it was against the WISHES he’d shared. it seemed like every time he came across someone that might be able to help him, might be able to give him some sort of DIRECTION, they left him more turned around and confused than he ever had been before.
afraid of ABANDONMENT, a fear of being left to his own devices, link let his eyes wander upward toward the face of the pale-haired youth, brows creasing in confusion. was he really that interesting to look at?
sword and shield were at the READY, the wooden surface chiseled with the symbol of the Kokiri Woods, the little dagger in his hands clenched with resolve and an INKLING of fear. why was this adult wearing their attire? he’d never seen any other than HIMSELF dare to wear the Kokiri tunic outside of the Lost Woods. it was disrespectful-- was it some kind of a JOKE?! he shoved his shield forward, an unspoken message for the other to back away.
the realm of Termina was a circular nest of disturbed POWER and daunting pathways that twisted into worlds too different to coexist, shown by mere understanding of ecosystems and their suffering citizens that dwelt within. the world sent unto its hero a simmering SONATA of secrets unhinged, too shadowed and INCOMPLETE to be spoken on the lips of an ordinary child.
it went without saying that the green fields of Termina ticked like the mocking hands on a dial’s pale face, countingdown the minutes it took for its captives to disappear into ABADDON. so few hints were left to those who dwelled in the city of masks and gears, the fate of their kin to be decided by the IMP whose power reeled in the gigantic MOON from overhead, its eerie gaze drawing ever-nearer to challenge their denial and festive ANGUISH.
a boy of green would find himself appaled at their pig-headed and stubborn approach, denying the families of CHILDREN the approval of fleeing for their lives. to sit and look day after day at the repeating fall of the moon above their faces nearly drove him MAD, the Song of Time played on an instrument of brillliant blue. memories gone, friendships wiped away, all for the sake of repeating seventy-two hours OVER AND OVER again, never able to get things right. the southern swamp, the northern mountain, the western sea and eastern canyon, all left for the sun to bake as he made his way through town, head held low with dawning REALISATION of his near-impossible task.
distraction placed on the shoulders of a CHILD HERO unknown to the world, he nearly made no move in clocktown’s nightfall to STOP his collision, brown boots barely skidding to a halt before a figure of pallid showing. how long had it been? he’d been roaming aimlessly for hours, his plan still left unmade. to stare out without a purpose into the open, just as the zora woman once had when she’d lost her eggs, this was what true SADNESS felt like, wasn’t it?
he had to remind himself to say, ❝ i’m sorry. ❞ but he couldn’t say he’d ever seen this man before.
x. he was getting ahead of himself, taking three steps when only two were possible.
“keep going and you’ll only be in my way.” sharp words given without hesitation. maybe the boy had time strapped to his back like a looming weight greater than the moon that hung precariously in the sky, but that was no reason to get reckless. it was written all over his face how much it hurt. that cut had every probability of gathering infection, being exposed to the open air like that. “alternatively, you could make it worse and you’ll only slow us down more.”
he was no good to anybody dead.
gathering a steady breath while closing his eyes, two gloved fingers push the frame of his glasses back to their appropriate place. he’d managed to come out of their recent skirmish relatively unscathed. as per usual, he’d reminded the boy that it was his own responsibility to protect himself, but this wasn’t exactly unexpected — in fact, he’d been impressed that a boy half his age held his own so well. not that it was expressed, but the redhead was good for his word, having offered to bail him out of things got too tough. after all, he was the one to ask the boy for his knowledge pertaining to the area, he couldn’t let anything severe happen to him. his dignity was still set to a high standard.
