#he loves Kakariko in general

[smilesrobotlover]

Love at twilight doodles with Kori actually here! In fact, 90% of this is Kori lol.

First two pictures are Kori at 17 years old with his younger siblings! And him with an Ordon/Twili inspired outfit! Didn’t mean to make his eye shape to look more like Link’s but it’s pretty good cuz he doesn’t have a lot of traits from him!

And the last image is various chaos doodles of Kori. Mostly him hanging out with Renado and Luda.

[blueywrites]

Where you and Steve swing with Eddie and Chrissy, and it gets complicated.

TO KNOW YOU'RE MINE (modern!swingers!au) (18+ only)

eddie munson x chrissy cunningham x steve harrington x you

fem!reader, chubby!reader, minimal use of y/n, body insecurity, swingers, smut, oral (f & m receiving), fingering (v), dirty talk, praise kink

chapter three: my curse (14k) | playlist | AO3 | next

🎵 in this au, deftones=corroded coffin. the playlist is a combination of R's sad girl music vibes and some foreshadowing. songs for this chapter include #6-#14 and are all mentioned by name.

There is love

Burning to find you

Will you wait for me?

My Curse— Killswitch Engage

All day Friday, powdery-sweet Chrissy is on your mind as you labor through the shift from perdition. It's like the cosmos had overheard her question about crazy patient stories and generously decided to provide new conversation topics. You've been screamed at, berated, exasperated, and drawn so thin you spend the car ride decompressing in rare silence without your typical Spotify playlist. When you'd finally arrived home, the draw of sweatpants and nostalgia had proven too much to resist. You'd promptly cocooned on the loveseat in thick socks and a knitted blanket, retreating into Breath of the Wild for the umpteenth time. The buzz of your phone on the armrest runs up your elbow, but you're too absorbed to answer until the buzzing starts again, too insistent to ignore.

You glance to see it's Steve calling; you swipe and put him on speaker without pausing your game. "Hey," you answer, voice fond but somewhat distracted.

"Hey, babe." Steve sounds like he's in a wind tunnel. He must be driving. "What are you doin'?"

"Nothing," you answer absently, eyes still trained on the soft pastels of Kakariko Village until he says, 

"Well, I'll be home in forty, so start getting ready."

You frown in confusion, glancing at the contact picture on your phone screen: you and Steve at an NBA game, his anniversary present to you last year. "Ready for what?"

The smile in Steve's voice is audible. "Chrissy called. We're going to Insa tonight." 

You instantly straighten from your comfortable slouch, Switch abandoned beside you as you fumble up the phone. "Really?!"

"Yup." You can hear the happiness in his laugh as you squeal, tearing the blanket from your body and bolting for the bedroom. "She got us a private room for an hour."

You make another little joyful sound, hand already tugging at the shower knob, words spilling like a rush. "Yay! Okay, I'm getting ready, bye!"

"Love you," you hear Steve say.

"Love you!" You drop the phone onto the counter, hips wiggling as you wait for the water to warm. This is even more appealing than spending a night in with your favorite comfort game. You love music and singing, but traditional karaoke bars make you nervous— all those strangers staring at you on stage under the glare of the lights makes you instantly freeze. But Insa is a Korean karaoke bar, and since Chrissy has booked you a private room, it means it'll just be you and Steve, your two friends, and all the soju or sake you can drink. Here you were, thinking about Chrissy all day, and now it feels like you'd unintentionally manifested her invitation. Maybe the cosmos is trying to make amends.

  You decide that must be so as you choose your clothes: slouchy cardigan over tank top, tight black skirt almost obscenely short, sheer black tights to make up for it, white socks peeking just above Chelsea boots. You're still working on makeup when you hear a creak of the door and the jangle of keys to signal Steve's arrival. 

"I'm almost ready," you call, swiping mascara onto your top lashes. 

You hear him call back in acknowledgment, finishing the rest of your makeup with haste before fluffing out your hair and joining him near the door. 

He's still wearing his winter coat, unzipped to reveal dark jeans and an untucked button-up, his go-to for casual Fridays at the bank. His brown waves are a little windswept as he turns to you, and it matches the roguish sparkle in his eye as he takes you in. "Hey," Steve says, voice low and tinged with heat as you approach him.

"Hi," you answer happily, letting him pull you in for a kiss before you reach for your puffer jacket.

Steve's hand snakes back to your ass, drawing you against him as you tug one arm of your jacket on; you chuckle against his lips, protesting lightly, "Steve, we're gonna be late!" 

"Just wanna steal a minute to kiss my girl," Steve murmurs, and you can’t resist melting as he kisses you again, surrounding you in that familiar citrus cologne. You sneak your other arm underneath his coat to hug him, jacket half hanging off like you're trying to wear his and yours at once. The brush of Steve's tongue against the seam of your lips complements the heat— heat where the jackets drape around your body, heat where his palm grabs your ass, heat in the pit of your belly as his tongue meets yours.

Even without the radiator or your knitted blanket, Steve makes sure you're thoroughly and wonderfully warm before you venture out together into the cold night.

-

Luckily, on-time subway transfers and two powerwalked blocks later have you arriving at Insa with minutes to spare despite your short dalliance. You wander around clumps of people outside until Steve spots your friends near the wooden arch above the building's entrance. Seeing Chrissy's blonde ponytail fills you with effusive eagerness, and when her blue eyes meet yours, your broad smile is echoed on her lips. 

"Hi!" you greet her, arms opening for her tight embrace. "Thanks for inviting us!" 

"Of course!" Chrissy squeezes you affectionately tighter before she releases you to hug Steve. 

Leather creaks as Eddie moves closer, and you can feel his jacket seep cold even through your puffer jacket when you hug him, though his neck is warm as you graze it with your cheek. "Don't you have a better jacket than this?" you ask, running your fingers against the leather at his elbow.

You drop your hand, looking up into dark and twinkling eyes as Eddie replies, "Worried about me, sweetheart?" He smirks, a little crooked thing, and those full pink lips— their sudden phantom press against your own— make color prickle your cheeks. "Don't need one. My blood runs extra-hot." 

You hope your doubtful expression speaks for you and your sudden flush looks like it's from the cold. Judging by the glint in Eddie’s eyes, he’s not buying it.

"Come on, I'm freezing my balls off out here," Steve says, slinging an arm around your shoulders and hastening the four of you inside. 

"Certainly don't want that," you joke, pleased when Steve slants a grin at you as you're ushered to your room.

Inside is one long modular u-shaped couch against the back wall, a small coffee table, and two televisions: one against the front wall and one behind the couch so you can face your companions. Insa is one of the more technologically advanced karaoke restaurants: there’s an iPad for ordering drinks and a dedicated kiosk near the television to select songs. Coupled with its superior aesthetics— rich purple and turquoise mood lighting that avoids the tackiness of other bars— Insa boasts some of the largest crowds in the city, which makes it all the more exciting that Chrissy has surprised you and Steve with this outing tonight.

You shed your coats and watch Chrissy flounce over to the kiosk eagerly before the rest of you have even sat down. She's wearing a babydoll dress— one of those nearly shapeless ones that seem effortlessly chic on the right kind of person. With your curves, you think you'd probably look like you're wearing a potato sack if you attempted it, but you admire how it hangs beautifully on Chrissy. She looks like a cute little sugar-plum fairy as she scrolls through the offerings. 

"I guess Chris is going first," Eddie jokes, sprawling out in one corner of the couch with his dark legs spread, arm thrown against the back like he owns the place. He's in a long-sleeved muscle shirt in charcoal gray, accented by his signature flashes of silver— rings, wallet chain, and earrings that gleam in the neon light. Does he ever wear anything in color? Your eyes sweep him over as you sit, close but not quite sandwiched between him and Steve. Probably not, you think wryly, darting a quick glance at his profile as he grins cheekily at Chrissy when she glares at him.

"Not all of us get to be on stage every week, Mr. Rockstar," she reminds him sassily, plucking a microphone from the lower shelf on the kiosk and planting her feet in the middle of the open floor, hands on her hips. You can clearly see the cheerleading influence in her stance and expression, which is set in a confident mask of gleaming teeth and arched brows. A raucous female laugh begins her song choice, and Chrissy snaps the mic to her mouth to sing the first words: "Yeah, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want—"

Chrissy owns Wannabe by The Spice Girls as she struts around, flicking her fingers and swinging her wavy ponytail as she exudes attitude. "I won't be hasty; I'll give you a try," she sings, cocking a shoulder as she smolders, "If you really bug me, then I'll say goodbye—" Her voice is a little pitchy, but what she lacks in technique she certainly makes up for in confidence. Chrissy pivots around to face backward for the final chorus, swaying her hips until she hits the last line where she shoots you all a foxy look over her shoulder, cocking the mic to sing, "If you wanna be my lover."

As soon as the music fades, you're clapping wildly, cheering as she spins to face the couch with a broad, sparkling smile. "You did so good! You're, like, a natural," you say, looking up at her as she prances over, skirt billowing. 

"Thanks, y/n! I guess I still got it, huh?" she adds, looking to the men for confirmation.

"I'd say so," Steve answers. "I remember, when I was a senior on the basketball team, Chrissy was one of the best flyers on the squad. It was crazy how much air she'd get!"

You watch Chrissy's eyes sparkle as he acknowledges her skill. Eddie reaches out, pinching the edge of her dress and tugging playfully as he adds, "And she was head of the squad her senior year. Lead them to regionals with her own routine and everything."

You smile up at her again, though it shifts with surprise as she pulls you to your feet with startling strength for such a slight person. "You should go next," she says, squeezing your fingers, expression earnest. "Come on, you can do it! It doesn't matter how you sound; it's all about having fun!"

From someone else, the statement may have felt like a veiled insult. But Chrissy doesn't seem to have a mean bone in her body, so you realize she's just trying to be encouraging. "Okay," you say, a little shy with the exuberance of her glee. You swap places and take the mic, lips pursing as you peruse the options at the kiosk. 

Behind you, you hear Steve say, "She's actually a really good singer." You feel a flattered smile bloom at the praise as you choose one of your favorites to sing during karaoke: If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys. 

As you drift toward the middle of the space and the piano introduction begins, you see Chrissy squeeze Steve's arm, thin brows crinkled up sentimentally. "Aw, that's so sweet of you, Steve!"

For a moment, Steve looks perplexed at the comment, and you think maybe Chrissy believes he's just saying that to be nice. But you're not worried about it; you're not thinking about much of anything other than what you're about to sing. Still, you’re always most nervous for the first song of the night, so as you face your audience of three, their expectant stares threaten to make that familiar anxiety begin to frost in your chest. Thankfully, you know what to do in this situation: you simply close your eyes, letting the music wash over you before you begin to sing.

"Some people live for the fortune. Some people live just for the fame."

Your voice is pitched naturally lower than Chrissy's and has a bit of rasp, but it's smooth and practiced from years of singing in chorale in school. Yet it isn't a performance, not really, because it's not about that. You stand still, aside from a subtle instinctual sway, unconcerned about moving around for your audience. You're only interested in borrowing Alicia's words, letting them bloom out of you as if they're your own in a way your words sometimes can't when you try to speak. Once you hit the chorus, a smile kisses the corners of your lips as you feel the emotion in the song, channeling the sentiment: "Some people want it all, but I don't want nothing at all if it ain't you, baby; if I ain't got you, baby—"

Alicia is an incredible vocalist; you don't try to imitate her. You simplify the vocal runs later in the song, letting yourself improvise what feels good instead. And throughout it all, you keep your eyes closed, singing with a peaceful smile until that tinkling piano returns at the end to signal the song's conclusion.

There's a brief silence where you hang suspended in the moment, eyes still closed. And then it's broken by a swirl of spoken smoke.

"Shit." The exclamation isn't loud, but it cuts through the room nonetheless as you open your eyes and smile shyly. Your face flushes as Steve whistles with his fingers; beside him, Chrissy's eyes are wide, dainty fingers clasped as she pops up. 

Chrissy wraps her arm around yours and squeezes you close. "Wow! Steve, you really weren't kidding!" You're hit with a puff of expensive perfume as she clings to you, and her billowing skirt brushes against your tights while she sways you back and forth. "Let's do couples next," she suggests, pulling back to meet your eyes. "Is it okay if Eddie and I go first?"

"Sure," you reply easily, sitting between Steve and Eddie again as she heads to the kiosk. Immediately, Steve leans in, lightly knocking your shoulder with his.

"That's my girl," Steve says, hazel eyes shining with affection, broad palm landing on your knee and squeezing lightly. Appreciative, you kiss him on the cheek, stubble like fine sandpaper against your lips. His smile widens as he pats your knee, saying more briskly, "I'm gonna need to get at least one drink in me before I join you on the next song, babe." 

You watch him scroll through the menu on the iPad for a moment until a light brush against the small of your back has you turning to meet wide brown eyes.

Eddie is no longer slouched in the corner of the couch; instead, he's curved forward, left elbow braced on his knee as if poised to get up, though he seems to have no intention to do so as he leans toward you. "You are really good," he says sincerely. "I was pleasantly surprised."

Your nose wrinkles faintly, somewhat amused and at the edge of offense. "Pleasantly surprised?" A hint of a challenge tinges your voice as you add, "What, did you think I would be bad?"

Eddie's face falls as he stumbles. "I—" His eyes dart away, reminding you of the day you'd met— when, at the ice cream shop, you'd seen that pink on his typical black and white. The idea that it may happen again excites you, and you aren't quite sure why.

But Eddie doesn't turn pink; instead, he huffs a chuckle, slanting a glance back at you as his eyes glitter. "Well, I wouldn't say that."

It's obvious that he's teasing you, so you feign annoyance. "Well, you'd better look out because I might take your place and become frontwoman of Corroded Coffin if you keep talking smack." 

You try valiantly to maintain your pretend annoyance, but it's really quite hard when Eddie grins so manically, brown eyes eager as they flick you over. "I'd like to see that, sweetheart," he replies, and it's not sarcastic at all— in fact, he sounds eager, as if the idea excites him. And you realize, as his fingers twitch against your cardigan, that Eddie hasn't yet taken his hand off the small of your back. 

That pink that you'd been hoping for on Eddie's face colors your cheeks instead as he stares at you intently, and his manic smile tightens to a smirk when he notices. A flutter of wings trembles low when his gaze dips to your lips, and your tongue darts out to wet them just as Chrissy calls across the room, 

"Okay, Eddie, get up here! I picked the song."

The drag of his fingers against your back leaves you with a shiver when Eddie rises, stuffing his hands in his back pockets as he lopes over to Chrissy. As he surveys her choice, the door opens to reveal a server with a green bottle and four shot glasses. 

As she sets the tray on the coffee table, Steve immediately reaches for it, calling to the others; Eddie turns, swaying wild curls haloed by neon light. "C'mon, Chris," he says, nodding over. "I'm gonna need a fuckin' drink for this one."

The sardonic tinge to Eddie's voice intrigues you, and you wonder what song Chrissy has chosen as Steve passes you a glass of soju. You all drink together, and the alcohol is ice cold as it slides down your throat, settling into a comfortable burn in your belly. It lingers sweet on your teeth as Chrissy grabs Eddie's hand to pull him into their performance.

Eddie shifts his weight as he cracks his neck to the side, saying dryly, "Just warning you, I haven't warmed up my falsetto, so—"

Chrissy scoffs fondly. "Oh, come on, Eddie. You always sound good." 

"All right," he concedes, a little self-deprecating grin spreading as the music begins— jaunty bass and a jazzy piano that you'd recognize anywhere. Chrissy has chosen You're The One That I Want from Grease.

Despite his reticence, Eddie gamely gives the song his all. Though at first, his falsetto makes you want to giggle, you hold back, not wanting him to think you're laughing at him when he'd already seemed unsure about it. You soon find yourself smiling widely as they play off each other for the second bridge: "I'd better shape up cause you need a man—" Eddie begins, dark eyes locked on Chrissy as she takes over, drawing her hand down his chest. "I need a man who can keep me satisfied." 

Steve nudges another shot of soju into your hand. "Cheers, babe," he murmurs, warm breath ghosting your face before you both take your second shots. It slides down cold and burns in your belly again, but when it's followed by the quick, eager press of Steve's lips against yours, the burn is accompanied by a slight tingle. 

You break away to applaud as the song ends, watching as Eddie leans close to kiss Chrissy. Her hand finds his cheek when he begins to draw back, and when she presses forward for another kiss, you hear Steve whistle again, though this time it's a teasing, flirty two-tone that makes Chrissy break from the kiss to giggle. Eddie hugs Chrissy from behind, walking with her as they come over to the couch, and you see it again— the gentleness in those brown eyes, the softness in the way his pink lips tilt in a small smile when she sing-songs, "Your turn!" 

Steve’s hand finds yours, guiding you to the kiosk. "What do you wanna sing?"

You don't really care what song you and Steve sing right now— you're just content to be here with him and Eddie and Chrissy, surrounded by affection and music. "Whatever you want, babe." 

His smile widens at your reply, and he lazily drags his finger across the screen. "How about this one?" 

Fondness fills you as you see his suggestion is from Dirty Dancing. It's a sentimental movie for you both— you'd watched it the first time you'd spent the night at Steve's old apartment instead of going out. And while eating Chinese food on Steve's couch and cuddling in your lounge clothes seems so commonplace, that was what you'd valued about it: that it was casual, that it felt normal. That it seemed like the beginning of an intimate closeness that didn't require dressing up or fancy restaurants or showy gestures.

"Yeah," you agree softly. "I love that song."

You nearly forget you have an audience as you sing The Time of My Life with Steve, giggling at his characteristically loud, brassy voice. Steve never holds back at karaoke, though he is— by far— the worst singer of you four. But you couldn't care less as he sings to you, "I've been waiting for so long, now I finally found someone to stand by me." And you know Steve doesn't care how he sounds either, eyes locked on you while you sing to him, "With my body and soul, I want you more than you'll ever know." When the instrumental breakdown occurs, Steve grabs your hand, spinning you, strong arms lowering you into a dip that makes you squeal and laugh with delight before he brings you back up.

When it’s time for the final chorus, you give it your all, hopping as you throw your arm wide and sing with abandon. When the song fades out, Stever snatches you up as you laugh, lifting you briefly from your feet to kiss you before setting you quickly back down. 

"You guys are just so cute!" Chrissy beams at you, sweet and powdery soft as she leans against Eddie's side. You hold out a hand to them, eyes sparkling.

"Get up here, you two," you say, excitement dancing like sparks across your skin. "We have forty minutes left, and I don't wanna waste a second."

You sing several songs as a group, all crowded around the kiosk to decide on your selections. You each have wildly different tastes in music, so there's quite a bit of friendly bickering as you negotiate what to sing together. Still, with the shots flowing and the joy of shared experience, you delight in even that aspect of the process. After a number of group selections, Steve and Eddie shoo you girls off to the couch so that they can, as they say, 'serenade you.'

"Oh, God," you mutter good-naturedly, leaning comfortably against Chrissy as the guys huddle close to conspire. "What are we in for now?"

Apparently something entirely unexpected as the guys stand side-by-side, stone-faced while a guitar plucks along. Their faces remain serious even as Eddie croons, "Yeah…" in the most exaggeratedly whiny boy-band voice you've ever heard. You can't stifle an incredulous snort as you and Chrissy exchange glances, eyes wide as your lips twitch. Your eyes snap to your boyfriend as Steve sings loudly, "You are my fire, the one desire…."

You manage to hold your composure until Eddie whines, tossing his long curls dramatically, "But we—"  

You're cackling before he can even hit the next line, and for a split second, his composure wavers, a chuckle breaking through as he continues, "...are two worlds apart… can't reach to your heart—" 

The sight of Steve— the straight-laced banker in a collared button-up, all citrus and sea salt— and Eddie— the hardcore musician in combat boots and chains, all smoke and ink— singing I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys as a pretend-earnest duet is too much for you and Chrissy to take. As soon as the chorus starts, you both flush bright red with laughter, clinging to each other in utter hysterics. Once the song ends, all you can do is curl over into Chrissy's lap, burying your face in gauzy fabric as she collapses onto your back. Your reactions urge each other on until you're hysterical for long enough that Steve exclaims, "Jesus Christ, was it really that funny?"

You hear Eddie snipe, "You both are real fuckin' rude, you know." Your head pops up to see him swaggering around, gesturing widely and theatrically as he grouses, "Here we are, trying to sing about our undying love for you, and you have the gall—" he pauses dramatically, "the audacity— to laugh at us." He turns to Steve, arms crossed, head shaking like a scolding parent. "These girls don't deserve us, Harrington."

"You're right, Munson. Maybe we should find us a new pair of girls who appreciate real culture."

You and Chrissy straighten, exchanging looks of deep indignance as your boyfriends smirk at you. "We'll show you culture," she sniffs, shoulder brushing Eddie's as she pushes by him with you in tow. He and Steve chuckle to themselves, falling back onto the couch as you and Chrissy lean close to assess your options. You find yourself relishing this dynamic— allied with Chrissy against the two guys, conspiring to choose the best song to annoy them. You're giddy with feminine closeness as Chrissy whispers in your ear, though as you notice one particular song, you grab Chrissy's fingers to halt her scrolling.

"That one!" you say, voice hushed but urgent. You turn to her, eyes bright. "That's the one."

She purses her lips, brow crinkling. "Really?"

"Yes," you say firmly. Whereas usually, you would defer to her preference, your desire to provoke the guys has lit you inside, made you bold.

Chrissy must see your determination because she concedes quickly with a little shrug. "Okay."

You grin widely, victory and sweet revenge buzzing in your blood as you grab your microphone; Steve and Eddie’s conversation wanes as they see you standing before them. When you feel Chrissy's dress brush against your thigh, you tip your chin, smirking as you murmur with false sincerity, "We've chosen this song specifically for the country music fans in the audience."

In your peripheral, you see Steve's face crease in confusion, but your eyes are locked on black and white. You buzz with pleasure as Eddie cocks a brow at you, spreading his dark legs to settle into the couch corner, hint of a smirk growing on his lips. Those brown eyes are wide and dark as they hold yours, glittering with approval at the challenge in your stare. 

