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confetti-cat · 9 months

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For some reason I often forget to share with Tumblr that I do, in fact, write things more frequently than I post them here, so here's a piece I still like! A oneshot for Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild (and some of the rest of the LoZ series).

time immemorial, remembered - (2k)

If he is a hero of anything, it's of a grown-over wild, a land where grasses spring up in fallen garrisons and every breath of wind carries the scent of old rains and new flowers and ancient wisps of forgotten memories.

He doesn't want to remember others. He doesn't want to recall lives that aren't his own.

(It's strange, when he remembers the wrong things.)

Set post-BotW - feat. friendly adventuring, a little bit of Link/Zelda fluff, and Link just wishing he could remember the pieces to his own puzzle. Written before TotK, so no spoilers for it. Enjoy!

AO3 link here!

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It's strange, when he remembers the wrong things.

He knows he doesn't remember everything. He knows that, Zelda knows that (unfortunately—he tried, he's still trying; she deserves a knight who truly remembers her), Impa and Purah and Robbie know that, and the spirits of the King and Champions know that. He's working hard to regain his memories, and they all know that's the most he can do.

Still, it's hard not to wish his mind would do more when his sense of déjà vu doesn't always work correctly.

They're at the curl of the beach where Akkala overlooks the ocean, and while Zelda is gushing about her Sheikah Slate picture of a new rhino beetle, he's looking at the sand. Something stirs in his head, as he looks at the waves and the palm trees and thinks—you've been here.

The feeling is bittersweet but painful, like a memory of an odd dream. Yet it was clear—he'd woken up on the beach once and cleared caves for kind people and had walked a strange black dog on a chain. A big dog with big teeth.

"When did I shipwreck at sea?" he asks Zelda, because it doesn't quite fit with what he knows of his life in the past. Perhaps his father had taught him to sail—perhaps he'd gotten a small boat himself. Zelda has a clearer picture of his life than he does at this point.

Yet, she stares at him uncertainly, blinking once or twice.

"When did you... pardon?"

A wave of embarrassment rushes over him, because Zelda usually understands him perfectly, and—sheesh, maybe he hadn't spoken clearly. His voice catches in his throat sometimes. He tries not to look so ashamed as he restates his question. "...Didn't I shipwreck at sea, once?"

Zelda blinks at him, thoughts whirring through her eyes, and then she looks out at the beach and the palm trees and the ocean.

"...Not that I'm aware of," she says carefully, and Link reminds himself that they hadn't truly known each other until they were sixteen. "Perhaps it happened when you were young?"

He doesn't know. Something about it doesn't feel quite right, like it doesn't fit. It's a puzzle piece to the wrong puzzle.

So he shrugs and dismisses it, at least for now, though the images don't leave his mind.

It happens again when they're up at Shatterback Point, just in time for the sunset. The Zora reservoir glistens like molten sapphire below, and the mountain peaks all around them have a golden-purple sheen in the late afternoon light.

It's not that, though—it's the way it feels to have the world so far below, and to see wing feathers as eagles make lofty circles in the sky, and he has the silly thought of how maybe this is Hyrule, and everything else so far below is really just Lorule.

It doesn't really hit him until Zelda has found an excuse to poke fun at him, in a playful, friendly way that ends with her smirking at him and his back to the open air, stuck in the few inches between a princess and a freefall that would last ages.

He can't lean forward for balance because she's right there, and he certainly is not leaning backward, so there's really no other option than to cling to balance and try to stand rigidly.

His heart skips a beat, because he suddenly remembers this—staring nervously into the face of a blonde princess who has far too much fun spending time with him, and he knows what will happen. She's going to push him off, like she did when they were in the sky kingdom and he liked wearing tan and she looked a bit different.

But she doesn't push him. Zelda shrinks back a little and laughs in embarrassment at her actions—she was more sure of herself a hundred years ago in the sky, wasn't she? Or was it a hundred thousand?—and allows him to step away from the edge and toward the danger: high dive at your own risk! sign a safer distance from the open air.

(He thinks—and this is really him, the normal him—that if it didn't take so long to get back up here from the water far below, he would show her a swan dive.)

(Maybe they could both—no, no. It isn't called Shatterback Point for nothing. He somehow doubts that she shares his ideas of entertainment out here, anyway.)

"I apologize," this Zelda says in embarrassment, looking away so that he can only see the tips of her ears turning pink. "I don't know what came over me."

