.

Her own stomach reminded her that she hadn’t eaten in thousands of years. Reluctantly, Zelda kissed Link’s forehead and climbed out of bed.

The first thing she did was strip off the white Zonai dress. She hadn’t been able to turn down Sonia’s generosity, but the truth was that it reminded Zelda far too much of the one she’d worn on the worst days of her life, the one she and Link had thrown into a blazing bonfire after the Calamity. She wouldn’t burn her last remnant of Sonia, but she felt much better in trousers and Link’s warm doublet.

Her body still seemed foreign and sluggish as she trudged downstairs, eerily reminiscent of how she’d felt after a century imprisoned in the Calamity’s cocoon—a thought Zelda couldn’t dwell on without wanting to scream. The larder offered no distraction, for it contained only cobwebs.

Where had Link been staying, if not here? Even while traveling, he could have warped home often enough to keep some food around.

Zelda had no idea how much time had passed for him since fate had torn them apart. The millennia of homesickness rose up in her throat, followed by that old, familiar longing for knowledge. Had her people suffered under Ganondorf? Were her friends safe?

She wavered between twin desires: one to climb back into Link’s arms and never leave, the other to know what state her kingdom was in. Twenty minutes, she promised her rattling heart, and walked out into the brilliant Hateno morning.

Feeling profoundly unprepared to face the whole village, she skirted a wide path to her school: her proof that a princess could serve her people better from a chalkboard than a throne. It was still too early for lessons, but Symin was awake, and he dropped his book to embrace her like a father would a daughter. Zelda didn’t know what it meant that she thought of Rauru first and Rhoam second.

He gave her a summary of what she’d missed, a promise to convey the news of her safety to Purah, and a basket laden with food. Zelda accepted all three gratefully and trekked home, already tired from the short trip and troubled by what she’d heard.

She was six feet away from the door when it slammed open and Link—clutching the Master Sword—skidded to a halt. He stared at her wide-eyed, a long breath going out of him.

“Oh,” Zelda said, realizing what he must have thought when he’d woken up alone. “Link, it’s okay. I just went to see Symin. I’m sorry—I wanted to let you sleep.”

He tried for a smile, lifting the basket from her arms. Zelda followed him to the table and laid her hands over his before he started unloading the food. He looked at her apologetically, but she just slid her arms around his bare torso and said unsteadily, “I missed you too. Every day. Every minute. I thought of you right until the end, until—until I couldn’t anymore.”

They held each other for a long time. Link pulled back first, but only so he could take her face in his calloused hands and kiss her, long and slow and passionate. At the end of it, Zelda felt like herself for the first time since she’d swallowed the secret stone.

“I love you,” he said with simple and piercing certainty. “Let’s not do that again.”

She breathed out a small laugh. “I love you too. And I agree.”

“Breakfast?” he asked.

“Breakfast,” she repeated worshipfully.

Three days passed in luxurious peace. They both slept a great deal, especially Link, though that wasn’t the only thing they did in bed. They didn’t talk much—a sense of hushed awe still hung over them both. Instead they cooked and ate like famished children, floated in the pond outside their house, and watched the stars come out over Necluda. Link tried to cut his hair back to its typical length until Zelda, watching his right hand shake, offered to do it herself.

On the third night, she shot up clutching her burning chest, pain and power boiling every inch of her away, leaving behind nothing but vast empty sky. Link woke instantly, and she clutched at him, shrieking, “My eyes! What color are my eyes?!”

“They’re green, Zelda,” he answered frantically, easing open her clenched fists to place the cool metal of the Master Sword in one and slide his fingers through the other.

Your Grace, the sword greeted, glowing gently. I am whole and healed, thanks to your efforts. So are you and my Master.

“I don’t feel healed,” Zelda whispered.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Link asked in a voice he was fighting to keep steady.

“I don’t know.” She tried to stop shaking, but she was watching him die in the rain, watching Sonia die under a red moon, watching Rauru condemn himself to the same hell she’d endured in the Calamity’s cocoon. She was clawing through the air, nothing and no one—not her parents’ child, not Hyrule’s princess, not Zelda, just a sheath for a sword. The words came out impossibly thin: “I’m so tired.”

“Sleep, then,” he murmured, hugging her tightly from behind. “Just sleep.”

She was fairly sure she’d said the same thing to him after the Calamity, when all the frantic energy he’d expended and all the tragedy of his lost memory had finally caught up. The sword chimed in, Hylia often said that everything takes its own time, Your Grace. And you are no different.

Zelda sank into Link, the sword still in her hand, and the three of them huddled there in the dark until merciful darkness returned.

It was far from her first nightmare, and she knew that the best treatment was a little joy, so in the morning Link fetched the children at her request. They had grown like weeds, yet still they tumbled all over her and listened raptly as she explained that she’d gone away to protect Hyrule. Link was hovering nearby, distracted and unsmiling, and something about this statement made him turn his face away. Before Zelda could say anything, the children pleaded with her to come down to the village.

She had never been good at telling them no, and as it turned out, there was nothing to fear. No one swarmed her or demanded details about her disappearance. This was patient, open-armed Hateno, the place Link had sacrificed everything to protect, the home they had chosen together.

As the sun beat down a reminder of summer’s approach, Zelda sent the children off to their lessons and headed for the lab atop the hill. Link walked with her until the innkeep’s loud complaint about a broken wagon wheel drew him reluctantly away.

