GOD how I love the Tamsy meat riders I follow, y’all be making me giggle n shi when coming up with your NASTYYY ideas 👅👅👅 like yess feed me more, keep cooking 😛
“Yeah, I like Tamsy because he’s an interesting character, a good written villain, AND he’s fine as hell.”
“Yeah, I like Tamsy because of his actions towards Rudo and Amo.”
As D1 Tamsy glazers, I feel like we have to understand that Tamsy is genuinely a demon spawn from hell with the way he’s moving in the manga and that his actions isn’t justifiable in the slightest no matter what his reasoning is. The reason we should like him ls because of his character design and how he’s written in the manga as an antagonist, NOT because of his sadistic actions towards two mentally unstable teens for basically no reason other then his own twisted convictions😭
(I saw a tweet about this topic, argued about it, and wanted to share my opinion on here since It felt like I was talking to a brick wall on X, but all in all this is just a rant post so don’t take this too seriously)
Oh nooo it’s my birthday todayyyy. I certainly don’t hope a dual-colored and long-haired, pierced, scarred and ethereal-looking man suddenly appears on my bed all SWEATY, WHINY and tied up with TIGHT blue ropes before I head off to sleep. Oh noooo, that (I) would totally SUCKKK (him off) *wink* *wink*
Overview: Few know of the bittersweet origin behind the Master Sword, which began with a talented smith's desire to keep the man she loved safe against the hands of Demise. You may have failed your husband, but after a mysterious portal appears in your world, you're about to learn there's more to Link's legacy than originally thought...
A continuation of this
I've had this story sitting my drafts for a while now, debating whether to do it, but after a few asks and the lastest update, I decided it's the perfect time to publish :)
Series Masterlist ⚔️ Legend of Zelda Masterlist
PROLOGUE: Dreaded Beginnings
...It all began with a portal.
Where it came from or what it meant, you could only begin to fear. All you know for certain is that it appeared sometime during the night, quietly and without notice until the earliest hours of the morning.
A knight had showed up at your door step, out of breath yet insistent that you come with him at once. Just like that, your peaceful morning had been turned into a horrifying nightmare as you pushed past a nervous crowd, determined to see for yourself what they were all murmuring about: a swirling purple wall that glowed bright with a haunting aura unlike anything any of you had ever seen before.
Is it a weapon of Demise? Are you all in danger yet again? That has been the understandable concern echoed amongst your people, some weeping as they herded their families away while others cursed and stood their ground in denial. You, meanwhile, simply felt numb...but such a feeling isn't new to you.
You didn't outwardly panic or wavier into submission. Instead, you gave orders, stern and brave: no one other than the knights are allowed to go near the mysterious wall. Until its origins can be confirmed, it shall remain under constant surveillance as shall the skies and surrounding islands. No one should leave their homes after sunset, and if anything strange is witnessed, no matter how small, report it at once...This action seemed to pacify citizens for the time being, but you're perfectly aware that it'll only be a short-term solution at best.
Even though the portal has yet to pose any real threat, you can still feel the anticipation slowly eating away at your nerves. Any day now, an army of monsters could cross through to wreck havoc on your people once again...and you doubt Hylia's people will be as resistant as to survive another war like the last, especially given your healing numbers and resources...
"...What's out there, mama?" You don't mean to jolt so obviously, but there's no taking it back now. Looking down, you find your son has crawled out of bed, his nightgown almost dragging across the ground and a stuffed animal hugged tightly against his chest. He nuzzles his face even closer to it, absorbing all of your worry like a sponge as he whispers fearfully, "Are there monsters?"
"No, no monsters. Only the knights on patrol," You answer, lifting him into your arms and holding him up to peek through the curtains with you. True to your word, a pair of knights march on by, and if you look hard enough, you can see the flicker of more lanterns on the opposite side of the island where another group makes their rounds. Still, your son takes his time scanning the darkness outside for himself before finally giving a satisfied hum and resting his head against your chest.
"What are you doing up so late, my love?" You ask, resting your head gently against his, "It's far past your bedtime."
"I couldn't sleep..." He admits through a mumbled whine while rubbing his eye with his free hand - the other's too busy keeping the paw of his stuffed animal securely in his grip.
You frown, knowing his struggle all too well. You haven't slept much yourself lately - not since that portal's appearance two days ago, although truthfully, you hadn't slept well before then either, almost as if your mind had predicted something terrible approaching on the horizon.