“sit down over there.” it’s less of a question and more of a directive, using the uplifted nod of his head towards an old wooden stump not more than ten paces from where they stood.
ugh… he didn’t really enjoy being told what to do like that. if they just went a little further, mayhaps they could find a small FAIRY hole or an herb bush with which to make scratch potions. his features screwed up lightly, Link’s ears giving a subtle twitch before finally he turned to COMPLY. a short rest wouldn’t be fought against, especially not if it meant that he could get off of his feet for a moment. he’d been up for TWO DAYS as it was, not that he’d ever say that to Richter. as far as he needed to know, Link slept like a normal person.
why is he so concerned. its not like he owes me anything. none of the other adults ever gave a–
❝ fine, fine. ❞ there was a sigh of RELIEF as he sat, legs dangling over the side of the wooden tree stump. he often passed by here when in between quests, finding it easier to sleep near something FAMILIAR than by the crashing waves of skeleton fish and croaking like-likes. ❝ you don’t have to worry about me, you know. i’ve been on my own since i was born. i’m used to gettin’ hurt like this. ❞
another day… another PASSING of the hour… tick tock, tick tock… it didn’t matter how many times he reset the dial, or how many times he walked OUT of those doors from beneath the clocktower. it was a repeating image firmly imprinted in his mind, around and around they would go, each day more DAUNTING than the last as they all took turns inserting the next coin.
the threads of TIME had become tightly woven once more, the town roaring to life around him as he took his first steps from the wooden boardwalk and AWAY from the construction workers that yelled and cried for completion.
his eyes barely lifted toward an unfamiliar face, blond hair, an ODD outfit. perhaps the death of one he’d witnessed had once again changed the flow of time. perhaps now more people would come into the city, DENYING the existence of the moon above them. but nightfall here would not be so forgiving, not so long as the red eyes of the moon bore down upon them in a hellish glow.
he wasn’t sure what was weirder, to be honest; meeting a girl like this in the middle of a blizzard on an abandoned mountain or the fact that she’d managed to apologize thrice in a single sentence. it wasn’t like she was in trouble or anything! he didn’t own the mountain, he’d just been curious as to why another person was even up here in these conditions.
❝ don’t worry about it. it’s just strange to see people. i wasn’t mad at you or anything like that. ❞
x. { that face – he .. .} nevermind. it wasn’t important.
the sound of shuffling reaches his ears before his gaze settles on the sliver of navy blue brought into his line of sight. & for the time, the matter of the wall is momentarily set aside. “what is this?” he questions before the blond moves into his explanation, to which he’s attentive toward. he’s a little shocked to hear a swath of clothing that would allow him to breath underwater? – impossible. he’s never heard of such a thing, so it goes without saying his skepticism is present. s’pose he truly is the foreigner in this world, but .. .
rather than spending his time trying to figure that out, there are a couple of key words that catch his attention. it’s made known by the slight narrowing of his gaze and the cant of his head. words that he holds to himself for a moment longer until he has time to look this thing over. reaching for the material, he unfolds the tunic – bearing witness that it would fit a frame more of his own stature, not that of a small boy still growing
“what do you mean you can’t use it anymore?” it should have never fit him to begin with? so why was he carrying it around.
;;ah, shit. he’d said that hadn’t he? a visible rising of his lower lid is unable to be supressed, the young boy stumped into silence. he stood there, STARING, for much longer than he would have liked, searching for some idiotic excuse that didn’t consist of ’what? no. you misheard me.’ he disliked LYING, but at this rate that may have been his only choice, right?
you didn’t just tell someone that you had gone through TIME and back, that you’d saved the entire WORLD from an Evil King that had transformed into a pig-faced demon. That a magical sword had put him to sleep for seven years and STOLEN something precious, and that the leaving of that blade had cost him a dear friend…
the one that I’m here looking for.
one ear batted off toward the right, Link remaining obviously disturbed by the question he’d asked. he had probably taken way too long to come up with a believable brush-off, so he elected instead to ignore it.
tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, the clock was on his BACK. he didn’t have TIME to be worrying about explanations. Richter wouldn’t remember them anyway, when these three days were up. But his poor friend… even if they DID find her, would she remain found?
damn it.
❝ h-hey, you’re pretty weird. do you always ask so much? ❞
Something sinister resided here; not only in this world ( or rather above it ), but on this snow-limned mountain, as well. Something was here; and maybe the youngster was indeed right. This place wasn’t safe, not at all.
“–I take it you’re staying here, then?”, he spoke calmly, words lingering in the frigid air. It was the way the young elf - or that’s what Kratos simply assumed he had been - voiced his concerns; it made it clear that he wasn’t inclined to leave; that he, somehow, had something to take care of in this perilous place.
