#being forgotten

[m5or]

The Resentment of a Forgotten Hero Fi vs Zelda

Before any of ya'll get defensive, put down your rose-tinted glasses and hear me out. Then you can air out your grievances with me. This is prospective I have gained from reading AUs of Time's relationship with The Master sword vs Zelda. I have seen a good amount of AU's written with OoT Link being tense with Fi and not tense with Zelda. As much as AUs are fun this is a more grounded approach to the lore.  FI Sending the Hero of Time into a 7-year coma so that he could be old enough to wield her. Having a mentally 6-year-old boy into a 13 year old body... however Adult link looks more akin to a 16 -17 year old.. so young link would be 9-10. (I remember someone saying that young link was 6 but that felt off... i included what I heard anyway. ) REGARDLESS.. going back and forth to your childhood and the unfamiliar world and body of the future has to mess up a good part of your mentality. Like someone getting attacked by an animal when they are young. Then being tense when that animal is near when you are an adult. This is one of the reasons why I like it when people write OoT Link begrudgingly tolerate The Master Sword. He doesn't hate the master sword to Ganondorf levels but would still prefer to keep his distance from it. In his older years he could understand that the sword absolutely needed him safe and have an able body enough to wield it. Even with his Understanded of why Fi did what she did... it still was traumatic along with his adventures. I still think he has a built-up resentment for The Master Sword. As all the AUs that I have seen and Oot Link having his resentment against the master sword I think it would be less then the one he would have against Zelda  ZELDA In her regret that Fi robbed him of his childhood she sends him back in time to relive it... While that action had good intent it basically undid all of work Link did to rid Hyrule of Ganondorf. The cutscene that plays is like when you first met young Zelda.. However, Link is now a child with experience of what is to come. He reaffirms Young Zelda's gut feeling about Ganondorf being a bad person and overthrowing the king. With that they are able to convince the King to banish Ganondorf and prevent the events of his game from happening. With Ganondorf being imprisoned/sent/sealed away Zelda has no reason to become Shik. Link doesn't have a reason to pick up the master sword. so on and so forth. I believe that in the game no one, but the owl (maybe Deku sapling?) can tell that Young Link is adult Link. Leaving only Link to remember the horrors of the future that he and Young Zelda prevented. During the game as you go back and forth 7 years the people will know of Young Link and Adult Link's heroic acts. Clarifying that they would remember Young Link's heroic acts before the 7-year coma. Which is still something but to me it's like saying he peaked in Elementary school. No one knows what you did in high school because technically that didn't happen yet. Now I am NOT going to say that he wasn't proactive in trying to rebuild his legacy. He takes steps to become a knight of Hyrule. I believe that he becomes a well-respected one. (In the manga his bio dad was a knight of Hyrule so it would be neat for that to come full circle.) Then by some ceremony he gets awarded the Hero's Shade Amor set. By this time, he could tell his stories to his fellow soldiers. To the young soldiers this would be just their senior telling them tall tales and campfire stories. He was reduced to a campfire story in his own era! From what I remember of the Hero's Shade dialog in Twilight Princess is that while he accepted the role of the hero, he RESENTED that no one remembered. Adding to the resentment is that no one wanted to become his successor. That hurts more when even your own kids don't want to continue your supposed legacy or even the one you rebuilt yourself. His resentment snowballs so much that it prevents his spirit from moving on completely.

This all isn't to say that he deeply hates Zelda. He will speak highly of her since he is a knight of Hyrule. However on a personal level I see him holding a grudge against her.

HIS GREAT GRANDSON. In Twilight Princess I think something happened between Hyrule and Oot link that he seems almost apathetic to what happens to Hyrule. here is his dialog when you first meet him. "A sword wields no strength unless the hand that holds it has courage." "you may be destined to become the hero of legend...but your current power would disgrace the prod green of the hero's tunic you wear." "You must use your courage to seek power...and find it you must. Only then will you become the hero for whom this world despairs." "If you do find true courage, and you wish to save Hyrule from the horrors it now faces..." "Then you will be worthy to receive the secrets I hold!" His very first dialog to us is after he knocks Link to the ground. Then he says.. Yeah, you're the next hero to be, but weak enough that you would disgrace what little legacy I did have left. Correct me if I am wrong but then he says you MUST use your COURAGE to SEEK POWER to become the hero that this world DESPAIRS! Not a hero that this world deserves but despairs!!