Every night has been spent tossing and turning, grumbling and crying. You've been restless beyond belief, unable to ignore all the anxieties whirling around inside your head. Even now, while holding your son close and looking over your cherished home...you can't help worrying about what your future will bring.
"Well, that's no good," You put on your best smile while closing the curtains with your free hand, "How about some warm milk and another bedtime story then? I know that always helps mama sleep."
He doesn't answer all too quickly, instead mulling it over for a few seconds before finally asking, "...Can it be the one with the knight and princess?"
"Of course."
Warm milk and a bedtime story is a mother's secret weapon to getting her child to doze off before candle wax begins to drip, and tonight's results prove no different than previous ones. Despite his valiant fight against it, it doesn't take long before your son begins to lose the battle against his own exhaustion, his head bobbing limply with droopy eyes that barely hold onto the tale you narrate.
...Your precious child. Whatever would you do if any harm came upon him? It's not something you like to think about, but the question can't be shaken from your mind lately. Your son had been born on Skyloft months after its creation, having joined a new generation who would never know the Surface or the life it once held. Perhaps foolishly, you believed that meant he'd never have to know the fear or pain you had, however if that glowing portal truly was a created by Demise -
"- Mama...?" You blink, your hummed response almost automatic to the name you've taken great pride in these last four years.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
When you look down at him, you half wonder if he hadn't been talking in his sleep. His eyes are barely cracked open, his breath soft and peaceful as he curls into the comfort of his quilted blanket and feathered pillow. Then, he asks in a whistled whisper, "...If the monsters come back again, will daddy come back, too?"
The question comes like a splash of freezing ice water - The force so strong it nearly shatters the mask you've worked so carefully to maintain in front of everyone. You have to be mindful of how hard you clench your teeth, desperate to distract yourself from the water that almost overtakes your vision. Thankfully, your son's too out of it to really notice...
"...Why do you ask that?" Is the response you decide on, gulping down the lump caught in your throat.
"'cause you said daddy fought the monsters to keep us safe, so maybe if they come back, he'll come back, too, to save us again and maybe this time he'll decide to stay," There's so much innocence in the way he says it - like a simple matter of fact with just the faintest shimmer of hope...
Of course, you've explained everything to your son before. With a father so famous and well respected, it would only be a matter of time before he found out anyway. Better he hear it from you than someone less sensitive towards it.
You've explained that yes, like other kids, he does have a father who would've loved him very much. You've told countless stories, from the more widely known accounts of a hero to the more intimate moments of a simple traveler and husband. You've ever so carefully discussed the concept of death, trying to put it in terms that would help a small child understand without completely traumatizing them...but it seems your son is still too young to fully grasp the idea.
"Sweetheart -..." You start, at last turning back to face him, yet by the time you find that courage, you're greeted by quiet snores. There's a moment where you wait, certain that if you move too quickly, he'll awake and start with the same line of questioning.
Once confident he won't be stirring anytime soon, you sigh, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "...Sleep well, my love..."
Blowing out the candle, you quietly tip-toe out of the room and close the door all but a sliver behind you. It's only after crossing the hallway and slipping into your own room that you rub a heavy hand down your face, choking back a brief sob that shakes your chest and tightens your throat. It's the type of cry you only let through when you know no one will see - The pain you usually keep well hidden to avoid suffering through anyone's pity, yet as of lately, it's held the added pressure of keeping everyone else calm.
You've become a respected leader for the broken people of Hylia, having helped build Skyloft from the ground up during a time where hope had nearly been lost. People look to you for guidance - They benefit from your strength and take comfort in your confidence...and you've done it all for the sake of upholding your husband's legacy.
Link gave his life to defeat Demise. He was successful and your people are now safe. You're safe, just as he prayed you would be. How dare the universe already begin to take any more reason away from his already pointless death?! Are you really to believe that his sacrifice - that his life - only held enough worth to buy you four measly years of peace?!
"Worrying yourself sick like this won't make it disappear any faster," Your father, Hiroto, had warned, but even he stays up late worrying for the sake of his family and their future. You're certain everyone in Skyloft has been...and it's all because of that blasted portal!
You try to take his advice - You try to put faith in the knights and rest easy trusting you won't wake up to another war upon your doorstep, just as your nightmares fear, but you're rarely successful. Losing Link was like losing half your heart. The thought of possibly losing anymore makes you anxious like a remlit trapped in a cage; angry and dangerously desperate for an escape from your current predicament...Maybe that's why you soon find yourself sitting up in bed, once again giving up on the idea of sleep for yet another night. How many does that make in a row now?