“If you do, I will stick around. I’m curious to see what menace is hiding in a place like this.” It was not like the auburn was prone on getting into danger; but he had no clue whatsoever where to go, anyway. As hazardous as this place might have been – it was probably more dangerous to wander around & end up getting lost in this distorted world.
what a weird guy. FIRST he comes falling down on this mountain, so close to Snowhead, with wings… then he just decides not to leave or heed ANY of his warnings. it was like he was a talking stick at this point, no one was going to listen to him. it wasn’t as if he were running a charity organization to help people–
ahh, but he was, wasn’t he? he had offered to help so MANY people already, specially lost souls who had lost their way. he was a beacon of hope for those who were dead or dying, his song HEALING their ego-wounds and easing their numerous regrets with a soothing melody. …he was just going to FOLLOW him, wasn’t he?
it wasn’t as if that hadn’t been what his other few companions had done. namely tatl or tael, for a short while. even Kafei had taken the short step and allowed Link to roam into the driver’s seat for the man’s own relationship.
ღ In many ways Wendy was relieved to see the boy approaching, but also she was stunned at how he could ask such a plain question when there was clearly a common threat waiting only a few feet away. “I could ask you the same question!” She retorted grumpily, gaze swivelling back to the spider monster so that it couldn’t come an closer to her without her noticing. The boy hadn’t looked like a Bomber, though, certainly not dressed the same. In fact, he reminded her of.. Blue hues returned to the boy in shock. He reminded her of Peter. As she looked at him, she noticed a sword and shield on his back, and felt a glimmer of hope. “Are you here to save me?”
Perhaps a strange conclusion to come to, but when she had been in a spot of bother in Neverland, Peter had never failed to come to her aid. A glimmer of brightness caught her eye; the boy had a fairy, too! Hopefully this one wouldn’t treat her with so much jealousy as Tink had done upon their first meeting.
❝ save you? it’s just a Skultula. if you walk around it – ❞
right. most people weren’t so WILLING to walk in sewer water as Link was. not to mention that they were inexperienced around monsters and usually didn’t know about their territorial issues. Tatl could be heard giving an exhasperated SIGH as she hovered above his head, her light glowing BRIGHTLY amidst the darkness of the underground tunnels. he didn’t draw his sword or his shield, taking instead from his back a long, wooden bow. the fairy bow was his preferred projectile weapon, taking his stance and notching in an arrow to the fraying drawstring. perhaps he realy HAD over-used it.
the elf took AIM in silence, the water beads that clung to the ceiling dripping down and splashing in the water around them. a warm thumb touched the skin near his lips, and with each RAGGED exhale his aim stayed firm, the tip of his steel-tipped arrow whizzing from the drawstring and embedding itself deep into the soft tissue of the spider’s stomach. It was always the BACKSIDE that you had to strike, soft and tender like any human’s skin.
crimson sprayed him in the face and covered his hair, one arm coming up to rub off the RESIDUE from around his eyes. killing monsters was always a messy task, especially when it was a death deserved only by someone that really had no idea what they were doing– or who had no BUSINESS being down here in the first place.
❝ This is the Bomber’s hideout. You aren’t supposed to be here. It’s dangerous! ❞
The midnight colored mare stopped in front of the hunter awaiting his next command. His horse, affectionately dubbed Quincy the third, tapped it’s hooves against the soft dirt. Hopefully fate wouldn’t take this cybernetic and organic masterpiece away from the hunter like it did the others before. These modified stallions were very expensive, and veryhard to find nowadays. Not many people used horses as a mode of transportation with the age of technology being upon man. But D, preferred using a horse rather than a car or carriage. He could not properly articulate the reason why the preference was there, all the answer he could give was that he was drawn to them.
D now directed his attention towards the small elf boy, and felt a wave of embarrassment hit his gut. He had no idea Link was so small until now, he really hadn’t been paying any mind to the young boy’s height. The hunter looked to his horse, then back to Link once more. There would be no way for the child to climb up this horse by himself, the mare was as tall or if not taller than D was.