Your voice is pitched as close to sultry as you ever get as you finish your introduction: "We hope you thoroughly enjoy this."

You never perform when you sing, not really, but now, suddenly, you are. "Right now, he's probably slow-dancing with a bleach-blonde tramp, and she's probably gettin' frisky," you rasp, channeling the drama of Carrie Underwood's delivery. Chrissy sings the next line, high voice also loaded with attitude, and you alternate the verses and sing the choruses together. You play up the growl in your voice as you smolder, any self-consciousness forgotten, "Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats."

As you sing for Steve and Eddie, you suddenly understand the appeal of performance and why Chrissy's face became so luminous after she'd sung Wannabe . Their attention wraps around you, coiling into your blood, coaxing you to rock your hips and shoulders as you sing to them. It's intoxicating, the heat of their stares as you and Chrissy sway together, bodies brushing as they watch you; there's power in it, power that you've just barely tasted. 

And you know, as your gaze flits back and forth between both men, that you want more.

When the song ends, their approval is instant, pretend contentiousness forgotten now. After lavishing you in whistles and applause with Eddie, Steve notes, "We've got enough time for a couple more songs."

"All right," Eddie says decisively, slapping his thighs as he stands. "I'm going."

A flutter of moth's wings begins low at the idea of hearing his smoky voice again— not him singing a song from Grease or the Backstreet Boys, but something that echoes his performance the first time you'd heard him on stage. When, before you'd even known him, his voice had reached inside you, tugging at something that has only just begun to take root in newfound light.

You nestle snug between Chrissy and Steve as you wait for Eddie's song, knee nearly bouncing with anticipation. Impulsively, you take a cheeky swig from the soju bottle, shrugging as Steve shoots you an amused look. The soju isn't as pleasantly cold anymore, but the burn still spreads from your belly, coaxing out a little hazy smile as Eddie returns to the center of the room. You wonder what song he's chosen, thighs pressing together as you imagine harsh guitars or driving drums, as you remember the black and white of his torso on stage at the bar, ink now sadly hidden behind charcoal long sleeves.

You should have known by the mischievous twinkle in those dark eyes what was coming. But when a smooth R&B beat begins, you blink, clouded mind instantly befuddled. Eddie's voice is still that smoky husk, though it's intentionally exaggerated as he drags out the word, "Baby…" You remain perplexed until he sings the next line: "I'm hot, just like an oven. I need some lovin'..." 

Eddie's rendition of Sexual Healing seems to hover somewhere between his real performance at the bar and his joke performance of I Want It That Way. But when he starts slowly thrusting his hips, running one hand sensually across his chest and up his neck, it becomes abundantly clear that he's fucking around. 

Chrissy wrinkles her nose at his exaggerated movements— body rolling, hips twitching with little jerks as his lips curl with amusement. "Ugh, Eddie," she whines, "this is so cringy!" 

And you know what she means— it is cringy, and everyone knows it. But you can't help but utterly delight in the two sides of Eddie Munson that seem to alternate in little glimpses: confident, self-possessed, sharp, and wolfish, but also awkward, goofy, unafraid to be exactly how he wants to be even in the face of others' judgment. And you know Chrissy isn't judging him, not really, but you think even if she was, he wouldn't care at all.

As you watch Eddie gyrate, eyes wide and grin manic, you feel something start to build inside you— a desire to join in his revelry, in this uninhibited display of enjoyment that disregards the opinions of others.

And with your eyes on Eddie's black and white, you act on that desire. 

You pop up from the couch just in time for the music to swell; he holds the mic out toward you when he sees you coming so you can both sing, "Whenever blue teardrops are fallin'…."

Together you turn to face Chrissy and Steve, smiles wide as you sway, arms wrapping comfortably around each other's waists. You extend your hand toward the others, coaxing them with wagging brows and little shimmies of your shoulders to try to get them to join you. "The love you give to me will free me," you and Eddie sing, sides pressed together, hips bumping as you move out of rhythm. Steve eyes you skeptically as you urge him with your extended hand, but he can't keep the curve off his lips for long as you stage-whisper, "Get up, get up, get up, get up," like it's a message directed to him. Steve sighs heavily, smile springing free as he joins on your other side, wrapping his arm around your back atop Eddies. You barely stave off your giggle as you all start to sway back and forth. 

You do laugh when Steve and Eddie squish you between them to try to both reach the mic. Steve attempts to convince Chrissy to join you, who's still watching you all reluctantly, though you can tell by the look in those blue eyes that she's close to cracking. 

"Come on, Chris," Steve wheedles, and finally, she relents, smile spreading on her bow lips as she skirts around the coffee table, huddling close to sing, " Come take control, just grab ahold of my body and mind—" 

Uninhibited joy floods you entirely as the four of you sing together, all pressed close, faces shining with bright smiles and laughs as Chrissy finally gives in, committing to the cheesiness of this song. When it ends, Steve and Eddie wrap their arms around you both, squishing you together as you and she shriek and giggle. Still pressed tight, you all shuffle dizzily toward the kiosk to choose your final song.

You lean closer, dragging them all with you as you see Mamma Mia on the list. "Steve loves ABBA!" 

"You would love ABBA, dude," Eddie teases, and Steve reaches around you to shove him playfully. 

"Shut up," he grouses, though you predict trouble as his lips go tight against a smirk. "I could tell them about your guilty pleasure music, Munson—" 

Intrigue blooms as Eddie looks instantly horrified. "ABBA it is," he relents quickly, jabbing the selection to start the music and, you suspect, to avoid any follow-up questions.

Mamma Mia turns out to be the perfect song to end with as even Eddie, who'd implied his disdain by teasing Steve, seems to enjoy it. "Yes, I've been broken-hearted, blue since the day we parted," you all belt together, and when you glance at Eddie to see him smiling widely with dimpled cheeks and little scrunched lines at the edges of his warm brown eyes, it strikes you, for the first time, just how downright pretty he is. When those brown eyes catch yours, you don't look away from him, drawn in as the song concludes:

"Mamma mia, now I really know— my my, I could never let you go!"

And with that, your time at Insa comes to a close— but the night is far from over.

-

Inviting Eddie and Chrissy back to the apartment is inevitable, and you smile as Eddie opens the back passenger door of his van for you. "Comfy?" He grins, pulling the seatbelt down to press into your hand. "Buckle up," he says, voice warm and teasing as you giggle. 

"You may think he's kidding," Chrissy says, sweet voice floating back to you from the front seat as Eddie closes your door. "But Eddie is probably the worst driver I've ever met, so… I'd make sure you heed his advice."

When Eddie practically throws himself into the driver's seat, hand jerking the gearshift into reverse as he peeks back over his shoulder, the wicked mischievousness in those brown eyes has you scrambling for Steve's hand to hold tight. "I'm not the worst driver," Eddie says lightly, eyes glinting as he adds, "but I am the craziest."

Despite Eddie's ominous teasing, you make it back to your apartment happy and in one piece. In fact, you're practically effusive from the alcohol and leftover merriment despite how you stumble trying to toe off your boots on the welcome mat. Your loveseat is still littered with the remains of your planned night in— fuzzy socks and knitted blanket strewn across the cushions, Switch balanced on the arm. You gather your items as your boyfriend and guests shed their coats and shoes. Once the socks have been tossed in your hamper and the Switch returned to its ottoman, you reenter the living room with your folded blanket to see Steve and Eddie seated together on the big couch. 

Chrissy pulls the knit from your hands, draping it over the loveseat with impatience.

"What?" you say, perplexed as she pulls you along with purpose, but all becomes clear as she releases your hand to run her fingers lightly down your cardigan instead, smiling coquettishly.

"Let's give the boys a little show again," Chrissy suggests, hand trailing up your sheer black tights, fingertips skimming your thigh as you glance at the couch. And you see that heated look again in brown and hazel— the one they'd worn as you and Chrissy performed Before He Cheats . Heat that coils into you, that echoes the comfortable fuzz in your head from the soju; heat that reminds you of the power you'd discovered, the taste you'd wanted more of. 

You palm Chrissy's waist, crinkling the shapeless fabric against her lithe body as you slant an alluring glance at Steve and Eddie. "Yes," you murmur, "let's." Your smile stretches as you watch them shift against the couch— legs widening, palms rubbing on knees, heads falling back to observe the show.

Caught in the hypnotic power of their masculine gazes, you and Chrissy undress each other, peeking glances at your men as you reveal skin little by little. She slides your cardigan from your shoulders, air cold against your bare arms as you lift her dress to tease a glimpse of her panties before letting it fall again, giggling with her as the men huff their impatience. 

Gradually, Chrissy sheds each article of clothing from your body: your tank top to reveal your midnight blue bra, your tight black skirt— which nearly gets stuck on your ass, which would have been embarrassing if you hadn't noticed how both Eddie and Steve's eyes were wide and rapt as it finally bounced free— and your white socks. Finally, she peels your sheer black tights down your legs, revealing a matching set of cheeky midnight blue panties cut high on your hips. You run your hands along her clothed waist again as Chrissy smiles at you with pink bow lips, eyes meeting. You know what her expression means because you're feeling it too: the heady desire practically palpable in the air as it rolls off your boyfriends. The sensual feminine control you have over them in this moment, made more potent together.

Chrissy is wearing much less clothing than you, so you gently lift her dress over her head last, revealing a set of aggressively strappy black lingerie. She runs her hand over your bare waist to settle on the small of your back, and your hand settles on her hip, fingers resting against the thin strap of her thong. Together, you turn to face the couch, bodies on display for devouring gazes.

And devour they do— they no longer lean back against the couch, feigning nonchalance. No, Steve and Eddie are so clearly wound tight by your mutual display, eyes dark and gleaming as you both draw closer. 

You and Chrissy have a choice now: begin the night by approaching your own boyfriends, comfortable and safe; or, perhaps, decide to approach the other man on the couch, whose touch is still unfamiliar and thus tempting. As you glance between them— first at the roguish swoop of Steve's bangs over hungry hazel, the look on his face one you've seen many times before, and then to the wildness of Eddie's long disheveled curls, brown eyes darkened like ink, the look on his face one that makes you flutter with nerves— you realize that your emerging boldness isn't yet enough to steer you away from the comfort of Steve's arms.

You gently pull from Chrissy, eyes fixed on the buttons of Steve's shirt. As soon as you get close enough, his hands attach to your hips, warm and broad and not at all timid as he pulls you onto his lap. You settle, humming as he kneads the flesh of your ass. As his lips find the sensitive spot underneath your jaw, your eyes slip closed to work the buttons of his shirt open by feel. The couch dips to your right as Chrissy mirrors you on Eddie's lap, and you sneak a tiny peek at what they're doing. You see Eddie's thumb drag her bottom lip down as her hands dip to the hem of his muscle shirt. "Mmm," you hum again, breathy and quiet, as Steve sucks lightly on your neck, fingers moving faster to pop his buttons so you can feel the press of his skin against yours. 

As soon as you get the last button free, you pull away from Steve's mouth, dragging the fabric down his shoulders, revealing a dense cloud of hair on his chest. It's soft like fur under your fingers as you stroke him— your favorite thing to do when Steve's shirt is first removed— and you get just a glimpse of hazel nearly swallowed by black pupils before Steve's mouth claims yours.

Your fingers continue to drag through the hair on his chest as Steve cradles you close with solid arms, tongue dipping wet and insistent into your mouth. It's a novel experience to be making out on the couch next to another half-naked couple like this. You find with the doubled sounds blending together— the soft smack of lips, the subtleness of deepened breaths, the masculine rumble of low groans, the high, breathy moans to compliment them— that when the throb starts within you, it intensifies quickly, burning in your belly, building insistent need that demands to be sated.

Steve pulls you closer by your ass, the motion dragging your panties against his jeans, catching your clit just right to throw kindling on the burn. When his hands palm your breasts over your bra, your fingers find the buckle of his belt, tugging at it until it jangles loose and you can pull down his zipper. Steve leaves your mouth to press blistering kisses along your jaw; you lift your hips, and he dips lower on your neck to reach his pants, shimmying them down his legs until he can kick them off into a haphazard pile.

You sigh as Steve mouths at your neck, tangling your fingers in the thick waves of his brown hair when he starts to suck a mark, the sting adding to your kindling. And as you tilt your head back to give him more access, you hear it— quiet murmuring, a delicate voice pitched thick and sultry beside you.

"Am I your bad girl, Eddie?"

Your eyes pop open as surprise rushes, and you can't help but dart a quick glance at the couple beside you: sweet Chrissy with her powdery-soft eyes and saccharine smiles, face flushed as Eddie's plush lips drag against her throat when he murmurs back, "You know you are, baby."

Chrissy hums in pleasure, and you suck in a quick breath as you see Eddie's pink tongue dart out to lick at her skin, the sight conjuring the phantom brush against your own throat— wet and warm opposite Steve's sucking lips. You stifle a whimper as you burn hotter between your legs, hips shifting against Steve's lap as he sucks your neck more aggressively. And then Chrissy talks again, still quiet, but yet more shocking:

"I'm just a dirty little slut for you—"

Steve's lips suddenly pop from your neck, and you sway as his nose abruptly drags against your throat when he turns to look. "Damn, Chrissy," he rasps, sounding almost as surprised as you feel. "You've really got a mouth on you, huh?"

Chrissy's blue eyes widen, her gaze darting from you to Steve as she shrinks slightly in Eddie's arms, suddenly bashful. "No, no," Steve assures her, "it's a good thing. It's hot." He pulls one arm away from your back to clasp her forearm, rubbing his thumb soothingly against her skin. When your boyfriend smiles at her, you watch Chrissy's expression soften, a tiny relieved smile curling in return. "No need to be shy," he murmurs, soft and kind, and as you look at his profile— alkaline nose, stubble dusting his jaw, thick dark brows tugged up in an earnest expression of reassurance— you feel a sudden rush of fond affection for Steve Harrington. 

You glance at Chrissy again, smiling encouragingly when she meets your eyes before looking back at Steve. And you notice that Steve hasn't drawn his hand from Chrissy's arm, and Chrissy's gaze is running over Steve's face, and if they're looking at each other, then, well, that leaves you free to search for that pair of beautiful brown eyes.

And you find them— your heart thumps as you look at Eddie to see him already staring back at you, intent on your face. You feel that flutter of wings kick up as your gaze roves over him, heart beating faster at the sight of that dark body armor exposed again, so stark on the pale quartz of his arms and chest. 

Instantly, you need the press of Eddie's inked skin against yours.

You don't know if Eddie can see the desire in your eyes or if maybe he's just thinking the same thing as you— either way, it brings both relief and unbelievable tension when he murmurs, voice huskier than usual, "Do we wanna mix things up a bit?"

The implication is clear, and as Steve's palm drags lightly up your back, lips pressing against your temple, you look to Chrissy. 

Her face is flushed, blue eyes hazy with want as she watches Steve nuzzle against your skin; when her gaze catches yours, agreement flows between you. 

You each slip from your boyfriends' laps, exchanging soft smiles as you brush by one another to switch places. There's so much of Eddie's pale skin on display, so many dark trails of ink that weave across his chest and down his arms. Your gaze drags along them until it travels lower over his abdomen, over his soft stomach, over the trail of dark hair that leads down below checkered boxers, loose fabric obscuring what's beneath. You're willing— more than willing— but looking down into Eddie's dark eyes causes those wings to stir up, to flutter wildly with a potent mixture of anticipation, nervousness, and desire. 

Slowly, Eddie leans forward, gaze locked on your wide eyes, assessing your reaction as he draws closer. He touches you carefully; his fingertips drag lightly over your thigh, feather-light, traveling up, up, up until they brush against the lace of your panties at your hip. And when just the tip of his index finger sneaks beneath it, the touch coaxes you closer, drawing you to his ink and smoke.

When you settle on his lap, the drag of Eddie's warm arms as they close around your back makes you shiver despite their heat, lips parting as you near those brown eyes, that soft nose, that strong jaw, those full pink lips. Eddie tilts his chin up for you, an invitation, and his warm breath puffs against your lips before they finally meet again. 

Kissing Eddie is just like kissing Steve, but also nothing like it at all. His arms are firm like Steve's, and his lips are full like Steve's, and he holds you close like Steve does. But Eddie's curls brush against your neck, teasing your skin; Eddie's scent is muskier, less crisp than Steve's; and Eddie doesn't dive into your mouth like Steve does after three long years of dating. He's more polite— not quite hesitant, but careful as his lips press to yours, not deep or thorough enough to sate the want that's throbbing between your legs. And you appreciate his consideration, but you need more.

You tilt your head, fingers finding his jaw as you press closer, urging him silently to take more of you. Your arousal flutters when you pull that breathy groan again from his throat at your eagerness, and Eddie's arms tighten, pressing your breasts to his chest as he leans into you with his kiss. Your blood sings as he kisses you deeper for a while until he pulls from your mouth to duck to your neck. Eddie licks a path up your throat, slick and hot, and you tip your head to give him room, arms draping over his shoulders, fingers finally tucking into those wild curls you've been admiring from afar. 

Eddie groans quietly against your skin as his hands run over your back, calloused and rough, dragging over your shoulders and spine with a tantalizing rasp. You notice that his fingers begin to linger near the band of your bra, and you anticipate his question before it rumbles against your throat. "Can I take this off?"

Though you'd been prepared for it, as it's voiced, the question makes those wings flutter again, mixing nerves with arousal. A quick breath, the press of your fingers into curls to ground you, and then you answer. "Yes," you whisper, breathing deep as you feel him work at the clasp.

A high moan next to you has your eyes darting to the left for the first time since you'd crawled into Eddie's lap. Steve is sucking at the thin column of Chrissy's throat. You wonder briefly if it's invasive to watch them, but the thought melts as you notice Chrissy's bra is already off, and your boyfriend's broad hand is gripping her breast, fingers rolling her nipple.

Chrissy's breasts are just as delicate as the rest of her: small and perky, with little pink nipples nearly engulfed by Steve's broad fingers. So different from your breasts, different enough to make a sudden flash of insecurity prickle as they fall free from your bra, bottom-heavy.

You turn away from Chrissy, nerves sharpening when you see Eddie's gaze roving over your breasts. The instinctual desire to hide is strong, but Eddie speaks before you can. "Look at you," he hums, practically a purr as he looks up at you, eyes glittering with approval. His voice startles you, and you feel your cheeks flush as he presses you gently closer with his palm against your spine. When Eddie kisses the base of your throat, plush lips soft and warm, your nerves settle; when he nips downward, the flutters take over as you stretch your spine, angling your chest up for him.

As Eddie's lips draw closer to your nipple, you shift your hips unconsciously, body seeking to ease the ache between your legs. When he hums, hands wrapping around your hips, you realize that Eddie is very vocal— you can hear each time he responds to something you've done, and you find you enjoy having that knowledge, that confirmation. When he lifts your hips slightly so he can adjust beneath you, the groan he muffles against your skin when his hardening length presses against your pussy echoes the relief you feel inside but don't voice. He's hot through those loose boxers, firm as he drags against your heat when you shift your hips experimentally again, quietly exploring how he feels. But when his lips close around your nipple, sucking at the same time you use him to drag friction against your clit, you can't prevent the tiny whimper that escapes your lips.

Eddie switches to the other breast, presses his face closer, sucks harder, and you're pleased that he seems to have enjoyed your sound. Calloused hands meet at the small of your back, silently urging you forward; encouraged, you rock against him again. With each shift of your hips on his lap and each hot lave of his tongue against your nipples, you stoke each other's fires, clear in how you throb harder and he hardens further beneath you.

You hear Chrissy murmur again, coquettish and smooth: ""You know, Steve, I can be your little slut, too."  

You don't look, eyes closed while Eddie lavishes your breasts, but you hear your boyfriend chuckle breathlessly, husky and eager. "Yeah?" Chrissy hums, and their lips smack, soft groans and moans falling from them, washing over you. The heat in their voices— the evidence of their pleasure— adds to your own pleasure, and you move your hips more boldly against Eddie's lap as you hear it. You're enjoying how he's sucking your nipples, each brush of his tongue zinging to your pussy, but your desire suddenly shifts. You use the fingers buried in his hair to tug him lightly from you, pussy pulsing as he startles a slight groan, brown eyes snapping to yours as his pupils dilate. 

It only confirms what you'd just realized: Eddie's reactions feed you, and you're hungry for more.

You tilt his head back, ducking to kiss and suck at the edge of his jaw, mouthing at the pale quartz of his throat. You wonder what Eddie would do if you worked a bruise into his skin— would he suck in a delicious gasp of air? Would he moan, chest rumbling against your breasts? Would his hips twitch beneath you, pressing himself up into your heat? 

To experiment, you kiss him sweetly beneath his ear, stimulating the skin before taking it between your teeth, nipping gently. You feel his breath catch in his chest; his hands take firm hold of your hips for the first time, dragging you against his hard cock. 

And oh, is it so utterly satisfying when Eddie's hips press up into you, wanting you closer as you suck and nip at his throat. When he starts a slow, steady grind, pushing you down against his cock as he drags friction along your clit, both of your breaths deepen, quicken, murmuring small sounds of pleasure into each other's skin and hair. Arousal begins to tighten low in your belly, kindling finally catching fire, pussy now slick and heated.

"I need your mouth on my cunt, Steve."

You flush hotter as you hear Chrissy's words and feel Eddie's fingers tighten against your hips. The idea sits loaded between you as Steve murmurs something to Chrissy, presumably about her proposition, but you can't be bothered to listen as you feel Eddie swallow under your lips, chest pressing to your breasts with his deep breath.

Eddie's fingers find your jaw then, gently guiding you up to look into his eyes: brown burnished to warm amber, lit from within by feverish desire. Desire for you. It makes you pulse again, knees squeezing lightly against the outside of his hips.

After looking at you for a moment, Eddie draws closer, soft nose brushing your ear. "You wanna?" he husks, lips feather-light against the skin of your throat. Tantalizing smoke flows, inflating your lungs as he asks, "You want me to go down on you?"

You bite your lip as a thrill pulses through you, and you nod, frizzy curls brushing your cheek. He kisses you again underneath your ear, firmer now, seeming eager at your answer. His eagerness settles into you, and your excitement rises as Eddie kisses a path back to your lips. You cup his jaw as he reaches your mouth, opening your lips for him, tasting his tongue for the first time. 