Robbie served Zelda tea and lifted his goggles to wipe away tears when he thought she wasn’t looking. She loved this wild Hyrule as much as the one she’d grown up in, but there was something easier about being with the few people who remembered life before the Calamity—a shared sorrow she didn’t have to mask.

And research was always there to pick Zelda up when she fell. She’d fallen a great many times in her life, without ever losing her endless love for discovery.

“Oh—does Link need any sundelions?” Robbie asked when they were cleaning up the Zonai devices they’d been tinkering with. “I found a few the other day.”

“Why would he?”

“For the gloomsickness.” His goggles swiveled up to her paling face. “That Zonai arm staves off the worst of it, but—”

“What Zonai arm?” Zelda interrupted, clutching the doorframe.

Robbie winced. “Perhaps Link should answer that.”

She tried not to crush the sundelions between her fingers on the way home. Link was at the stove, bent over something that smelled ravishing, and he had a small smile for her when she stepped inside. Zelda remembered him in the darkness beneath the castle, crumpling to one knee the way she’d only ever seen him do when he was at death’s door.

“Link,” she said in a small voice. “Are you in pain?”

Following her gaze to his right arm, he shook his head.

“But Robbie said something about gloomsickness and a—a Zonai arm?”

Link frowned down at the stove. She came to his side, watching his spoon push meat and vegetables around the skillet absently, until he said, “Rauru replaced my arm with his.”

Zelda flinched. “It was that bad?”

“He and Sonia gave the real one back when they saved you.”

“But even so, the gloom was making you sick this whole time?” she persisted. “You were sick and you’d lost your sword arm and you had to fight anyway? And you haven’t been staying at home, and you’re thin, which I don’t understand because you love food so much—”

“Zelda, stop,” Link said, and she did, because he had never interrupted her before. He shoved the skillet off the flame angrily. “It’s nothing compared to what you went through.”

“We had this conversation after the Calamity, my love. Comparison gets us nowhere. We both suffered, and—”

“But I let you fall,” he said flatly, “and everything else came from that.”

Absolute silence descended. Zelda’s eyes traveled from Link’s scarred jaw to his reddening cheeks to his flinty eyes. He was going away inside himself, becoming that silent, stone-faced swordsman she’d first met—the boy who had risen to every challenge and despised every shortcoming.

“Link…” she said. “That much gloom would have killed anyone else instantly. You could barely stand, but you—you threw the sword aside and jumped for me anyway. You tried. That’s what I thought of when I missed you. That’s all I thought of! I should be angry at you!”

“Yes, you should!”

“I mean for being so reckless! Until the Master Sword came to tell me otherwise, I thought you might havefallen to your death! Haven’t I always told you what your life means? Do you think I could have swallowed the stone without knowing you were alive, without knowing you’d make it worth it? Do you think I would ever blame you for…for…”

Link’s composure cracked as she stopped to wipe her eyes. He caught her hands, his thumbs tracing over the tears she’d scrubbed into her knuckles. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just—I’m so sorry for what you had to do.”

“So am I,” Zelda confessed, dropping her forehead to his shoulder and squeezing her eyes shut against the memories: the altar, the agonizing power, the endless desolation of the sky. “I wish…I don’t know. After the Calamity, I thought we were safe. I thought we’d earned that.”

“We have. We’re safe now.”

“I knew you would find me. I knew you’d claim the sword, and I had no reason to hope for more…but I did anyway, because it’s you.”

“I hoped too,” Link breathed, holding her tightly. “And you saved me at the end. I don’t know if you remember, but—thank you, Zelda.”

Right now, she only had the vague sense of waking up from a very long dream, warm with Sonia’s patient wisdom and Rauru’s unfailing strength, right where she belonged in Link’s arms. But somehow, this news came as no surprise.

“That’s what we do,” she said, smiling. “We save each other.”

Link kissed her tenderly. They both let the tears fall for a while, for they were the good kind, the healing kind. And then he carried her upstairs once again, their meal forgotten for a different kind of hunger.

Three weeks after they had plummeted back into Hyrule’s embrace, Zelda and Link stood outside Lookout Landing under a dazzlingly clear sky. Cicadas thrummed in the grass around their feet. The castle floated on the horizon, cleansed of corruption.

When Link took her hand, she knew what his silence was saying: We can go home. We don’t have to do anything more than just live.

But on the other side of the staked wall, she could hear Purah’s familiar voice calling out orders. She could smell something delicious roasting over a campfire. She could see Rito circling overhead, realizing with a start that Tulin was among them—how he’d grown! And all around her, Hyrule bloomed with the glory of spring.

For all Mineru’s warnings, Zelda had never lost herself, not really. Even stripped to her most primal core, she had come for Link, and for Hyrule. She still wanted to be the Princess of this stubborn kingdom, helping it grow like wildflowers sprouting up through the cracked earth.

She smiled at Link, and that was enough—they had never needed words. Hand in hand, they went to find their friends.

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shcmook · 10 months

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I think the story and worldbuilding of TOTK would be overall much better if more of the champion successors had NOT been Sages. As it is, 3 of the main characters of the game end up with this problem where it feels like they’re the only useful person in their entire respective races, and the game seems to be implying they HAVE to perform their multiple roles within their cultures due to their bloodlines.

