i don’t know if you’ll ever see this, @milkmxid, but on the off chance you do--
you’ve always been an incredible friend to me. I really hope you enjoy what life gives you as you move on from rp. If you’re ever back, you know where to find me. your writing was what stuck with me at first, your use of good vocabulary and your love for your character. your love for your friends. over time, your friendship blossomed toward me and i was happy enough to watch it grow with you for over three long years. i’ll miss you more than you know!! go on and enjoy the better things that life will give you and experience the best!! thank you so much for sending me that goodbye message. i only wish i’d been here to see it sooner.
despite the boy’s warning, the hunter quickly made his purchase; one dozen bombs, to be divided among four people; himself, sypha, alucard and grant. it was nearing time for them to enter castlevania, having cut their way through the forests, plains and mountains of wallachia to finally reach their destination. their quest was nearly at an end, this town being the final location populated by humans before they would enter hell itself, floating in the sky and concealed beyond the veil of illusion formed by the dark and foreboding clouds over their heads.
❝ i’ve plenty of coin to spare, the price isn’t an issue —– these bombs are to be transported in haste, and divided among my party. they are not merely for my use. where i’m going is, ah… fraught with peril, for lack of a better description. ❞
❝ if you’re gonna fight monsters in bulk, you should focus on weapons that will cause large areas to become dangerous for them. using fire usually works, but bombs can cause landslides if you aren’t careful. ❞ he was aware of how “young” he was, of how young he looked, but he couldn’t just stand by and watch. it was in his blood, his dna per say, to help out those in need.
the boy stood from his spot on the stool, heavy metal shield and gilded short sword jostling noisily against his back. ❝ hey, mister where are you going? if its monsters you’re fighting, i can help. ❞
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❝ you’re not actually gonna buy all those are you? don’t listen to the shop-keep. he’s only interested in your money; only one should do the trick. . . besides, his prices were lower two days ago. he’s hiking them up because we’re at the carnival. ❞ wide-eyed, the little hero watched in dismay. bombs were potent and several of them lugged around on your back could KILL you. especially with so many sharp objects lying around town.
Clocktown is perhaps the most advanced civilization in a Zelda game to-date, sporting a late 1800s/early 1900s vibe with hydro-powered machines, republican political meetings, a bustling tourism industry and an economic miracle in-play. The town has multiple stores and shops, some of which act as simple pawn shops, martial-artistry dojos, a bank and even a modernized post-office. Throughout Clocktown we see many instances of man-made machines, such as the waterwheel inside of the Clocktower that runs on hydrodynamic motion. The bomb shop houses electric light and a schematic of a rocket ship that is meant to take mankind to the moon. We see constant references to the different races around Termina coexisting in economic harmony, buying and selling and trading the available wares from their respective provinces. All of this is a stark contrast to the medieval setting we last saw in Hyrule. Link has essentially gone through to this dimension, or perhaps even gone through time ( considering the focus of the game ). I'd like to take a moment to focus on different characters and their direct ties to the technology and history of Clocktown as a whole.
Guru-Guru hasn't changed much at all, save for the fact that he now has a BACKSTORY. Interestingly enough, he was part of a music troupe that consisted entirely of animals with him being the only human. This gives us insight into the budding entertainment industry throughout Termina, which includes the Gorman Troupe jugglers and dancers, the Indigo-gos, and countless game-type shops found in western Clocktown. Not to mention that these characters, as well as karaoke singers and gig-based bands, offer live shows at the MILK BAR, a members-only club/bar adjacent from the Stock-Pot-Inn...
Which is run by Anju and her strict mother. This inn is two-story and has several rooms available throughout the year, but Anju states that it becomes extremely crowded and impossible to book a room during the Carnival of Time. This denotes an active tourism industry, since even the above listed entertainment troupes compete for a spot to perform during the carnival. Anju is also concerned with a big wedding, in which she will wear a self-made mask for her fiance...
Kafei, the son of Madame Aroma and Mayor Dotour. Whether or not the Mayor is an elected official or if it is an inherited position is unclear, but the meeting seen between himself, mutoh the carpenter and Captain Viscen of Clocktown’s military forces shows a diplomatic and republican ( of belonging to a republic ) way of decisive thinking. Ultimately the decision falls to Mayor Dotour, but only after he listens to the advice of the townspeople. however, during this meeting we can actually see a reference to two coexisting parties; Mutoh acts in the best interests of Economic Capitalism, wanting the carnival to go on as planned despite the blatant dangers. Captain Viscen acts in the interests of the military, who want the townsfolk to flee so that they have the best chances of surviving and to hell with the carnival. Kafei also seems to have a good friend in the owner of the Curiosity Shop, who his father claims is a bad influence on him. During the mission in Ikana Canyon when you are attempting to retrieve Kafei’s mask alongside him, you encounter several new forms of technology. This includes a conveyor belt, an alarm system and a locking mechanism. The owner of the hideout, Sakon, also appears to keep the crime rate in Clocktown quite high.