Eddie's tongue is sweet like soju and spicy like cinnamon gum, but it mostly tastes like nothing you've tasted before— his flavor, you suppose. His tongue is firm and wet as it dips into your mouth, and you press yourself to his chest as you taste him, wanting every inch of his skin against your own, as much as you can touch. 

Beside you, Chrissy squeals as the couch suddenly shifts, and you part from Eddie's mouth in surprise at the sudden movement. You see Steve carrying her to the loveseat; lithe, pale arms wrap around his broad shoulders, ankles meeting at the waistline of his tight black boxer briefs. 

You don't want to, but you start to think about how easy it was for Steve to lift Chrissy, how he never picks you up like that—

Eddie's thumb brushes against your clothed slit, and the thought promptly sieves from your conscious mind.

You find brown eyes by instinct, a little plaintive crease forming in your brow as you look at him. Eddie's lips curl in a smile when, as he brushes you again, you gasp, and your eyes dart down to watch his hand— ruddy knuckles, gleaming silver rings that look aggressive against the dainty lace of your blue panties. You squirm slightly as he palms your thighs, fingers kneading flesh, and you see it at the same time you feel it— the overwhelming wetness of your pussy, the saturation of your panties. The wet spot on the front of his boxers, which you wish was from him but know is from you.

A hot rush of embarrassment pours down your spine as you realize you've soaked through your underwear onto his, but Eddie seems not to share your sentiment. His smile grows, eyes half-lidded and heated as he draws closer to your face. "So wet for me," Eddie praises you, breath ghosting against your lips, inky eyes glittering with approval. When his thumb brushes you again, you shift into his touch, hips pressing it more firmly against your slick heat, seeking more pressure.

A glint of teeth as his smile turns to a smirk. "Mmm," Eddie hums, voice low, husked against your lips. "Good girl."

Your breath catches, pussy clenching as he calls you that— feeling bursts low in your belly, fluttering, blooming up to your chest as you whimper for him. "Oh," Eddie murmurs, voice still quiet but curious now, as if he's discovered something. "You like that, don't you?"

Your face flushes hot, lips twisting as you shrink from a response, but Eddie takes pity on you. "Lie down on the couch for me," he says, releasing you from having to answer. 

You rearrange until you're stretched out flat on the big couch, looking beyond your breasts to the valley of your soft stomach, the curve of your thighs, watching as Eddie's fingers seek blue lace. He pauses before he removes them, on his knees and hovering above you, wild curls like a dark stormcloud around his head, patient as he waits for your permission. 

Your chest heaves with a shaky breath, and then you nod.

The air is cold against your newly-revealed skin as Eddie drags your panties from you, and you bite your lip as you feel them graze your calves. You look up at the white ceiling as his hands softly press your thighs apart, heart thumping as his curls brush your skin, pussy throbbing with the anticipation of his mouth on you—

As Eddie licks a thick stripe up your pussy, your quiet moan expresses your blissful relief.

His tongue is slick fire against your heat, wet and firm on your swollen flesh. Again, it strikes you, just like when you'd first sat on his lap, how he feels different from Steve. The thought fills you with a naughty thrill, the knowledge that you're letting another man lick your pussy while your boyfriend is sprawled out on the loveseat nearby, having given his full permission. You're allowed to enjoy this, to relish the way Eddie's broad tongue parts your folds, the way he drags that slick fire from your entrance to your clit before teasing it with little light brushes of his tongue-tip, little flicks that make your hips shift as he stokes the burn in your belly. 

That burn only increases as Eddie starts to explore you— thumbs pulling your folds apart, tongue dipping into your entrance, lips sucking lightly on your clit, tongue swirling in different patterns as if he's trying to learn you, to seek out your strongest reactions. And when he finds something that makes your thighs twitch, or your breath hitch, or your lips part with a moan or whimper, he does it again and again, a little firmer or lighter, a little faster or slower, curious like he'd been when he'd discovered you liked the way he spoke to you.

It begins to build— the tension inside you, encouraged by Eddie's eager seeking. But it's not the only thing that builds— you're suddenly reminded of what your boyfriend is doing sprawled out on the loveseat nearby when their sounds hit you like someone has turned up the dial and stripped away any filters.

You hear Chrissy first: loud feminine moaning, interrupted as she mewls, "Fuck, yeah— oh, that feels so good, Steve." 

Steve groans, the sound muffled as if against flesh. "Your pussy tastes so fuckin' amazing." 

Another moan, higher. "Oh yeah, shit, Steve— finger-fuck me hard, baby—" 

More groaning, loud and deep. "Oh, fuck—"

Though Eddie's tongue is lavishing you with pleasure, once you hear them, you can't stop the spiral of your thoughts. You're suddenly conscious that you've been mostly silent this whole time. Should I be making more noise? You remember how Chrissy had called herself a bad girl for Eddie, how he'd seemed to like it. Should I be saying things like that? You can feel it: the freeze that begins to creep, to spread along your ribs. And as Eddie keeps licking you, Steve's voice echoes in your head: 'Your pussy tastes so fucking amazing,' he'd told Chrissy. Steve has never said you taste bad or anything— he's never really said anything about your taste before. What if I don't taste as good as her? What if Eddie doesn't like the way I taste but is too nice to say anything? What if—?

When the wet heat of Eddie's tongue leaves you, it almost seems like confirmation of your spiraling thoughts— the freeze travels up your throat, brow twitching with distress until you feel the couch shift underneath his weight. And then he's there: fingers brushing back the hair at your temple, brown eyes staring calmly into your own, warm skin covering you as your thighs part to accommodate his hips. 

Eddie's voice is a soft murmur. "You're all tangled up in your head, aren't you?"

Your eyes dart between each of his as you look up at him shyly, swallowing thick against the freeze. But his warm gaze is melting it; the heat of his chest is sinking into your ribcage. You nod for him.

"Focus on me," he says, ducking his head to press his lips to yours. 

And as you breathe slowly through your nose, lips parting to allow him access, Steve and Chrissy recede. You let them fade as Eddie coaxes you back to him, tongue slick against yours, fingers stroking your cheeks and jaw and neck until you make a breathy sound against his lips and your hips shift up into his, seeking, wanting. "There she is," Eddie murmurs, approval clear in that rasp of smoke he breathes into your mouth. He pulls back, curls brushing your collarbone as he strokes your hair again. "I wanna make you feel good," he says. "Will you let me make you feel good?"

"Yes," you whisper.

Eddie hovers nearby, waiting patiently as you look into his eyes, that warm brown burnished to amber. And then you stretch your neck to kiss him. 

As soon as your mouth meets his, he leans in, lips pillow-soft and plush, sticking slightly as you pull away. You're rewarded with a crook of a smile and a smoky purr. "That's it, sweet girl."

It's like 'sweetheart,' like 'good girl,' except it's so much fucking better. Your pussy pulses, hips pressing up into him as feeling blooms in your body, sweet like a rush of rain. You kiss Eddie again, more passionately this time, hands cupping his jaw to keep him close. He groans against your mouth, hips pressing his cock to your pussy, only the thin fabric of his boxers separating your hot skin. Mouths open, wet, sloppier than before, tasting of alcohol and cinnamon and musk— the flavor of your pussy on his tongue. 

And when Eddie, now satisfied that he will sustain your attention, travels down your body— dropping kisses over the peaks of your breasts, the slope of your soft stomach, the wide curve of your hip— you aren't thinking about anything except his mouth on you: where it is now, and where it's going to be as it travels lower, lower, lower.

As his broad tongue parts you again, your hips twitch up into him, less inhibited now. Eddie groans against your heat, vibrating deliciously, and you feel that fire burn hot in your belly as he noses your clit, tongue dipping into your entrance. He moves back up, lips sucking on your clit, and your sigh turns to a moan as you feel his finger press inside, stretching you slowly. You reach down for him, soft fingers weaving with callused where his hand rests against your hip. 

And it's so strange. His tongue is working your clit, and his finger is stretching you open. But it's when Eddie squeezes your hand, fingers holding tightly to yours, that something shifts inside: creeping, extending into peat, quivering down into soil at the bottom of you.

Distantly, you register that Chrissy's moaning and mewling have begun to intensify, to crest in a wave of feminine satisfaction. But you don't think about that. You're thinking about the sound Eddie makes as you tangle the fingers of your other hand in his hair, the way he moans against your swollen flesh, voice pitched higher than before. Discovering that reaction makes you wonder how else you might make him react. You imagine that pale quartz skin flushed as you take him into your mouth; you imagine that strong jaw tensing as you lower onto him, engulfing him in your wet warmth. You imagine those plush lips spilling groans as you rock on his length; you imagine his brow contorting in pleasure as he empties inside you.

And with these imaginings, you're nearly shocked to feel that tightening in your lower belly, the tingling burn that signals your approaching orgasm. You're shocked because this never happens— not from being eaten out. Not from being fingered. And your breath quickens, fingers grasping desperately onto Eddie's as your muscles tense in anticipation, head tilting back as you begin to moan louder, for once unconcerned about the noise you're making—

The creak of the coffee table is abrupt and utterly startling, and your eyes pop open as adrenaline spikes in your chest, gaze darting toward the sound.

It's Steve, sitting on the table, hard cock trapped behind tight boxers, hazel eyes darting intently between your face and your spread legs.

And it's Chrissy, standing beside him, letting Steve guide her onto his lap as her blue eyes rove over your naked body.

Instantly, your muscles tense for a different reason, your arousal withering under the weight of their stares, feeling like you're a bug under a microscope.

You realize, with startling clarity, that the brush of Eddie's tongue and the press of his finger is no longer stimulating you, that your orgasm has been chased away by your audience. Eddie hasn't noticed yet that things have changed for you, and you desperately want to keep it that way. And it's not the first time you've faked an orgasm for Steve. It's not that it doesn't feel good, that Steve isn't good at it— clearly, he must be since he made Chrissy cum. It's because you can never fully relax enough to let yourself go. 

So you do what you always do: you make your chest heave with deepened breaths, tense your legs against Eddie's ears, but not too hard; and then, when you deem you've gone long enough, you throw back your head, drag your moans out as you twitch your hips up into Eddie's face, writhing against the couch.

"That's it, baby," Steve murmurs, and you know you've been convincing.

You open your eyes when the couch dips beside your shoulder, registering Steve's face just before he kisses you. You open your lips automatically, though you balk slightly at the unfamiliar musky taste on his tongue, realizing it's Chrissy in his mouth. You withdraw your fingers from Eddie then, releasing his hair and hand, and your thighs are cold without the tickle of his curls against them as he withdraws from you. You keep kissing Steve as you feel Eddie pull up your panties, lifting your hips for him. And as the kindness of the gesture strikes you, you pull from Steve's lips then, glancing up at the man still kneeling between your legs.

Eddie's arm is wrapped around Chrissy's waist as she clings to his side, pink bow lips happily pressing kisses to his cheek. You watch him wipe his mouth on the back of his wrist, but when your eyes dart up to his, the ink of his stare— its intensity— makes you suddenly want to squirm.

Unnerved, you avoid Eddie's gaze, pecking Steve one last time on the mouth as you brush back a rogue lock of hair that's fallen over his eye. You aren't sure what Eddie's stare means— if he's expecting you to thank him, or if he wants to tell you something, or if, God forbid, he'd found the experience of eating you out less than pleasant. 

As vague nervousness pings in your chest, you know you need to do something to distract yourself from this train of thought, and the question of what to do is thankfully answered by Chrissy:

"All right, Mr. Harrington." She smiles foxily. "Now it's your turn."

Eddie's arm slides from Chrissy's waist as she and Steve move close; when she settles on her knees before him, you sit up, eyes locked with purpose on the front of Eddie's loose boxers, now tented. While part of you wants a distraction from your nervousness, another part conjures the flush of Eddie's face as you again imagine going down on him, and you feel your pussy pulse despite the lingering nerves. 

You choose to let that decide for you.

"I'm happy to return the favor, you know. Since you got me off." You sound more confident than you feel.

Your gaze darts to his, diverting quickly as that strange intensity remains in his eyes. But when you kneel beside Chrissy, looking up at him, Eddie rises from the couch to stand next to Steve, pale hands hanging loosely at his sides. 

It seems whatever he's thinking isn't pressing enough to distract from the promise of your mouth on him.

You draw your fingers lightly up his legs, sparse hair tickling as you reach up, up, up to the waistband of his boxers, dipping your fingertips underneath as you lift on your knees to press a kiss beside his navel. When you look at Eddie again, that intensity in his face has shifted, heated, turned desirous once more as he watches you slowly pull down his boxers.

He pops free from the fabric, stiff and thick, not as long as Steve but flushed a deep, mouthwatering pink at the tip, standing proud from a snatch of dark curls. You suck in a quick breath as you see him, as he steps from his boxers and his length bobs near your cheek with the movement. Beside you, Chrissy is already working Steve, tongue swirling around his head, delicate fingers lightly gripping the base of his cock— but you don't want to watch her, mesmerizing though her technique may be. 

You want to watch the man standing before you.

Your tongue darts out to taste him, dragging slowly along the underside of his head, and you watch Eddie's adam's apple jump with a thick swallow, eyes locked on yours as you take him into your mouth. His precum is briny on your tongue, and you bob lightly on his tip until he's breathing more heavily. You explore him the way he'd explored you, trying to learn what he likes— licking a fat stripe up the underside, flicking your tongue against his frenulum, taking him further into your mouth, jaw clicking as you stretch to accommodate him. And that flush you'd imagined on his cheeks— you're watching it spread now, relishing the sound of his moans as you suck and lick him, lavishing all your attention on his cock.

Eddie's flush and his sounds spur you on, making you bold. And maybe it's the way Chrissy is so expertly bobbing and swirling on Steve's cock beside you. Or maybe it's your hunger for more of Eddie's reactions. Whatever it is, you're possessed to do something you've never thought to do before: as your lips pop from the head of Eddie's cock, you work his length with your hand, ducking your head and gently sucking one of his balls into your mouth.

His reaction is immediate and utterly breathtaking. 

"Jesus Christ," Eddie hisses, hand fisting against his thigh, ruddy knuckles turning pale white above his chunky silver rings. Your pussy throbs, and you hum; he thrusts into your fist, smoky groans slipping from his lips as you lick and suck on his balls until you feel his warm palm clasp the back of your head, fingers tightening in your hair. You release him then, taking his length into your mouth again, sucking him as you work the underside of his cock with your tongue. 

You may not be as good as Chrissy at giving head, but damned if you haven't had plenty of practice these last three years.

The tell-tale sound of Steve's release— a ragged breath, groans stifled in his throat— is unmistakable beside you, and you keep bobbing on Eddie's cock as you glance to see Steve painting Chrissy's perky breasts with his cum. She squishes them together with her hands, sucking his tip as he gasps and moans, and you're distracted until you feel Eddie's fingers tighten in your hair again. You look up at him then, watching his eyes dart briefly to the side before returning to you, remaining there as you take him a little deeper into your mouth. Eddie's fingers in your hair loosen, but not to let go; instead, he drags his palm further down to cup the back of your skull, voice a husky murmur as he tells you, "I'm close."

You hum a moan around his length, and Eddie takes a sharp breath, jaw tightening, brow tensing, dark eyes intent as he watches you suck his cock. You can feel him starting to twitch in your mouth, and you prepare to pull off and swap to your hand to bring him to completion.

And then Eddie strokes your hair as he husks, "You want my cum, sweetheart?"

The answer, before he'd asked, was no, not particularly. Sure, you'd wanted him to orgasm because that was your aim in giving him a blowjob. But did you want his cum? You wouldn't say so. Yet the way Eddie's face looks— framed by those beautifully wild curls, brown eyes hazy and inky-black with his want for you, brow pinched, cheeks flushed— and the way his voice sounds, that smoky timbre that won't stop reaching, tugging, pulling deep inside you….

Suddenly, you do. You want Eddie's cum.

"Mmhmm," you confirm, humming around his cock, taking him deeper yet, eyes locked on his face as those full lips fall open with a deep moan, and Eddie gives you what you want.

He's briny and musky but not unpleasant as he floods your mouth, cock twitching on your tongue. You pull off until just his tip is inside, swallowing him down as best you can. But there's a lot of cum, and you're not used to swallowing, so it's not surprising that a little leaks from your lips as you try to keep up. 

Your eyes open as you feel a brush against your face, and you only realize then that you'd closed them. You blink, realizing that Eddie's hand is on your cheek and his thumb is wiping a bit of cum from the corner of your lips. And that gentleness you see sometimes— it's there now, pouring out in amber brown as he looks at you, eyes deep and framed by long, dark lashes.

A flutter of wings accompanies the brush of Eddie's thumb against your skin, and you find yourself running your palm softly up his calf, wanting to somehow communicate the blooming you feel inside at the tenderness of his touch.

"Damn, Munson," Steve says, and your spine straightens at the loudness. "How'd you get her to do that?" He chuckles, hazel eyes teasing as your gaze darts to meet them. "Gotta give me pointers," Steve jokes, and you pull your head back, suddenly realizing that your lips are still wrapped around Eddie's cock.

Eddie huffs a chuckle, glancing at his friend as his hand drops from the back of your head. "Well, maybe if you tasted better," he ribs lightly, cocking a brow. "I eat my weight in Twizzlers." 

Steve scoffs, shoving his shoulder. "Fuck off."

You'd felt on the edge of embarrassment, but it recedes as their attention leaves you, focused on each other instead. You look at Chrissy to your side, gaze meeting powdery-soft blue and a kind smile. 

A sudden surge of fondness for Chrissy fills you as you kneel side-by-side while the men argue familiarly. Strangely, there isn't any strangeness between you after having blown each other's boyfriends, but you welcome that lack as she rolls her eyes at their antics, fluttering her eyelashes to imply exasperation. 

You giggle, jerking your chin toward the bedroom. "Come on," you say, smiling at her. "Let's get cleaned up and dressed. Forget the bickering dummies."

-

When you emerge from the bedroom, you find the guys have resolved their petty argument and are sitting at the dining room table, presumably waiting for you both. You've redressed in your black skirt, tank top, and cardigan out of solidarity with Chrissy since she didn't have anything but her dress to wear, though you'd pretended it was just for convenience, so she didn't feel bad. You somewhat regret that when Chrissy wants to talk to Steve about her class again— it turns out that wasn't merely a ploy to get you and Eddie to spend together that first time you'd met— and Eddie says he has something for you in his van.

The air is cold against your bare legs as you stand near the back doors, hugging yourself tight, cardigan not nearly enough to ward off the chill. It’s forgotten, though, when Eddie emerges with a swath of black fabric, smiling manically, brown eyes wide as he brandishes his find.

It's a t-shirt with white graphics: an open coffin and swathe of bats that flow across the jagged name ‘Corroded Coffin.’ "If you're gonna take my place," he says, dark eyes dancing, "you gotta rep the merch."

You laugh as you take it from him, holding it up to your torso. It's at least three sizes too big for you, but you don't care; you bunch it in your hands as Eddie explains, "Sorry it's so big— we only have these leftover 'til we order more."

Unconcerned, you pop the shirt over your head. You giggle as you realize it covers your skirt and fits easily, even over your cardigan, arms spreading wide to show it off. 

You thank him genuinely, then follow up with a tease. "When's my first show? I'm free next week."

Eddie laughs, the sound scratchy and thick, and it flutters low in your belly— the knowledge that you'd amused him. "Hold on, now," he says. "You haven't even auditioned yet."

"True," you reply, smiling as his eyes crinkle at you. You don't know what possesses you— it's a total non sequitur, and it makes no sense to ask right now, but you really want to know. "Was it good?" you ask, voice hesitant and quiet. "The, um…" you work to clarify as his head tilts in confusion. "The blowjob?"

Eddie's brow jerks, but his answer is quick and sure. "Yeah," he replies, a corner of his lips curling in a small smile. "Yeah, it was good."

And had you known what would come next, you never would have asked. But you didn't know Eddie would follow up with a question of his own. 

You didn't know he'd noticed.

His head tilts again as he asks plainly, "Why did you fake your orgasm?"

The words strike like a physical blow, and the liquid rush of hot mortification is so overwhelming that your knees nearly buckle with it. Your cheeks heat, blushing bright in the shine of the streetlight, horror flooding your face as you stare at him. The shame of it— of Eddie not only knowing you'd pretended to cum, but voicing it like this— pricks at your eyes, stinging as they water.

Instantly, Eddie looks utterly stricken, eyes darting helplessly over your face. "Shit, I— I'm sorry—" He takes a step forward, brow crumpling, arms extending, fingers flexing as if he wants to grab onto something— you, the van door, his hair. Something. Anything. "Fuck— Look, just forget I said anything—" 

The sight of Eddie's distress just makes your own distress more acute; you stumble to explain. "No, I'm just…" your chin trembles as you attempt to tell the truth. "I'm just embarrassed."

He looks even more horrified. "Was it…." He trails off and swallows, voice hoarse. "D-Did I do something wrong—?" 

Your eyes widen. "No, no! You were great. I… I just felt, like…." You force the words out, hating how his face looks enough to voice them. "When they came over to, like, watch…." Admitting this is embarrassing, but you're already mortified, so the benefit of truth outweighs the sting. "I just felt kind of pressured, and it took me out of the moment." 

Eddie blinks, frowning less fiercely now, but he doesn't look entirely convinced. But you know by now that he’s kind, so you let that strengthen you. You admit, "I… I've never actually gotten there before from… from someone going down on me. So, it's not you." 

You want to make him feel better, but Eddie Munson is too perceptive; he searches your expression, reading something there. "I swear," he says slowly, cautiously, "I'm not trying to be a dick, but.. has he ever made you…?" He trails off, dark eyes free of judgment, sympathy in the tilt of his brow.

You blush deeply, averting your eyes. Eddie isn't being a dick, but the question is too intimate. Your truthful answer is too revealing. 

"Please," you whisper instead, voice trembling. "Just… please don't tell Steve about this." 