His brain is too bewildered by all the déjà vu to mind. He tells her it's fine, because it is—some part of him thinks it feels nice to recognize that they have something friendly and familiar. Even if it is a bit teasing, and even if it does make adrenaline shoot through his veins and his heart pump hard enough to ready him for a freefall.

It happens again at twilight, late after a long day in Hyrule Field. The sky is tinted purple, and flecks of grass and dust float by in the strong breeze.

A wolf is there, in a place Link doesn't usually see any. It's on the next hillside, and it stares at him, eyes reflecting yellow in the dim light of the receding day.

Link's limbs twitch as it turns and leaves, as if reenacting the gait of the wolf—as if feeling the sensation of controlling a wolf's movement, with four limbs pacing and a head turning to and fro. With a sturdy gait and mind set fast on a goal.

When Zelda mutters something nearly irritable at the cooking pot, he half expects to turn his head and see someone who's not Zelda.

It is Zelda, though; of course. He doesn't think he knows anyone else who talks half to him, half to herself. She looks quite frustrated with whatever she's trying to do to improve their meal, and by her muttering, you'd think she was trying to blame him for what he'd put in as the necessary base ingredients.

Well, excuuuse me, Princess, he almost teases to throw her sarcasm back at her, but his mind is suddenly giving him a wildly different case of déjà vu and he vows never to think of saying that again.

They're at a stable, and one of the travelers who loiter by the cooking-fire pulls a little round instrument out of his pack and begins to play a flutelike tune. Something in Link's chest jolts a bit, as if he's only just awoken suddenly, even though the melody doesn't quite feel right. Is it strange that the sound of the little wind instrument feels as though it sends him back to another time?

He tries to ignore the fact that all these nagging lapses in memories ever occur—but they happen again, and again, and again. Always with something strange, something he feels connected to, something he's sure he's never seen before.

He sees things like the Hyrule Forest—a towering, vast area of woods that he knows, even though he's barely been there before. He knows it well enough, at least, to sense that the path isn't the same anymore. Right, left, right, left, forward, left, right—

(He sees the view of Saria's Lake from a patch of grey land hidden deep in a dark forest, shrouded with mist and drained of all color. The lack of pleasant sound here seems stark and wrong to him, and amidst the gaping maws of dying trees, he wonders what's missing from the hollow space that's suddenly prominent in his own chest.)

He sees Zelda sitting cross-legged next to Impa, learning from her, and thinks about how this mentorship feels like something that's been in place for a long time.

He looks at the massive skeleton of a creature called leviathan, and his mind says Jabú-Jabú and Wind Fish and wait—did they die?

He loves the Zora people. He only remembers so much, but it's enough to know he grew up thinking of them like a second family—with King Dorephan as almost a non-Hylian grandfather, and all the young ones as his cousins and friends.

Yet still, when those same Zoras pop out of the river with wide grins to surprise him, there's moments where his heart skips a beat and he's drawn his sword and shield, ready to deflect their attacks.

Enemies! his instincts shout at him—and it hurts, because his heart and mind say friends.

Koroks are strange to him, somehow, and not because they're little plant creatures who can vanish into the wind with ease. He just really feels like one of them should have a fiddle. Hestu's maracas don't quite carry the same emotion in their tune. He finds himself looking twice at the smaller, rounder ones, but none of them quite look right.

(He finds himself standing on a tiny lump of land his slate calls Mekar Island, staring at the piles of bones and the lone dead tree in the middle and wondering why it gives him a vague sense of dread.)

He half expects Beedle to set up shop on a boat in Laurelin, for some reason. Melody comes to mind in Rito Village, when Kass's daughters all come together to sing. (Except melody doesn't sound quite right. Perhaps he's trying to think of something similar?) When he's helping Zelda organize the old library, he can't help but get an odd mental picture when he rereads the chancellor's recipe for monster cake—of a tiny castle official with two horns like a monster. (But how would he hide them while working at the castle? By wearing two hats? Wouldn't that look too silly?)

Except when Zelda is there to study, he avoids the castle's archives like a plague, somehow wary of what he might find there if he gives in and looks for answers to his blurry memories. Perhaps the old rumors of the heroes being the first one reincarnate are true. Or perhaps the physical rigor of fighting through so much malice has messed with his mind. He isn't sure which would be worse.