Tulin stands out as the GOAT of the four main sages for several reasons. One is just that his ability is so constantly useful that I dread going back to BOTW bc I’ll miss those gusts. But also his story is the only one that feels unique to this game. It’s not a sequel to a story in BOTW it’s focusing on a minor character from that game who doesn’t have to now juggle multiple roles in his society. The older members of his tribe are struggling just to get food and take care of the village. Teba can’t take time away from his duties as chief to be the sage. Tulin stepping up and going through his arc feels SO natural and works so well both as a story on its own and as a follow up to the Revali / Teba storyline.

Sidon may be an exception to bc my thesis. It’d seem incredibly out of character and ruin a good arc if this guy didn’t feel in his heart that his place is joining the fight alongside link. It would probably eliminate the queer subtext of sidons inner conflict as well but we’d still headcanon it no matter how it was written. But as is it’s still weird that he feels so torn between being king and being Sage and being with Yona and purifying the water for the domain and helping Link and part of him still mourning Mipha when like. Why can’t Yona do some of those things for him? The idea that he’s worried about losing Yona like he lost Mipha would be much stronger if she was the one going to the temple with Link and Sidon wasn’t ok with it. Yona being the Sage would also still have the three of them had to work through this complicated relationship, and probably just add more layers to a poly reading of that dynamic. Idk. I just think it’s weird that they went to the trouble of creating Yona so that she could be the wife of a guy who is a sage and a king and the Hero’s best friend instead of her having an actual identity or a role of her own. I lied when I said Sidon was an exception, Yona should have been the Sage.

The Gerudo having a weird heirarchy and multiple leader figures within their culture is part of why I love the Gerudo so much in other games. In OOT, Twinrova, the leader you fight in the Fortress, Nabooru, and Ganondorf all fill leadership roles in their society. So why is Riju chief AND sage? Why not make Buliara the sage? Rijus main thing in the other games was her sandseal, she didn’t have thunder powers before this game. Buliara is literally a Guard so it’d give failing the town defense missions more emotional stakes if you losing means she fails her duty. I love Riju but. It’s make more sense for her, as Chief, to be busy managing her tribe’s underground affairs while Buliara feels ashamed at not being able to defend her Chief from the Gibdo threat and then *she* gains lightning abilities while training in the ruins.

I’ll be honest I haven’t actually played the Goron quest yet. But was anyone really hoping for more yunobo after the first game? I like the idea of him getting corrupted by Ganon I like the whole marbled rock roast concept. But why not introduce a new Goron who helps us free Yunobo from Ganon’s influence? And then that bro becomes the Sage instead? Doing this relieves us of having the bit in the story where the Sage of fire kind of ruins the lives of a bunch of his own people, and then still gets to be their Hero. It’s waved away too easily and I don’t like it and also I just don’t like Yunobo. If any of the Champions’ successors should’ve been replaced it’s him.

In conclusion: Tulin’s story I s the BEST, and more of the Sage quests should have been based and Tulin pilled.

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bloobluebloo · 8 months

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Can you rank the phantom ganons by design?

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PHANTOM GANON (OCARINA OF TIME) His introduction in the Spirit Temple, where you're first duped into believing it's actually Ganondorf before he dons the mask is so sick for real. I always found it interesting that Ganondorf puts a mask on him and seals his mouth shut, while the Phantom looks like his younger self, to have very interesting implications as to what Ganondorf thinks of himself, not wanting to see or hear this ghost of his past. I always felt so sorry that out of all the monsters under his command, Ganondorf seals him away in the pocket between dimensions instead of letting him die or explode like everyone else. Why do you hate yourself so much Ganondorf do we need to talk? I'm biased he's the definitive Phantom Ganon for me so 10/10.

PHANTOM GANON (WIND WAKER/FOUR SWORD ADVENTURES/HYRULE WARRIORS) I find it interesting that Wind Waker Ganondorf creates a Phantom that is completely different, having a more monstrous and demonic appearance with the horns and the tattered cape. I wonder if this is supposed to be a reflection of his past self, a monster only meant to kill and destroy with similar capabilities to his past self. Is this nostalgia for the past or so much hatred for the past that he wishes to unleash it upon you? Also he is the phantom that reappears the most weirdly enough. Trondorf. 9/10

PHANTOM RIDERS (TWILIGHT PRINCESS) I honestly thought having these riders beside Ganondorf in Twilight Princess was really fucking cool. I think it's the only time Ganondorf fights alongside his phantoms. It kind of gives off the air of Twilight Princess Ganondorf himself being like a ghost of Hyrule's past, a consequence of their actions that continues to haunt Hyrule and its descendants, and will continue to do so. I like how the mask and horse are reminiscent of OoT's Phantom Ganon. 8/10.

PHANTOM GANON (TEARS OF THE KINGDOM) I love this Phantom Ganon. Hell, if TotK Ganondorf decided to throw hands with you while staying like this I would have been extremely okay with it because he is just so fucking creepy and cool in all the right ways. I love how huge he is, that he retains all the abilities Ganondorf himself has, the torn robe, the broken jewelry just holding on by wishes and dreams, the fact that he looks like he is stuck between Ganondorf's regular human form and demon king form, and that he also has a replica secret stone. (Is it a replica? it says in the compendium that Ganondorf created him from his own flesh and blood so-). I like that in TotK Ganondorf seems rather proud of his Phantom, he just loves how his Phantom terrorizes Hyrule while he chills in his gloom spa. 9.5/10. SO my official ranking? 1. OoT 2. TotK 3. WW/FSA/HW 4. TP

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getvalentined · 11 months

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I have...a theory. Spoilers for both ToTK and BoTW, but one of those is years old and it's nothing extreme on the other one so I'm not putting it under a cut.