Like all those other nights, you spend time pacing through your home, careful not to awake your son or father. And like those other nights, you eventually find yourself outside, trekking through the crisp wind with a long robe protecting you from its nose biting chill.
You're certain you could walk this path blind and still find your way, after all you take it at least once every morning - sometimes more if the day hadn't gone the way you hoped. Normally, you cross paths with neighbors who stop for conversation, yet at such a late hour, you only draw the attention of patrolling knights, none delaying your stroll beyond a polite questioning of your night and health. The answer's always the same: a simple "I'm well" to save them the trouble of an earful.
Soon surrounded by tall stone walls that echo your shaken breaths and sorrowful tears, you adjust your robe better around yourself while approaching the pedestal waiting at the center of the room. It, too, is familiar, in fact it's the very reason you find yourself often coming to this temple. Like a child would their favorite blanket, you come here seeking its comfort.
While you visit the temple every day, the exact length of your stay tends to vary. Usually its short and sweet, however there's been expectations. The day after your son's birth, on every anniversary of Skyloft being founded...You find peace in being here, almost as if you can sense Link's presence while standing at the foot of his sword - of your sword, the very one you had poured your whole heart and soul into crafting only for her mission to be in vain. And if you let your hands linger upon the handle he once carried...sometimes it feels like...
You allow your fingertips to brush upon each grove made in the cold metal before sighing heavily and collapsing with your back towards the sword.
"...What arewe to do, Link? We can't simply turn our eyes to the soil and hope all will be well on its own. As much as I despise saying it, we're more vulnerable now than ever before. There's nowhere else for us to go - nowhere to run...If Demise were to truly come back, then -" You squeeze your eyes shut for a pause then let your gaze fall back to the sword beside you, "...I cannot bear to lose what little left I have of you...Our home, our people, our family...I fear losing any of it would mean your death was for nothing...
"You died to protect us and now here we are, in danger once again..." After rotating onto your knees, you fall silent in careful thought as if an idea has suddenly presented itself to you, however in truth, this thought has been on your mind for as long as that cursed portal has, "...Something must be done. I refuse to sit here waiting for trouble to find us first. I refuse to risk our son's life for some promise a Goddess already broke...
"I know - I know you'll think of me as foolish, and I know that it must cause you great distress to no longer be able to argue some sense into me...I'm sorry for that. I really, really am, but my mind is made up. I won't allow your sacrifice to be for nothing. I won't allow any harm to come to our family ever again."
Standing to your feet, you look down upon the sword and gulp. It's only a blade, one forged by your own hand in fact, yet it feels much more intimidating than any other weapon you've held. Maybe it's because of what it symbolizes, given this choice you're about to commit to. Maybe it's haunted by Link's spirit, desperate for you to change your mind and stop being so irrational...but you've always been so stubborn.
"I'm taking it upon myself to investigate this strange portal. I'll ensure that it poses no threat to Skyloft or any of our people. I'll be careful, of course - I'll remember everything you taught me; always remain on guard, take no unnecessary risks...Just know, if I don't do this, Link, I - I will never rest easy again! You should understand that better than anyone else. If I had asked you back then, you wouldn't have stayed put knowing what Demise would bring, so please don't blame me for taking after you lead, my love."
Everso cautiously, you take hold of the handle, letting go of one final, long breath before tugging. It requires more force than you expected, almost as if the sword hesitates to surrender itself to you. Then, as if remembering the hand of its creator, it moves. Like butter under a hot knife, it slips right out of the pedestal, allowing you to admire its full beauty in the moonlight that shines into the temple.
Years have passed since the creation of this blade which has seen countless battles and tragedies, yet it somewhat still looks as perfect as it had the day you first removed it from the flames of your blacksmith. The metal is smooth and flawless, with not a scratch nor chip to be counted. It doesn't quite fit your hand as it did Link's, although you still have no trouble handling its weight which is light and balanced even as you give it a few experimental swings.
"...A piece of you to always keep beside me..." You whisper, resting your forehead against the dull side of the blade.
.
.
.
Suddenly, the sword shimmers in an unnatural, bright blue light. Caught off guard, you almost drop it all together with a gasp, however before you can properly react, the light removes itself from the sword's blade, leaping into the air and taking the form of a spirit seemingly made of crystal. She looks upon you with a neutral expression - neither friendly nor hostile - which is a far cry from your own look of utter terror.