You can feel Eddie move closer, though your gaze is stuck to the giant t-shirt hanging from your frame, concealing your clothes beneath a swath of black and white. When he stops in front of you, body close but not touching, you take a bracing breath and finally drag your eyes to his face.

Those bright brown eyes are so big, and Eddie's touch is careful as he pulls you in, folding you in the cradle of his arms. The chill of the outdoors is soothed; hot embarrassment fades as you breathe in smoke and apples. You let him hold you, burying your nose in his collar, chasing that scent until he speaks relief. 

"It's okay, sweetheart," Eddie murmurs. "I won't tell anyone. I promise."

-

Not long after Eddie and Chrissy have left, your phone vibrates.

You're brushing your teeth, swathed in flannel pajamas, squinting in the bathroom light as you hear it, and when you swipe to unlock it, peering down at the text, you smile through foamy toothpaste.

'If you want to take over as frontwoman of Corroded Coffin, you're gonna need to nail your audition song.' Eddie has followed the text with a Spotify link.

You spit, rinsing it down as you plunk your toothbrush into its holder. "I'm taking out the trash real quick," you tell Steve, carrying your phone past the bed where he's reclining, scrolling on his own phone.

The apartment stairwell echoes with My Curse by Killswitch Engage; it trails after you all the way to the trash room. This is better than Lacuna Coil— it's driving but somehow still melodic, and that first howl is so guttural that it quivers behind your ribs. On the way back up, you pause at the third story landing as you open up your text messages and record the voice note, typing, 'You can send in your two weeks now.' 

At first, you feel silly. But when you listen back, your voice sounds full, echoing off the stairwell walls. And you haven't gone overboard; you've only sung about fifteen seconds, your favorite part of the song, enamored by the strength of the singer's baritone, the emotion in his vibrato: 'There is love burning to find you; will you wait for me?'

Before you can let the rising nervousness freeze you, you hit send.

By floor five, he's answered. 'Holy shit, sweetheart. If you can scream, I'll clear out my desk right now.'

You flush and giggle at the choice of words, the sound echoing loudly in the emptiness. At the threshold of your floor, you type back, 'I'll leave that to the professional, I think.' With that, you slip your phone into your pocket, pushing open the door.

When you return to the comfort of your bedroom, soft light illuminates Steve's hazel eyes as he glances up, a broad smile spreading on his lips. "Hey," he says softly, lips crooking higher as you slide under soft covers beside him.

"Hi!" You smile at him before plugging in your phone beside your bed.

"So," he begins, running a palm through his bangs, mussing them against his forehead. You straighten them fondly as he talks. "I was wondering. Was there anything Eddie did today that you really liked? Something that you'd like me to do?"

Steve's gaze is warm as he waits for your reply. You feel appreciation rise at his consideration, grateful that he'd be willing to change or adapt based on today's discoveries, the things you'd appreciated. 

But as you think about the things you'd appreciated most— Eddie's calloused hand squeezing yours, the rasp of his thumb against your lip, his murmured words: 'I won't tell anyone. I promise—'

You realize that you can't really explain it. That it's amorphous; that when you try to grasp it, it slips through your fingers, visible but not yet palpable.

Like smoke.

"No," you answer, "Nothing really." When Steve continues to gaze at you, you realize he may want you to reciprocate, so you oblige, face open and receptive. "Was there anything you liked that you might want me to do?"

Steve's brows raise optimistically. "Yeah, actually," he replies. "I kind of liked the dirty talk. I was thinking maybe we could do that more."

'Oh, yeah, fuck yeah, Steve, lick my cunt, finger-fuck me so fucking hard, shit —'

Chrissy's mewling voice echoes in your head, words she'd said mashing together until they loom large. Self-consciousness prickles as you imagine trying to imitate her, but Steve's kind face stares back at you, hopeful and encouraging. "Yeah," you say, lips tugging into a small smile. "Yeah, I can try that."

Soft, broad fingers weave through yours, and Steve lifts your hand to press a kiss to the back, hazel eyes gleaming. "Thanks, baby," he says. "I love you."

Your smile softens. "I love you, too."

That night, you dream of smoke and ink. Roots creep, deep and aching, burrowing further down into you.

[sapphicseasapphire]

Got any legend + ravio headcanons? It’s cool if not lol, just wondering :)

-memory anon

Legend and Ravio? Cryptid au or in general? Hmmmm let’s see!

So I just finished A Link Between Worlds for the first time in December! And it was really, REALLY good, just as I expected it would be! Now, I knew the story of Between Worlds and I knew the characters and everything but it was really fun to play it for myself!

First thing’s first, Ravio is Mer. However, the war that I talked about in a previous post had yet a different ending for Hyrule’s mirrored world. When Lorule’s Triforce was destroyed and its land was corrupted, the Aquili of the realm became corrupted as well. They became monsters, those that were on land, and quickly lost their senses. They attacked everything, not just the Mer, ruthlessly. In Lorule, the Mer lost, but the Aquili didn’t exactly win.

(Remember the Ku from Between Worlds? I’m thinking that instead of Zora, the Ku are Lorule’s Aquili. It’s probably a stretch and the only reason I really thought of it was because they attacked me in the water like a Zora would, and then when I left the water, they chased me and kept attacking me on land. And I just thought “haha like Wind.”)

ANYWAY.

Ravio is the only Mer in Lorule. As far as Legend knows, Ravio is the only Mer left at all. I must clarify that Legend doesn’t know who Ravio is until the very end, so he doesn’t know about hin being Mer, either. Legend’s very used to existing in places where nobody knows what he is, and he wasn’t expecting Lorule to be any different… er, well, they mostly interact in Hyrule anyway.

(This next part can be Cryptid au or just in general)

Ravio and Legend are in love and I don’t know if that’s problematic or not since they’re legitimately mirror copies of each other. HOWEVER. They’re adorable. I think that Ravio continues to call Legend “Mister Hero” while Legend calls him a “little rat.” Ravio is very loving and pretty intense. He never hides his affection, but he does like to tease. Legend is more reserved. He loves Ravio but he’s not very open about it. In his experience, the people that he loves are taken from him, so he tries to distance himself from Ravio. If you were to ask him, they’re just roommates.

If you were to ask Ravio, they’re already husbands.

I like to think that they buy a house together, one that’s a shop on the first floor and an actual house on top. Legend rolls his eyes when he hears Ravio’s voice downstairs, conning a merchant out of their hard earned rupees. For the Cryptid au, they live on the coast where they can access the ocean. In just general headcanons, they live near Kakariko where a bunch of people would be able to access Ravio’s wares.

THEY’RE BOYFRIENDS. And I love them.

I have more to say but I can’t quite organize my thoughts at the moment and this is already too long haha! I will definitely be making a post about Ravio and Hilda and Lorule in the lens of the Cryptid au, just give me some time to think on it some more haha!

[ganondoodle]

I’m not sure if you’ve answered this yet, but are you planning on using the pirates in your TotK rewrite? I found them to be the perfect representation of everything that bugged me about the game (super interesting and thought provoking when you hear about them but kinda boring and uninspired in practice).

I really wanted Link to get a cool pirate outfit for beating them, or maybe unique weapons.

Love your work❤️

i do!

its not perfectly planned out yet since i have been working on different parts more, but the general idea is that it is a more proper band of pirates, more or less, i thought id connect it to tauro since he seems like he should play a way bigger role than he does, so my idea was to make it his sister or otherwise relative that leads the pirates, who thought that he was taken hostage/kidnapped or some other missunderstanding that leads to them sailing to the fishing village (lurelin in english? its anglestedt in german which is like, it means fishingtown xD) and taking it over in their search for him, so not just destroyed but made into a fortress, when you go there it could be some sneaking mission like in ww but i hate sneaking so that is still just a rough idea-

there could be a miniboss of the second in command that then tells you the captain made the island jotwerde (where the nakey challenge is in botw) their hiding spot/main base and it leads to you dueling with the captain since she doesnt listen to you unless you prove yourself and afterwards tells you why they are here and you are like .. I KNOW THE GUY! but they probably dont believe you so you go back to kakariko and tell Tauro, who didnt know what was happening (maybe he jsut forgot to write her bc he was so focused on work and she then assumed something must have happened and went feral bc shes like that), and he goes and settles it, afterwards they stay in both places but dont occupy it anymore and you can go and refight the captain if you want bc shes cool and i like fighting things that are more than just monsters that go and explode afterwards

i know this isnt as thought out and well working as some of the other stuff i have done so far but again, its a rough idea and wanted to connect it to another NPC we know

Thank you so much though!! feel free to add your ideas if you got any, this ones still completely changeable, the only things im sure of is that i want there to be a female captain you fight with and perhaps connect it to Tauro in some way

[rabidogbite]

THE LAMENT OF EUSTACE SCRUBB.- The War Ended & The Heroe's Reunited, The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker, The Kakariko House & The Road North.

LIKE THE DAWN.- The Kingdoms News & The General Nephus, I'll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson, Interview: "Tamsyn Muir on Lyctorhood as Genderfuckery and Greasy Bible Study in Nona the Ninth" by Natalie Zutter, The Knight's Citadel & The Secret Keeper.

STANDARD BITTER LOVE SONG #7.- The Kingdoms News & The General Nephus, Interview: "Tamsyn Muir on Lyctorhood as Genderfuckery and Greasy Bible Study in Nona the Ninth" by Natalie Zutter, The Gray Eyes & The Missing Link, P. S. I Still Love You by Jenny Han, The Engineer's Savior & The Three Brothers, Illustration of "The Wild" from Slay The Princess.

I AM THE DOG.- Belovéd by Yves Olade, Creatures by Hugh Steinberg, The Engineer's Savior & The Three Brothers, The Kingdoms News & The General Nephus, Postcolonial Love Poem by Natalie Díaz, Interview: "I Went Rollerskating With Ethel Cain" by Dani Ran.

WILD DOGS: DIVORCE!.- The Captain's Curse & The Battlefield Run, The Engineer's Savior & The Three Brothers, The War Ended & The Heroe's Reunited.

ERRASURIZ.- The Long Winter & The Unfinished Portrait, Errasuriz by Kiltro, The Doomed Town & The Midnight Spies, The Knight's Citadel & The Secret Keeper.

I'M YOUR MAN.- Attack Dog vs Guard Dog, The Loyal Dog & The Master Knight, The Long Winter & The Unfinished Portrait.

NO CHILDREN.- The Royal Engineer & The Princess Zelda, The Kingdoms News & The General Nephus, No Children by The Mountain Goats.

THE PLACE WHERE HE INSERTED THE BLADE.- The War Ended & The Heroe's Reunited, The Place Where He Inserted The Blade by Black Country, New Road, The Kingdoms News & The General Nephus, From "The Green Knight (2021)" directed by David Lowery, The Kakariko House & The Road North.

Whew, okay. Folks never be like me and outsource your images from Pinterest, finding the orignal source is a task only Sisyphus could enjoy.

Anyways. This is yet another web-weave of Call Them Brothers by @wutheringmights, predictable, I know, but I don't think I'll stop making these until this sickness is purged out of my system.

and if you've made it to the end, may i present to you: SILLY 1 and SILLY 2.

[bahbahhh]

begin again

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Two chapters left. There will be a little break in posting for now. I’m on vacation and will start working on the next chapter when I’m back. There is loads of great content over on @zelinkcommunity if you are eager for more. Thank you for all your comments, likes, and reboots. Seriously. I love interacting with members of this fandom. It seriously makes my creativity explode.

Chapter 5

for prompt “by a thread”

“Is that a golden horse?”

The road from Kakariko to Gerudo Town is long. Link refuses to push his horses unless he absolutely needs to and the golden horse she’s riding, that she has yet to name since the Sheikah gifted it to her when they left Kakariko almost a week ago, isn’t technically his, but it follows him like it is. So, when he turned north in the shadow of the Great Plateau instead of continuing southwest, it followed him happily in the direction of the Outskirt Stable, despite her pulling back on the reins and muttering commands under her breath.

“It would appear so,” Zelda answers, trying to adjust her gear casually so it covers the violet and gold saddle. Impa insisted Zelda take the Royal gear, along with the golden horse, for “luck”. Zelda wanted to protest, but stopped short when she caught Impa’s eyes. This was all her former guardian could offer her now. The last of her protections, presented under a gentler veil: gifts.

“Would have thought you’d be riding the white stallion, Princess. What did you end up calling him, Link?” The old stable hand asks.

“Storm.” Link drops a handful of rupees onto the counter.

“Strong name.” The old man tugs off his hat and bows his head. “My name’s Toffa, by the way. My grandfather was head groom for the Royal family a century ago, Princess. His name was Talon.”

Zelda presses her lips together. This isn’t the first time this has happened. Grandfathers, grandmothers, great aunts – only two generations separate these Hylians from her time. While she is an enigma, the people who filled her castle, who tended to her horses, who made her bed—all the people who died instantly when the Calamity emerged, evaporating every living thing inside the castle’s walls, are still remembered distantly by those who survived them.

And the only way Zelda feels like she can truly honor them is by knowing them.

But Talon, like the rest of the names she’s heard in the details people toss at her, like coins in a wishing well, doesn’t pull a single memory forward. In their reverence of her sacrifice, people have forgotten how devastatingly isolated she was for most of her childhood.

Her father never allowed her to enter the stables.

“Toffa helped me find Storm,” Link says, breaking the tension. He eases it further by helping Zelda off the horse.

“Beautiful horse. As is this one!” Toffa takes the horse's reins from Link. “Probably once every hundred years you’ll see a horse like this,” he chuckles. “Seems like you are made for each other, Princess.”

“Hm, thank you.” Zelda pulls her hood over her head and turns away from the inn where there is a small crowd forming inside. She tells herself it's because of the horse with the golden coat, but when she sits in front of the cooking pot, and sneaks a glance back at the stable, they all stare at her.

“What’s its name?”

A child, no older than eight, is suddenly seated beside her. She’s got dirt on her face, blonde hair in two short plaits, and she’s missing her front teeth. It sounds like there is a whistle at the end of every word. Zelda immediately smiles.

“You know, I haven’t named him yet,” Zelda says.

“How come?”

Because I’m avoiding anything that communicates ownership. “We are…still getting to know one another, I suppose.”

“How do you get to know a horse?” Another child appears out of thin air, a little boy with sandy hair and freckles, and drops into Zelda’s lap. The little girl, who is probably his sibling, scoots so close to Zelda that their legs touch. The sudden lack of personal space is alarming for someone who is used to her title forcing a wide berth, and yet, she knows this to be common with young children. Distance has to be taught.

“That’s a really good question. What do you think?”

“Sing him songs?” The little girl says.

“Pet his nose,” says the little boy.

“Feed him!” A third kid, who is wrapped around Link’s ankle so Link has to use his entire body to take the last step into their camp, rolls away from Link and sits cross-legged in front of her. Link quickly busies himself with unpacking their food. He might be smirking, but his face is just shadowed enough, she can’t be sure.

“Those are some really great suggestions. What do you suppose a golden horse would like to eat?”

“All horses like carrots.”

“Very true.”

“I bet this one would like carrots with honey,” says the first girl.

“Perhaps, that sounds yummy to me.” Zelda nods.

“Can we feed him?” The little boy in her lap clasps his hands together and shakes them in her face.

“Of course. I bet he’ll love that.”

“Do you want a honey carrot, too?” the little boy in front of her asks.

“Me?” Zelda blinks.

“You said it sounds yummy. Do you want one, too? Mr. Link travels all over Hyrule. If you are an adventurer like him, you should probably eat now while you have the chance. Mr. Link always eats like he’ll never see food again.”

Link stands up straight and flashes the kid a look. All three of the children giggle.

Zelda eyes the stable in her peripheral. The crowd is still there. “Do…do you know who I am?”

“A lady!” The boy at her feet shouts the answer with urgency.

“A pretty lady,” says the boy in her lap.

“With a cool horse for adventures?” adds the little girl next to her. No titles, not even her name. They have no idea who she is. Zelda could cry.

“I’d love some carrots, but only if you have some with me.” All three of the kids burst forward, scrambling over each other back to the stable to retrieve the ingredients. She doubts they will have the honey, but a roasted carrot does sound nice.

Link drops a honeycomb on her lap. He settles down across from her and continues to sort through their gear. His back is to the Great Plateau. He didn’t look up at it once as they rode by. If she squints, she can just make out the tip of the mountain the Shrine of Resurrection waits inside. To the left, the Sheikah Tower is dark against the sun. The blue energy seems dimmer than she remembers, only shining halfway up the tower, like the blue is slowly draining down into the base.

“You're good with them,” Link says. Zelda snaps her attention back to him and laughs nervously, trying to scatter her vision points like she is surveying and not gawking at the Great Plateau. He doesn’t need any added pressure from her.

Clearing the shrines remains his task to complete once the Divine Beasts are buried. Purah took the Slate back with her to Hateno for now, but it will be in his hands soon enough. She and Robbie are to stop in Zora’s Domain on the way to update the Zora about the delay in the shrine clearing and the plan to move forward with the Divine Beasts. A messenger, a tall white Rito wearing goggles Robbie repeatedly admired named Penn, appeared shortly after the rain stopped and agreed to take the same message back to Rito Village. Link volunteered to make the journey to Gerudo Town. Zelda asked to join him and the Sheikah surprisingly didn’t object. They just gave her a ridiculously flashy horse.

‘First time I was here, they stayed in the stable the entire time,’ Link continues.

“Well, you didn’t have a golden horse.”

‘True. But you also speak to them differently than I do.”

“What do you mean?”

He slowly rolls his fists, thinking. ‘You get them to listen. Really listen. You speak to them like a mother does. That could come in handy, right?’ he signs and then sets to building the fire up enough to cook. Zelda pulls out her water, but by the time she sets the jug to her lips, her mind is already spinning. Does he think she acts like a mother? Is he also imagining that for her? During their early travels, before the Summit, Impa and the Zora individually mentioned the importance of an heir should someone assume the throne. She blatantly ignored the comments at the time, tucking them away with all the other Royal duties she was in no hurry to resume, but Link was there, as always, listening.

Was he trying to imply this could be her purpose? Speaking clearer than what was done for her, to the next little Princess in line to inherit this fate? Even worse, was he trying to shake her loose from his side? The Master Sword is gone. He hasn’t worn his Champion blues since defeating Calamity Ganon. He’s known more for his aid than his failure now. All that is left from his past is…

His face had been unreadable when she asked to join him. Not enthusiastic, no hint of the same person who had written all those wonderful letters—flat.

Like she is unanticipated, but manageable cargo. A golden horse.

—

Kara Kara Bazaar buzzes to life with activity around dusk. There is a nice breeze off the oasis and the air is cool enough that people start to drift away from the safety of the shade. All the merchants also heavily discount the food at risk of spoiling overnight in an effort to make a final sale. Zelda has never seen Link so giddy. He grins at her over his arms, both full of freshly roasted meat, goat butter, six roasted bass, and an entire hydromelon. It’s enough to feed a family and yet when a small group of researchers asks to join their camp, he sulks, and turns back to the merchants for more.

The group calls themselves “the East Gerudo Desert Survey team”, formally, “the West Gerudo Desert Survey team”, and soon to be “the North Gerudo Desert Survey team” once they learn all they can about the Seven Heroines. They are led by an exceptionally muscular and enthusiastic Hylian named Tauro, who tells Zelda he started off exploring ruins on his own.

“I met Gagaim and Grunyon in the Shadow Hamlet Ruins in Eldin and then we rescued Wordsworth from the Forgotten Temple in Tanagar Canyon. Zazul joined after we explored the Ancient Columns in the Rayne Highlands. As you can see, we’ve gathered a few more along the way, mostly in Faron.” He gestures to the rest of his crew. They don’t try to bow to her or avoid her gaze. Formalities and forms fade away the longer you stay on the road. She remembers this well. Fondly.

Link returns and hands Zelda a skewer of steaming meat with a thick slice of hydromelon. Zelda accepts it and immediately sets it aside to continue speaking to Tauro. “You’ve researched the Zonai Ruins?”

“Oh yes, multiple times. It’s a fascinating site. I make a new discovery every time we go.”

Link lingers in front of them long enough to tug her gaze back to him. He’s looking between the plate of food she set down and Tauro. What was it Robbie used to say one hundred years ago? The way to a man’s research is through his stomach, right? She wants to keep him talking, keep them from packing up, and taking their data with them. Zelda retrieves her plate and hands it to Tauro. “Here, have mine. You must be hungry.”

“Thank you! This looks delicious. Yes, we hardly stopped for lunch. I could probably eat ten plates!” He tears into the meat with his teeth and groans. “So good.”

Link moves away finally. Probably satisfied that the food is being eaten. Tauro continues, “I started logging all the ancient Zonai artifacts several years ago. A bit of a passion project. They aren’t just in Faron. You can find them all over Hyrule.”

“Really? That’s fascinating. May I see?”

“Of course, Princess! Here, do you mind?” Tauro gestures to the spot next to her. Zelda nods enthusiastically and he slides next to her and pulls out a green notebook he keeps buckled to his belt like a dagger. He flips it open and hands it to her. The pages are filled with rough sketches of Zonai Ruins, impressions of carvings, and endless notes deciphering the contents.

��This is remarkable,” Zelda says.

“I had heard you were a bit of a researcher yourself, Princess. This is an honor.”

The fire that has been slowly dying inside her with every shrine that blinks off the Sheikah Slate map suddenly ignites. “Uh, well, yes. I mean, it was never officially sanctioned by my father, but I did study Sheikah Technology and Hyrulean wildlife.”

“You do not need authorization if you have the heart of an explorer! No one officially approved my travels and yet, I have had many! Though, it can be quite dangerous work. We ran into a molduga the other day in the West Barrens. And a few of us recently fella ill; too much time in some of the ruins that go underground. Bad air, contaminated water, dark magic.”

“I’ve been told there are lots of old places in Hyrule people should avoid.” Zelda glances over at Link. He is hastily handing out plates of food, but he catches her eye. It feels natural to want to pull him into the conversation, but then she reminders the Sword is gone and people are reaching for him. This is an opportunity to get someone to reach for her. Link’s literally handed it to her on a plate. She turns her attention back to Tauro and commits to staying there.

