#the hylians ke

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 3

Danny smiled back at the elf boy. Ever since landing in Hyrule this guy has stuck by his side and did everything in his power to help him, even going so far as to learn English and teach Danny Hylian. If it wasn't for Link Danny doesn't know what he would have done.

They were in Hyrule field, practicing Dannys portal and teleporting powers to see if he could open a portal home or teleport there. He began thinking about how pure and clean Hyrule was since it didn't have a drop of pollution and how cities were supposed to be gross and polluted. So he began focusing on pollution, smog and filth, hoping that that would take him back home.

He didn't expect to teleport a city into Hyrule.

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Five minutes.

Jason had only brushed his teeth and washed his face and in that time all of Crime Alley had been thrown into another dimension. Typical.

Whats more it looked like they were in a green grassy area. A legit apple forest was to the North of them and probably one of the clearest, cleanest rivers he had ever seen was directly East of them. God, he could see the fish swimming in the water.

What was most surprising though was the elf people. They weren't causing trouble per say, but hes definitely had to save some of them that wandered in out of curiosity. After the second or third one he saved he noticed a fence had popped up around all of crime ally over night. There were signs on the other side of the fence with some kind of official seals on them. So elves have political leaders? Works for him, he can guess that the signs say something to the effect of "Stay out" and it should make his job a bit easier. That and the numerous woven baskets left surrounding Crime Alley filled with fruits, veggies, cloth, clothing and soap.

Jason wasn't expecting some of the elves to get through the fencing to throw an unknown liquid into Crime Alley and then run. He panicked at first, thinking this was some kind of attack, but after testing it, he discovered it was just soapy water. He didn't understand at first but soon began getting reports from his men that anyone who wandered out of the city was being captured, thrown into the shallow water of the river, and scrubbed with long poled mops.

Rude. I mean, he gets that the elf people have probably never dealt with pollution, which means they never had to smell it, but still. Rude.

Red Hood gets a bit twitchy when he learns the kids who wander out get captured but chills out once he learns the children are never harmed.

The hylians are taking them in, bathing them, clothing, teaching them to cook and teaching them thier language. They are given lots of clothes and toys and the option to stay with them if they have no where else to go. Jason has no idea about this until a short blond elf guy and a teenage human twink talk to him and explain whats going on, the twink even apologized to him and explained that all of this was his fault.

[undertheopensky]

Keep and Carry 1

Febuwhump Day 1: Helpless

Characters: Four, Twilight

Trigger warnings: Kidnapping, non-consensual drug use -----

Four is so small. And though his eyes are dark - the fall of his hair looks so much like Colin that Twilight’s heart lurches.

“Four?” he tries again. “Four, c’mon, can you hear me? Gimme a sign, bud, please?”

Four doesn’t so much as twitch. Sprawled on his side in the dingy cell, it’s hard to make him out - thank Ordona for a wolf’s night vision, or Twilight wouldn’t be able to see the slow and too-shallow movement of his chest. His eyes are no help, dull and hazy. He’s barely blinking.

There’s no blood, no bruises save the one blooming at Four’s throat where they’d tried to force him to swallow. Four had spat most of it out, fought them with everything he had, but the bandit leader just laughed.

(Don’ worry, he’d said, ‘e’s ‘ad enough. And Twilight had felt a chill because just what had they dosed him with?)

Worse, he was right. Mere minutes had passed before Four was slumping sideways, too weak to hold himself up, unable to respond to Twilight’s frantic questions. Hair falling in his face, arm caught awkwardly underneath him, he’s in no condition to fight back or escape. He’s helpless.

Twilight wants to pace. There’s an energy caught under his skin, hot and cold and itchy by turns. Sadly the cage is too small for him to even stand up in. Four might have managed, with his head ducked, if he hadn’t been drugged insensate before they shoved him in the next cage over.

…is it his imagination, or is Four’s breathing slowing down?

Twilight can’t reach far - the mesh is spaced too tight and the corded muscle of his forearm can’t squeeze all the way through. Still, he just barely manages to hook a couple of fingers into the edge of Four’s sleeve. Four doesn’t respond to the light tug. It’s not like he’d been expecting him to, but Twilight’s heart sinks.

How much time does he have?

…with how fast Four had gone under, he can’t rely on rescue. He’s gotta get them both out of here. That means looking for weak points - these cages look pretty new, but they also look like they’re supposed to hold things smaller and less crafty than Hylians.

He still hesitates to lose contact.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, in case some part of Four can still hear him.

The lock is shiny and new, and the hinges have been reinforced to prevent easily popping out the door that way. However, the original welds holding the cage together? Those are unobtrusive - and easily missed when looking for things to reinforce against escape.

Suddenly it’s a good thing the cages are too damn small, Twilight breathes. He risks another glance at Four - unmoving - before planting his shoulders against one side and his feet the opposite.

He heaves.

The muscles in his back and abdomen go tight, supporting. It’s his thighs doing the real work: slowly dragging his legs straight while the wire mesh squeaks and squeals, white-hot threads burning from his knees to his hips. There’s no sudden stop, of giving way all at once. Just the slow, stubborn work of bending steel, until the wall of the cage has peeled away from the floor far enough that he can wriggle free.

His legs ache. Even after the pressure is gone he can feel the strain all the way through his hip joints, the force needed to drag metal aside echoing through muscle and bone. He’ll be feeling the reminder for days.

Stupidly, the keys are in easy reach, once he staggers to his feet and can snatch them from their hook. There’s only a handful that will fit the cage locks so it’s a matter of seconds to get Four out.

Four feels just as small in his arms - too small, too light and fragile. His head lolls completely limp on his neck until Twilight gets an arm under it. He doesn’t so much as blink at the movement, at the contact, at Twilight carefully hauling him out of the cage so he can cradle him like something precious. His breathing is so faint Twilight can’t feel it through his tunic - he has to keep glancing down to be sure it’s still there, still making Four’s chest rise and fall with that one critical sign of life.

Four can’t move - can’t speak - can’t even blink. It has to be terrifying. Is he even aware Twilight’s here - that’s he’s not alone? Or have the drugs taken even that small comfort from him, too?

“I have you,” Twilight breathes, and prays it makes it through the haze.