His memories are... muddled, still; at least where they're not as clear as daylight or so fuzzy they feel nonexistent. The Princess knows this. She tries to help jog his mind, holding the same hope he does that perhaps some of these things will be like a well-placed kick to Robbie's machinery, jostling something back into place that will return it to working order.

But she's left it to him, lately, seeming to perceive that the things returning to him are leaving him uncertain and unsettled. Or at least, she's tried to. Her inquisitive nature seems to eat at her for a week before she finally gives in, looking to him in clear interest.

"Have you remembered much more?" Zelda asks, the curiosity in her bright eyes shadowed only by a faint hint of apology.

Are her eyes blue? Or brown? Were they ever blue or brown? Her emerald-green gaze is making him hesitate, because no, of course they were never another color. The idea is absurd, and he doesn't like that it lingers in his mind for so long.

He doesn't want a wrong sense of déjà vu with her. This is Zelda, the Zelda of now, the princess of a broken Hyrule and the survivor of a calamity. This is a Zelda long removed from the days of Hylia and the first hero. If he is a hero of anything, it's of a grown-over wild, a land where grasses spring up in fallen garrisons and every breath of wind carries the scent of old rains and new flowers and ancient wisps of forgotten memories.

He doesn't want to remember others. He doesn't want to recall lives that aren't his own. The Zelda here is her own, and he is his own—their world may be old, but to them it is something new, and he wants desperately to see it through the eyes of someone who has never lived before.

He can't really answer her question. So he gives her a thin smile, and hopes she can see the look in his eyes and understand.

Perhaps he's clinging too fast to hope, but she seems to.

When he hands her the cooking ladle and the long-awaited meal he's prepared after a long and hungry day, a funny little smile crosses her face, like she's remembering something, too.

"Thanks, Link," she says, and her voice is only a little bit teasing. His heart tugs oddly in his chest, but somehow, he can tell that she feels it too. "You are the hero of Hyrule."

#breath of the wild #botw fanfic #legend of zelda #loz #zelink #fanfiction #I would like to thank Tumblr for letting me copy and paste rich text from AO3! I cannot emphasize how wonderful that is!!#most times I need to manually re-add italics courtesy of my writing app not letting me do that #so that was the easiest experience ever!! Five stars! Would crosspost fics to Tumblr again #Anyway this was a piece I started WAY back after I finished BOTW for the first time #I was late to the party for the first game but I'm currently loving the sequel too!#Time will tell if it can beat that wonderstruck feeling Breath of the Wild gave me though. What a huge world! So bittersweet and lovely 😭#new writing game just dropped: go write a sentence in your WIP every time you recognize a reference to another LoZ title in this fic #anyhow tag rambles aside; I hope you enjoy! <3 #link #zelda #basil writes

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yxstxrdrxxm · 4 months

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Ooh, Navina-mun. I appreciate the little blurb for Boss. Boss is such an interesting contradiction. He definitely comes off as a control-freak, and yet, as in control as he is, it seems like he's only interested in being in control so long as he finds you interesting. I imagine the minute he finds you predictable, that's it for him. It's over.

I can definitely see why he's not interested in a relationship, but also, why he'd be a monster if he was in one.

Reading that blurb, I gotta wonder if there's even anyone that could end up worming their way into his heart.

(I mean, I'd still try and fail miserably, but I would give it a shot.)

It would be incredibly funny to see him interact with someone who's either extremely unpredictable (which would be horrible for his control aspect), or someone who's a little too headstrong and very self-confident (i.e. someone who was neutral to positive on him) and could push back on his attempts to love bomb them. Lol.

Boss still has a lot of skeletons in his closet, particularly how he managed to rise up the ranks and the fact that he's with Celestia definitely raises an eyebrow. If you ever choose to flesh him out, I'd be interested in hearing more.

If you ever put out a call in an AU for his match-up, I'd throw my hat in the ring. LOL

Oh yeah, he's definitely controlling. He likes being the one who's, in his title/'name', the boss of everything in his life. It's why I can't see him in a relationship because God forbid you become stale for him. He'd just dump you without hesitation, and that sucks.

You. You get it. You get my vision.

Like I don't exactly advocate much on people toying with others but OOOOOH him being with someone who's on those spectrums... It's so funny to think of how the dynamic will do. If he's with someone who would be unpredictable, he'd never get bored, but he would find ways to ''deal'' with the issue. If its someone else, that could have a push and pull.

He doesn't exactly enjoy the feeling of losing control, but he enjoys the possibility. A daredevil, if you will.