“Sure. Loads of them. But what’s the fun in that? To my knowledge, no one else in Hyrule boasts an expertise in Zonai linguistics like me. You think this happened playing it safe? Ha!”

Zelda smiles. “I suppose that is true. Researching requires courage in my forms.”

“Precisely! You get it! We dare to push the boundaries of what is known and go wherever in Hyrule that takes us. You should join us in an exhibition, sometime. You defeated a demon, Princess. Nothing hiding in a cave could stop you.”

Warmth glows in her ears. She smiles and flips a few more pages. There is a full page sketch of a statue resembling an owl. Two giant eyes stare through her. Underneath it, the sentence ‘Zonai deity for wisdom?’ is scribbled.

It always manages to find her.

She sighs and closes the book. “Where will you go next once you see all the ruins in the Gerudo Desert?”

“I was thinking maybe the Thyphlo Ruins.”

Link appears before them, makes a short sound through his nose, a lot like a horse, and hands Tauro another skewer. Tauro takes it and tilts his head.

“I take it that means you’ve been?”

Link nods.

“R-really? I have reason to believe they are connected to the Zonai Ruins in Faron!” What are they like?”

Link drops down beside Zelda with two plates of food. He sets one in her lap, ignoring Tauro completely until Zelda picks it up. He’s unusually close. There is a strange edge to him; she feels it along the long line of his thigh against hers. Like she's thumbing the edge of a blade. It sends a shiver through her body when he looks through his bangs across her at Tauro and signs a single word:

‘Dark.’

—

Zelda liked Riju when they met over a year ago at the Summit. Now, on her second week inside the walls of Gerudo Town, as she sits on the edge of Riju’s bed with a pink sand seal stuffed animal across her lap, and watches the Chief of the Gerudo jump back and forth across her bed giving her best impersonation of a lizalfos, Zelda decides she might just love her as much as she loved Urbosa.

The late Chief has been with Zelda from the moment she stepped into Gerudo Town. Zelda hears her deep laughter echoing in the alleyways, sees flashes of her beauty in the ceramics and gems embedded into sandstone walls, and feels her love in the warmth of her welcoming people. They permit Link to enter the village and immediately confiscate his sirwal and veil. He’s allowed to wear the corresponding voe set to help with the heat during their stay, but they tell him that it would be staying with the Gerudo when he leaves as well.

He’s training with Teake now. He’s cooled off since the awkward encounter with Tauro in the Bazaar, and although he seemed genuinely disappointed to lose both of his Gerudo sets, any gloom lingering over him disappeared when he was invited to barracks to train.

Zelda remembers it was one of the first things Urbosa would do when she met them anywhere a century ago.

Test your strength, Hero? If you’re going to be protecting my little bird, you had better be prepared.

Zelda has tears in her eyes when Riju finally stops hopping and collapses onto her stomach. The tears don’t stop when the laughter dies off. Vah Naboris will disappear into the endless sandsea in the morning and it’s like they are finally burying Urbosa’s body, too. Daruk is already resting. Revali and Mipha may already be gone, too.

Zelda pressing her fists against her eyes so hard it hurts. She feels Riju move beside her. There is a warm hand on her shoulder. For a second it almost feels like—

“I miss her so much,” Zelda whimpers.

“I was told how close the Hylian Queen and Lady Urbosa were. And when the Queen passed, Lady Urbosa vowed you would always know a mother’s love,” Riju says softly.

Zelda pulls her fists away from her eyes and wraps her arms around herself to contain the sob that threatens to shake her entire body. She sees the way Link held his hands when he told her about the Champion’s gifts. Zelda chokes and sputters out the words, paraphrasing him for the second time in a week. “I-I have to let her go. All of them.”

Voices carry up from the barracks through the open windows into the adobe. There is a mighty clash of metal and a lively and familiar call that means Link is engaged in a sparring match. Without the Master Sword, without the Sheikah Slate on his hip.

She has a vision of the Great Plateau Tower completely drained of its power and a map of Hyrule without any shrine left to clear. Link crosses Hyrule Field without passing a single guardian shell, no longer haunted by the glowing eyes that hunted him a century ago. Nothing mechanical and towering looms over the towns and cities and villages that survived Calamity's corruption.

It’s beautiful and necessary and yet, all Zelda feels is grief.

“It’s hard to explain, but a hundred years doesn’t feel like enough time. It passed through me differently than the rest of you…in some ways, I felt every agonizing second of time, and in others, with this, it only feels like it’s been a year. One year since I lost them.”

“Princess,” Riju gently takes Zelda’s hands and pulls them away from the crushing hold she has on her body. “Just because you let them go, does not mean all that love goes away with them. You can still carry it with you. In fact, I hope you do. Grief is a reminder of connectedness; of the endurance of true love. It means Lady Urbosa kept her promise to your mother.”

Link kept his promise, too. Fulfilled his oath. It would be unfair to hold him to words they never had the chance to speak out loud. Who knows, given her track record recently, it could have all been a gross misinterpretation on her part. The pull of duty and devotion feels a lot like the inescapable gravity of love. He’s changed now, and in many ways, for the better. And with the Master Sword gone, his burden will be eased moving forward. He is as free as the Wild that saved him.

As long as she can let him go.

“You’re right.” Zelda wipes her face quickly and nods a half dozen times. “Okay, yes. Thank you, Riju. Urbosa would be so proud to know you are protecting her people.”

“I don’t know about protecting just yet. Whether Urbosa’s Fury remains within me or not once Vah Naboris is gone, my official training begins tomorrow. And I plan to, well, I guess why not just- well- hold on.” Riju scrambles off the side of her bed in a careful pattern so as not to disturb her collection of stuffed seals. She disappears into a side room and then emerges a second later with a pair of scimitars.

“Buliara had these made for me. They are an exact replica of Lady Urbosa’s. The original sword was given to–”

“Link. Yes, I’ve seen it,” Zelda says, taking one of the scimitars from Riki’s outstretched hand. He keeps all the Champion’s weapons mounted in his house in Hateno. The memory of the first time she noticed it punches her square in the chest.

How is she supposed to stop loving him? He’s here, thank the Goddess, he’s still here, but that means there is no closure. She can’t bury this love. Maybe she can channel it, take this pain and pour it into something new? Tauro did invite her to join an exhibition. Maybe he will let her join his crew or she can follow in his footsteps and set off on her own to rediscover Hyrule. If she must remain alone in the past, the least she can do is learn from it.

“You should cut your hair,” Riju says.

“W-what?”

“Vah Naboris’ time is ending. My training begins. I will be focusing all my energy, all my time on becoming a fierce warrior for my people. I can’t do that with all this unnecessary weight .” Riju flips the massive braid of thick copper hair over shoulder. “It’s time to shed what we do not need. Start fresh. Be lighter. You should do it with me!”

“What–now? With this?”

“It is the sharpest blade in Gerudo Town.”

Zelda glances between Riju and scimitar. The emerald laid into the gold of the folded guard is the exact shade Urbosa’s eyes were. In the candlelight, they flash. Wink.

Zelda takes a breath, gathers her hair up away from her face in one hand, and swipes the blade with the other in a sweeping, cathartic, and incredibly impulsive arch.

The length of her hair drops down next to her. Instantly, Zelda can draw breath deeper. The release of weight she hadn’t even known she was carrying makes room for laughter. Deep and rich and exactly like her Geurdo mother’s.

Riju squeals and kicks her feet out in front of her. “Amazing! Amazing! Okay, me next, me next!”

—

Riju’s scimitars are sharp, but they are not well suited for hair cutting. And although Riju told Buliara of her intentions to chop off her hair, a spontaneous, uneven cut with a sword is not what her personal bodyguard and guardian regent of the Gerudo tribe had in mind. Thankfully, all of the warriors have secondary skills, and surprisingly, captain Teake happens to be proficient with scissors.

Zelda turns her head back and forth, testing the feeling of hair just brushing her shoulders. Teake had to take more off to correct Zelda’s lopsided cut. Riju had been more thoughtful, using her braid as a guide.

“What do you think?” Zelda asks Link suddenly. Since the cut, she’s felt a little bolder. Courageous.

He gives her a thumbs up.

“Your hair's getting long. Do you want Teake to trim it?”

He shakes his head, pulls the thin blue headband from his wrist and wiggles it between his fingers. He gathers his hair back into a messy knot and nods.

“Yes, I suppose it’s rather convenient to still be able to do that. Hm.” She attempts to do the same, testing the new length in her hands. Thick pieces of blonde immediately fall around her face.

‘You’ll figure it out. It looks good short,’ he signs. His cheeks glow pink faintly. She tucks the hair behind her ears a few times to soothe the longing in her chest. She’s grown wise enough to know it's just the sun.

“Excuse me?” A Gerudo child tugs on the seam of Zelda’s sirwal. Zelda crouches down so they are eye level. The girl has eyes like amber stones.

“Yes?”

“Are you the same princess we met before? The one from the castle?”

Zelda hesitates, the opportunity to recreate herself, even temporarily, dangles like a carrot dripping with honey. “I am.”

“You look different. I like it.” The girl eagerly hugs Zelda around the neck and then takes off in the direction of the market.

“Children like you, yes?” Riju sets her hands on her hips.

Zelda stands and fixes her hair again. She thinks about the stable children and smiles. “I suppose they do.”

“You should teach. It’s a gift not many are blessed with,” Riju says.

Something clicks into place in her head. She looks at Link, whom she saddled with assumptions a week prior over a similar comment. Thinking the worst of it and him since.

He’s smiling. It’s almost painful how handsome he is when he looks so casually sure of himself.

The resolve to release him hangs by a thread.

‘See?’ he signs.

[breannasfluff]

Kakariko Village is as peaceful as it is quaint. After the emptiness of the fields and wetlands, Hyrule breathes a sigh of relief to see another town. The area where he grew up had few people, hidden in caves, but his wider Hyrule wasn’t quite so empty.

Wild led them up Sahasra Slope from the stable and down the winding canyon road to the village. It took a few days, even with the shortcut, and the Chain’s appreciation for the scale of Wild’s realm only grows.

Now, though, they’ve met Impa and settled into the inn for hot baths and real beds. Big as it may be, Hyrule is pleased at the level of comfort they had so far. The chance to stock up in the small stores is also a blessing.

Hyrule stretches, one arm over his head and the other grasping his elbow as he walks down the main road of the village. A painter hums as he dabs at his canvas, looking up at the main house as he makes adjustments.

“Good fortune,” he greets politely. “May I ask what you’re painting?”

“No need to be so formal,” the painter says with an easy grin. “I’m Pikango. With Link running around, formality tends to go out the window anyway.” His laugh is good-natured and he steps aside so Hyrule can look at the painting.

“It’s beautiful! I love how you captured the lighting on the roof.”

Pikango puffs with pride and pats him on the shoulder. “Thank you very much! Feel free to pass those manners on to Link if you get a chance.”

He seems to be only partly joking and Hyrule’s brows furrow together. Do the residents judge Wild for his social skills after all he’s done? No one at the stable batted an eye as Wild raced in and out, cooked food, and talked to every traveler.

Tucking the thought away for further examination, the Traveler gestures to the painting. “Have you painted here before?”

“Oh, one of my favorites comes from here.” Pikango reaches for the bag at his feet and carefully pulls out another canvas wrapped in oil cloth. “Link was kind enough to get me a photo I used as reference. It’s not perfect; he couldn’t wait around all day for me to paint, but look!”

The canvas he holds up is a riot of colors and impressionistic shapes; generally centered around a large open flower. Small dots of pink wink against the background; possibly with a mica added to the paint.

Hyrule steps forward, tracing details and a tentative hope rises in his chest. “Is this—”

“A great fairy fountain? Yes.” Giving it one more look, Pikango wraps it up again to stow safely. “There’s one just past the shrine there, according to Link.” He waves up the hill. “I’ve never managed to find it, even knowing where to go; but I’m happy with my painting. Ask Link to show you the picture if he still has it.”

Buzzing with excitement, Hyrule is edging on rude as he cuts off the conversation. “Thank you for showing me, I think I’ll go ask him now. Goodbye!” He scrambles for the winding path up the hill and Pikango waves absently, returning to his painting.

A fairy fountain in another time! It’s been so long since he had a chance to transform and see his cousins. A few hours away shouldn’t be missed. Ignoring the inn, Hyrule continues up the path, slowing to a trot as the incline takes its toll.

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[wutheringmights]

Hey out of curiosity, I know most of the main cast in CTB is pulled from either Legend of Zelda game canons (Princess Zelda, Lana, Ganondorf in name, etc) or Linked Universe, but out of your original characters (especially Kat, Marigold, and the various Knights of Hyrule), did u give any of them symbolic or referential names?

Oh boy do I got the fun post for you:

Lincoln is straight up my Linksona. Just think of him as another version of the character Link

Marigold is supposed to be the typical red-headed love interest for a Link-like character; even her name is meant to fit right in with characters like Malon, Marin, and Midna.

Warriors's last name was originally going to be Warton, but I changed it to Walton when I learned that it meant "noble."

Meemaw is a reference to the Bertolt Brecht character Mother Courage (from his play Mother Courage and Her Children; I had just finished reading it for a seminar class when CTB first came to me). The characters even share a first name: Anna

Similarly, Kat is based off of Mother Courage's daughter, Kattrin; a famously silent-due-to-truama character

Kat's siblings also share names and fates with Mother Courage's sons: Eli is Eilif, and Cheddar is Swiss Cheese (yes, that's his real name)

Orlanda was named for Virginia Woolf's famous character Orlando; originally, I was going to have Orlanda be nonbinary, but changed my mind when I realized it wouldn't be a good idea to make your sacrificial character your nonbinary representation.

Shigeo's name was originally just going to be Shig, as a reference to Shigeru Miyamoto, but I changed it when I started to rewatch Mob Psycho 100. Shigeo is meant to be a homage to a common original character type I kept reading in Warriors-centric fics: the young Sheikah guy for Warriors to have a romance with. However, Shigeo was never envisioned with a romantic relationship in mind. He was always meant to be this cool, older guy type. However, I did almost have Warriors have a crush on him, then deleted that concept for space.

Gaudin was named after a French criminal for no reason. Genuinely, I just liked the name.

Anders was originally going to be named Betolt in honor of Brecht, but that felt heavy handed.

Jakucho is just meant to be the old woman version of the general Impa character to match the badass young woman version that is actually in Hyrule Warriors. Her name means "silent, lonely listening." I liked how it related to her role as Warriors's mentor/therapist.

Impa's real name, Chiyo, means "thousand generations, thousand worlds." I like how it related to the idea that she's always wanted to assume the same role as her ancestors.

I originally picked their surname Miyashita because the site I was on said it translated to something like "temple below the earth," which would reference the Kakariko Well. Checking now, it actually means "(one who lives) below the shrine," which makes way more sense in retrospect.

Ayane has no special name meaning, but her character... you do realize she's just Mask, right?

General Whitestone's name came from me asking myself what would a highly suspicious white guy in charge be called?

The name Nephus translates to "a God's son who will also become a God." Do I mean that literally? Who knows. At the very least, I wanted a snappy, but impressive-sounding name.

Vasileios means "royal or kingly". His middle name, Orionides, implies that he's the son of a great hunter.

Icarius's name is meant to be reminiscent to that of Icaurs, the famous mythological figure.

Philo means "lover or friend." A very cute name for a not-so-cute boy.

You probably have realized that the House of Nephus characters are heavily Greek/Roman coded. Originally, they were going to be Russian coded, but then the line about Faovaria being unable to attack some other kingdom due to their harsh winters would have fallen into question.

Faovaria's symbol being an octopus is a reference to how the octopuses symbolized immortality in ancient Greece.

Both of those were super off-topic. Sorry lol

I'll end with a fun fact you shouldn't look too deep into: the empire name Faovaria is derived from Farore. This was due to a concept I changed my mind about. Genuinely, it's not relevant anymore. Do not incorporate it into your theories, or something.

[aikoiya]

LoZ - Kakariko Food Culture

Ya'll, I have a frankly dumb amount of recipe ideas for the Wild Series.

Part of it has to do with the idea that, in Link's house, he could cook more complex recipes, including 2nd Tier Ingredients. Which are ingredients made of other basic ingredients. A number of these 2nd Tier Ingredients could be used to substitute multiple base ingredients in a recipe, thus giving you more room to work with.

He'd also be able to cook in bulk, which is something I feel like is holding the cooking system in the Wild Series back.

Another idea I had was that the more you cook, the better you get at it, thus the more ingredients you can use in a recipe.

So, Link would start with only being able to use 5 at a time, but the amount can increase up to 6, then 7-8. Then, maybe even 10.

The list itself isn't complete in any capacity.

Affects & Recipes beginning with a * indicates that it is already in the games in one way or another.

※ Will be beside things that were planned to be part of the official series at one point, but for whatever reason, were cut.

Some 2nd Tier Ingredients use the same ingredients, but the end result depends on which kitchen utensil is used to make it. For instance, Pastry Dough & Soup Stock are both made with the same basic ingredients, but you get Pastry Dough using a Rolling Pin & Soup Stock using a Pot. In this way, it would sort of soft block certain recipes behind a specific kitchen utensil.

Kitchen Items:

Cooking Pot, Rolling Pin, Mortar & Pestle (later upgraded to a Spice Grinder), White Frying Pan, Brewing Keg, Brick Oven, Saucepan, Cheesecloth, Hōchō-Kaku (A full Sheikah knife set in a knife block), Makisu (a sushi mat), Oil Distillery, Fermentation Jar, & Frost Box (basically a fridge/freezer that uses Ice Runes).

Gathering these things also has another affect. They improve the quality & effectiveness of your final dish, as well as increase the likelihood of getting cooking crits.

For more information on the ingredients I'm using, go here: New Ingredients List & 2nd Tier Ingredients.

For quick travel, go to LoZ Cultural Masterlist. You'll find other recipe lists there under the Food section.

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List of Effects:

Aerodynamic - Sky Dive Control Up.

Amorous - Aphrodisiac. This is a secondary effect, allowing it to remain even after being cooked with something else. (This is mostly for flavor & wouldn't actually do anything in a game setting. Though, it specifically only activates when a sufficient level of dopamine & norepinephrine is found in the body, it can likewise be cured when a sufficient enough supply of oxytocin is introduced into the bloodstream or by simply avoiding those who cause such reactions until the Amorous food has made its way out of their system. So, it only takes effect if in the presence of someone you legit are attracted to & are in love with, which is why Link wouldn't be affected. He's Zelda's & it'd only work on him in her presence. It also doesn't work on anyone who hasn't finished puberty. It's also known to increase the possibility of reproduction.)

Battle Ready - Hearty, Enduring, & Mighty all in one. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of specific places.)

*Biting - Cold Weather Attack.

*Dark/Warding - Gloom Resistance.

- Depths Stride - Dark/Warding & Glow at once. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of the Depths.)

Dawing/Dusky - Twilight Blade Attack Up. (Doubles the damage dealt by Sheikah/Yiga weaponry, Moonlight Scimitars, knives, sickles, & scythes by generating a crepuscular razor, thus dealing twilight damage. Mirror Sheilds are also more effective. Sheikah/Yiga weaponry fused with Silver Lizalfos Horns deal thrice as much damage as normal. Twilight also deals extra damage to undead enemies & Poes, this sets the spirit trapped inside free & results in a Poe Soul. Twilight damage is also noted to be purifying, so defeating Wolfos, Furnix, Bullbos, & Iron Knuckle enemies with Twilight purifies them, thus returning them to their natural state.)

Dreamy - Sleep Induction. This is a secondary effect, allowing it to remain even after being cooked with something else. (More for story flavor as somnolents just make you sorta sleepy &, thus, won't just knock Link out cold. Actual gameplay uses would only be included when you use Fuse Weapon to attach the item to an arrow or other weapon, which I'm saying concentrates & amplifies the effects, which allows you to knock enemies out cold. Without the Fuse Weapon rune, you'd need to make a concentrated sleep extract to apply to the arrow/weapon tip by hand. By default, Dreamy items don't work against boss or mini-boss enemies. However, if you go to sleep in a bed within an hour of being affected by Dreamy, you'll get bonuses when you wake up.)

- Potent Dreamy - Powerful Sleep Induction. This is a secondary effect, allowing it to remain even after being cooked with something else. (Unlike Dreamy, Potent Dreamy will absolutely knock Link the fuck out. It's basically a tranquilizer. Note that only the scent of a Mawkap will wake him up afterwards.)

Eclating/Glaring - Light Blade Attack Up. (Doubles the damage dealt by swords, knives, axes, sickles, & scythes by generating a cutting light thus dealing light damage. Light-based weapons such as the White Sword of the Sky, the Master Sword, the Sword of the Six Sages, the Bow of Light, & other such weapons deal triple damage. However, damage dealt from using a Light Weapon fused with a Light Dragon part is quadrupled. Light attacks also deal extra damage to dark enemies. Light damage is noted to be purifying, so defeating Wolfos, Furnix, Bullbos, & Iron Knuckle enemies with Light purifies them, thus returning them to their natural state.)

*Electro - Shock Resistance.

*Enduring - Adds Stamina.

*Energizing - Restores Stamina.

*Fireproof - Fire Resistance.

Fortune - Great Deal. Briefly increases the amount of rupees you get for selling things.

Freezeproof - Freeze Resistance.

Frost Guard - Spicy, Freezeproof, Biting, & Snowdrift at once. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of Hebra & Ealiyah Town.)

Gills - Breathe Water.

*Glow - Glow.

*Hasty - Speed Up.

- Sanddrift - Sand Mobility Up.

- Snowdrift - Snow Mobility Up.

*Hearty - 1-5 Extra Hearts.

Hydrating - Keep Wet Longer. Once Hydrating reaches level 3, you stay wet twice as long. This is a secondary effect, allowing it to remain even after being cooked with something else. (This effect is most useful for Zora. Also pairs swimmingly with Zora weaponry.)

Hydrophilic - Gills & Rapid at once. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the Zora. Also pairs swimingly with Zora weaponry.)

*Icy/Chilly - Heat Resistance.

Lava Guard - Fireproof & Rapid. Allows to swim in lava. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the Gorons & Mogma of Gorondia.)