"My Lady, I have waited for you," Unlike her expression, the Spirit's voice is soft and gentle like the delicate strings of a harp, but that does nothing to ease your fear.
Too stunned to speak, you stand with the sword held nervously fiercely between the two of you, eyes locked onto every movement of the floating apparition who is hardly fazed.
Despiteyour silence, she goes on to explain as if already prompted by a question, "I was created for the singular purpose of serving my master on their quest. You are not my intended master, however I shall consider you one as you created the sword I reside in."
"H - How are -?" You begin with a shake of your head.
"- The Goddess Hylia blessed the sword you carry. In doing so, she created me with the purpose of serving as a guide for her Chosen Hero, my master. He had no use for me while already at the end of his destiny, however there is a new danger that threatens your home that you wish to address. I shall aid you on your journey."
The Goddess Hylia...The name puts an unfavorable taste in your mouth, but also sparks an important memory you've held onto since the war:
"May this blade achieve its goal in serving its master just as its marker had intended. Let it light the hero's way through battle and protect him forevermore."
You lower the sword with some hesitation, yet keep your guard up, "...What's your name?"
"Fi is the name I was given," She answers quite formally.
You test the name, "...And you think you can be of aid to me?"
"Yes, for it is the purpose of my existence," You had hoped for more of an explanation beyond that, yet Fi seems to keep precisely to the point no matter how vague, "I shall accompany you on your journey and provide aid whenever it is needed. Should you require my assistance, you may call upon me."
Then, as suddenly as she had appeared, Fi disappears into a ball of shimmering light which returns to the sword in your hands, leaving you in a daze while wondering if you hadn't imagined the entire interaction after too many sleepless nights.
Link never mentioned a spirit possessing this sword, although would he have even had the time to find out? The battle against Demise occurred not long after Hylia blessed the blade, and Fi did say something about him having no use for her by that point...but why exist at all then? Why create a spirit to watch over a sword that had already served its purpose?
...You choose not to spend too much time thinking about it right now - not when there are more pressing matters at hand. You came here to retrieve Link's sword, however it's only the first of many preparations you have yet to finish.
With urgency, you hurry back down the very path you had taken to the temple, well aware that any further delay may cause complications to your plan or worse second thoughts.
Ideally, you'd be able to say that you're confident in this decision - to journey through a mystery portal all in hopes of finding its source and protecting your home - although that's only an easy thought in theory. Put into action, you find it far more difficult to proceed without frail nerves and trembling hands.
Unlike your husband, you haven't ever been one for adventure. Sure, you would always listen to his stories in awe and dream of one day seeing the beautiful sights he'd describe for yourself, however nothing ever came of it. Those were the fantasies of a naive young woman who had yet to understand this world's horrors, but eventually, any thought of traveling beyond the fragile safety of civilization had disappeared from your mind, replaced by the stress of Link's imprisonment and the nightmarish war that soon followed...Your priorities changed and so did you...
Link never sugarcoated how dangerous the wilderness could be and was stubbornly against the idea of ever exposing you to it despite how you'd sometimes ask during the early years of your relationship. Over time you came to understand his fear, knowing it had less to do with your own capabilities and everything to do with the thought of harm befalling you...Because of that, you're certain he'd be rolling in his grave at the thought of you going out there now, alone with no experience beyond what you've learned from his example - what had been told yet never practiced...
It feels as if you're a puppet being pulled by string, no longer in charge of your own body as it moves by its own freewill. Clothes, food, tools...You practically flip your home upside down searching for anything and everything you remember once packing for Link long ago whenever he'd be preparing to set off. Bandages, potion ingredients, extra rupees....
You mentally go over the list several times, packing your bag then unpacking it again just to triple-check. Even once you're satisfied with its contents, you still hesitate in the center of your room, racking your brain for anything you might be forgetting. Briefly, your eyes fall to the bedside table, a frown pulling at the corners of your lips.
Pulling open the drawer, you gaze down at the folded red scarf inside, your fingertips only just slightly brushing upon its soft fabric. Cautiously taking it into your grasp, you raise it close to your face. Despite your best efforts in preserving it, its once usual earthy scent has long faded, replaced instead by a faint scent of cotton and wood...Seeing no harm in it now, you toss the scarf carefully around your shoulders.
"And where're you headin' off to?"
"Father -!" You squeal, hand clasped over your heart by the time you spin around to face him.