Gingerly grabbing the boy, the hunter picked and placed the elf onto the saddle of his horse. Hopefully the child wasn’t offended by the dhampir invading his personal space but they did have to hurry if they wanted to rid the omen that plagues this valley.
After Link was settled the dhampir finally mounted his mare, and gripped the leather reigns tightly in his clawed hands. “Hold on tight.” Kicking the sides of the mare’s belly with spurred heels, the pair were off towards Ikana Castle.
was there something on his FACE? he’d been staring at him for a really long time, almost sizing him up in some ways. one hand stayed perched on Link’s waist, head tilted slightly to one side as he scanned over the male’s features. there was something incredibly OFF about the way this guy looked– NOT QUITE human, definitely not Hylian, but then what?
Link was able to turn and survey the interesting METAL horse beside him, curious as to how it was able to be alive. some of it looked like real animal, some of it looked like the GEARS he saw rotating underneath the Clocktower back in town. the world he was lost in was one of strangity and despair, so Link knew BETTER than to question the unknown rather than embrace it. he wouldn’t (not quite so metaphorically, considering. ) look the gift horse in the mouth. besides, she wasn’t MUCH bigger than Epona had been at her full size, so it wasn’t like he was going to be afraid of–
!!! — the sound that left his mouth was INDESCRIBABLE, not one of fear or discomfort, but of surprise. his stomach did flips, the same sort as when he found himself having to JUMP from a very high cliff or down into the belly of the Deku Tree. his lips formed a very straight, very tight line, and his body went as RIGID as a board.
but he understood the means– there was no WAY he could have climbed up on that horse unless he’d transformed. even then, he doubted that it would have been very pleasant riding an equestrian beast of partial metal as a FISH…
his eyes managed to take notice of the claws on his fingertips, quite comfortable at the front of the saddle. the sudden burst of wind at his hair was familiar, not at all what he expected from such a FEARSOME looking beast, but a comfort he could recall from riding his own friend, Epona.
❝ Don’t worry, I have a horse too. But she’s a lot smaller and can’t get up to high places like this. – It’s just up the hill, the well entrance. its just a big hole in the ground. you can’t miss it. ❞
Link is a ten year old Hylian boy cast out into the world. Given a sword and called a savior, he was made to undergo dangerous trials and defeat several gigantic monsters and dragons of all sizes. Orphaned at infancy by his dying mother, Link was raised in the Kokiri Forest and was frequently abused by the child-leader of the Kokiri for being a Hylian.
He was forced to grow up without knowing the consequences of his actions; He chose to heed the Great Deku Tree’s words and bring the Emerald to Zelda at Hyrule Castle. Believing Zelda’s words and trusting her judgement, Link gathered the Ruby and Sapphire from two remaining temples, returning to town just in time to see Zelda retreating on horseback with Ganondorf in pursuit. Obtaining the Ocarina, he was told via telepathy to enter the door of time– but not what was going to happen next.
Upon waking up, Link’s shock is clearly written on his face. He is told to look at his growth, and he stands as a seventeen year old young man, able to wield the power of the master sword. While he is able to return to his age at the end of the game in the Child Era, Link ultimately loses his entire childhood and continues to see this pattern throughout the Zelda series.
Link is always born with the mark of the Goddess Farore on the back of his hand. It is a golden symbol, the Triforce, with the right-hand side lit up. It represents the piece of her existence that she granted to him, a fragment of power that enables him to dismiss fear and enter the realm of reckless indulgence to save the people of Hyrule from any evil or tyrannical being.
He's known to be childish at times and loves all kinds of food-- especially if its free. As a growing and healthy boy, he can often be found chowing down at the Ranch or somewhere in town, well-known by the town's occupants as nothing more than the fiary boy. Princess Zelda and those who matter within the castle, however, are not ignorant to what he had done for them upon saving their world.
Link does have an incredible angry streak, though. If anyone appears condescending, he does his best to put up with it, but he is unable to stand by if one of his friends is insulted or threatened with danger or harm. He's extremely protective of all those he bonds with, which is an incredibly hard thing to do. Almost all of his friends and companions leave about their business and have left Link to his own devices. It is assumed that he dies alone when he becomes the Hero's shade. If you do befriend him, handle with care.