Lightningproof - Nullifies Lightning.

- Lightning Guard - Lightningproof & Stormy/Charged at once. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of Faron, Ordona, & the Gerudo Desert.)

*Mighty - Attack Up.

Photosynthesis - Sunny & Recovery at once. Allows you to slowly recover hearts over time so long as you're in direct sunlight or under a Lightroot, even if those hearts are effected by Gloom. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the Mogma.)

※Puissant - Allows one to jump twice. (Turns out that a Twice Jump cooking effect was cut from the final TotK game. So, you gotta know that I'll be effing with that!)

Pyrophilic - Flameproof & Scorching at once. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of Eldin & Gorondia.)

*Rapid - Swim Speed Up.

Reforge - Repairs Shield, but must be applied directly.

- Auto Reforge - Automatically repairs Shield upon breaking.

Revitalizing - Hearty & Enduring at once. (This effect isn't normally natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of specific places.)

Revival - Revives after death with 8 hearts. (Only Fairies & recipes that require Fairies have this effect. Don't worry, no Fairies are harmed during this process. The only thing used is the Fairies' dust.)

- Full Revival - Revives after death with full ♡s +1-10 extra ♡s. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of specific places. If you get a crit while cooking, you'll also get up to 10 extra hearts as well.)

Riptide - Water Spear/Blade Attack Up. (Doubles spear & blade damage by generating a pressurized stream of water, thus dealing water damage. Spears fused with Silver or Water Lizalfos Horns do triple. Also pairs swimmingly with Zora weaponry.)

*Scorching - Heat Weather Attack.

*Sneaky - Stealth Up.

- Shadow Sneak - Dark/Warding & Sneaky at once. Stealth increases even more in darkness. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of Kakariko.)

*Spicy - Cold Resistance.

*Sticky - Grip Up.

*Stormy/Charged - Stormy Weather Attack.

*Sunny - Heals Gloom Damage.

Sun Guard - Chilly, Hydrating, Scorching, & Sanddrift at once. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of Gerudo Desert.)

Tenebrating - Dark Blade Attack Up. (Doubles the damage dealt by Sheikah/Yiga weaponry, Gloom weaponry, sickles, & scythes by generating a vicious dark force thus dealing dark or shadow damage. Sheikah/Yiga weaponry fused with dark monster parts triples the damage dealt.)

*Tough - Defence Up.

Toxic - Inflicts Poison. This is a secondary effect, allowing it to remain even after being cooked with something else. (Note that certain Toxic ingredients can be prepared specially to be made edible or to make things like medicines.)

Vitality - Temporary Stamina Use Reduction.

- Max Vitality - Max Energizing & Stamina can be used freely for a certain amount of time. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs.)

Windshear = Wind Blade Attack Up. (Doubles the damage dealt by swords, knives, axes, sickles, & scythes by generating a cutting wind, thus dealing wind damage.)

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Special Attention: Whenever a recipe says "Any Butter," just assume that that also includes Browned Butter. Likewise, whenever a specific type of butter, such as Ordon Butter or Lon Lon Butter, is called for, that also includes their Browned variants.

The reason for this is because Browned Butter is just an overall improvement on regular butter & can be used in damn near anything. From savory, to sweet, to vegetables.

It's just a simple way to elevate your cooking.

Of course, there is also an in-game reason. The better quality the ingredients you use, the better the results you get from the final product with a higher chance of getting crits.

Also, unless certain ingredients are specifically listed in the name, many ingredients can be substituted for another one from the same category or sub-category. The ingredients listed here are just how the specific settlement makes it.

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Kakariko is a Sheikah settlement in West Necluda.

High Spirits Produce sells 12 Swift Carrots, 3 Fortified Pumpkins, 5 Bird Eggs, 5 Goat Butter. In AoC, they sell 10 Swift Carrots, 10 Fortified Pumpkins, 5 Bird Eggs, 5 Goat Butter, & 5 Cane Sugar.

The Sheikah cultivate Swift Carrots, Fortified Pumpkins, Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky; basically a Soybean mixed with an Edamame), Kakariko Adzuki, Shadow Yams (Dark/Warding), Freshwater Cucumbers (Rapid & Hydrating), Kakariko Plums (Sneaky & Hydrating), & Snowdrift Buckwheat (Snowdrift). Not to mention the Cucoos having a little Hideaway nearby where you can find plenty of eggs.

You can find Sanke Carp in Lantern Lake.

Silent Shrooms, Blue Nightshades, & Ironshrooms can be found out & about.

You can also find Sneaky River Snails & even some Water Cabbages (Gills & Hydrating) in some of their patties & Rushrooms on the sheer cliffaces nearby. Maybe 3 Hylian Tomato (Hydrating) plants & 1 or 2 Apple trees.

There are Hearty Truffles, Silent Shrooms, & Fairies in the Kakariko Village Cave. And a couple of Brightcaps grow in the Kakariko Village Well.

Then, there is the Satori Trees in the Zora's Domain, which gives them relatively easy access to Satori Cherries (Hasty & Hydrating), Satora Blossoms (Hasty & Amorous), & Endura Carrots in the spring.

Kakariko Plums are a famous staple of the village & the village is close enough to Lanayru Bay that they have relatively ready access to Frostclaw Lobsters (Biting), Necludic Seaweed (Gills), & other such Necluda Oceanic delicacies as Hideaway Halibut (Sneaky), Venin Pufferfish (Toxic), Statictail (Electro), Endura Tuna (Enduring), Vicegrip Octopus (Sticky), Tigerstripe Mackerel (Hasty), & other Necludic fish. As well as having access to Hearty Roe (Hearty) due to the Endura Tuna.

An Oxen Shark (Mighty) will even wander through occasionally. However, due to this being an infrequent thing, the Sheikah still haven't perfected the cooking of shark the way they have in Lurelin. There have also been Lynelfish (Toxic) showing up in the bay, which is concerning as they are a very invasive species.

There are also Fleetstream Eels (Rapid) from nearby rivers.

You can also find Dreamdrop (Dreamy; basically loquats) bushes growing wild in the mountains, which Everlost Silkworms (Glow) live in, giving the Sheikah access to silk. Those silkworms eventually turn into Everlost Moths (Glow), which are an important creature for the Sheikah due to their association with spirits. You can harvest fruit & leaves from these Dreamdrop bushes. There's also Stamstall Kudzu (Vitality) growing all over the mountains around there too. Which is good for business, because kudzu roots make the highest quality starch in Hyrule.

There are also Hyrule Bass & Staminoka Bass in the nearby Telta Lake.

And while not native to Kakariko, some Sheikah farmers have begun cultivating Hydromelons (Hydrating 2) as many in the village quite enjoy the flavor. They have since mutated into Moonblessed Melons (Dawning/Dusky & Hydrating 2).

Plus, they have strong trade agreements with the fishing villages of Hyrule, meaning they have access to a lot of the various other fish around the country.

The Sheikah actually have a secret Shōyu that they've had fermenting for over a century. The aroma is super intense, but the flavor is deep & rich, like something between a sauce & chocolate. It's super nutty. They use it to make a tea that is drunk before especially important meals as it's supposed to open up your palette & detox your gut.

- Locally Made 2nd Tier Ingredients:

Apple Jam = Any Apple, Cane Sugar, & Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin.

- Tomato Jam (Hydrating) = Hylian Tomato, Cane Sugar, & Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin.

- Moonmelon Jelly (Dawning/Dusky & Hydrating 2) = Moonblessed Melon (Dawning/Dusky & Hydrating 2), Courser Honey, Cane Sugar, & Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin.

- Kakariko Jelly (Sneaky) = Kakariko Plum (Sneaky), Cane Sugar, & Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin.

- Dreamdrop Marmalade (Sunny & Dreamy) = Dreamdrop (Dreamy), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Sundelion, Cane Sugar, & Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin.

- Satori Jelly (Hasty & Hydrating) = Satori Cherry (Hasty & Hydrating), Cane Sugar, & Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin.

Mochiko = Hylian Rice. - A type of rice flour.

Sobako (Snowdrift) = Snowdrift Buckwheat (Snowdrift). - Buckwheat flour. Can also be used in place of other flours.

- Rice Bread = Mochiko, any Milk, & Rock Salt. - First invented by a Sheikah & Gerudo couple, the 2 having bonded over their mutual love of food & baking. Considered a 2nd Tier Ingredient due to its use in making sandwiches. Pairs well with soups & stews. Called Shokupan in Kakariko.

- Milk Bread = Bread Mix, any Milk, Cane Sugar, Heavy Cream, & Courser Honey.

- Soba Bread (Stormy 2) = Sobako (Snowdrift), Baking Buddy (Stormy), Rock Salt, & Buttermilk (Stormy). - Considered a 2nd Tier Ingredient due to its use in making sandwiches. Pairs well with soups & stews.

Kakariko Anko (Rapid & Hydrating) = Kakariko Adzuki, Splash Fruit, Cane Sugar, & Rock Salt. - Used to make wagashi.

- Taidai Karaan (Lightningproof) = Farore Hazelnut (Lightningproof), Kakariko Adzuki, Sheikah Tōnyū (Sneaky), Cane Sugar, & any Rum (optional). - A chunky sweet bean paste made from hazelnuts. Perfect for desserts.

Vinegar = Any Apple/Dreamdrop (Dreamy)/Kakariko Plum (Sneaky & Hydrating)/Hylian Rice/Shadow Yam (Dark/Warding). - Made from alcohol from fermented plant foods, then exposed to oxygen, then fermented again.

*Oil Jar = Any Plant. - Aguacaté are especially good for making oil.

Porridge Base = Hylian Rice, any Milk/Broth, & Rock Salt (optional). - Whether the Porridge is sweet or savory depends on the liquids you cook the rice in.

Baking Buddy (Sneaky & Hydrating) = Bird Egg, any Apple/Kakariko Plum (Sneaky & Hydrating) & Rock Salt. - Basically just baking soda & baking powder.

Kuzudenpun (Vitality) = Stamstall Kudzu (Vitality). - Starch made from the roots of kudzu. The highest quality starch in Hyrule.

Egg Noodles = Tabantha Wheat, Rock Salt, & Bird Egg.

- Rice Noodles = Hylian Rice & Salt.

- Kudzu Noodles (Vitality & Hydrating) = Kuzudenpun (Vitality), Shadow Yam (Dark/Warding), & Splash Fruit. - Noodles made from Kudzu starch. Doesn't have much flavor, but has a silky-smooth texture. Commonly used in sweet deserts.

- Soba Noodles (Snowdrift) = Tabantha Wheat, Sobako (Snowdrift), & Kuzudenpun (Vitality). - The Buckwheat is mostly only grown in fall & winter, so it's typically a cold weather ingredient. Has a nutty flavor.

- Ramen Noodles (Mighty & Hydrating) = Mochiko, Rock Salt, Masa (Mighty), Bird Egg, & Kansui (Stormy/Windshear & Hydrating).

- Rice Dumpling Dough = Mochiko, Rock Salt, & Oil Jar.

Fried Rice Base (Energizing/Enduring) = Hylian Rice, Bird Egg, Rock Salt, any Carrot, Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky), & Stambulb. - Endura Carrots are best because they don't clash with the Stambulbs. However, because neither are the focus of the ingredient, it does make it so figuring out which affect is kept is a coin toss.

Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky) = Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky). - A savory dipping sauce best paired with fish. The Sheikah just call it Shōyu. Just soy sauce.

Sheikah Tōnyū (Sneaky) = Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky). - Soy milk.

- Sheikah Tofu (Sneaky 2) = Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky) & Sheikah Tōnyū (Sneaky).

Sly Miso (Sneaky) = Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky), Rock Salt, & any Mushroom. - A sort of brown soy paste made using a Fermentation Jar. A super food that is known to be very healthy. Especially good in soups.

Kansui (Stormy/Windshear & Hydrating) = Baking Buddy & Shock Fruit/Windfall Lime (Windshear & Hydrating). - Primarily used to make ramen noodles.

Mayonnaise = Any Egg, Rock Salt, & Oil Jar. - Originally made in Ordon.

- Spicy Mayo (Spicy) = Mayonnaise, Spicy Pepper/Goron Spice, Cane Sugar, Stambulb, Shock Fruit, & Oil Jar.

Seeker Tamari (Sneaky 2) = Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky), Rock Salt, Hylian Rice, & Silent Shroom.

Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding) = Shadowfolk Shochu (Dark/Warding), Mochiko, & a Mushroom.

Unagi Sauce (Shadow Sneak 2) = Seeker Tamari (Sneaky), Kakariko Umeshu (Sneaky), Cane Sugar, & Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding).

Shadowsneak Hoisin (Shadow Sneak) = Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky), Shadow Yam (Dark/Warding), Hylian Rice, Cane Sugar, Rock Salt, Stambulb, Vinegar, & Spicy Pepper.

Gomi Togarashi (Spicy) = Spicy Pepper, Akkala Cinnamon (Hasty), Swampland Celery/Windblade Leek (Windshear)/Heartichoke (Hearty), Barricade Cloves (Tough), & Thunder Button (Stormy). - Just five spice.

Ume Marinade (Sneaky 2) = Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Courser Honey, Stambulb, Kakariko Umeshu (Sneaky), & Cane Sugar.

Dashi =  Any Saltwater Fish & Necludic Seaweed (Gills)/Water Cabbage (Gills & Hydrating), any Mushroom (optional), any Shrimp (optional), Kakariko Adzuki (optional), & Sheikah Edadaizu (optional; Sneaky). - Used in making Sheikah-style soups. Depending on the type of flavor you want, you can use a variety of different ingredients, but saltwater fish & Necludic Seaweed/Water Cabbage are required.

Narutomaki = Any White Fish, any Seafood, Rock Salt, any Egg, & Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding). - Little cakes made from minced fish. Typically used in soups.

Takoyaki Sauce (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3), Cane Sugar, & Hylian Tomato.

Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Sheikah Sake (optional; Sneaky), Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding), any Mushroom (Silent Shroom recommended for greatest effect), & Dashi. - A Kakariko noodle soup base.

Tempura Batter (Spicy) = Tabantha Wheat, Tundra Potato (Spicy), & any Egg.

Ponzu Sauce (Shadow Sneak) = Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Vinegar (Hylian Rice), Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding), Cane Sugar, Dashi, & Citrus Zest (Lurelin Orange & Shock Fruit).

- Recipes:

*Meat-Stuffed Pumpkin (Tough 1-2 - 2:10 & 3-7♡) = Fortified Pumpkin, any Meat, & Armoranth. - 'This hollow, meat-filled pumpkin is a local specialty of Kakariko Village.'

*Mushroom Rice Balls (Sneaky 1 - 4:00 & 3♡) = Silent Shroom, Hylian Rice, Rock Salt, & Necludic Seaweed (Gills). -

- *Veggie Rice Balls (Sneaky 1 - 9:00 & 2♡) = Blue Nightshade, Hylian Rice, Rock Salt, & Necludic Seaweed (Gills). -

- *Seafood Rice Balls (Sneaky 1 - 4:00 & 4♡) = Stealthfin Trout, Hylian Rice, Rock Salt, & Necludic Seaweed (Gills). -

- *Meaty Rice Balls (Rapid 1 - 4-8♡) = Red Meat, Hylian Rice, Rock Salt, & Necludic Seaweed (Gills). -

Yaki Onigiri (Shadow Sneak) = Any Rice Ball, Oil Jar, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding), & Cane Sugar. - Combine the soy sauce, mirin, & sugar for the glaze. Then fry the Onigiri in a Frying Pan until lightly Browned before brushing the glaze onto both sides. Then, return to the pan & fry until both sides are crispy.

*Sundelion Porridge (Sunny - +5💖 & 3♡) = Sundelion, Courser Honey, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), & Porridge Base. - The Sheikah refer to it as Taiyōyuri Okayu.

- Tea Porridge (Energizing - ) = Korok Frond/Dreamdrop Leaves (Dreamy), Courser Honey, & Porridge Base. - The Sheikah refer to it a Ocha Okayu.

- Plum Porridge (Sneaky) = Kakariko Plum (Sneaky & Hydrating), Courser Honey, & Porridge Base. - The Sheikah refer to it a Ume Okayu.

- Fish Porridge = Porridge Base (using Broth; bone is best), Stambulb, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), any Egg, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), & any White Fish. - This version of the dish is more heavily spiced than it is in Ordon.

- Medicinal Porridge = Deadly Mandrake (Toxic), Dreamdrop Leaves (Dreamy), Hoy Mustard (Spicy), Sauerkraut (Gills & Hydrating), Hearty Radish (Hearty), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Broth, & Porridge Base. - A very nourishing, medicinal porridge.

Shrimp Tempura (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Any Shrimp, Tempura Batter (Spicy), Sheikah Sake (Sneaky), Dashi, Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding), & Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky). - Crispy fried shrimp.

- Crab Tempura (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Any Crab, Tempura Batter (Spicy), Sheikah Sake (Sneaky), Dashi, Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding), & Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky). - Crispy fried crab meat.

- Lobster Tempura (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Any Lobster, Tempura Batter (Spicy), Sheikah Sake (Sneaky), Dashi, Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding), & Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky). - Crispy fried lobster.

- Vegetable Tempura (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Any Vegetable (Fleet-Lotus Seeds or Freshwater Cucumber recommended), Tempura Batter (Spicy), Sheikah Sake (Sneaky), Dashi, Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding), & Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky). - Crispy fried veggies.

- Mushroom Tempura (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Any Mushroom, Tempura Batter (Spicy), Sheikah Sake (Sneaky), Dashi, Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding), & Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky). - Crispy fried mushrooms.

- Crustacean Tempura Feast (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Any Shrimp, any Crab, any Lobster, any Vegetable (Fleet-Lotus Seeds or Freshwater Cucumber recommended), any Mushroom, Tempura Batter (Spicy), Sheikah Sake (Sneaky), Dashi, Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding), & Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky). - A veritable feast of fried seafood.

Deep-Fried Dolphinfish (Shadow Sneak) = Swiftcurrent Dolphinfish (Rapid), Oil Jar, Tempura Batter (Spicy) or Dashi, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding), & Rock Salt. - Dolphinfish is best deep fried. The Sheikah refer to this dish as Hayai-Nagare Shīra no Tō-Age, but Faronites have their own recipe for it that they call Māmā-Kahe Mahi-Mahi Palai.

Sheikazushi (Sneaky 2-3 - 8:00 & 5♡) = Hylian Rice, Necludic Seaweed (Gills), Stealthfin Trout, Silent Shroom, Blue Nightshade, & Sheikah Shōyu (optional; Sneaky). - A sort of Sheikah seafood platter. Is often served in celebration of a Sheikah completing their training, typically after said Sheikah has had their ears pierced.

- Unagi Nigiri = Hylian Rice, any Eel, Necludic Seaweed (Gills), & Unagi Sauce (Sneaky). - Slices of seared BBQ Eel on top of formed rice & tied with nori.

- Kaikōmutsu Nigiri = Marine Trench Perch (Gills), Hylian Rice, Sheikah Shōyu (optional; Sneaky), & Gleam Ginger (optional; Sunny). - The fish is known for its velvety richness.

Toge Uni Nigiri = Barbed Urchin (Toxic), Rock Salt, Cane Sugar, Vinegar (Hylian Rice), Oil Jar (Vegetable), Windblade Leek (Windshear), Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), & Gleam Ginger (Sunny). - While briny, Uni is also sweet.

- Necluda Sashimi = Hideaway Halibut (Sneaky)/Endura Tuna (Enduring)/Statictail (Electro), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), & Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky). - Thin slices of fish arranged artfully upon a plate & served without rice. Any combination of the abovementioned fish will work. Can even use all of the fish to increase the amount of hearts recovered from the dish. Is technically a 2nd Tier Ingredient, however it can be eaten as is.

- Tora Saba Sashimi = Tigerstripe Mackerel (Hasty), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Shock Fruit, & Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky). - Is technically a 2nd Tier Ingredient, however it can be eaten as is.

- Tōsokurui Sashimi = Vicegrip Octopus (Sticky)/Abyssal Squid (Dark/Warding), Rock Salt, Necluda Seaweed (Gills), Hearty Radish, Ponzu Sauce (Shadow Sneak), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), & Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky). - Is technically a 2nd Tier Ingredient, however it can be eaten as is.

- Baradai Sashimi (Stormy & Amorous) = Hearty Sea Bream (Hearty & Amorous), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Windblade Leek (Windshear), Ponzu Sauce (Shadow Sneak), & Shock Fruit. - Is technically a 2nd Tier Ingredient, however it can be eaten as is.

- Seiteki Buri Sashimi (Electro) = Statictail (Electro), Windblade Leek (Windsheer), Oil Jar, & Ponzu Sauce (Shadow Sneak). - Is technically a 2nd Tier Ingredient, however it can be eaten as is.

- Doku-Fugu Usuzakuri = Venin Puffer (Toxic), Gleam Ginger (optional; Sunny), Sheikah Shōyu (optional; Sneaky), & Rock Salt (optional). - For those who want to live dangerously. Puffer is commonly eaten by Sheikah who've gotten to a specific level in toxin immunization. The meat is sliced thinly & arranged into an artful lotus shape.

-- Rainerukasago Usuzakuri = Lynelfish (Toxic), Gleam Ginger (optional; Sunny), Sheikah Shōyu (optional; Sneaky), & Rock Salt (optional). - Not nearly as dangerous as Puffer so long as you're careful not to get stuck while preparing it, but delicious all the same. Without seasoning, the white meat is firm & flaky with a mild flavor.

--- Rainerukasagozushi = Lynelfish (Toxic), Tidal Grapes (Riptide), Hylian Rice, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), & Rock Salt. - Not nearly as dangerous as Puffer, but delicious all the same. Without seasoning, the meat is firm with a mild flavor. This delicate-tasting fish is served over Tidal Grapes hidden inside rice. The salty-sweet taste of the Tidal Grapes complements the flavor well.