He stands towering in the dark doorway, his dark eyes looking right through you with a disapproving glare. The way you match his stare with a shameful bow of your head reminds him of your youth and all the times he caught you up to no good, be it stealing treats from the kitchen or sneaking into the blacksmith after hours. Of course back then, you were more inclined to play up your innocence with childish dramatics. It used to be somewhat amusing, really, but looking upon your sunken eyes and tired expression now, he can only feel saddened.
"...Yer goin' to that portal -"
"- I have to. Someone has to -"
"- That someone doesn't hafta be you. There are plenty o' knights trained for this sorta thing."
"I can only trust myself with it..." You insist stubbornly, swinging your pack over your shoulders and brushing past him in the doorway. He does nothing to physically stop you, however that doesn't mean he doesn't trace your every step.
"Now yer just bein' mulish," Hiroto huffs as he follows you, "You can trust 'em, you just don't wanna...You don't trust anyone anymore."
He doesn't intend to sound harsh by that acquisition, speaking instead out of grief - the same grief of a father mourning the loss of his once spirited daughter who has since changed into a stoic woman isolated by her own heartbreak. It's exactly what he feared would happen when he first noticed your affections towards Link, although this outcome is worse than he imagined...
Whatever your thoughts are about Hiroto's criticism, you don't say. Instead, you plop down on a bench by the door, struggling to get your boots stuffed over your feet.
Hiroto simply watches with his heavy arms crossed, breathing your name with a scold, however it floats with an air of sympathy, "...And what would Link have to say 'bout this?"
Your head lowers further, lips pressing into a thin line, "...Well, he isn't exactly here to say anything, is he?"
Hiroto's frown grows deeper and a sigh passes his lips. He goes to say something else, but you beat him to it. Having finally gotten your boots on, you rise to your feet and look him in the eye once again, "I don't plan on being a hero nor am I setting out to clear this land of all evil. I merely plan on investigating the other side to gain an idea of what we're facing. It would bring me peace to confirm whether any danger exists there."
"And if there is danger?"
"I know my limits, father. I shall keep my distance and come right back home should I find anything - let the knights handle the rest," You then step closer to him, placing a gentle hand upon his arm, "...I'm not setting out to make my son an orphan, but as his mother, I must do whatever is in my power to protect him."
Hiroto makes a face, tempted to continue on with this argument all for the small chance that he may change your mind...yet the stubbornness of his expression doesn't make it past the clear sorrow in his sigh.
"...I don't agree with this."
"I don't expect you to."
And no moreis said.
Stepping past your father, you make your way back down the hall. The door creaks when you slowly push it open, peeking into the darkened room where, through a sliver of light, you can see your son still peacefully asleep. The smile you wear is instinctual as you tip toe inside, careful not to disturb his slumber as the bed dips with your weight.
Your hand brushes strands of hair from his face and you take a moment longer to admire his beauty. For him to even exist at all is perhaps the only true blessing the goddesses have ever given you...
"My love, wake up..." You whisper gently, leaning down and pressing a feather-light kiss to his forehead. He stirs yet grumbles and curls further into his pillow. It's the sound of your chuckle that has his eyes peeking open.
"Mama...? Is it morning already?"
"Not yet, sweetheart, but I -...I came to say goodbye."
"Goodbye? Where are you going?" He blinks and slightly sits up.
"Mama's, um, going on a bit of a trip, you see -"
"- Can I go?"
You bite your lip, "No, no I'm afraid not. It won't be a very fun trip. More of an errand - like when we go to the market -"
"...Oh..."
You breath a laugh when he instantly plops back down. He's never been much of a fan for errands - yet another trait he seems to have inherited from Link.
"But I'll be back soon enough. In the meantime, I need you to stay here and take care of your grandfather for me. Behave yourself well for him, okay?"
"...Okay..." He hums sleepily. You doubt he fully understands in his drowsy state, but that's probably for the better...
Hesitating, you suddenly find it even harder to leave. All the mental preparation you've done up to this moment - convincing yourself that you're strong enough and smart enough to survive the journey - is worthless against the thought of leaving your child for any amount of time. You've never once been apart and now you must leave for goddesses know how long...
"...And never forget how much I love you..." You whisper, pressing another kiss to his forehead - one you take your time soaking up while making the silent promise that this won't be the last you give him. You'll be back to hold him within your arms again, and hopefully by then, you'll be able to rest easy knowing he's safe from Demise and any other monsters lurking in the darkness.
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