[queersrus]

Breath Of The Wild Theme

names for characters from the legend of zelda; breath of the wild!

ak, akk, akka, akkal, akkala, aya, au, aug, al, ali, aliz, aliza, ash, ashe, ax, axy, axyl, aj, aji, akra, akrah, achne, ardin, ashai, aurie, ariane, amali, ami, agus, amira, aster azu, armes, anly,

bad, badd, baddek, bam, bamb, bambo, bamboo, ban, banji, bau, baum, bauma, baumar, bay, bayg, bayge, bee, beed, beedle, bol, bols, bolson, bri, brig, brigo, bai, baij, ben, benn, benny, bo, bosh, bot, botr, bore, botri, botric, botrick, bran, branli, blad, bladon boh, bohr, bohri, bohrin, bold, boldon, bree, breen, bar, barg, bargo, bargoh, blu, blud, bludo, blynne, barta, benja, babi bertri, bozai, bulia, buliara, bedoli, bazz, brokka, bugut,

cam, camb, cambo, chab, chabi, cho, chor, chork, chu, chum, chumi, chumin, chi, chiga, cal, cala, calam, calami, calamity, can, cann, canni, chuk, chuki, chio, calisa, caly, calyban, cara, canolo, cree, cecili, cleff, celessa, calip, clavia, chessica, cloyne, cima, cotera, cado, claree, cottla,

dab, dabi, da, dah, dmi, dmit, dmitr, dmitre, dmitri, dai, daim, drak, dug, dugby, damia, daz, dillie, dalia, danda, deltan, dina, dorrah, danton, dento, dunma, dorephan, dantz, darton, domidak, dorian,

en, end, enda, endai, ep, epo, epon, epona, et, ets, etsu, el, eld, eldi, eldin, essa, estan, emry, eryck,

far, faro, faroh, farosh, fy, fys, fyso, fyson, fi, fin, finn, fu, fugo, faron, fegran, frelly, frita, furosa, flaxel, falmark, finley, fronk, flavi,

gof, gofla, goflam, grey, greyson, gray, grayson glee, gleem, gleema, gran, grant, grante, glen, glend, glendo, gan, gano, ganon, got, gott, gottr, gottre, gotter, gom, goma, gomar, gai, gail, gaile, gale, gon, gong, gongur, gonguro, gonguron, gor, gora, gorae, grap, grapp, goro, goron, gar, gars, garsh, garshon, gartan, greta, guy, galli, geggle, genli, gesane, gruve, gaddison, garill, garini, giro,

hy, hyr, hyre, hyru, hyrule, hyl, hyle, hyli, hylia, hylian, hee, heehl, hes, hest, hestu, hud, huds, hudso, hudson, hesh, hesho, hag, hagi, hagie, hun, hunn, hunni, hunnie, hoz, hai, hait, haite, hal, halan, harlow, harry, harth, huck, hino,

ita, isha, izra, ivee, impa,

jan, jana, janna, jer, jeri, jerr, jerri, jerrin, ja, jen, jengo, jini, jora, jules, juan, juanne, juanne, juannelle, jogo, juney, jiahto, joute,

kab, kabe, kabet, kabett, kabette, kabetta, kan, kann, kanny, kap, kaps, kapso, kapson, kar, karso, karson, kas, kass, ken, keny, kenyo, ki, kil, kilt, kilto, kilton, ka, kah, kai, kaif, kaifa, ke, ke'nai, kash, kasho, kat, kato, katos, katosa, khi, khin, khini, kin, king, ko, kor, kori, korima, keh, korb, korba, korbah, kal, kala, kaso, kaa, kaam, kata, katah, katt, katta, kon, konba, kair, kairo, karsh, kay, kayr, kayre, kayra, kim, kima, kish, krane, ketoh, korok, kula, konora, kyra, kalani, kohm, kotta, kachoo, kaysa, kheel, kotts, kaneli, kayden, keye, kodah, karin, koyin, kiana, kinov, kampo, koko,

li, lin, link, lee, leek, leeka, leekah, lar, laro, larob, laroba, lon, lonn, lonni, lonnie, lat, lata, latan, loone, lukan, laine, lashley leena, liana, lorn lyn, lynd, lyndae, lester, laissa, ledo, laflat, laruta, lawdon, letty, leop, lasli,

me, mee, meesh, meeshy, meg, megh, meghen, meghan, meghyn, mei, mil, mils, mi, min, mina, miph, mipha, mis, misk, misko, mae, mael, mog, mogg, moggs, mo, mon, mona, monar, monari, mony, monya, my, myt, myti, mij, mija, mijah, may, mayr, mayro, mir, mirr, mirro, molo, maca, mala, malanya, makure malena, marta, merina, muava, maike, maypin, moza, mary, monkton, modar, molli, mazli, misa, marot, muzu, mimos, manny medda, mubs, mimo, magda, mellie,

nat, nay, nayd, naydr, nadre, naydre, nadra, naydra, naz, nazbi, nad, nadd, naddo, naddon, neil, ni, nim, nima, nobo, nam, namu, namut, nami, namik, namika, noy, noya, neha, natie, nali, nellie, nobiro, nott, notts, nekk, nack, narah, nebb, nikki, numar, nanna,

om, oma, oman, owa, oz, ozz, ooh, offra, offrak, ozu, ozun, ozund, ozunda, oak, oaky, oaki, onya, olu, oliff, olkin, ollie,

pel, peli, pelis, peliso, pelison, pi, pika, pikan, pikang, pikango, pit, pita, pitar, plat, plate, platea, plateau, par, parc, parce, parcy, percy, py, pyle, peeks, pepp, padok, perosa, phanna, pokki, padda, pasha, pearle, ploka, pritana, pyra, palme, piaffe, pirou, pondo, ponthos, pedra, prima, pruce, purah, prissen, paya,

qua, quince,

reg, rega, regan, rev, reva, reval, revali, rho, rhon, rhond, rhonds, rhondso, rhondson, ri, rik, ron, ronn, rex, ru, rul, ruli, rob, robb, robbi, robbie, rudi, rhoa, rhoam, roh, roht, rohta, ruv, ruvo, rot, rota, rok, roke, rokee, ray, raym, russ, ram, rame, ramel, ramell, ramella, ro, rog, roga, rogar, rogaro, roha, rohan, roscoe, riju, reez, reeza, rima, risa, roma, romah, rotana, ripp, ropsten, raegah, rivan, ralera, reede, rhodes, rozel, rensa, rola,

sav, save, savel, savell, savelle, sher, sherf, sherfi, sherif, sherfin, sho, sor, sorel, sorrel, soreli, sorelia, spoon, spoone, si, sido, sidon, shaka, shakah, stam, stamm, sea, saas, shi, shir, shira, sham, shama, shamae, shor, shore, shora, shae, spri, sprinn, straia, suzum suzuna, shabonne, strade, sud, sudrey, saula, smaude, spera sumati, shaillu, sesami, selmie, saki, seggin, satty, spinch, sayge, sefaro, seldon, sophie, senna, symin, sebasto, sagessa, shay, shibo, steen,

tor, torr, tore, toren, tot, tots, totsu, totsun, totsune, totsuna, ty, tye, ten, tenn, tenne, tu, tut, tuts, tutsu, tutsuwa, tar, tarr, tarry, tarre, tarrey, tom, toma, tof, toff, toffa, tro, trot, trott, toh, tan, tank, tanko, tray, tash, tasho, tali, tera, tauma, teake, traysi, teba, tulin, tona, tottika, tula, torfeau, trello, tumbo, teli, tamana, teebo, thad, tokk, tasseren, trissa,

urb, urbo, urbos, urbosa, uma,

vol, volc, volco, volcon, villa, varke, verla,

walton, wabbin, worten,

yam, yamm, yammo, yo, yow, yowa, yowak, yowaka, yahsa, yu, yun, yuno, yunobo, yaido, yolero,

ze, zel, zeld, zelda, zy, zyl, zyle, zu, zum, zumo, zuna, zal, zalt, zalta, zo, zor, zoro, zoron, zorona, zooki, zumi, zuta.