The theory: Zelda's powers didn't manifest until after the Calamity rose back up because until that point, her energy was being siphoned down to Rauru to keep Ganondorf contained as the Calamity grew in strength. Once it gave up on reclaiming Ganondorf's body, Rauru didn't need the extra energy and Zelda's power was released.

I'm...pretty sure this is correct. Not just because of the events of ToTK, either, but because of a key line in BoTW that a lot of people still find confusing: during the final battle against Calamity Ganon, Zelda literally says that he has "given up on [regeneration*]" in order to face Link. Taking what we know from ToTK into account, this finally makes sense! Ganondorf literally has a whole speech about it—more to the point on this theory, if the magic in Ganondorf's strengthening nightmare stopped trying to wake him, the seal wouldn't need as much power.

*The word in English is translated as "reincarnation," but in Japanese it's more like "regeneration." I read somewhere that it's the same word Ganondorf uses in ToTK for the line "you witness a king's [revival]" but don't quote me on that! If that is the case, though, it's pretty solid proof to me that this is correct.

I also don't think it's a coincidence that Zelda's powers manifested basically at the moment that Link died. That would be the moment that the Calamity (which is literally just Demise, we're all clear on that, right? The Calamity is Demise?) would give up entirely on breaking Ganondorf free. It wouldn't have to keep trying because it killed the chosen hero without using Ganondorf as a vessel—his revival is unnecessary after all. That would be the moment that it withdrew entirely from pulling at Rauru to break Ganondorf loose, and Zelda's power would no longer be required to bolster the seal.

I really, really love that ToTK takes plot points in BoTW that felt like contrivance upon contrivance and goes "it happened for a reason, it makes sense, the scrap of paper you saw is torn from a complete image—come see." It genuinely makes BoTW a better game.

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The Ways to Heal a Heart (Zelink week Day seven: Healing)

...so. I finally finished this. We're wrapping up with Twilight Princess Zelink!

I hope it was worth the wait <3

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Link first appeared in her office just over a month after Ganondorf's defeat, an ache in his eyes and a restlessness in his feet.

Zelda knew why.

She, too, was feeling the absence of a dear friend, though she guessed the pain she felt at the loss of Midna was nothing compared to what Link felt at the shattering of the bond between hero and companion... and, Zelda sometimes wondered, quite possibly something more.

"Ordon... is home." He'd said, slowly, haltingly, trying to explain as much as his heart would allow, "But Hyrule is too, now. And I know the Twilight invasion left a lot of damage."

He scuffed a foot on Zelda's carpet. "I guess... I feel responsible somehow. I want... I need to do something. Is there someplace that needs help?" He rubbed the back of his neck and sent her a tentative look. "I thought if anyone would know, it'd be you, Princess."

Zelda didn't point out that the proper way to address her was your highness, and neither did she admit that she knew the unspoken reason Link was coming to her. He needed something to do, to distract him from the bleeding wound that Midna had torn in his life.

Instead, she pulled out a letter she had received several days before and said, "The mountains to the north of Kakariko have been reporting a higher population of monsters. My guess is that they've been congregating as they flee, banding together for safety in numbers."

She handed him the letter, smiling kindly. "I think a hero's help would be very much appreciated."

Link took the letter, looked at it for a moment, and then looked up, sending Zelda a grateful smile before hastily bowing and charging out the door.

Zelda was left sitting alone in her office, a twinge of unease flickering through her.

She had not liked the way her heart had reacted to that smile.

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Link was good at what he does, so the distraction of the bokoblins in the mountains lasted little longer than a week. Then he was back in her office, hoping for a new task. Zelda smiled, and sent him to take on an lizalfos infestation in Zora's domain, trying to ignore the feeling his grateful smile stirred in her heart again.

Then that was done, and she sent him to help rebuild homes near the borders of Faron Woods. That kept him a bit longer, but after a month and a little more he was back at her office again.

This continued for over a year, and Zelda began to notice several distressing patterns.

First of all, the average amount of time Link spent on each of his missions was impressively shorter than it had been a year ago. This Zelda assumed, was the natural result of the constant whetting of his skills and stamina, indicative of his growing prowess as a hero. Of course, normally Zelda would consider a positive thing, except for the fact that she was rapidly running out of missions to send him on consistently.

There was also the fact that he started showing up hurt. At first it was simple things. A still healing cut on his forehead, a bandage on his arm, a bruise on his cheek. But proportionally to the decrease of time spent on missions, the amount of injuries (and their severity) seemed to increase. Zelda found herself very distressed by this. Link seemed to notice this stress, and began taking great pains to hide his more severe injuries in an attempt to spare her stress.

This, unfortunately, had the opposite of the intended effect, and increased it instead.

Zelda felt as if she was spiraling, dragged down a whirlpool of constant worry by her foolish heart, which had decided to latch itself onto the hero.

Zelda sighed, leaning forward from where she sat at her desk, closing her eyes and rubbing at her throbbing temples.