Boss still has a lot of skeletons in his closet, particularly how he managed to rise up the ranks and the fact that he's with Celestia definitely raises an eyebrow.

He does, yeah, but I think you guys will understand what kind of shit he's got hiding. The least of your worries would be on how he managed to get to Celestia Inc. because man... Man there's more to it lol.

I may think about this more though. At least, as a joke 'match up' LMAOOOO

#💌 ;; messenger writes #💌 ;; a letter from: anonymous #💌 ;; promising letter: one last call #💌 ;; fine print: ''boss''#;; < fine print being the tag to block out triggering content abt characters btw!!#;; if you guys are triggered or dont wanna see sht abt him #;; please block this tag ^^#;; but anyways #;; yeah this gives so much ideas and yk. thoughts of how he'd work with a variety #;; just dont give him the 'i can fix him' treatment. thats the easiest way to bore him lmao

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flatstarcarcosa · 6 months

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bopping around a bit as things come to me. will compile this into the larger doc file later.

The sound of the security room door shutting is, albeit momentary, a sweet relief. Reese plops down in the chair in front of the computer monitors, tapping impatiently at the keyboard as Slade slides the door lock in place.

"So the computers are password protected," they say.

"Of course they are," he says, coming to lean over the chair. "Try Murkoff."

Reese enters three different variations and spellings they can think of. Nothing.

"Yeah, fuck this," Slade murmurs. "Virtual Wintergreen, audio only."

"Oh, now what?" the suit AI asks. "You're done being pissy with me and decided I can be useful?"

"Since you didn't keep my ribs from breaking, can you override the damn computer?" asks Slade.

"Oh sure, shall I just patch into the mainframe while I'm at it? Would you also like some nuclear security codes, since you seem to think that's how this works?"

"Billy, I am not in the fucking-"

"Oh, I got it," chirps Reese. "Someone taped the password under the keyboard. It's literally Madmin01".

Silence.

"Deactivate virtual Wintergreen," mumbles Slade.

"We're just gonna pretend you didn't show an embarrassingly boomer understanding of computers for a minute," says Reese, "y'know, for your sake."

"Why don't you find out if someone taped instructions on how to raise the blast doors under the other keyboard?" he says sarcastically.

"C'mon it's basic corporate security, there's probably a file path marked BLASTDOORCONTROL in the- what the fuck is that?" Reese freezes, pointing at a security monitor in the corner. Slade turns.

"Is that that fucking priest?" he asks, frowning.

"That weird guy that showed up after you went through the window was a priest?" asks Reese.

"Close as you get in a place like this, anyway," he says. "What's he doing?"

On the monitor, the priest looks up at the camera as he reaches for a breaker box. He holds a finger to his lips, and pulls the breaker. The room plunges into darkness, pairing with the sound of computers dying as red emergency lighting blooms a few seconds later.

"You shit sucking CUNT!" Reese yells at the blank monitor. Slade clamps a hand over their mouth and drags them still in the chair away from the window that oversees the hallway.

Seconds tick by.

No one, and nothing, emerges from the dark.

"Sorry," they mumble into his palm. He drops his hand.

"Those stairs by the elevator go to the basement, that breaker box is probably down there," says Slade. "I'm gonna go turn the fucking thing back on, you stay here."

"You are not suggesting splitting up," they hiss. "What happened to 'arm's length'?"

"It's pitch black and I don't know what's down there," he snaps. "I can handle myself but I can't keep tabs on both of us if I can't see."

Reese clenches their jaw. It's not said directly, and they know logically now is neither the time nor place to be concerned with it, but the unspoken meaning of the sentence is that they're now added baggage he doesn't need.

"Besides," says Slade, "this door has a manual lock from this side, even with the electronics down you can still keep it barred."

"I don't think that big fucker from the library gives a shit about locks," they say.

"Then you should stop arguing and let me go so I can be back before he shows up," says Slade. He unlocks the door and slips out before they have a chance to argue otherwise.

Despite it, they still stand and lock it behind him.

"At least this window is lower," they mutter to the shadows.

#ship: wilson & wilson at large #wilwil au: outlasting #need to also recheck/redo my tags for this bc i ended up with too many aus to not have them by ship lmao #anyway will edit this when i get everything sorted #this just rolled around in my brain for a couple days and i needed to lock it loose #i'd been pondering for a while about the first basement level and figured the easiest way is to kinda skip it a bit.#split up the party but for once it doesn't fail! also solves the problem of when walker breaks in after this #like /i/ can hide in a locker just fine do you think slade's big ass is fitting in a locker fuck no

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onepiece-polls · 9 months

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theres a pathetic poll and perona is in there!!