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[yourthiccgoddessmidna]

The tear focused on a not so good day at the chubby bunny. A chubbier bunny went to queenie. “She ate my boyfriend while I was clocking out!” The Hylian girl teared up. “Maybe if he wasn’t so delicious looking he wouldn’t have been eaten.” The chubbiest bunny rubbed her vore filled gut. Clown queen chuckled. She snapped her fingers. “Sugarplum what are my rules?”

The jester walked up and made himself and queenie a drink. “Hmmm let’s see ah yes. Sisterhood. All chubby bunnies are sisters. They share ideas, customers, and tips. However bunnies may not eat loved ones. On the clock or not.” Queenie smiled but sighed. “You know I had such high hopes. You mightve made blobby bunny… but now… you’re bunny feed.” Queenie grew taller and heavier, voring the offender. She turned to the chubbier bunny host. “I’m sorry she did that. Take a couple days, and you’ll be promoted to chubbiest bunny. We’ll have a potion ready to give you the curves you need.” She turned to the jester. “You, in my office…. Momma needs to blow off some steam.”

Midna face's was red as a tomato after seeing such a display of power. Seeing a strongfat body inflate to a taller stronger form of blubber was...definitely a sight to see. "So...mmph, I need to stop. This is ke...technically~" And yet, she still watched as the scene changed.

[artistic-scramblings]

Part one of another Whiteboard Art Dump

[embyrinitalics]

Whumptober 2020 No. 4 — Caged

Masterlist Word count: ~3110 Universe: Breath of the Wild; prequel to “No. 7 — Support” Pairings: Zelink Rating: T Themes: Human trafficking/slavery, stab wounds, outnumbered Read on ao3

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Cages on cages were stacked in the market square, lined in neat rows for easy browsing as the early morning bustle began. Sunlight carved through the mist, casting stripes and silhouettes on the ground like another, larger cage as it struck the display. All the better to catch the eye. The livestock within were gagged and hobbled to keep them looking well-behaved, but the way they shivered and their breath misted in the chill made them look rather pitiful. But human livestock rarely looked anything other than pitiful.

Slavetrade was a nasty business, and it was alive and well in Tabantha.

Link kept his gaze solidly ahead as he went, preferring not to ogle the way others did. Some looked to buy, others looked merely for the spectacle. But he had no intention of purchasing, and he had seen enough of that sort of suffering for it to lack amusement.

He frowned at the callous tenor of his own thoughts and made himself glance over as he passed by.

It was a typical assortment: scrawny orphans, old men who had gambled away their livelihoods, women speckled with scars from previous owners, and an array of exotic faces, from nabbed Goron children to elegant, shackled Zoras.

His gaze snagged on a pair of glistening green eyes surrounded by strands of golden hair like rough cloth caught on a briar, and he frowned as he snatched it back and put it on the road ahead of him. A Hylian girl. With a face as pretty as that, she was certain to be bought for just one thing. He shoved the unpleasant thought aside, pulled his hood further over his head, and kept walking.

He made it a block out of the square before he shuffled to a stop, the image of the girl in the cage with her hands bound burning a hole in the back of his head. He saw her carted away by someone cruel and faceless, saw the scars that would mar her face when he got bored of her.

What a waste.

He clenched and unclenched his fists, gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes at his own idealism as he tried to talk himself out of it. Then he whipped around with a growl and stomped back towards the merchant.

This was such a bad idea.

“How much for the girl?” he asked, his voice all gravel and irritation with himself.

The slender purveyor smiled toothily, his eyes all but lost in the greedy wrinkles of his expression, and nodded with too much enthusiasm. “Excellent choice, sir. I see you have an eye for quality. And I’ll have you know that our entire stock is sourced from—”

“How much?”

“700 rupees,” he chirped, and Link scoffed, turning.

“Thanks anyway.”

“Did I say seven? I meant six,” he meandered easily.

Link scowled, making one last ditch effort to change his mind. But then he met her eyes, all green and glittering as she watched the exchange through the bars, and his mind was made for him. He produced two golden rupees from his pocket and shoved them onto the counter, and the merchant gestured for her to be brought out. One of his bulky underlings unfastened the lock and reached into the crate to grab her arm in his fist like he was snatching a finch out of a birdcage. She screamed against the fabric in her mouth, twisting and putting up as much fight as she could while he lugged her over, the merchant gushing all the while over what a nice purchase it was.

He made a show of inspecting her—and he was, in a way, if looking for injuries counted—and then pulled the gag loose, wrenching her closer by the arm just as she made to shout again.

“Do you want to live long enough to see your homeland again?” he growled, hot and quiet, so it was just between them. He held her gaze, willing her to hear the promise buried in the threat, just waiting until he saw a glimmer of hope spark cautiously to life in her eyes, and then squeezed her arm a little tighter. “Then keep your head down and keep quiet.”

He tossed her to his feet, ignoring the pang of guilt when she hit the ground on her knees. He could apologize to her later.

“You have quite a way with the merchandise, sir,” the purveyor gushed some more, nodding approvingly. “Yes indeed, as soon as I saw you I thought to myself—”

Link stalked closer, snatching his collar in his fist. “And at the prices you’re charging, I’ll be very disappointed if I find out this merchandise has been used.”

“No, no, of course not,” he squeaked, his smile wobbling a bit and his hands held up to placate him. “Here, as a show of good faith!”

He fished a purple rupee out of the moneybox, just within reached. Link dropped him, scowling. That would have to do.

“Pleasure doing business,” he said, and hefted her from where she had landed by the elbow.

He kept her bound as they turned and left the market, pinching her lightly when she looked back over her shoulder. Her eyes snapped back to her feet. He could feel her trembling as he guided her—still in shock, it seemed, or perhaps just terrified that she had misread him. They needed to find some place private to talk. Walking around with a girl that pretty was just asking for trouble.

He turned sharply and led her down an abandoned alley, stopping at a shady looking inn. He tossed ten rupees on the counter, and when the woman at the counter went to object, he murmured, “Just an hour.”