- Sheikah Temaki = Hideaway Halibut (Sneaky)/Endura Tuna (Enduring)/Hearty Salmon (Hearty)/Statictail (Electro)/Tigerstripe Mackerel (Mighty)/any Crab/any Shrimp, Hylian Rice, Necludic Seaweed (Gills), Hylain Tomato/Stambulb/any Mushroom, Freshwater Cucumber (Rapid & Hydrating), Lon Lon Cream Cheese (optional), & Aguacaté (optional; Rapid). - These small rolls have nori on the outside with rice & other ingredients on the inside. It's recommended that you only use one of the abovementioned fish.

- Spicy Sheikahmaki = Endura Tuna (Enduring)/any Crab/any Shrimp, Hylian Rice, Necludic Seaweed (Gills), Hylain Tomato/Stambulb/any Mushroom, Freshwater Cucumber (Rapid & Hydrating), Spicy Mayo (Spicy), & Aguacaté (optional; Rapid). - These small rolls have nori on the outside with rice & other ingredients on the inside. Typically comes in spicy tuna & crab. It's recommended that you only use one of the abovementioned fish.

- Kani to Sake Futomaki = Any Crab, Hylian Rice, any Salmon, Necluda Seaweed (Gills), Aguacaté (Rapid), any Veggie, Spicy Mayo (Spicy), Sheikah Shōyu (optional; Sneaky), & Gleam Ginger (optional; Sunny). - A giant roll stuffed with crabmeat & salmon sashimi. Gives a bunch of hearts.

- Zephos Chirashizushi = Hylian Rice, Necluda Sashimi, Necludic Seaweed (Gills), Bird Egg, any Carrot/Hylian Tomato/any Mushroom/Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky), & Hearty Roe (Hearty). - A seasoned rice bowl topped with slices of fish, vegetables, & roe.

- Tempura Sushi = Any Shrimp, Tempura Batter, Hylian Rice, Necludic Seaweed (Gills), Sheikah Shōyu (optional; Sneaky), & Gleam Ginger (optional; Sunny). - Fried shrimp on rice.

- Keatonzushi (Sneaky 2) = Hylian Rice, Sheikah Tofu (Sneaky 2), & Oil Jar. - A fried tofu dish. Said to be the Keaton's favorite treat. Often made in the fall for Sheikioku.

- Sky Sashimi Set = Solarscale Bream (Sunny), High-Flying Fish (Aerodynamic), Stratusailfish (Windshear), Sheikah Shōyu (optional; Sneaky), & Gleam Ginger (optional; Sunny). - A very new dish only recently created after the Sky Islands first appeared. The ingredients are hard to get, but worth the effort. - Inspired by Fantasy Life's Sky Sashimi Set.

- Fancy Sashimi Set = Hearty Sea Bream (Hearty), Iridescent Berata (Glow), Legendfish (Mighty), Hearty Salmon, Hearty Roe (Hearty), Hylian Loach (Gills), Necluda Seaweed (Gills), Sheikah Shōyu (optional; Sneaky), & Gleam Ginger (optional; Sunny). - An extremely fancy & expensive Sashimi Set, using only the highest-quality ingredients. While the overall flavor is mild, it's also extremely complex with definite umami. The various different light tastes are somehow able to melt together while also remaining distinct. - Inspired by Fantasy Life's Fancy Sashimi Set.

Nikogori = Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin (Lynel Hoof), any Fish, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Stambulb, Windblade Leek (Windshear), Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3). - A jellified fish broth. Basically fish aspic. A Knoutfish (Hydrating) would actually be ideal for this recipe. Using Gelatin results in a higher quality Nikogori.

Seiteki Buri Daikon (Electro) = Statictail (Electro), Hearty Radish, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Sheikah Sake (Sneaky), Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding), & Cane Sugar. - A wintertime dish. It's important to simmer it in the broth for 25 minutes.

Miso Salmon = Any Salmon, Sly Miso (Sneaky), Courser Honey, Vinegar (using Hylian Rice), Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Cane Sugar (optional), Oil Jar (optional), Windblade Leek (optional; Windshear), & Huakiao Spice. - This glazed fish is wonderful when paired with Hylian Rice. First, pat the Salmon dry, then whisk together all the other ingredients (except the leeks) in a bowl to make a marinade. Brush half the marinade over the fish. Let sit for 15 minutes, then bake at 400° F for 7 minutes. Brush more marinade, then keep baking until cooked. Around 6-8 minutes. Finally, place on a place & garnish with leeks.

Nabemono (Sneaky 3) = Any Vegetable, any Meat, any Seafood, Sheikah Tofu (Sneaky 2), Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky), Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), & any Noodles. - Kakariko's take on the Hot Pot.

Doku-Fugu-Kimo (Toxic) = Venin Pufferfish (Toxic). - The liver is thought to be the tastiest part of the Puffer, but it is also the most poisonous. Only chefs with the registered knowhow in the preparation of Puffer are allowed to make it &, even then, only Sheikah who've mastered toxin immunization training & have the tattoo to prove it are allowed to eat it.

Savory Chimaki (Sneaky 3) = Hylian Rice, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Cane Sugar, Rock Salt, Sheikah Sake (Sneaky), Fleet Lotus (Hasty), Baking Buddy (Sneaky), Oil Jar, & Red Meat (Pork). - Triangular sticky rice dumplings filled with savory fillings that are cooked by boiling or steaming. They are typically steamed in Lotus, Corn, Banana or Ginger leaves. Learned from the Sheikah, they have become a Gerudàn & Faron festival treat. Called Ladhahï Rāzxï by Gerudo & Ono Laikimahu by Lurelinites.

Chashu (Shadow Sneak 3) = Red Meat (Pork), Courser Honey, Shadowsneak Hoisin (Shadow Sneak 2-3), Gomi Togarashi, Sheikah Tofu (Sneaky 2), Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), & Sheikah Sake (Sneaky). - A type of sweet, sticky barbequed meat with a lot of umami.

Toryufu Yakiniku = Red Meat (Beef; Striploin), Rock Salt, Cavern Sorrel (optional; Dark/Warding), Starlight Rosemary (Glow), Charred Pepper (Spicy), & Hearty Truffle. - Grilled meat filet topped with Hearty Truffle. Perfect flavor pairing.

- Hoy Yakiniku = Red Meat (Beef; Sirloin), Rock Salt, Cavern Sorrel (optional; Dark/Warding), & Hoy Mustard Seeds (Spicy). - Grilled marbled sirloin topped with Hoy Mustard Seeds. Really elevates the dish & cuts through the fat just a bit.

- Ganbari Yakiniku (Shadow Sneak) = Red Meat (Beef; Ribeye), Rock Salt, Cavern Sorrel (optional; Dark/Warding), Stambulb, & Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky; made specifically using Stambulb & Apple). - Grilled ribeye topped with Stambulb chips & Sheikah Shōyu. This one's a bit chewier, but the flavor just keeps going.

- Ume Yakiniku (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Red Meat (Beef), Rock Salt, Cavern Sorrel (optional; Dark/Warding), & Ume Marinade (Sneaky 2). - Traditionally made using the Yukinoyono Niku method, where the meat is transferred back & forth from grill to Ice Fruit, making the meat very tender. The most soft & tender of Sheikah-style barbeque, by far.

- Aino San-Sō Niku (Sneaky 2) = Red Meat (Beef; Tri-Tip), Hearty Truffle, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Stambulb, Sheikah Sake (Sneaky), Cane Sugar, Windblade Leek (Windshear), & Starlight Rosemary (Glow). - A grilled tri-tip soaked in a Truffle San-Sō juice, then after being cooked, is cut extremely thinly & placed into a pile. The extremely chewy texture of the tri-tip balances out the wonderful flavor profile. Many say that it tastes like love. Either way, it'll certainly send you on a ride.

- Kakumaku Yakiniku = Red Meat (Beef; Hanger Steak), any Apple, Stambulb, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Spicy Pepper, & Aguacaté (Rapid). - A cut of diaphragm meat, otherwise known as hanger steak. Often said to be the best cut of meat. It's marinated in a blend of apple juice, Aguacaté oil, soy sauce, Stambulb, & Spicy Pepper.

Kani no Marine = Brighteye Crab, Rock Salt, Spicy Pepper/Goron Spice, & Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky). - Raw Brighteye Crab marinated in a spicy, fermented soy sauce.

Takoyaki = Bird Egg, Tabantha Wheat, Dashi, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Vicegrip Octopus (Sticky), Windblade Leek (Windshear), Takoyaki Sauce, Spicy Mayo (optional; Spicy), & Oil Jar. - Little fried octopus balls!

Kimchi (Spicy) = Water Cabbage (Gills & Hydrating), Rock Salt, Mochiko, Cane Sugar or Honeyed Sugar (Energizing), any Radish, Swift Carrot, Gomi Togarashi (with Windblade Leek, plus Gleam Ginger), & Stambulb. - Pickle & let ferment.

Necludic Tokoroten (Gills) = Necludic Seaweed (Gills). - Jellified seaweed.

Kamameshi (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Hylian Rice, any Carrot, Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3), any Meat or Seafood or Fruit or Nut. - A mixed rice dish cooked in an iron pot.

Nanbanzuke = Tigerstripe Mackerel (Hasty), Tundra Potato (Spicy), Stambulb, any Carrot, Windblade Leek (Windshear), Vinegar (made with Hylian Rice), Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3), Cane Sugar, Spicy Pepper, & Oil Jar. - Fish marinated & fried in vinegar sauce & vegetables.

*Pumpkin Soup (Tough 1 - 5:20 & 4♡) = Fortified Pumpkin, Armoranth, & Creamy Soup Stock. - 'Simply simmer a pumpkin to make this dish. A favorite in Kakariko Village.'

*Carrot Stew (Hasty 1 - 5:40 & 4♡) = Swift Carrot, Swift Violet, & Creamy Soup Stock. -

Spicy Shrimp Soup (Spicy 2) = Spicy Pepper, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), any Shrimp, any Herb, Gomi Togarashi (Spicy), & Soup Stock.

Spicy Kimchi Stew (Spicy 2 & Hydrating) = Red Meat (Pork), Stambulb, Kimchi (Spicy), Sheikah Tofu (Sneaky 2), Windblade Leek (Windshear), Rock Salt, Huakiao Spice (Spicy), any Radish, Necludic Seaweed (Gills), & Creamy Soup Stock.

Nikujaga (Shadow Sneak 3) = Red Meat, Tundra Potato (Spicy), Stambulb, Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3), Cane Sugar, Kudzu Noodles, any Carrot, & Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky). - A Sheikah-style meat & potato stew. This Stew was adapted from Hebran cooking.

Kake Udon = Soba Noodles (Snowdrift), Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3), Cane Sugar, Windblade Leek (Windshear), & Gomi Togarashi. - A noodley soup where simplicity shines.

- Creamy Uni Udon = Barbed Urchin (Toxic), Soba Noodles (Snowdrift), any Mushroom, any Butter, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding), Stambulb, Windblade Leek (Windshear), & Necludic Seaweed (Gills). - A mild, delicate-tasting noodle dish with a creamy texture.

- Keaton Udon = Soba Noodles (Snowdrift), Keatonzushi (Sneaky), Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3), Narutomaki, & Windblade Leek (Windshear). - This soup is thought to be favored by the Keaton.

Chawanmushi (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Any Egg, any Shrimp, Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3), any Shrimp/Poultry, & any Carrot. - Steamed egg custard appetizer.

Yume no Ochazuke (Dreamy) = Dreamdrop Leaves (Dreamy), Hylian Rice, Dashi, Kakariko Plum (optional; Sneaky), Windblade Leek (optional; Windshear), any Sashimi (optional), & Hearty Roe (optional; Hearty). - A soup featuring rice steeped in tea & topped with savory ingredients.

Poultry Ramen (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3), Ramen Noodle (Mighty), Bird Egg, Stambulb, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Zonai Corn (Mighty), Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky), Bird Meat, & any Mushroom.

- Meat Ramen (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3), Ramen Noodle (Mighty), Bird Egg, Stambulb, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), any Meat, & any Mushroom.

- Shrimp Ramen (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3), Ramen Noodle (Mighty), Bird Egg, Stambulb, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), any Shrimp, & any Mushroom.

- Crab Ramen (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3), Ramen Noodle (Mighty), any Crab, Citrus Zest (Windfall Lime & Shock Fruit), Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky), Spicy Pepper/Goron Spice, Windblade Leek (Windshear), Stambulb, & Gleam Ginger (Sunny). -

- Poultry Tonkotsu Ramen (Shadow Sneak 2-3) = Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3), Ramen Noodle (Mighty), Bird Egg, Bird Meat (Cucco), Red Meat (Pork), Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky), Windblade Leek (Windshear), Zonai Corn (Mighty). - Tonkotsu Ramen uses a broth made from pork bones, the best are also made with pork skin. The broth is super creamy packed with umami no matter what the rest of the ingredients are. The cucco meat & pork bone broth pair very well together.

- Shōyu Tonkotsu Ramen (Shadow Sneak 3) = Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 3), Ramen Noodle (Mighty), Bird Egg, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Red Meat (Pork), Chashu (Shadow Sneak 3), Windblade Leek (Windshear), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Stambulb, & Necludic Seaweed (Gills). - Tonkotsu Ramen uses a broth made from pork bones, the best are also made with pork skin. The broth is super creamy packed with umami no matter what the rest of the ingredients are. This version has a soy sauce-based flavor that pairs well with the Chashu pork.

- Miso Tonkotsu Ramen (Shadow Sneak 3) = Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 3), Ramen Noodle (Mighty), Bird Egg, Sly Miso (Sneaky), Bird Meat (Cucco), Oil Jar, Spicy Pepper, Charred Pepper (Scorching), Zonai Corn (Mighty), & Windblade Leek (Windshear). - Tonkotsu Ramen uses a broth made from pork bones, the best are also made with pork skin. The broth is super creamy packed with umami no matter what the rest of the ingredients are. This version has a more spicy kick to it.

Koibito Ushio-Jiru (Hearty 3 & Amorous 3) = Hearty Sea Bream (Hearty & Amorous), Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3), Rock Salt, Stambulb, Hearty Radish, Lovely Rose (Hearty & Amorous), & Sweetheart Orchid (Hearty & Amorous). - Lurelin has their own iteration of the soup called Ipo Holika Saimin.

Fukahire Sūpu = Oxen Shark Fin (Mighty), Poultry (Whole Cucco recommended), Red Meat, Bird Egg, any Mushroom (Hearty Truffle recommended for taste), Zonai Corn (Mighty), & Oil Jar. - This soup uses the filaments of a boiled down, dried shark's fin as noodles & a mainly poultry-based broth with a little bit of red meat to flavor. (Note that while you can use any kind of poultry, that Whole Cucco gets the best results as it gives a very rich, delicious broth.) DO NOT use the water you boiled the fin in! Remember to strain & skim the poultry broth until clear & uniform, but you'll be returning the poultry meat to the soup later. Add the broken up poultry & mushrooms to the broth. Later, add beaten egg yolks & cornstarch. Once done, ladle the soup over the shark fin filaments in a bowl. Finally, sprinkle a dash of sesame seed oil onto the soup. - Note that while the soup is delicious, Shark Fin actually doesn't have any flavor to it. The fin is really bland & the cartilage is an interesting texture. See, the fin is supposed to complement the broth itself. As such, it's really just a means to use up all the pieces of the shark so it didn't die for nothing. Last thing we want is food waste. On a side-note: Shark Meat is actually fantastic.

Fukahone Shuon Sūpu = Oxen Shark Bone (Mighty), Red Meat, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Stambulb, Swampland Celery, Rock Salt, & Shadow Yam (Dark/Warding). -

- Desserts:

Rice Cake = Mochiko & Cane Sugar. - Is a regular treat in Kakariko, but is also made for festivals.

Agekiji = Cane Sugar, Oil Jar, Baking Buddy, any Butter, any Milk, & Mochiko. - Sugar-covered donuts that originated in Kakariko. Often given to customers as before dinner snacks.

Dango (Hydrating) = Mochiko, Korok Frond/Dreamdrop Leaves (Dreamy), Kakariko Plum (Sneaky & Hydrating), & Silent Princess (Amorous). - Is a regular treat in Kakariko, but is also made for festivals.

- Chuchu Dango = Boiled Chuchu Jelly, Mochiko, Cane Sugar, & any 2 Plants. - A treat made with ChuChu Jelly. The bitter coating & sweet filling of this unusual snack is often enjoyed by the Sheikah Tribe during the Hanami Festival. Based on the Second Wind mod.

- Sheiki Dango (Tough & Amorous) = Mochiko, Silent Princess (Amorous), Cane Sugar, & Fortified Pumpkin. - Usually eaten during the Sheikioku Festival in fall.

Kakariko Mochi (Sneaky & Hydrating 4) = Mochiko, Kakariko Anko (Rapid & Hydrating 3), & Kakariko Plum (Sneaky & Hydrating). - Is a regular treat in Kakariko, but is also made for festivals.

- Lavender Mochi (Rapid 2 & Hydrating 3) = Mochiko, Cane Sugar, Swiftsail Lavender (Rapid), Kakariko Anko (Rapid & Hydrating 3), & Courser Honey. - The Mochi dough is a lovely shade of light purple that young women very much like. But inside is a sweet bean paste made with honey.

- Yam Mochi (Dark/Warding & Hydrating 3) = Mochiko, Cane Sugar, Shadow Yam (Dark/Warding), Kakariko Anko (Rapid & Hydrating 3). - The sweet Yams used to make it has caused the dough to turn a very fetching shade of deep purple.

- Kuzumochi (Vitality) = Kuzudenpun (Vitality), Sheikah Edadaizu (Sneaky), Honeyed Sugar (Energizing), Dreamdrop Leaves (Dreamy), & Kakariko Anko (Rapid & Hydrating 3). - A wagashi made of Kudzu starch instead of rice flour.

- Satorimochi (Hasty 2 & Amorous) = Mochiko, Satori Cherry (Hasty & Hydrating), Satora Blossom (Hasty & Amorous), & Kakariko Anko (Rapid & Hydrating 3). - Usually eaten during the Hanami Festival in spring.

- Karina Daifuku (Vitality & Amorous) = Karina Fragria (Amorous), Kakariko Anko (Rapid & Hydrating 3), Mochiko, Cane Sugar, & Kuzudenpun (Vitality). - A wagashi typically gifted to a significant other on Bonds Day.

- Sheimono Daifuku (Dawning/Dusky & Hydrating 5) = Mochiko, Moonmelon Jelly (Dawning/Dusky & Hydrating 2), Cane Sugar, Kakariko Anko (Rapid & Hydrating 3), & Soleda Cream (Sunny). - A favored Sheikioku wagashi. These cute little rice cakes are a refreshing shade of green that matches their taste. A very recent culinary creation. Sheimono being the Sheikah word for Moonblessed Melon, meaning "moon gift."

Sheikkei = Mochiko, Kakariko Anko (Rapid & Hydrating 3), & Fleet-Lotus Seeds/Bird Egg/Chickaloo Tree Nut. - Also called Mooncakes. Usually eaten during the Sheikioku Festival in fall. - Based on IRL festival pastry Yuèbǐng (Chinese) or Geppei (Japanese).

Zenzai = Kakariko Anko (Rapid & Hydrating 3), Mochiko, Cane Sugar, Rock Salt, & any Milk. - A sort of sweet bean dessert soup.

Ringo to Yamaimo no Kuzuni = Any Apple, Kudzudenpun (Vitality), Shadow Yam (Dark/Warding), Cinnamon Sugar (Hasty), & any Rum. - Apples & sweet potatoes simmered with kudzu starch.

Sweet Chimaki = Hylian Rice, any Kakariko Fruit, Cane Sugar, Baking Buddy (Sneaky), Fleet Lotus (Hasty), Oil Jar, & Courser Honey. - Triangular sticky rice dumplings filled with sweet fillings that are cooked by boiling or steaming. They are typically steamed in Lotus, Corn, Banana or Ginger leaves. Learned from the Sheikah, they have become a Gerudàn & Faron festival treat. Called Xōkàr Rāzxï by Gerudo & Momona Laikimahu by Lurelinites.

Taiyaki = Mochiko, any Butter, Sugar Cane, any Milk, Courser Honey, Kakariko Anko (Rapid & Hydrating 3), & Oil Jar. - A fried, fish-shaped pastry.

Yam Pie = Shadow Yam (Dark/Warding), Bird Egg, any Milk, Cane Sugar, & Courser Honey. - While it's called a pie, it really isn't.

Fruit Sandwiches = Milk Bread, Whipped Cream (uses Gelatin), & any Fruit. - A nice summer treat.

MoonMelon Bread (Dawning/Dusky) = Moonblessed Melon (Dawning/Dusky & Hydrating 2), Mochiko, any Milk, any Mushroom, Rock Salt, any Egg, any Butter, Oil Jar, Honeyed Sugar (Energizing), & Cane Sugar. - First invented by a Sheikah & Gerudo couple, the 2 having bonded over their mutual love of food & baking. Has a wonderful, crispy, cookie-like crust. Made in an attempt to merge Gerudo flavor into the bread. Called Shei'okurimonopan (精贈り物パン) by Sheikah. - While relatively new, has become a beloved part of Sheikioku Festival fair.

Pumpkin Pie (Tough 1 - 5:20 & 3♡) = Fortified Pumpkin & Pastry Dough (Tabantha Wheat, any Butter, & Rock Salt). - 'The intense sweetness of Pumpkins makes this dessert popular among children.'

Moonmelon Cream Cake (Dawning/Dusky or Stormy/Charged 2) = Moonblessed Melon (Dawning/Dusky & Hydrating 2), Shock Fruit (Juice), Cane Sugar, Gelatin, Shock Cream (Stormy), & Castella Cake. - Starts with a base of Castella Cake, then combine the Shock juice, Cane Sugar, Gelatin, & Moonmelon puree to make a creme fraiche that you layer on top of the Castella Cake. Cool until solid, then cut & serve.

Honey Moonmelon Cake (Energizing & Hydrating) = Cake Mix, Courser Honey, any Egg, any Milk, Heavy Cream, Cane Sugar, & Moonblessed Melon (Dusky). - This dessert has thin layers of honey cake with thick layers of cream & chunks of Moonblessed Melon between.

- Drinks:

Honeymilk (Energizing - ) = Courser Honey, any Milk, & Akkala Cinnamon (optional; Hasty). - This simple, yet comforting drink originates in Ordon, but is now enjoyed Hyrule over. A favorite for children everywhere.