Next up? The Bombers Gang; a group of do-gooders that go around town befriending and helping out the townsfolk. Once Link joins, he is given a notebook and several stickers to use inside of it. ( and on that note, everything on the desks of others seem to show that they write using ink pens. ) they also show him a secret entrance to, in my opinion, one of the most advanced places in the game: The Astronomer’s Observatory. Composed of a gigantic telescope with enough power to look at the moon and stars, it is here that Professor Shikashi engages his occupation as an astronomer and studies outer space.
Granted, this particular post is only to make note of the technology in Clocktown, but there are numerous other sources of technology; this includes The Great Bay Temple, the entire musical setup at Zora Cape ( which includes electric guitars, bass guitars, drum sets, Speakers, etc. ) and of course the music-box house in Ikana Canyon.... and a lot of other stuff, really. Like the Pictograph Box!!!!
Link must’ve felt an insane amount of culture shock upon coming to termina. The only thing that could really resemble this sort of technology in Hyrule would be the jukebox in Castletown or the Windmill in Kakoriko Village. Leaving Termina must’ve been equally difficult however. Even though he’d been going through the same three days over and over again, the advancements and accommodations in this world must’ve been very easy to get used to. And as we go into the era of Twilight Princess, we can see that many of these aspects never flourished in Hyrule at all.
your archetype is the chosen one.
traits: authentic, brave, bold, intuitive, natural, passionate, stubborn
the chosen one is most commonly used to symbolize the light side, and the heart of the story. unlike the warrior, they barely ever choose to fight on the front lines of a battle. although they will stand up for what they believe in, they do it in a way that is diplomatic, so that they don’t create more conflict than there already is. they do not feel the need to be credited in their achievements and victories, and would rather have their confidantes and comrades have the eternal glory and spotlight. they are content with the happiness of those they care about, and place friendship over all else. the chosen one is always picked for the role, hence the name. their fate was placed upon them from birth, and due to their hero complex, and need to help the meek, they follow instructions, and do what needs to be done.
See Also: The Protagonist is the principal character of a story, usually The Hero, but not always. Beyond any and all other traits, whether they are a Villain Protagonist, The Hero, or simply an Innocent Bystander, and whatever the story’s POV may be, you can generally tell who the protagonist is because the story is about them. This is present in pretty much all fiction, making it an Omnipresent Trope. As a result, this page only defines the term. ( tvtropes )
legend tells of a young boy garbed in green, birthed and CHOSEN by the gods. raised in turmoil and endless agony; he, the HERO OF TIME. with many a riddle and puzzle left solved, his SPIRIT did wander, made yearning for more. but it was a mask of LIES that built him up, distorting a child’s PAIN and TORMENT. for under that mask lies no heroic tale; only the darkness of years. years. SEVEN YEARS. and the boy-turned GOD will never get them back. ( independent Link from OoT, MM and BEYOND ! )
HEADCANON: Link is Hyrule’s Charon/Hermes. Includes shadow temple architecture theories!! death mention is strong.
i don’t expect anyone to endorse or share my headcanons. so please be respectful of them!
Charon, in greek mythos, is the ferryman that crosses the river of styx and archeron, who gives safe passage to newly deceased souls. such a ferry is seen in the “underworld” in Ocarina of Time in the shadow temple. once on the ferry, you must play zelda’s lullaby to start the boat ride down the invisible river. On this boat, you are tasked with an optional battle between two stalfos; the souls of the dead.
what’s more interesting in this temple are the hover boots, which seem very close to a representation of hermes’ boots, which we also see depicted as the pegasus boots in a link to the past.
we can also see references to ascalaphus, the custodian of the orchard of Hades, who is depicted as both a raven and a dark owl, which is seen literally all over the temple.
“So he became the vilest bird; a messenger of grief; the lazy owl; sad omen to mankind.”
but if ocarina of time wasn’t enough for me to make this headcanon, then majora’s mask is. in the game, we see link actively releasing and calming the souls of the dead to make their departures easier. he calms them by using the song of healing and ushers their souls, eased from their regrets, to the other side. in a world that seems to be RULED by the concept of death ( even in name: TERMINA (terminal) ) link almost always acts as a catalyst that either saves a damned soul from death or helps tormented dead pass on into the afterlife. see: the entirety of ikana canyon. this job is dark and would be unwanted by anyone charged with the task, but it also brings about the question of the fierce diety mask. the masks description says that the mask has terrible powers that could be comparable to Majora’s Mask. because of this, I don’t think of fierce-diety as a warrior god, but as a god of death.
where does hermes come in other than for the hover boots? “ In addition to serving as messenger to Zeus, Hermes carried the souls of the dead to Hades,” ; interestingly enough, fierce deity link fights with a double-helix sword, the same symbol used in the Caduceus.