She cocked an eyebrow without commenting on the ropes around his companion’s wrists and slid a key over the knotted wood. He took it wordlessly, sighing out his nose at himself as he led them down the creaking hallway to the allotted room. This was not how he thought this day was going to go.

He led her inside and latched the door behind them, and then drew his knife to free her hands. She stiffened, her eyes fixed on the blade. But that was to be expected. He sighed again, slipping the tip under the ropes and cutting her loose in one clean motion. There were ugly red marks embossed on her skin from wearing them too long. He crossed the room to close the curtains, frowning.

“You have a name?”

“Zelda,” she said quietly, and her soft voice thrummed down his spine like vibrations down the strings of an instrument. It was oddly familiar.

“Where are you from?”

“Hyrule.”

“Clearly,” he grunted. Fair skinned and blonde haired, those luminous green eyes of hers. She was as purebred as they come. “Where in Hyrule?”

“Castletown,” she whispered, and he beat down a sigh. Of course she was from Castletown.

He pulled his hood down and shrugged the cloak off his shoulders, letting himself breathe a moment while he thought. Back through the Scablands, then, and possibly beyond the Ridge. But not into the heartland. Surely there was a battalion stationed somewhere he could leave her with that could escort her the rest of the way—or deal with her as badly as the men of Tabantha, he thought grimly, and clenched his jaw.

He could feel her eyes scanning his face, his arms, the tiny bit of midriff where his shirt cut off—everywhere the marks were exposed. He turned to meet her eyes, the sunlight streaming between the curtains alighting on the turquoise tattoo that stretched like a hand from his jawbone to just beneath his right eye.

“You’re Faronian,” she breathed, and he scoffed at her.

“What tipped you off?”

She averted her eyes, absently thumbing the imprints on her wrist. “I don’t mean to stare. It’s just that I was in Faron when I—”

She didn’t finish. She sat of the edge of the mattress, shuddering, like her almost-sentence had exhausted her.

“When they took you?”

She nodded. She probably hadn’t slept well in days, then. Faron was far. Though what a purebred Hylian girl was doing down as far as Faron he couldn’t guess. Unless—

“On a pilgrimage?” he asked. She nodded again, and he groaned. “Gods. You’re a priestess?”

Her lips tugged towards a frown, her eyes fixed on her hands in her lap, and something about her posture made her looked like she was collapsing in on herself. She whispered, “Something like that.”

He rubbed his forehead. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why couldn’t he just do a good deed and get on with his life without being punished for it?

“Well, it’s a comfort to know that the goddess will get all the credit for saving you from the traders,” he sighed, and threw his cloak over his shoulders again. He crossed back to her and shoved the roomkey firmly into her hands. “I need to get supplies. Get some rest, don’t let anyone in. I’ll be back in less than an hour.”

“Wait,” she squeaked, life suddenly leaping back into her eyes, just before he closed the door. She was still shaking, but there was something about her—the way the sunlight touched her hair, maybe, or the way she looked at him, soft and grateful. It was the closest thing to holiness he had ever seen. “I don’t know your name.”

His lips twisted. It was something he wasn’t fond of giving away. But he supposed she’d already cost him over 500 rupees. What was his name after that?

“Link,” he said, and shut the door behind him.

He cut a trail back to the marketplace, which was crowded by now. He kept his head down, bought some dried meats and a little bread, and shelled out for a snowquill cloak. Farosh knew she was going to need it if she was going to survive roughing it through the Frontier in late autumn.

This unexpected journey also meant his plans of getting up into Hebra before the first snowfall were most certainly shot. But he couldn’t very well send her marching home without him. She wouldn’t make it as far as the city limits without getting snatched up by someone with ill intentions.

He sighed as he hefted his pack onto his shoulder and headed back towards the inn. Why hadn’t he just kept his eyes on the road?

In the dank hallway, he rapped on the door to their hired room twice and Zelda swung it open without a moment’s hesitation. He scowled at her.

“What if I had been someone else?” he growled, stepping in and snapping the door shut behind him.

Her brow furrowed. “Who else would it be?”

He sighed. Gods, she had no self-preservation instincts at all.

“That’s not the point,” he murmured, setting his satchel on the mattress.

There was a distinct wrinkle in the blankets where she had rested while he was gone. It seemed too round, too tiny. He tried not to imagine her curled up as small as she could make herself, golden hair splayed around her like rays of the sun, reciting the same prayers she had whispered in the confines of her cage. He pulled the snowquill cloak out of the bag.

“Try this on.”

She nestled herself obediently into the fabric and pulled the hood over her head, wide-eyed. His lips twisted, and he pulled it down a little harder, trying to hide her face. It was useless. She practically glowed. He unraveled twine off one of the bundles in his pack and shoved it into her hands.

“Pull your hair back,” he murmured, trying not to avert his eyes while she did, as though pretending the urge wasn’t there would somehow make the feeling pooling in his gut go away. As though pretending he didn’t feel like an unworthy wretch as she exposed the side of her neck would ease the guilt.

She pulled the hood back over her head when she was done and he scowled. All it had done was accentuate her sweeping cheekbones, the delicate lines of her jaw and the tip of her nose where they peeked out from the dark cloth. And those eyes. He wanted to fall headlong into them.

She managed, shrinking under his glower, “What’s wrong?”

“You’re too beautiful,” he frowned. “You’re going to cause me nothing but trouble.”

She swallowed and ducked her head, and he sighed, pulling his satchel over his shoulder.

What a sight the pair of them would make: a tattooed Faronian in the mountains and a fair-skinned Hylian girl with eyes bright as Farosh’s scales. So much for not drawing attention to themselves.

He led her briskly out of the inn, tossing the roomkey back on the way, and turned to weave southwest. They could follow the road to the Great Bridge, and then cut through the Scablands until they reached the Regencia River, and then… well. He would worry about getting her that far, first. As it was, he had to keep hissing at her to keep her head down.

Then, ducking closer to him as they walked, she murmured, “There were children in those pens. You could have saved a half dozen of them for the price you paid for me.”

He drew them up short, bristling at her sudden ingratitude. “Would you like me to bring you back? Let you tell that slaver that you want to sell yourself to free some orphans with no place to go?”

“No, I—” she stopped, those accursed eyes of hers boring so deep he felt like he was being seen through by Farosh itself. “I just meant… why did you choose me?”

Because he wasn’t thinking straight. Because he was an idiot. Because the dragons seemed to enjoy a good laugh at his expense.

“Because your fate would have been worse than theirs,” he said.

Maybe she couldn’t understand that, coming from the sheltered heartland, where slavery was outlawed and a glittering army kept the outside world at bay. But the children were an investment. They would live in servitude—working grueling hours with harsh taskmasters for table scraps and the flimsiest of shelters—but they would be part of the enterprise, valuable to a businessman the same as a beast of burden.