The term "despair" refers to the utter loss of hope. where there is a feeling of no possibility of improvement. LIKE WHAT? Is Oot link so jaded from resentment that he strait up says "Hay I want the world to fear you so much that it is hopeless to go against you." LIKE HUH? that's very heroic Oot link, very heroic. He also says "and you wish to save Hyrule." like IF you wish to save Hyrule. A OPTION. I will give him that he does have some tone shift at the very end. That id you did CHOOSE to be a good hero then he will teach you the rest of his skills. Otherwise it sounds like he is pretty okay with Hyrule's downfall. With the state that the Knights of Hyrule are in Twilight Princess? How would you feel if the Knights disregarded you enough that they regressed into cowards? Can you see what i am saying here? Now during the entire game, you can find howling stones and summon him on the map. You can go to the Hero's Shade to learn new sword skills. I belive that each time you seek him out and engage and want to learn from him slowly warms Oot Link's stoic heart. Finally allowing his resentment to ease and fade away. why? Because he finally has someone who wants to be his successor, someone who wants to learn what he has to teach. He finally has a legacy that he can be proud of. Remember when it was confirmed that these links were blood related? How HIS great grand kid (who is probably named after him.) Wants to engage with him! Will tell stories about him, REMEMBER HIM. Through TP Link Oot Link is remembered as a hero. He has a heroic legacy again. If our Hero of Twilight was to cross paths with Oot Zelda and able to put the puzzle together. I think he would also be tense around OoT Zelda. Because on the one hand she was a pretty big chunk of his resentment/regrets by sending him back in time undoing his heroic deeds. How the regrets and resentment have plagued his ancestor so much that his spirit was troubled still in TP link's era. On the other hand If she didn't send OoT Link back in time there is a possibility that he wouldn't have been born. Since Twilight Princess is part of that Child Timeline. Extra down below as I do my best to better clarify my thoughts and answer possible questions. also I need to go to bed.

Thanks for hearing me out whether you acknowledge this viewpoint or not. But I think it is something important to think about when dealing with OoT Link, OoT Zelda, TP Link, and Fi if they were ever to cross paths. This is not to say that every Link and Zelda have a tense relationship. just look at the love birds in Skyward sword. Zelda sending OoT link back in time dose prevent Zelda from becoming Shik. Ganondorf didn't become an issue, so Impa had no reason to train Zelda into a Shika warrior. So sad, may Sheik live on in OoT Link's memories. I think OoT Link would find Interacting with Zelda uncomfortable sometimes due to knowing an alternat version of her. That isn't the Zelda she is now. please share your thoughts. let me know if you want a part 2 because I wanna go to bed.

[yarastilinski]

Forgotten in the rain

Esse imagine pertence a @ari-ana-bel-la e eu estou apenas traduzindo.

A chuva começou como uma garoa tímida, mas logo se transformou num aguaceiro constante que tamborilava nas janelas da escola. Dentro do salão de festas, as paredes ecoavam com a conversa animada das crianças e os aplausos orgulhosos dos pais. Flashes disparavam a cada poucos segundos — mães e pais registrando cada sorriso, cada aceno, cada reverência.

Exceto por uma garotinha parada no fundo da sala.

Sn agarrava seu certificado de papel úmido, com os cantos levemente curvados. Havia declamado um poema sobre as estações do ano — sua voz clara, as mãozinhas agitadas no ar. A Srta. Carter dissera que ela fora maravilhosa. O tipo de apresentação que merecia um buquê de flores, um abraço apertado, um pai sorrindo de orelha a orelha.

Mas, em vez disso, ela ficou sozinha.

Seus olhos varriam cada adulto que entrava, cada casal que recebia seu filho de braços abertos.

O vestido era de um rosa pastel suave, escolhido por Kika dois dias antes. Os cachos castanhos estavam presos em duas tranças perfeitas, e as botinhas pequenas já estavam encharcadas nas solas de tanto andar perto da entrada.