Poems might sing the praises of such a state, but in Zelda's experience, love brought nothing more exhilarating than a headache.

Though, she thought ruefully, that might have been solely due to her choice of men happening to be a reckless idiot... who was in love with someone else.

She chuckled, and it tasted bitter on her tongue.

So much for being the personification of Wisdom.

She forcefully sucked in a sharp breath, shook her head once to dispel the thoughts dripping of guilt and pain, and stood up from her desk.

What she needed right now was a cup of tea, a warm fire, and a good book.

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She had scarely pulled the blanket over her shoulders and settled into her favorite chair when the knock came at the door of her study.

Zelda paused, cup of tea halfway to her lips, and let out a sigh.

A Queen's work was never done.

She set the cup of tea down on the sideboard and went to the door, pulling on her business face before she opened it.

There was a servant on the other side, viciously twisting her apron as she waited. The instant the door was open her face showed a distressing mixture of relief and worry, and she burst out, "Oh, your majesty! You have to come quickly!"

Zelda blinked, some premonition of concern clutching at her heart. "What's wrong?"

"It's the hero--you have to come to the infirmary right away!"

For a moment, the world went silent, and all Zelda could think was I knew this would happen.

But as it often seemed, being right brought her no comfort.

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She didn't remember running through her castle, but she did remember burrsting through the door of the infirmary, her chest tight with dual vise of panic and breathlessness.

The doctor was bent over the bed, and she could see a figure there, partialy obscured behind the man tending him. What was all too clear was the bowls full of water, stained redder than wine, and the piles of filthly cloths on the side table, equally crimson.

There was a burning building behind her eyes, but she could not succumb to it, not now.

The doctor's head turned at the sound of the door, and at the sight of Zelda, he smiled.

"He's asleep, now, but he should wake soon."

Zelda stared, her head feeling light, taking a few steps into the room, feeling as shaky as a newborn foal trying to stand. "Then, the hero--"

"Will be just fine." He said, his voice calm and reassuring. "He responded well to the potion, despite the amount of blood he lost, and should be right as rain in the morning. He expended a lot of energy getting here, however, so he'll need a bit of rest."

He bowed, and moved past Zelda to the door. He paused in the doorway, adjusted his spectacles, and sent Zelda a warm, reassuring glance. "I'll leave you two alone now, your majesty."

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It was hours before Link woke up, hours in which Zelda sat in the chair by his bedside, thoughts whirling through her head with the speed of his boomerang. In that time she had come to a resolution.

It was late in the evening, the melancholy orange-gold of twilight coloring the windowpanes, when Link finally stirred, his eyes fluttering open and his fingers reflexively squeezing on Zelda's hand.

He blinked several times, seemed to focus in on Zelda, and smiled. "Hello, princess."

She could have pointed out that she was Queen, now, but she didn't. Instead she pulled her hand away from his and folded it primly on her lap.

A faint look of dismay seemed to cross Link's face, though he shoved it away rather swiftly, replacing it with another smile as he sat up, leaning agains the pillows. Zelda wondered if he sensed the discussion she was about to begin, but she would not be dissuaded. It had to be said.

"This cannot go on, Link," she said, pleased with her tone--firm, yet gentle, and fully disguising the aching tremble that lurked threateningly in her throat.

Link blinked, his smile faltering. He swallowed hard, and nodded, turning his head to one side. "I--I thought it would have to end. Someday."

Zelda let out a little sigh of relief, glad that he was open to seeing reason, despite the fact of what it might mean.

"I am sorry," she said, unable to resist the urge to reach out and lay a hand on his. "I know this must be very difficult for you."

He sent a swift glance down at her hand, and shrugged stiffly. "I'll be all right, I always am. I'll manage somehow."

Zelda's heart ached, so she squeezed his hand a little to add emphasis to what she had to say. " 'Managing, somehow' is how you got into this situation, Link. Don't you know that you don't have to push through this alone?"

There was a moment of silence.

Link looked at her, then down at their hands, and then at her again. "...what?"

Zelda's temple throbbed a bit. Was he trying to throw her off? She wouldn't let him, however! She was his friend and she refused to stand by and watch him get himself killed.

She straightened her shoulders, steeling herself for what she had to say next. "I know that losing Midna still pains you, but there are healthier ways to deal with that than throwing yourself into misison after mission so recklessly."

Link stared at her.

She swallowed hard, glacing to one side, and forced herself to draw her hand away. "I know you still love her, and I'm sorry I can't do anything to help, but I won't stand by and let you put yourself in so much danger so you don't have to think--"

Link's hand grabbed hers, and her sentence died in her throat as she snapped her head back to look at him.

He was still staring at her, thoughts and emotions flashing across his eyes so swiftly that she could not decipher them.

"Is that what you think I've been doing?"

The sensation of having no idea what to say was a very foreign state for Zelda, and she floundered. "I--um--yes?"

He squeezed her hand a little tighter. "That's not what's been going on."

Zelda's brain was dragging itself sluggishly along, like a chu shlorping across the ground. "But, but Midna--"

Link flushed a little, looking to one side and sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "It's true that's part of why I ask for the missions at the beginning, but--but I got over her loss a while ago."

Zelda stared. "Then why have you been hurrying through the missions lately? You have to know it keeps causing you to get hurt!"

Link's face turned redder.