But her…

He growled, “Come on.”

They kept walking down the narrow alleys, splashed by shadow one moment and light the next as their path twisted along the buildings, and weren’t far from the main road when he heard shuffling behind them. One pair of boots, and then two. Maybe nothing, and at the very least nothing he couldn’t handle.

But then there were five pairs, and they were gaining.

He shrugged his pack off easily, passing it to her without looking back, and closed her hand tight around it with his own.

“When we turn the next corner,” he murmured, “you snake up into the next alley to the left, and don’t stop running until you reach the canyon, understand?”

Her eyes turned up to his, startled. “What are you—”

“Do you understand?”

She nodded, fingers biting harder into the satchel. They rounded the next bend.

“Go,” he breathed, snapping back against the wall as she rushed down the next alley, glancing back at him with wide, shimmering eyes, and pulled out his knife, giving it a quick twirl to feel the balance.

The element of surprise on his side, he grabbed the first man to round the corner after them and plunged the blade into his neck. He struck true, the assailant collapsing with a gargle, and then ducked beneath an incoming fist. He danced under the arm, carving his knife smoothly between two of his ribs as he moved.

And when he came up on the other side, another fist met the underside of his chin with a crack, wrenching his feet out from under him and sending his dagger skittering across the cobblestones and landing him flat on his back.

He lolled, winded and skull rattling, as one of the attackers picked him up by the collar and drove him face first into the nearest brick wall. He saw red and stars, shoving off it with all his might and whirling to land his elbow on the man’s jaw. Link lunged for his knife, barely wrapping his fingers around the hilt before he was hooked around the elbows and heaved back to his feet. They bludgeoned his stomach, his face, before he wrenched his arm loose and twisted it to stab the one restraining him in the abdomen. He went down with a heavy thud.

“She’s getting away!” one called, and tore down the main thoroughfare after her. All the better.

Link turned and threw his knife, sending it cartwheeling after him until it sank with a satisfying thump into his back. That was three down.

He spun back just in time to leap out of the way of an incoming swing, the blade at the end of it glinting with knotted sunlight. He leapt back again, eyes trained on it, looking for an opportunity to disarm him. Fixating, like a fool.

A dense wooden plank cracked against the top of his spine, sending him gasping to his knees. The blade swiped against his cheek, and a fist followed as he caught himself on the wall, driving him to the ground coughing and sputtering, still trying to breathe through where it felt like his neck had shattered. Then he drove his boot into his stomach, hard enough that he heaved and his vision swam nauseating and rosy, and did it again. And again, and again, and again, until he was blind for stars and gagging on the taste of copper in his mouth.

“Leave him,” the other hissed, and with one last kick to the head, they left him in a pile along the road, tearing off down the main artery.

Which was precisely where she wasn’t.

He laid there for a long time, panting, his head throbbing and the rest of him aching something fierce. Blood trickled from the cut on his cheek and slipped beneath his chin, slick and sticky. And he was content to just stay put, wallowing in his own misery for a while, until he imagined her face. Until he imagined her helpless and lost at the edge of Tanagar Canyon, worried and radiant, as the sun set jealously behind her.

He pulled himself to his feet, groaning, and set off slowly, limping after her down the narrow side alley that spilled out into the wilderness.

This was such a bad idea.

[captmickey]

for the fic prompts, perhaps a t3a in which they need to go explore a cave, but Graham is having a very hard time of it remembering a certain goblin cave, and keeps making mistakes, prompting him to lie and insist he’s fine, which leads to a good: “Why are you lying to me?”

It started with a letter summoning them to the kingdom of Daventry, requesting for their assistance in regards to the kingdom's defenses. While confusing at first glance, the two Adventurers had an inkling of an idea as to why it was sent. After all, it had been months since the Goblin kidnapping incident and the heavier portions of the monsoon season had finally shown signs of subsiding which permitted for said inspection. 

And while the Royal Guards and Knights were more than capable of inspecting the land (which they did twice a day), the King felt that it couldn't hurt to have an outsider's perspective. Especially those two whom he has witnessed countless times go above and beyond his expectations. Besides, he was going to be there with them. As guidance, as he would repeatedly insist. 

Once the duo arrived, they checked, double checked and even triple checked with both King and Royal Guard regarding their latest endeavours. 

It never hurts to be certain, after all. 

And so, that was how they found themselves in one of Daventry's many caves with the Hylian knight standing at the front with a lantern while the pirate stood by the king's side, teasing the echoing walls with his words to the king's amusement. 

Graham watched how the shadows twisted and formed into various shapes as the lantern walked past the jagged rocks, contorting the images on the walls to something sharp, something mischievous. His color faded as he took a shaky break and stepped just that much closer to the pirate, having their hands brushing against each other. Guybrush noticed.

His head would snap to every sound that was made, alert to every drop and echo that reverberated within the cavern walls, yet the particular adventurer with the sharper (and literally pointed) ears just mildly twitched to the echoes. Another deep and shaken breath was taken, another mumble of tiny words and that familiar salute of his was heard. Link noticed. 

"So uh…" Guybrush spoke, pretending to not notice just how close the king was, "not that I'm complaining or anything, but why couldn't Ken do this?"

"Ken?" Link looked over his shoulder.

"Oh! Right, uh… Royal Guard Number One." Guybrush chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I keep forgetting the proper decorum. My bad."

Link let out a playful scoff and turned his attention back to the cave. 

"I mean, he did. Several times, but it's like I said, I just… think it might be better to have an outsider's take." Graham then replied. "And besides, I can't think of two better people for the job."

"Understood, and while I can't speak on Link's behalf, I can say that I'm flattered, truly, but…" he scratched his cheek. "Now that we're here doing the request, um… how to put it… why did you tag along? Isn't that, I dunno, the whole point of the guards and Adventurers to do the task so the king doesn't do the heavy work? Pretty sure Ke-- I mean, Number One looked ready to faint when he heard you saying you were coming with."

Graham flinched just slightly and Guybrush immediately regretted his words, but he had to ask. "I… well, you're not wrong. But I just… felt that it was the right thing to do? Make sure you two don't get lost or fall into a pit."

"One time! It was one time!" Link exclaimed. "Goddess help me, I fall in one time and it's held over my head forever."

"To be fair you did proclaim you knew caves like the back of your hand." Guybrush smirked, adding the unnecessary salt to the wounds.

Graham chuckled and exhaled, almost as if in relief of avoiding the topic. 

"Still…" Link then said after calming down, "Guybrush does bring up a good point. It's unusual for the crown to follow. Usually they send a guard or something." 