Could you please @ me in a comment or reblog of the poll? I'm afraid I won't be able to find the specific poll with just this info 😅

#tags in comments or reblogs are very much appreciated!#it's the easiest way for me to find a poll on both mobile and desktop #ask #anon #not a poll #sometimes I stumble upon polls like this but there are a lot that I just don't see in the tags or on my dash #so if you see one I haven't reblogged yet please tag me!#(and if you don't know if I reblogged it you can always tag me too - better be safe than sorry)

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uselessthimbs · 10 months

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does anyone know if anyone has knit the knits from the mismag holiday special? bc im willing to try and put those patterns together myself but if anyone has like. already done the math. already done the work and the test knits and the writing. you know?

#misfits and magic #jammer's socks are prob the easiest #the sweaters don't look too bad to do tho #there was a half a second i was like hehe i could knit for the cast like socks for the cast wouldn't be too bad #but literally the idea of trying to figure out sizing for them?#im in hell #literally would die before asking someone to send me their feet measurements #literally no way to go about that without coming off like a weirdo #GOD LET ALONE GETTING THE THINGS FOR THE FLK HEEL #there is no not creepy way to go hey gang can u send me an outline of your foot on cardboard #and mark like where your little toe and ankle bone are?#i promise im normal source dude trust me #ANYWAY SORRY FOR THE RAMBLE I JUST REALLY LIKE SAM'S SWEATER AND WENT A LITTLE WILD ABT THE IDEA OF DESIGNING IT TO BE LITERALLY KNIT #but i can't go into the tag yet bc im still watching the holiday special

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pocket-pal-salt · 10 months

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(if anon turns off dont post) i really dislike the discord server layout tbh. it feels like a lot of the categories blend together and it makes it hard to find anything

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#don't worry. you are still anonymous!#saltpost #this doesn't fall under a specific tag #but i agree that the layout can be confusing. i have most categories closed and most channels muted. it's easiest to navigate that way.#all the more tragically they recently reorganized...

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ehlnofay · 11 months

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I find that my favourite thing about writing each of my characters varies greatly but with torr my favourite thing is ABSOLUTELY how easily and logically their actions fall into line when viewed through the lens of their priorities and worldview. of all my characters they are the most principled. even in my old shit writing they never do a fucking thing - whether intentional or not on my part - that doesn’t follow this scaffolding that underpins his character. I’ve been trying to figure out for a while how to articulate even to myself how and why he is able to choke a man to death in his sleep from the same headspace and with the same internal logic as he, say, scolds his sister for stealing a letter-opener or incurs a debt to acquire someone else’s medicine, and I think in the end it comes down to this:

torr’s most fundamental trait is their loyalty. there is nothing they would not sacrifice for the people he chooses to commit himself to. and what this means is that the world in his eyes is made up of two groups: those they care about - those they must go to every extent to ensure the safety, security and happiness of - and collateral. every action torr takes is for the preservation and betterment of quality of life for the people they’ve chosen (up to and including joining the brotherhood, before he adopted them into that group as well) and this is an Ultimate Good, the north point of their ethical compass. any and all damage to anyone and anything else in the pursuit of this is not only justifiable, it’s irrelevant. sad, of course - sucks that a random stranger had to die so that the people who matter might live - but simply not torr’s problem. they look after their own, and nothing will ever get in the way of that

#fay make a self-indulgentpost that isn't one million paragraphs challenge #FAILED.#anyway. I'm so obsessed with thinking about the weird worldviews of guys I made up in my mind #to torr is is moral and right to do everything you possibly can for the people you have a responsibility to #Everything.#which is likely a worldview that stems from. yk. needing at a young age to make hard decisions to ensure his own and his siblings' survival #but a smidge of it predates all that #complicated #by the time torr joins the brotherhood he's killed probably like. between five and ten people including grelod #look sometimes you get arrested and you have mouths to feed and can't afford to sit around in jail for a month #sometimes you meet a kid who's run away from home three times and her parent isn't getting the fucking hint #and sometimes you just need to handle the situation #in the easiest most doable way possible because fundamentally you cannot comprehend that life has value regardless of #your personal attachment or responsibility towards it #anyway #oc tag #torr #fay talks

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