First things first, the Mun is known as Pepsi; please use whatever pronoun you feel with with me. I don't mind it in the least! He/She is fine. Or they. Whichever you feel fits me best.
Shipping: I am a multi-verse blog/multi-ship blog. However, he’s very picky and it most likely won’t happen without years of angsty development. Why? …Well, he doesn’t care! Empathy/Sympathy won’t be found with this muse. However, he greatly admires beauty. What he finds beautiful varies.
I am also extremely selective of OCs and will not roleplay with those made purposely for shipping. i won't roleplay with ocs that are related to canon characters, or 'personified object' ocs. I also expect you to have something for me to read so that I may know about your character. ‘Rp to find out’ does not roll with me.
I do offer MUTUAL EXCLUSIVITY, but this is not a requirement. if you would like me to only interact with the muse you play on your blog, then I will expect the same in return. we must have been threading for at least a week before i will offer this feature.
If I am following you, that means that I want to thread with you. It means I’ve seen something promising on your page and that I do want to interact with you. Please note that I won’t rp with multi-muse blogs or gender-bent muses.
Lastly, if you decide that you feel the need to call me elitist or pretentious for my choices to role-play, i suggest you go and find one of the other thousands of Zelda blogs to meet your needs, as i refuse to respond to any anon hate messages without the use of know-anon, meaning that your url will be shown and i just won't care about the repercussions that brings you. Don't dish it out if you can't take it.
VERSES LIST
Main verse: MAJORAS MASK. Game Setting.
Link, transported by means of mysterious magic to a world, Link embarks on a journey to save the topsy-turvy land of Termina from being crushed by the moon in just three days. To defeat the Skull Kid, Link has to live the same three days over and over again, but not without the help of a few transformative masks. His journey takes him from a poisonous swamp, a snowy mountain, a misty ocean and the valley of death itself.
Link has become Jaded in this world, keeping to himself and always weary of losing new friends. With Tatl floating at his side, Link does his best to rid the world of an extreme evil that not even he understands-- a terrifying mask of possession on the face of a child his own age.
This blog will allow plotting for the popular theory that child link is, in fact, dead. Termina is just a figment of purgatory while Link comes to terms with the five stages of grief. This means that any interaction outside of the Zelda fandom will have Link as a corporeal spirit, unaware of the truth.
[ THE BOUNTY HUNTER ] Post-Majora's Mask
Rather than going on at the end of Majoras Mask, Link stays in the lands of Termina and becomes a teen bounty hunter. Accompanied by no one down the roads that lead him any and everywhere, he carries with him the faceless masks of those who've passed on and is always cautious of strangers.
[ Main 2 ] Ocarina of Time ( all timelines )
In the vast, deep forest of Hyrule, the Great Deku Tree served as the guardian spirit. The children of the forest, the Kokiri, lived with the Great Deku Tree. Each Kokiri had his or her own guardian fairy, except one. His name was Link.
Upon gaining access to the Temple of Time and the Master Sword, Link travels seven years into the future. You learn that the time travel happens because, although Link is the chosen one to remove the Master Sword from its stone sealed sheath, you must be of a certain age to wield it. Therefore Link is trapped in a sort of “hibernation” until he is old enough to fulfil his destiny. When Link awakens he finds that in his absence, Ganondorf has used the Triforce of Power to take control of Hyrule and turn it into a post apocalyptic world.
[ SM4SH VERSE. Melee. YOUNG LINK. ]
Chosen to fight amongst the best champions, the competition gets rough when Link faces off against familiar rivals and strong foes he's never met before. This universe is used for a friendlier atmosphere for other view game characters. The tournament starts soon-- is your muse in?
POST-ALL
Link has returned from Termina as an adult, fully prepared to take his father's place as a Knight of Hyrule. However, things don't appear to be going his way... he finds himself entranced by the sudden dark clouds that cover the sky. In armor, sword in hand, has war come upon them once more?