Guybrush noticed Graham looking away. "I wanted to see for myself that things were safe. That things were okay. It's not that I don't trust you two or the guards but… some things are best seen with your own eyes, y'know?"

The pirate and Hylian glanced at one another, it didn't feel like a lie… not entirely. But it didn't feel like the whole picture either. 

But before they could pry further, the sounds of rocks scraping each other echoed loudly down the hall, Link quickly handed the lantern to the pirate and gripped the hilt of his blade, ready to draw at a moment's notice. Guybrush felt his free arm getting squeezed tightly by trembling hands. Moving the lantern over, he looked to the source and found the king of Daventry turned white with his eyes wide and breathing erratic. "Graham…?" 

"I'm fine… I'm fine… I'm fine…" the former adventurer mumbled like a mantra over and over again.

"Uh… Link?" Guybrush looked to the Hylian. 

"I'll go on ahead and look," Link said, looking at the two, "it's probably nothing, but--"

"N-no! Don't!" Graham gasped, the fear in his voice radiating loudly off the walls. "Don't go…!" 

Link looked between the king and the hall, pursing his lips in uncertainty. "But that's what you asked us to do, right? To inspect? That's kind of our job."

"Don't go." Graham repeated. "P-please…"

Guybrush sighed. "Graham, are you absolutely sure you're okay with this? It's not too late to turn around and let me and Link handle--" he felt his arm tightened and winced. "Or not. Not doing that is fine too."

Link removed his hand from his hilt, his ears twitching at every small noise as it was on high alert. "Graham, what's wrong? I thought this was just an inspection run?" 

"It… it is. It is." Graham looked down. "That's all it is."

"So why are you gripping my arm like you're about to rip it off?" Guybrush then asked. 

"Caves are scary." He continued to look downward. 

"Well, yeah. But that's all caves." Guybrush shrugged. "I thought you would know that by now?"

Another scraping sound and this time Guybrush felt the king slam his face into his arm, as if a child hiding from a monster.

He eyed the Hylian who eased only slightly after crossing his arms. 

The Hylian tilted his head. "Hey, Graham?"

"Hm?"

"Are you scared?" Link asked.

Another squeeze and his breathing hitched. "No… no I'm not. I can't. I'm--"

The distant rumbles of an oncoming thunder was heard, shaking the cave just ever so slightly. The king too was shaking. 

"I-I-I'm not scared."

"Really? I couldn't tell with the lack of circulation in my arm."

"I'm not…!"

At that, Guybrush exhaled. "Graham, why are you lying to me? You know I can read you like an open book."

"I'm telling the truth!" Graham whipped his head up, his eyes clearly betraying him when the roar of the thunder echoed and vibrated the cave, resulting in Graham letting out an audible gasp and hiding his face once again as he began trembling, muttering a string of words that the two could only barely make out:

They're coming. Not again. I can't do this.

"Wait… who's coming?" Link continued asking, but he couldn't prod more as he heard the sounds of Graham's voice hitching. "Graham, you're terrified, aren't you?"

"I'm… I can't be. I can't be scared." Graham mumbled, not moving his face from the pirate's arm. "I can't."

"Y'know, it's okay to be scared…" Guybrush spoke softly. "There's no shame in being afraid. And it helps to talk it out… to put it into words." Though he had an inkling of an idea what it was, he didn't say.

"We're not gonna be leaving for a minute anyways, it started to rain." Link added. "So, no rush."

"Wait, it is?" Guybrush looked surprised. It was soon the sounds of rain that was heard throughout the cave, low rumbles of thunder occasionally heard. "Ah. Right. Ears."

"And smell."

"What else do your Hylian eyes see, Link?"

"Oh, shut up, Guybrush."

The two chuckled just a little at their own banter as Graham just slowly removed his death grip from Guybrush's arm but didn't move himself away, looking to be struggling at finding the right words. 

"I… you two remember… what happened a few months ago. Right?" Graham asked slowly. 

Link and Guybrush looked at one another and then back to Graham. "Of course. We came to visit you, but it was at um… a bad time according to both Number One and Mrs. Hobblepott." Link recalled. "It was after a kidnap--"

Oh. It clicked. He glanced at Guybrush who seemed to have slowly gathered the pieces together alongside the Hylian and frowned. 

"That's why you asked to come. You were trying to face that…" Guybrush realized and sighed. "Graham, you're scared of the goblins." 

"How pathetic, right?" Graham let out a sniff and a bitter scoff. "The king of Daventry is scared of a bunch of goblins? How… how ridiculous. More to that, I couldn't do it alone, I asked you two like… like some weak--" he couldn't finish his sentence and let go of Guybrush completely in favor of rubbing his eyes. "I keep… I keep telling myself that it's over, that I did what the best with what I had but I just… I keep seeing it. I keep waking up and seeing the goblins cave and the glowing mushrooms and I can't… I can't..."

"You can't escape, right?" Guybrush frowned. "That's what you were going to say?"

Graham looked at the pirate who placed the lantern down for a moment. 

"I get it. More than you know. I was trapped in my own set of catacombs before I met you two, remember?"

The king recalled the topic of Big Whoop and fell silent. Ashamed. 

"For what it's worth, I don't think it's pathetic." Link spoke quietly. "If anything, I think it's only natural to be afraid."

Graham looked at the Hylian, confused and in disbelief. "You have the triforce of literal courage."

"That doesn't mean anything. I have it, yes, but do you really think I'm scared of nothing?" Link raised a brow. "Having courage doesn't mean being scared of nothing. Having courage means that you do the right thing even if you're scared." 

"Everyone is afraid of something. Pirate, heroes and even kings." Guybrush said. "It's only human to be scared. That was something that took me years to learn." 

Graham lowered his gaze to the floor. "But… isn't it pathetic for me to ask for help? I'm… I'm a king who asked for hel--"

"Being a king means nothing." Guybrush sighed. "It's a title. Nothing more, nothing less. You asked your friends for help conquering a fear, and that's what we did: we came as friends to help a friend."

"And I lied to you when you asked why I came."

"Because you were scared." Link cut in. "You were scared how we would react because you're stuck up here instead of letting your guard down to trust us." He poked at Graham's forehead. 

The king rubbed his forehead and looked at the two, neither of them holding any animosity or resentment or judgement and glanced away. "I'm sorry… I should've been upfront." He felt his chin being lifted up by Guybrush, as if telling him to stop looking to the floor. 

"Think you can continue this little adventure?" Guybrush asked. 

"We're here every step of the way no matter the decision." Link added. 

Graham glanced at the two and took a breath, smiling just a little bit. The fear wasn't gone, but it was tolerable. "Yes. I am."

(X)

[kaialone]

Different versions of the texture used for the two swords that Ganondorf wields in 'The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker'.