"I. Well. Uh. The--the faster I finished the missions, the sooner I could see you again?"

Zelda's brain sloughed to a stop. The chu stopped shlorping across the ground. "Me?"

Her voice was breathless. Link swallowed, his words coming faster, tripping, stumbling over each other, rushing headlong like Epona at a gallop.

"It took me a while, y'know, to--to come to terms with what happened, and, and figure out what I felt about Midna, but after a while I started to notice how," his gaze darted to Zelda's face and flew away again, his ears now scarlet as red poiton, "how hard you worked, and how much you loved your people and--how pretty you were."

As fast as the words were spewing from Link's mouth, Zelda's heart was beating even faster.

The orange-golden glow of the windowpanes no longer seemed melancholy. Zelda thought it was the most beautiful color in the world.

Link gulped hard. "And I thought the more missions I went on, the better help I'd be for you and... and I'd see you more often. So. That. That's why."

He sucked in a breath, gulping air like a diver come to the surface, and finally looked at Zelda again.

Zelda was sitting there, still as a statue, eyes wide with shock. The only indication of emotion was the faint rosy pink crawling across her cheeks.

Link swallowed again, and loosened his grip on her hand, with the air of a man who wondered if he'd ever get to touch her again.

Zelda's brain suddenly sprung to life, ad before Link could fully pull his hand away, she caught hold of his fingers.

Link stared at her, and Zelda felt a smile slip onto her face, as bright as the dawn. "You don't have to have an excuse to visit me. You can come whenever you want," She glanced down at their joined hands, feeling her cheeks warming. "...I'd love that very much."

She glanced back up, just in time to see a grin spread across Link's face, wide and incandescantly happy. "I think I'd like that very much, Princess."

And Zelda laughed, glad at the way her heart rejoiced at the sight of that smile.

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slowpoke123321 · 4 months

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The Gerudo King's Bride

(^This is a visual of what Yuga's dress looks like in this chapter btw)

Chapter 2: Introduction

Wolves' howls could be heard outside of the old castle. The moonlit sky shining into the windows and onto an unconscious Yuga, who laid on a ancient red couch. He was no longer in that room with the large man he had accidentally summoned. This should've been a relief for him, but when he woke, it was quite the opposite. He sat up and looked around the dark and dusty room. He could see a bed with carpet sat under it and on the floor. He could also see a wooden vanity against one of the stone walls.

He rubbed the back of his head wearily and mumbled to himself, "Where am I? What..." Yuga's breath caught in his throat as he remembered the events of what happened. He quickly hopped up from the couch and tried to rush to the door. But he stopped in front of the vanity. He stared at himself in amazement. He no longer wore his purple dress from before, but now wore a elegant, dark red dress that spilt at the bottom and showed off the front of his legs. A gorgeous, gold necklace laid on her neck with gold earrings that were shaped like rain drops hung from his pointed ears. A beautiful gold headband with a ruby teardrop jewel in the middle sat gracefully on his soft orange curls. Platform boots with the same deep red color and golden heals were fitting comfortably on his feet. The front of the dress dipped down in a v-shape with two strings of gold keeping is up loosely. His ears burned in embarrassment from how much of his bare chest showed. The sleeves of the dress didn't cover his shoulders and only started near the breast level. And those were loose and wavy too.

But as she was admiring himself in the mirror, he noticed a shimmer on his left hand. He rose an eyebrow before raising his hand closer to his face. His jaw dropped when he saw such a divine gold ring decorated with ruby gems wrapped around his ring finger on his left hand.

He stumbled back from shock. He couldn't believe it. Here he was, in an ancient castle, dressed in clothes that looked like they belonged to a royal. And all this happened after...The painter's body jolted awake from the dazed trance as he realized he forgot all about the man he summoned. By accident of course. How embarrassing it was for him to do such a reckless thing! How absolutely atrocious! Yuga shook his head and then rubbed his temples wearily. With a deep sigh, she walked to the door of the old bedroom to leave the room. He opened the wooden door with a loud creak and stepped cautiously out of the room.

As he walked down the huge and empty hallways, he could see old portraits that were torn hanging on the walls. Claw marks were clear on the pictures, each picture of the same man with aged, dark brown skin and flowing red hair like a flame. A shiver ran down Yuga's back the more he stared at them. He walked further down the hallway. Then, he walked past a very human looking pendulum clock and a human looking candelabra. She tried to just shrug them off and continue walking until she heard the candelabra speak.

"Hello, Madame." Spoke the candelabra with a smirk and a bow, it's flames flickering light onto her face.

Yuga gasped and staggered back from the two human looking objects. The pendulum clock spoke up, elbowing the candelabra in the side,

"Excuse my ignorant friend. Do not be frighten by us, we mean no harm to you."

Yuga covered her mouth and stuttered, "W-What...W-Who are y-you?!"

The candelabra shoved the pendulum clock out of the way and smiled widely at Yuga. It then spoke, "I am Ghirahim!" The pendulum clock then coughed obnoxiously. Ghirahim rolled his eyes and gestured towards the clock. "And this is Vaati," he said with a bored tone.

Vaati bowed and spoke, "We are the servants of this castle. We serve our master, Ganondorf. Who is your, uh....husband."

Then, before Yuga could even bare a response, there was a loud roar from the end of the hallway. The pigish man, apparently known as Ganon was approaching the three quickly. Yuga's eyes widened and his heart raced from such a sight.