“ The symbolism of the double helix represents the relationship between your natural life(defined as the your physical being) and your conscious experience (defined as your life as you know it to be). The two are represented by the two major strands that create the double helix shape. these two run in opposite directions which resemble the fact that in time your natural life is destroyed, but your conscious experience is being created. “ - credited to agereal on high ideas.
i’ll add more to this headcanon soon.
other credits: @ macintyre, for getting me thinking.
HEART SKIPS A BEAT WITH JUST A FEW WORDS . so abruptly did they found themselves in a situation the mushroom monarch was not ready for , his following inquiry even more-so . while experience had come to mind , all those times spent at the archery range SURFACING in memory , Peach still questions her abilities .
swallowing the lump forming in her throat , she then lastly gives an ANSWER ━━━━━ though through nervous stammering , ❛ um . . . s-sort of ?? you’re not going to suggest i do what i think you are , are you ? ❜ it was an honest one . what use would OCCASIONAL PRACTICE be in a predicament such as this ?
cerulean eyes are hardened to her apprehension; to the way she hesitates, the way her voice shakes when she speaks. if anything, she should be armed to DEFEND herself if he cannot reach her in time. these are the sorts of precautions a princess should TAKE-- the world, after-all, is not always a sunny place.
❛ i think you know a great deal... and you’re only being modest.. ❜ he holds out the fairy bow, full quiver hanging from the bend in his elbow. it swings from side to side in an inviting sort of manner, though her makes no effort to try and COMFORT her. ❛ don’t worry; if anything comes at you, just aim and let it go. ❜
❝ i don’t know about TALENTED, but… ❞ it comes easy to her, instinctive — how the desire to protect breathes life into flames or lightning or waves. a sigh escapes as she calms herself from the fury that had just been released. fair digits twitch slightly, phantom strings pulling where her innate abilities were summoned and unleashed. ❝ magic is a part of me… …and i am a part of it. normal people aren’t like that, though. they aren’t SCARY. ❞
she is apprehensive in how she moves, he can see that plainly. the way her hands twitch or the way her lips breath out frustration. he was the same way after using any of his own techniques-- though the spells would pale in comparison to whatever that had been.
❛ scary? what’re you talking about? i don’t think you’re scary. ❜ one hand on his hip, lips forming a smile. between the priests in the great temples or the coveted techniques of the elements, there were plenty of magick-types back in his home. ❛ plenty of people can use magick if they take the time to learn it. it doesn’t make you any less normal. ❜
gazing upon the traveler who approached the warmth of his fire, ganondorf’s mouth crinkled in a smile.
something flashed in his eyes, but it was too quick to be registered, and the shadow of his hood concealed his gaze again as he looked down, reaching for another log.
‘ you can say the same about yourself, traveler. few, if not none journey to this plateau, unless they have purpose for being here. ‘
nudging the log into the fire, watching it lunge and snap up the fresh bit of wood, his gaze traveled back up, observing old scars and a single, blind eye.
‘ you look to have gone through your own fair share of journeying, ‘ he remarked with his smile holding steady.
he bore nothing more than the exhausted visage of an old man, facial hair long since turned white with the hints of red fading out.
and while sturdily built, age did not seem to have been kind to him, with hands worn and face weary.
yet still did he radiate a warm energy as he smiled upon the other, giving a soft sigh as he reclined back against the log he had settled against, wincing as his back popped with a stretch.
‘ it has only been a mere few hours of this rain, but i already miss the sun. ‘
so he was a hypocrite, then. no sweat off his back; it was a far better title than ‘hero’ or savior’ or whatever else have you. he would take any name over those, even if the term traitor were branded into his skin.
one hand reached over to grasp at his forearm, the flesh kept covered by heavy clothing and the leather straps of his wrist guards. there were many a mark on his body that could only be conveyed through word of mouth. whether it was the bite of the ferocious dragon inside of death mountain or the arrow point that had finally brought him down. the country he loved did love him not. such was obvious in their care of his resting place. of this temple atop the mountainside.
❛ i don’t really remember. ❜ he is chilled to his bones, the fire a welcome warmth to keep him alive. if one could truly call this living, anyway. he was flesh and blood, but he doubted he was anything resembling ‘alive’. ❛ that temple... how long’s it been up here like that? ❜