From left to right, they are taken from:

the original Japanese version of Wind Waker GC (2002)

the localized US version of Wind Waker GC (2003)

Super Smash Bros. Brawl (2008)

and Wind Waker HD (2013)

All versions feature Ancient Hylian writing, but the actual text itself was changed multiple times.

(Note that for the sake of this post, all textures, expect the Wii U one, have been scaled up to 4x their original size.)

Original Japanese Wind Waker:

The Japanese version of the original Gamecube incarnation of 'The Wind Waker’ depicts the swords with an inscription that is supposed to read the following:

This means “Kotake Koume” (”コタケ コウメ“ in katakana), the names of Ganondorf’s adoptive mothers.

This text also seems to be used in the Korean version of the game.

Wind Waker US Localization:

The localized US version of that same game instead depicts the swords with the following inscription:

This means “Honmono” (”ホンモノ“ in katakana), a Japanese word that can be translated as “real thing”.

This text also seems to be used in the European version of the game.

Super Smash Bros. Brawl:

In ‘Super Smash Brothers Brawl’, the swords wielded by the Wind Waker Ganondorf trophy are depicted with yet another new inscription:

This means “Zubora Gabora” (”ズボラガボラ“ in katakana). These are the names of two sword smith characters from ‘The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask’.

Curiously, in ‘The Wind Waker’ itself, this inscription is instead used for Phantom Ganon’s sword. But since that sword has a very different design, it seems unlikely this was a mix-up.

Wind Waker HD:

In the HD remake of  ‘The Wind Waker’, the swords are once again depicted with the inscription of “Kotake Koume”.

However, the characters “ke” and “me” have both been altered. One was flipped vertically, the other was flipped horizontally.

This time, the text was retained outside of the Japanese version as well. As did the trophy version featured in ‘Super Smash Brothers for Wii U’.

Why the many changes?

It’s unclear why the inscription of the swords was changed multiple times pior to ‘The Wind Waker HD’, so everything below is only speculation on my part.

It's possible that the original texture, featuring the “Kotake Koume” inscription, may have accidentally resembled the English swear word “fuck” too much, when viewed from a certain angle:

This can be especially noticeable in a crucial cutscene, where Ganondorf points a sword at Link:

If this is the reason, it would explain why that texture was replaced in some localized versions of ‘The Wind Waker’, and then again in ‘Super Smash Brothers Brawl’. 

More evidence is the fact that when ‘The Wind Waker HD’ reused the original “Kotake Koume” inscription again, it altered two of the characters in unusual ways that are unlikely to be coincidental.

With these alterations, the text no longer resembles the swear word when seen from that same angle:

But again, this latter segment is only speculation.

All we know for certain is that the textures were changed throughout the different appearances of the swords.

[cartoonlonk-a]

You are very clingy to your thot bots

      *GASPS IN HYLIAN*

   Yo u ta KE THA  T BAK C---

[henswritingdump]

The Legend of Zelda and the Three Heroes

 The realm of Hyrule was quiet that night as someone sped across the fields, using shadows for cover and evading every patch of moonlight. Their cloak was dark and their face was hidden by both mask and cloth.

 This was a traitor of Hyrule - someone who turned their back against the very goddess who had blessed this land.

 This was someone who vowed to see the downfall of Hyrule’s legendary and heroic legacy, even if doing so stole their last breath.

 The traitor skid to a halt before quietly leaning into the side of a tree. After inhaling a steadying breath, they peaked around the tree’s girth. There, some yards away, was their target.

 After the latest defeat of the Great Calamity Ganon so many generations ago, the soon to be Queen Zelda declared that all of Hyrule should learn as much as possible - of both the past and present. And so there were many stations, much like the one the traitor eyed, where a cavern was dug out so archeologists could study the contents of its walls.

 The marks and remains of the past, the future Queen had reasoned, could be use to help the kingdom as it proceeded into the future.

 But Hyrule’s future would always be cyclical.

 A grand and ancient evil would awaken, a hero with the Goddess’s blessing would arise, and, with the help of a princess that acted as the Goddess’s vessel, the hero would eventually vanquish the great evil. Then all would praise the Goddess and continue on as always in their wondrous peace.

 Praise be Hylia, indeed.

 But this traitor, this vile being, was of the belief that the cycle must be broken. Swiftly and decisively.

 And, to successfully break the near permanent continuations of the cycle, there was a power that they needed. A power that lay in hibernation here in the small patch of forest along the southern edge of Hyrule’s central plains.

 The time to take and harness this power was at hand and all that stood in the traitor’s way were two Hylian soldiers. Flimsy wooden dummies that the traitor used for target practice were made of sterner stuff.

 Having properly gauged their opponents possible strengths and glaring weaknesses, the traitor rushed toward the man-made cavern’s gapping entrance. With a flick of their wrist, the flames of the torches mounted above each guard’s head winked out. Clouds crossed over the face of the moon as the traitor stepped into the view of the rightfully startled guards.

 “Who -!?” was all that one could declare before a sharp blow to the gut silenced him.

 “Halt!” the other declared, raising his halberd to the intruder. They only turned to face him.

 Ignoring the command, the traitor slapped a piece of cloth onto the first guard’s face as he slid down to his hands and knees. Suddenly the man was laying onto his side, all consciousness drawing from him.

 The intruder then took a step toward the other guard.

 “I said halt!” he bellowed again. His stance was starting to falter as he began to quake. “In the name of the Hylian Crown - HALT!”

 The intruder took another step forward and then the moon began to shine again as the clouds passed.

 The still standing guard inhaled sharply as the intruder’s mask came into view.

 There, again a bone-white background and outlined in red, was an eye with a single tear that streaked itself upward toward the crown of the head.

 “The Yi- ,” the guard said in hushed fear. But, before he could finish speaking, the intruder was suddenly only a breath away. A crushing grip covered the guard’s mouth as the intruder signaled for him to be quiet.

 And then the guard dropped his weapon and sagged to the ground as fear forced him to faint.

 The intruder just stared at the guard as his form settled into something akin crumpled garbage.

 “Pathetic,” the intruder spat under their breath.

 The traitor knelt down and slapped a piece of cloth against the fallen guard’s face.

 Standing now, the traitor turned toward the cavern’s mouth as, above, the moon was hidden once again from view.

 “Zaihai!” the traitor barked. Behind them, a figure appeared, cloaked in black and bowing reverently at the waist.

 “Yes, Master Jia Ke,” Zaihai replied.

 “Deal with these two,” Jia Ke ordered, not needing to gesture or give Zaihai any notion of recognition. “And continue the plan. If I am ever disturbed - you will wish for death.”

 “Of course, Master Jia Ke,” Zaihai said, angling his posture slightly lower. “May your success be swift and decisive.”