Ghirahim chuckled nervously before speaking, "Greetings, master! Vaati and I w-were just introducing ourselves to y-your lovely bride! We-"

"SILENCE," yelled the large man.

Ghirahim and Vaati immediately bowed to him and kept their gazes to the floor. Ganon turned to Yuga and spoke in a rough voice, "My dear wife, let me show you to your room."

He turned and grabbed Ghirahim by the handle. Ganondorf walked in front of Yuga and down a hallway leading to Yuga's new bedroom. Yuga followed behind with her head low, small tears falling from her eyes. Ganon looked over his shoulder to him and her tears, feeling a tinge of guilt.

Ghirahim coughed and whispered to Ganondorf, "Say something to her."

"Huh? Oh." Ganon turned his back to her and spoke hesitantly, "I...hope you like it here." Ghirahim gestured for him to say more, so he continued, "The castle is your home now so you can go anywhere you like, except in the west wing."

Yuga lifted his head up and spoke, curious of the wing he wasn't allowed in, "What's in the west wing?"

Ganondorf quickly turned to her and spoke in a brash tone again, "It's forbidden!"

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They arrived at Yuga's new bedroom. Ganondorf opened the door for her and let her walk in. Once Yuga was in her room, Ganon spoke, "Now, if you need anything, my servants will attend you."

Ghirahim whispered in his ear again, "Dinner. Invite her to dinner."

Ganondorf sighed heavily before speaking in a very commanding tone, the opposite of politely inviting, "You will join me for dinner." He quickly added on, "That's not a request!" Before slamming the door shut behind him, leaving Yuga in her room alone.

Yuga gasped and rushed back to the door. He brushed against it sadly. She felt so terrified. So helpless. It was awful. He ran over to the bed and threw himself on it. She sobbed alone in her room on the gloomy night. To call it a room felt wrong. It was more of a cell. Or a cage.

#legend of zelda #loz #ghirahim #yuga #vaati #ganondorf #the gerudo king's bride #chapter 2 #sorry it took so long!

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eclipseeraofthebeast · 2 years

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Legend of Zelda | Timelines | The Fallen

Dark Link Awakens - player 2 has entered the game

Here, I imagine Dark Link as a true mirror of Link - his shadow self - in every way in every accumulation of trauma that Link himself endured and would endure in timelines to come.

Torn from the Hero’s spirit by Ganondorf’s cunning wits and dark magic when he entered the Sacred Realm, finding the hero to be trapped in a state of stasis.

Ganon saw the timelines emerge from Link’s crystalize state as his shadow grew along the convergence of timelines to this stasis moment. He knew that the hero could not reach his full potential if part of him were removed, so he extracted the youth’s ever-mounting despair and gave Dark Link his form.

Seperated, tormented, but ever the same as the hero’s spirit. The Hero’s Shade takes up arms against the Demon King who brought him and the world so much anguish - to correct the timeline.

------- See LOZTimelines tag for the series.

Ya’ll want some more??

Thanks for the follows - The LOZ Timelines concept seems to resonate with ya’ll so I’ll do some more segments soon. In the meantime, please read my original manga-style comic: Eclipse Era of The Beast.

Zelda was my very first and continues to be my most important inspiration for storytelling. I just love the universe and fanfiction led me to my eventual love for my own. Please enjoy Eclipse - from my heart.

#darklink #loz #zelink #oot #ocarina of time #zelda fanfiction #ganon #ganondorf #hero of time #bleach #hero's shade #loztimelines

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transskywardsword · 8 months

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OKAY OKAY I HOPE YOU'RE OKAY WITH ME INFODUMPING IN YOUR INBOX CAUSE!!!! OH GOD, HYRULE WARRIORS AND LINK BACKSTORY. Alright so first of all, I'm pretty sure I've told you before that I place hyrule warriors as happening after twilight princess on the timeline! This is sorta the basis of alot of my explanation of the time period and its climate within it! So, one of the things that sorta bothered me in the og game is that there's no gerudo, none at all, while the zora, gorons, and arguably even the deku tree gets a spot in the plot itself.

Which cycles back to twilight princess, why is there no gerudo in twilight princess? Well, twilight princess happens after ocarina of time and it's very sad to imagine, but I like to believe that Ganondorf's plans being revealed sparked a Second Hyrulean War. Because of this, all of the surviving gerudo fled hyrule for a good number of years as most were either killed in the resulting war or by the royal families command. Thus, hyrule warriors time period happens just as the gerudo are beginning to finally recover and heal, but relations are Extremely in edge due to the whole, uh, events that happened in the last two games lmao. Another thing is that I really like to imagine that, within the child era timeline, there's a strong emphasis placed onto fate and prophecy.

It's because of this that there's even MORE tension between the gerudo and hyrule because everyone is well aware that the gerudo will birth another king. Just as hyrule will birth another princess. Both sides are very much aware of this fact and it's this tension during the hyrule warriors time period that spawns much of the political tension!