Dreamy Herb Tea (Dreamy) = Dreamdrop Leaves (Dreamy) a/o Swiftsail Lavender (Rapid & Dreamy), Korok Frond, & Courser Honey (optional). - A somnolent tea that cures poison as you sleep. Referred to as Yume no Yōna Yakusōcha (夢のような薬草茶) by the Sheikah.

Sundelion Tea (Sunny - +3💖) = Sundelion, Korok Frond/Dreamdrop Leaves (Dreamy), & Courser Honey (optional). - A gentle & comforting tea with a warm, pleasant flavor that's easy on the tummy. Good way to stay hydrated when you have tummy troubles. Referred to as Taiyōyuri Ocha (太陽百合お茶) by the Sheikah. Use Dreamdrop Leaves at night for pleasant dreams.

Sheicha = Dreamdrop Leaves (Dreamy), Fleet Lotus (Hasty), Swiftsail Lavender (Rapid), Sundelion, Spirit Iris (Toxic), & Goldenmerry (Sunny). - Sheikah training their Mind's Eye would often consume this before meditation.

Gyūnyūcha Kōfī (Dreamy) = Zonai Cafégranos (Energizing), Dreamdrop Leaves (Dreamy), Korok Frond, any Milk, Cane Sugar, Courser Honey, & Akkala Cinnamon (Hasty). - A type of milk tea coffee.

Shōyucha (Sneaky & Dreamy) = Dreamdrop Leaves (Dreamy) & Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky). - Used to open up your palate & cleanse your gut before a meal. Has a very natural umami flavor.

- Brewing:

Kakariko Umeshu (Sneaky 2 & Hydrating) = Kakariko Plum (Sneaky & Hydrating), Cane Sugar, Hylian Rice, & Silent Shroom. - An alcohol made in Kakariko from plums. Typically drunk during Kakariko's Hanami Festival. The Silent Shroom is meant to act as the koji that the Japanese use to make their alcohols. Koji being a sort of fungal yeast.

Shadowfolk Shochu (Dark/Warding) = Shadow Yam (Dark/Warding), Hylian Rice, Cane Sugar, & Tabantha Wheat.

Sheikah Sake (Sneaky) = Hylian Rice & Silent Shroom or Kuzudenpun (Vitality). - A very basic, but classic style of wine. Most common Sheikah imbibement.

Kuzu Sake = Stamstall Kudzu (Vitality), Kuzudenpun (Vitality), & Cane Sugar. - A kudzu blossom wine.

- Satori Sake (Hasty 2 & Hydrating) = Satori Cherry (Hasty & Hydrating), Hylian Rice, & Rushroom. - Made every spring when the Satori Trees bear fruit. It is then drunk along with Umeshu during the Hanami Festival. The best yield is offered up to Satori as thanks for allowing them to use his trees' cherries. The Rushroom is meant to act as the koji that the Japanese use to make their alcohols. Koji being a sort of fungal yeast.

Satora Kirakira (Hasty 3 & Amorous) = Satori Cherry (Hasty & Hydrating), Satora Blossom (Hasty & Amorous), Cane Sugar, & Rushroom. - A sugar spirit liqueur infused with Satora blossoms & Satori Cherries. This gives it a delicate, fruity sweetness with notes of Sundelion & Lovely Rose. Has an aroma of Satori Cherries & Karina Fragria with subtle hints of Lovely Rose. Much like Satori Sake, the best yield of Satora Kirakira is also served up to Satori during the Hanami Festival. However, the rest is kept in reserve for next year's Bondsday or is otherwise served during weddings.

LoZ Cultural Masterlist

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heehoo i loke your Links, stuff abt them plz??

Oh hi! Sorry I didn’t get to this sooner! I didn’t check my tumblr for a hot second oops

But yes I’d love to talk about them! For botw/totk Link, I’m waiting to actually buy and play the game before I fully solidify him. I’ll give a brief rundown of each of them here, but feel free to ask more about any specific Link :)

Skyward Sword:

Tired in multiple ways. He was more carefree before the start of his adventure, but there are a lot of reasons to be concerned about these days, especially when you’re babysitting your reincarnations, some of which are older than you

That’s not to say he doesn’t know how to chill out and sit back. Given permission, he will instantly drop all responsibilities on whoever is left to deal with it

23 y/o

Huge sweetheart once you get him to stop worrying about things

Potential nicknames: Cloudy, Floater, Feathers

Minish Cap/Four Swords/Four Swords Adventures

I have an explanation for the timeline nonsense I swear. Don’t worry about it

Generally friendly, enthusiastic, and thoughtful, but he has his moments of absolute impulse. Knows far more than he should… probably. He very much enjoys being mysterious just because he’s a little gremlin

He hates being timed

20 y/o

Potential nicknames: Forge, Smith, Mini

Is currently undergoing a redesign

Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask

He’s in his edgy teen phase. Moody and has disdain for authority, but he’s still got that undeniable kindness in him. Avoids attachment but just can’t help himself

Mostly homeless, as he’s usually traveling, but he’s always got a home at Lon Lon Ranch with his friend Malon. Kakariko likes him, too.

17 y/o

Potential nicknames: Mask, Eyepatch, Sapling

A Link to the Past/the Oracle games/Link’s Awakening

Most people’s first impressions of him are that he’s quite untrusting and melancholy and that he’s very competent. Once he gets used to someone, though, he’ll open up and mess with them like an annoying sibling. Very clever, knowledgeable, and a jack of all trades. Curiosity will be his downfall

Helps his Uncle run the apple orchard. Has expanded it into farming berries as well

17 y/o

Potential nicknames: Collector, Cartographer, Pinky, Apples

A Link Between Worlds/Triforce Heroes

Very cheerful and friendly. Highly skilled in the arts, though he hasn’t had the chance to mess with yarnwork yet. Low self-esteem but only expresses it in the most concerningly casual ways

Fantastic liar. He fully blames Ravio for this

19 y/o

Potential nicknames: Artisan, Painter, Mirror

Zelda 1/Adventure of Link

At first glance, he is already done with everyone's bullcrap, but really he's a very patient and considerate guy. He is incredibly blunt about things, though. Not as suspicious of people as he probably should be, but hey, what's one more crazy thing happening?

Loves discovering new things. Has a soft spot for soft things like pillows and fairies. Tone deaf.

21 y/o

Potential nicknames: Mage, Explorer, Adventurer, Calatian

Twilight Princess

Generally quiet and reserved but will step in when he deems it necessary. Skilled at keeping the group wrangled. He is fiercely protective of his loved ones and is not as responsible as he comes off as

Doesn't turn into a wolf often. Alternates between helping out Mayor Bo with Ordon and taking commissions for the Resistance

24 y/o

Potential nicknames: Goatherd, Farmer

Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass

Friendly in a loud, boisterous sort of way, but when it comes down to it, he can quiet down and become reliable and responsible if he needs to. Fairly easygoing until he sets his mind onto something, in which case, he's going to accomplish his goals one way or another

Finds the others while mapping out the new continent, so for all intents and purposes, he basically goes missing. Does not like birds.

27 y/o

Potential nicknames: Pirate, Sailor, Sea Dog

Spirit Tracks

usually soft-spoken and polite, but will get a bit louder the more comfortable he is. Much better at puzzles and mechanics than swordfighting. Still works as a royal engineer and is good friends with his Zelda

He sees dead people :/

15 y/o

Potential nicknames: Engineer, Piper, Steam, Conductor

Hyrule Warriors

snarky in a friendly way and will joke around to lighten the mood, but he can be perfectly serious when he needs to be. A natural and skillful leader. Loves kids and dabbles in fashion

Regrets that he has to leave his era’s Hyrule because he’s got a duty to the kingdom, but his Zelda insisted that he went. After all, he’s got his duty as a hero, too

32 y/o

Potential nicknames: Commander, Sir, Ser

Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom

very honest with his emotions and thoughts, and he will habitually go off and do things on his own without waiting for anyone else. Doesn't quite understand social conventions

Thought the others were either very creative yiga or very lost travelers when he first met them

20 y/o

Potential nicknames: Archer, Survivalist, Champion

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Link appreciation post.

So I am happy that Zelda is more popular than ever due to BOTW but I am saddened that the general perception of Link is based on his BOTW form because that Link, while cool isn't as good of a character as my favorite Links, OOT and TP. Both of which I think are massively underappreciated.

Now OOT Link is often discussed in his relation to the tragedy of his story, of a Hero who was never remembered for the great deeds he had done. A boy forced to grow up too fast. But you know what? I wanna focus on the positive parts of his story.

I want to focus on how he is a contrast to Gannondorf, a man who demanded the spiritual stones and was willing to cause the starvation and murder of many guardian duties to do so. By going out of his way to save others.

When his father figured asked him to delve into danger and try to save him that's what he did. When Darunia who probably jokingly asked this 10 year old to slay the Dodongos after he calmed down Link did it without question.

He does this because it's whats needed of him for his quest but also it's to help out the Gorons who need it. And it's clear no one expected him to do it really, but Darunia honors his deal with him and makes Link an honorary Goron brother. He shows that Link, through his care for others and empathy, his willingness to put his neck on the line for others succeeds where Gannondorf fails.

That's a through line we see throughout the game, after Dodongos cavern and into the other temples you are doing quests to save the sages sure, but those are always on the way of saving people associated with those Temples. Link causes Hyrule to flourish and heal itself throughout his journey, he through his need to save people and show his bravery shows off why he's the weilder of the Triforce of Courage. A power that he probably doesn't even need to kick Gannondorfs ass with.

That's something I love about him. This Link is noble, serious but not uptight. He builds bridges and connections wherever he goes because it's the thing he does best. He throws himself into helping people and saving them even if he bearly knows their name because that's just what Link does. That's who this Link is to the core of his character.

Even if he wasn't the chosen one of his story I'd bet anything that Link would still be leading the fight against Gannondorf instead of hiding away in Kakariko because it's safe. He is a character who was always going to be a hero and that's what qualifies him to be the chosen one. Not the other way around.

[bokettochild]

Opera house AU

What if Lullaby is part Sheikah, and she's same generation as Dorian, Steen, Cado and the older ones in BOTW (her cousins)? Thus Paya, Koko and Cottla are her nieces?

They come visit her every now and then, Wind and Aryll love playing with Dorian's kids. And for Lullaby's "going home for the holidays" its always to Kakariko. She took Legend along once?

I'll buy that!

Lullaby's father was half Sheikah, so she's a quarter, enough that it isn't easily apparent, but also enough that she got some less noticeable traits, and is close enough to not be considered an outside to their culture.

Sheikah culture is very close knit, so the actual "family relations" aren't a consideration unless you're looking for a life partner (no one wants to marry their first cousin or something). All adults are uncle/auntie as far as the kids are concerned, unless they're elders, in which case they're grandfather/grandmother.

Dorian, Steen and Cado are actually a few years younger than Lullaby; she's in her late 40's/early 50's, they're all late 30's early 40's. The fact that she's blonde (going grey) and they're white haired though, makes the age difference harder to notice for some.

Lullaby was the only child of her age group in the Ceow City Seikah community. Because OoT Sheikah had mostly died out by Time's era, I'm going to say there was something up in this AU too, although it was more a lack of people having kids than a tragedy of any kind.

Dorian, Cado, and Steen see Lullaby as an elder sister/cousin of sorts, and really look up to her, but she also turns to them for advice on certain things (mostly handling kids and passing on their culture). They also love to tease her about her "sheikah-sona", and she hates (loves) them for it.

Technically speaking, Legend's not Sheikah, as far as anyone knows, but Lullaby totally takes him back to Kakariko with her anyways, and he's someone they've gotten used to, and even welcome nowadays! They are still very private people, and while kids aren't dangerous, they do tend to be bad at keeping things to themselves, so they were wary of him.

At this rate I feel the need to say that if there's an Opera House worker who knew kid Legend, they took him to meet the family at one point in time. He's the baby of the whole place; they're all a family at the opera. He has met everyone except Warriors/Wind's family, (because Wars is a nervous wreck). Although he did run into Granny once while traveling.

As for the kids. Dorian comes up Crown City ways sometimes on business and brings them with. Lullaby, as a good auntie, lets him leave them with her at the opera and Wind loves entertaining them. If Aryll comes there after school, she and Koko tend to hang out, They are close in age and good friends by now. They're actually pen pals! since Kakariko is a fair distance away so casual visiting is hard. That said, while Dorian and Warriors are both very wary men, they are at a point where they're comfortable arranging playdates by now. They also get along okay! There's some age difference there, but it helps to be ale to chat with other single parent/guardians.

[totkdaily]

Day 48: Fashion Drama

I'm almost at Hateno with my neat little korok cart… when a chuchu sets the cart on fire and my wheels roll away. I carry the korok the rest of the way and whistle for Pumpkin to follow.

I'm starting to think I should keep a towing harness on him always, in case of meeting koroks. 

I stop at Addison's sign to give the guy a hand. Then we finally head into town mid-afternoon.

There's a kid guarding the gate - Teebo. His dad's at Lookout Landing, apparently. 

Nack is in the Pumpkin patch. He says people used to come here for the vegetables, but now they come for Cece's fashion. That's what Claree mentioned in Kakariko - her sister was coming here to study fashion. I wonder if she's made it?

Everyone in town's wearing these mushroom hats. Ivee at the general store says they're Cece fashion, and points me at the clothing store across the way. There's a crowd of people, all with mushroom hats. They're waiting for tickets to go into a shop? Baffling. 

It looks like Cece's sister Sophie is running the shop. Or… not a shop. I can just look at the things? More like an exhibition. That explains the tickets.

Cece is certainly bold. She's made an extraordinary hat. 

A man bursts in - Mayor Reede. The sculptures are… bothering the plants? Even his wife Clavia thinks some people must like the art. The argument is avant-garde vs quaint. Cece wants to run for mayor to see which is more popular. I can't help but feel like there are bigger problems - but you can't even see Hyrule Castle from here. Those troubles must seem distant. 

I tell Cece I support her - no point making enemies - and she asks me to give mushrooms to Reede's supporters. Anyone who isn't wearing a mushroom hat, basically. But not Reede's family, children, travellers or researchers. That leaves eight people. Fine. 

I should check with Reede to see if he wants me to do anything to drum up support for him, too. 

Sophie says Cece has been sneaking off in the middle of the night. She asks me to tail her and find out why. Intriguing.

There's a guy called Manny who's infatuated with Ivee. Didn't he used to be infatuated with the woman who worked at the inn? I think she's married now...

He wants to know what Ivee likes - I ask her, and she says frogs. 100 frogs. He'd like help gathering them, and asks me to get ten hot-footed frogs. Sure, if I come back this way one day and happen to have ten frogs, he's welcome to them. He needs to learn that this is not how you get girls to love you, though. 

In the dye shop, Sayge, Senna and their son Sefaro. Sayge gives me some Cece brand fabric I might like to use for my paraglider. 

Uma, who tends the fields out by the school (there's a school?) accepts a mushroom and says she just wants the young people to stick around. 

Cece leaves the shop at 10pm - I almost miss her sneaking out. She heads to a nearby silo - and secretly indulges in eating vegetables!

Reede will enjoy this, if he finds out.

[welcome-to-hyrulepark]

The first thing I decided to do in 2024 was to finish the drawings that I didn’t have time to finish in 2023. I don’t have many of those: these are sketches of Robbie’s parents, who will appear in the Afterlife fanfic.

Meet Robbie's father, Khariton. He moved to Kakariko Village as soon as he learned that scientists were living there, studying ancient technologies and creating new ones. In his native village, Khariton was considered an eccentric and even dangerous to society, so the young inventor did not think long about moving.

Khariton became a mentor for Purah. It was him who helped her learn all about Sheikah technologies and fall in love with science in general. Robbie often accompanied Purah during classes, which is how they became friends.

And this is Robbie's mother, Hera (yes, I named her after a Greek goddess because I felt like it). She met Khariton when he demonstrated his next invention to the whole village. Hera fell in love with the newly arrived scientist for his intelligence, loyalty, and excellent sense of humor. However, when their son was born, the woman realized that her husband was putting the child’s life in danger by continuing to carry out his experiments. Unfortunately, the situation worsened when Robbie grew up because he became interested in his father's activities and wanted to help him.

[nancyheart11]

I wish I had more to offer but I can offer you some Ordon Fam that’s been sitting in my drafts:

Rusl always knew that whenever he came home, there would be warm food and an even warmer hug waiting for him. Whether it was from working in the forge, delivering something to Castle Town, the more covert affairs of the Resistance, or more recently the shroud of darkness that had engulfed Hyrule, Rusl could always rely on Uli to hold the fort at home.

Of course, he tried to pitch in as best he could. When he wasn't doing any of the aforementioned activities, he at least tried to maintain cleanliness in the house, and of course he always looked after the children when he had time to do so. Uli generally managed the home happily on her own, though, and he thanked her for it every day.

So it was a strange and concerning thing when, one evening, Rusl returned home to find Uli sitting on the sofa, no fire crackling in the fireplace, no food to be seen or smelled, and a general dark atmosphere to the space.

"Uli?" he questioned, walking towards her. "Are you alright?"

Uli jumped, startled, having been lost in thought. "Oh! Dearest, I--I'm so sorry, I just--"

His wife paused, sighing and sagging a little in the sofa. Rusl knelt in front of her to be at eye level and looked her over. She seemed very out of sorts. "What's wrong?"

Uli shook her head. "I'm just tired. I'm sorry. I'll work on dinner."

Rusl laid a hand on her knee. "If you're tired, then rest. I'll take care of dinner."

Uli's posture changed, stiffening a little as she shot him an uncertain, questioning glance.

Rusl tried not to be offended by the look. "Just because it didn't quite go that well last time doesn't mean I can't make something for you. Go rest in bed. I'll take care of everything."

Uli watched him a moment longer before sighing and nodding. Rusl kept an eye on her until she vanished into the bedroom, and he nodded to himself, setting to work. The cleaning could wait until after dinner. As for the children, he knew Colin had Hana as he usually took babysitting duty around the evening. He saw them outside just a moment ago. So that just left dinner.

And a bit more from that story…

Colin paused, expression growing worried. "Is Ma okay?"

"She'll be fine," Rusl assured his boy. He had to smile at the child's concern; Colin had such a big heart. Although it was a valid question since Uli usually never faltered, Rusl did know his wife had her slumps just as much as anyone else. He was more than happy to take care of her and the family until she recovered. "But we can make the load easier for her for a little while."

"Where are we going?" Colin questioned next.

"Well..." Rusl paused as they found their way to the last house in the village. "I figured I'd recruit some help."

Rusl and Link had both been on their own journeys now, after the attack on Hyrule. Rusl usually got by with scrounging together something somewhat edible, but he could just as well go a day without eating until he reached a settlement. Link might have better experience - the boy used to help Uli cook when he was younger.

Rusl was humble enough to admit he was a terrible cook, after all. But he was certain they could make something together.

Link was inside munching on a carrot (Rusl sincerely hoped the boy wasn't just going to eat that for dinner). After a brief explanation and another assurance that Uli was, indeed, going to be okay, the three put their heads together on the matter.

"What about an omelet?" Link offered. "It's better than just boiling them."

"How about egg stew?" Colin picked up a glass of milk and shook it. "Ma always says milk is great for stews."

"I've never heard of egg stew, I'm afraid," Rusl laughed. "Is that something you had in Kakariko?"

Ahhhh Lofty you're so sweet!!

I love how Rusl wants to help Uli, but isn't afraid to ask for help in the kitchen.

[doomed-era]

any kishu facts?

OOH. yes i can oblige :] cant tell everything Yet but!

- kishu is nineteen! she is a former blademaster, I think one of the younger ones, but not by a lot. she's very. serious about her work. i'd compare her to pre-calamity gaffen except i have not explained just how bad he gets about training. but it's an intentional parallel

-read every one of master kohga's weird rambly books and quotes from them liberally. he's a bit like l ron hubbard in that sense he's written a lot of bad books and the yiga clan thinks they're the best thing ever. they do have actual texts for their beliefs but they're fairly short; kohga just likes writing about himself more. she also tends to quote them wildly out of context the thing is everyone knows this and calls her out on it.

-she met gaffen for the first time four years ago, not far from kakariko. it was probably one of her first times out of the hideout. she approached him in disguise and uh. had a lot of trouble hiding that she wanted him dead <\3 her grasp on magic was fairly poor at the time so she had difficulty trying to manage her own disguise which just added to her own frustration. instead of waiting to catch him off guard after a few seconds of walking with him after giving him her alibi she just went "ok i'm killing you" smh

-she got in trouble for that. bc of course she told her superiors instead of lying. ever since then she's tried to avoid being sent on missions where she has to disguise herself in front of gaffen. for about a year she was responsible for stealing supplies from the gerudo and that went pretty well. it's a fairly difficult job bc gerudo are. used to the yiga stealing from them. they're aware of their disguises and know how to detect them, and they can deactivate the magic that yiga use to teleport long distances (they use magic flares for emergencies, and invisible teleportation circles similar to what's used in shrines for regular travel. i really should think about when and how they learned how to use teleportation magic, but it's probably something they've picked up on...somewhat recently? anyway the gerudo can destroy teleportation circles.)

-she kind of has a bad handle on her emotions in general despite wanting to seem stoic. she sees gaffen as similar to her in that way, despite. gaffen honestly not doing it of his own free will. but it is another parallel. they love trying to piss each other off

-hobbyless weirdo even compared to the average yiga. but she enjoys sparring with ppl for fun. fascinated by glassblowing and has stolen glass bowls from gerudo town for herself. used to be a bit of a prankster with her training buddies but doesn't really like pranks now. stole coffee every single time she went to steal stuff enough that she got nicknamed "bean freak" by guards. they almost caught her once bc they knew she would try to get coffee 💔 but she got away haha. nowadays she gets by with black tea but she doesn't like it as much.

-she is a decent cook. she always cooks with bananas ofc. but the yiga do have some pretty good cuisine and recipes. it's usually pretty spicy so yeah she has great spice tolerance.

-her sword was made by travy :]