 “Erase this place from public conscious,” Jia Ke demanded as they moved into the cavern. Anything that Zaihai may have said was shoved outside of Jia Ke’s attention - all of their focus needed to be on the task at hand and the goal that was now within reach.

 Light did not touch the inner portions of this cavern at night, when the only living things nearby were the guards stationed at the entrance. To solve this, Jia Ke raised their right hand and created a small, glowing orb to enlighten the surrounding area from where it hovered just above their fingertips.

 The path was not long and curved to the right slightly before opening up into an almost spherical chamber. Jia Ke tossed the orb up and it settled in the center of the ceiling where it cast its glow over the room’s entirety.

 The walls were all gray with specks of beige colored material. But the thing that interested Jia Ke was the large crack in the wall opposite of them. The crack was wide enough that two of Jia Ke could squeeze through and was only slightly taller. From inside the crack, Malice oozed out and bubbled into a small puddle.

 “Now then,” Jia Ke mused, shrugging off their hooded cloak. They cracked their neck a couple of times and stretched out their arms as the stepped towards the Malice.

 Nothing like this was ever seen in Hyrule. After the Great Calamity fell, the future Queen and her chosen knight quickly moved to erase as much of the Calamity’s stain as possible.

 To find such a reservoir, no matter its size, was a blessing for Jia Ke and all of their scattered followers. With this, a bit of historical knowledge, and some magical skill, this small puddle of Malice would be instrumental in destroying the endless cycle of heroism and peace that plagued this kingdom.

 Jia Ke breathed in, focusing inward and on the energies that swirled around them. As they exhaled, their hands began to dimly glow with black and purple energy. The puddle of Malice bubbled minutely in response.

 “Hear me, Great Calamity,” Jia Ke commanded. The energies that circled around their hands began to pulse down into the Malice. “I am Jia Ke, of the Yiga Clan. I know of the continuous cycle that plagues you as well as this land.”

 A few bubbles grew larger than the rest before bursting loudly. Jia Ke refused to flinch even when a few drop splattered against their form.

 “I want this world to burn under your might,” Jia Ke continued authoritatively. “Use me and my power as your tool to do so.”

 Suddenly the Malice froze, sitting in still silence. Jia Ke continued to send their energies down into the puddle but, after a few tense moments passed, they began to question if they were heard at all.

 Another minute passed and nothing in the chamber stirred.

 Jia Ke dropped their hands to their sides, cutting off the flow of magic. With a heavy sigh, they turned away and moved to pick up their cloak.

 “Another deaden- ,” Jia Ke began to grumble under their breath.

 “Do you not have more to say to me?” a deep and raspy voice gurgled from the puddle, cutting off Jia Ke’s train of thought.

 Forgetting their cloak, Jia Ke whirled around to face the puddle again. The puddle, itself, now began to bubble again in earnest. Within the Malice that lay within the wall’s crack, the silhouette of a man appeared; tall and broad with a mane of hair that moved like fire.

 Jia Ke immediately dropped to their knees. “My lord,” they whispered reverently.

 “Why have you awoken me, child?” the voice asked.

 “Because this is the perfect time to take Hyrule!” Jia Ke declared, one hand fisted over their heart and the other thrown out toward the silhouette. “The cycle of heroes and goddesses and peace has continued for so long that Hyrule can see and know of your next awakening.”

 “And you believe that if I awaken now, my rule can be assured,” the voice growled.

 “Of course, my lord,” Jia Ke said easily, lowering their arms and self so that their mask was only a breath away from the ground. “Hyrule’s weakness lies in what they cannot see.”

 “An interesting theory,” the voice mumbled. “One that I would be willing to entertain, if not for the fact that I am without a vessel and still recovering from my previous encounter with Hylia’s champion.”

 “If it pleases you,” Jia Ke said from where they still faced the ground. “Then I offer up my being to use as you see fit.”

 The voice roared with laughter.

 “You!?” it sneered. “You, a mere mortal left unmarked by any form of divinity, would take on my power?”

 “Yes,” Jia Ke stated in revered absolution.

 The voice was quiet for a moment before speaking again. “Very well,” it said decisively. “You will be my pawn.”

 “Thank you, my lord!” Jia Ke exclaimed lifting themselves up off the ground.

 “However, your body will need to acclimate itself to my power,” the voice said. “That will take much of your time - you may not live long enough to see your plan come close to fruition.”

 “I will take that ri- ,” Jia Ke started to say before a giant hand made of Malice cut them off by reaching out of the wall’s crack, wrapping around Jia Ke’s figure, and drag them forward into the oozing darkness.

 With its summoner gone, the orb of light snuffed itself out as a deep, gurgling laughter reverberated throughout the cavern.

 “Very well, child,” the voice cooed darkly. “We shall follow your plan. Let us see if you have the ability to carry it out.”

[ironbloodccd]

@unistus continued from here~

     One would have thought that after two years, Link’s mind would have settled, and restless nights would have become a thing of the past. Such was not the case, however, and it was all too common for the hero to be kept awake my old memories, or woken by nightmares that were somehow more terrifying than anything than he’d come across in his travels.

     It was made all the more difficult by having no one to confide in regarding those matters.

     The blond was in the midst of silently considering Mikleo’s medicinal offers, lips parted so that he might reply, only to pause at the second option that he was presented with. The Hylian blinked, genuinely surprised to hear it from the normally reserved seraphim, and slowly, a redness rose up into his own cheeks. Link found himself clearing his throat, shifting where he sat upon his bedroll - truthfully, the thought didn’t sound like such a bad one.

     “Are y-y-y-- y-you c-cert-t-tain?” the swordsman asked softly, watching the other male with a small smile, “I... I d-d-don’t w-w-want-t t-t-to k-k-k-- k-keep-p-p y-you up-p, b-b-b-- b-b-but-t-t I... I’d l-l-lik-ke th-that, I th-th-think...”

     It certainly sounded better than remaining awake with his own thoughts.

[insaincat]

I have a few friends who’s life goal is to make me love Revali, and its working. 

Anyway, have som Super Hot Hylian Revali. I binged Britney Spears and Ke$ha to make him. 

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[ask-zora-prince]

Has Link ever cooked something for you?

Why, yes! Just the other day he stopped for a visit. We fished together and then he roasted a few from his catch, cut them up, and put them on wooden spits. I believe he called them ke-babs? Unlike Hylians, we Zora do not require fish to be cooked before eating them, but the pine wood from the fire added to the flavor quite nicely.

[taiisitijuju-blog]

Hylian Boy

Te quiero como muxo

Como muxo muxisimo

Y uff

Osea me es una mierda ke de ninguna nadie pueda expresarle nunca a nadie la manera a la ke kiere a otra persona

Y si se encontrase una palabra

Pasaría el tiempo y solo se convertiría en una palabra como cualquier otra