Neither side wants a third Hyrulean War, so an agreement of sorts is made to hopefully begin the process of healing relations and trust. That's where Link comes in!! :DD

Basically, Link was born into a village, much like Ordon's actually(teehee, giggles even), but was drafted to serve Hyrule and was forcibly torn from his home. Another reasoning was that hyrule was secretly trying to find the reborn hero and was scouring all of the land and drafting young boys out of the HOPE of finding the past heroes' reincarnation. The hyrule warriors time period is following in the footsteps of both ocarina of time and twilight princess, both times where I believe EVERYTHING has been very carefully written and followed. Destiny is a thing that this hyrule believes in, and so it believes that drafting so many of its own children is a worthy sacrifice in order to protect the kingdom.

Link is one of these children, and I really want to protray that this is a hyrule still fresh off the heels of two wars and is actively preparing for the risk of a third. This is a hyrule that is masquerading that it wants peace, but in reality, it's actively preparing for a third war as they still view the gerudo as an enemy. Zelda is extremely against this and manages to make a deal: she will hand-pick a soldier that will act as an ambassador and as a symbol of peace, they will serve and be trained underneath the gerudo. They will be loyal to the gerudo just as much as they are to hyrule, and only when the gerudo are sure of this soldiers' loyalty will they be allowed to return to hyrule.

Basically I rewrite hyrule warriors Just a Bit here to explain WHY Zelda picked Link out of a whole crowd of soldiers cause it was so funny to me playing the game for the first time SJSKSJS Link and Zelda are actually tentative friends as children because she demands to be taught the sword and he is still so frightened being in hyrule all alone. Because of this, they become sparring buddies in secret and Zelda firsthand sees Link's courage and compassion in face of his own fear! Which is why she chooses him to be hyrules ambassador for the gerudo, despite how much it pains her to send her only friend away :(((

I just really like to imagine that the hyrule warriors time period was one rife with political conflict and tension off the heels of the first two reincarnation cycles! Both sides are rapidly preparing for a possible third war, not even realizing that their future enemy will be neither of them. Instead, their own mistrust and fixation on destiny is what is fracturing the unsteady peace within hyrule ^-^ !

Also Link being a lil kid who's so scared of being in such a large kingdom all alone, being trained and judged by his own peers and found so much lesser because he's too scared, too small, too quiet. It's only when he meets the princess in disguise and when she demands that they train together that things begin to look up! And then Zelda sends him off to train with the gerudo because she can trust no one else to complete such an insurmountable task, but he feels so betrayed by her decision and she feels so alone sending her only friend away :(((

I have a bunch more backstory for hw link AFTER he meets the gerudo because <3333 listen I'm just a bit of a sucker for gerudo growing a MASSIVE, but secret soft spot for Link <33 literally only that one meme, only one son boy allowed! <- Ganondorf will be an issue Later

ACK I FORGOT YOU SENT THIS I AM SOOOO SORRY i got wrapped up in my next chapter and forgot to reply T-T sorry!!!

i am ALWAYS okay with you infodumping in my inbox, in fact it is encouraged!!!!! im always down to talk zelda with you!!!

i find it so funny once talking timelines with you that our hw and botw/totk timelines ended up almost the same despite rarely mentioning it to each other. and yes, the lack of gerudo in tp was always a little weird, and felt almost sinister. ganondorf is established as a 'king from the desert' so hypothetically they should be there, but they just.... aren't. personally, i see this explained through the hylian royal family attempting to exterminate the gerudo as 'punishment' or 'preventative measures' surrounding ganondorf. yikes! but enough about my headcanons lmao.

I'd love more of you're thoughts about the second hyrulian (civil?) war, i love your world building and am always interested in more. i agree v much with your idea that all of the surviving gerudo fled/were killed in the resulting war or by the royal family. I'm a slut for the sheikah, and i very much picture them being pressured to do the dirty work of getting rid of hte gerudo, causing an intense cross cultural strain between the two races. i love love love the whole 'sheikah have a dark evil past' and schtick and i feel that this would be a great way to introduce it. i agree that in child era timeline, fate/prophecy would be important culturally-- after all, their princess' prophetic dreams and her forest bestie are the whole reason ganondorf was killed. an 8 yo prophet saved the day! plus tp is so 'hero of fate' heavy that that just makes sense.

the idea of THAT causing tension never occured to me tho and it makes perfect sense, love it. and yess, small town link, gotta love it. my hw link was also drafted, but it was more of a 'join the army or go to jail' situation and, knowing the horrors of prison in corrupt hw hyrule, went with the army. but enough abt my headcanons lol.

i love the pain of link being forcelly removed from his family. how old was he? when did recruiting start? if prophecy is so stressed culturally, did link feel it was okay to be drafted, or does he resent hyrule's army for it?

AND MORE WAR AGAINST THE GERUDO, always fun, hyrule loves making this poor country and her people suffer over and over for situations that arent their fault (scarcasm) I'm so glad zelda is a voice of reason tho. girlie has the triforce of wisdom for a reason!!

and yessss childhood friends link & zelda, just like oot, more children of prophecy, loooove it. and sparring buddies are the best buddie :*)

also, the gerudo and hyrule being so focused on each other must mean they are super unprepared for cia, right? ouch

AND ONLY ONE SON ALLOWED OH NO. OOOOH NO.

speaking of one son, are you interested in 'gerudo raise link' and similar au/comics/fics? bc i know a few that you might be interested in, as well as my fav fic ever in which lil oot zelda gets accused of being racist for how she treats ganondorf in the beginning of oot (which, valid) and sent away to live with the gerudo for cultural tolerance training. 10/10 fic.

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