Ela olhou o relógio de novo.

— 19h12.

A Srta. Carter finalmente percebeu que o sorriso de Sn havia sumido. Aproximou-se com um olhar gentil, ajoelhando-se ao lado dela.

— Querida, você ainda está esperando alguém?

Sn assentiu, em silêncio. Seus olhos brilhavam, mas o maxilar estava firme.

O coração da professora se apertou.

— Quer vir comigo esperar na minha sala? Posso ligar para seus pais.

— Ok — sussurrou ela.

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Pierre afundava no sofá, pernas esticadas na mesa de centro, o celular na mão.

— Já acabamos aquela garrafa de vinho da semana passada?

— A vermelha? Peguei na terça — respondeu Kika da cozinha, mexendo em um potinho de azeitonas.

Pierre suspirou, exagerando.

— Somos tão adultos. Vinho numa terça-feira.

Kika entrou na sala com um risinho leve.

— Que horas são?

— Um pouco depois das sete. Por quê?

Ela congelou.

Pierre notou na hora.

— O quê?

— Pierre.

— O quê?

— Meu Deus… a apresentação da Sn.

Ele se levantou num salto.

— Merda.

Kika pegou o celular, quase derrubando de tanto pânico. Duas chamadas perdidas. Uma mensagem de voz.

— É a Srta. Carter — disse ela, já apertando o play.

Pierre passou a mão pelos cabelos, sentindo o estômago afundar.

— Somos os piores pais.

A mensagem começou:

— Olá, aqui é a Srta. Carter, da Escola Primária Willowbrook. Já passa das sete e a Sn ainda está aqui. Ela teve uma apresentação linda hoje, mas parece que ninguém veio buscá-la. Vou ficar com ela na minha sala até vocês chegarem. Por favor, me liguem.

Kika já vestia o casaco.

— Vamos.

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O caminho até a escola foi dolorosamente silencioso. Pierre olhava o relógio a cada dois minutos, batendo os dedos no volante. Kika mantinha os braços cruzados, o pé balançando num nervosismo quieto.

Encontraram a Srta. Carter de pé na entrada, segurando um guarda-chuva sobre Sn.

Sn não chorava. Não fazia beicinho. Não dizia nada.

Estava ali — pequena, imóvel — como uma estátua em meio à tempestade.

Quando viu os pais, seu rosto não se iluminou.

Pierre saiu do carro correndo.

— Querida, me desculpa...

Sn não se mexeu.

Kika tentou, a voz hesitante:

— Amor, a gente—

Mas a criança apenas se virou para a professora.

— Obrigada por esperar comigo.

A Srta. Carter sorriu.

— Você foi muito corajosa, querida. Estou orgulhosa de você.

Pierre se aproximou com cuidado.

— Podemos te levar pra casa agora, mon coeur?

Sn assentiu, baixinho. Caminhou até o carro sem dizer mais nada.

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A volta foi mais fria que a chuva lá fora. Kika tentou falar algumas vezes, mas as palavras pareciam inúteis. Pierre tentou segurar a mão da filha. Ela a soltou devagar. Não com raiva. Com intenção.

Ao chegarem em casa, Sn saiu do carro, entrou direto e foi para o quarto.

— Sn, querida, por favor, fala com a gente — pediu Kika, deixando as chaves na bancada.

Nada. Ela fechou a porta com firmeza e silêncio.

Kika sentou-se no sofá, cobrindo o rosto com as mãos.

— Sinto que parti o coração dela.

Pierre se jogou ao lado, os ombros desabando.

— A gente errou feio.

— Não foi só um evento. Ela falou disso a semana toda. Ela fez convitinhos. Estavam na geladeira.

Pierre fechou os olhos.

— E a gente... simplesmente esqueceu.

Eles não dormiram direito naquela noite.

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Na manhã seguinte, Pierre já estava na cozinha às 6h30. Tentava fazer panquecas como Sn gostava — finas, douradas, com calda de morango em forma de coração. Kika cortava frutas, espiando o corredor a cada som.

Às 7h10, ouviram a porta ranger.

Sn entrou vestida com o uniforme, a mochila já nos ombros. Limpa, arrumada, como se nada tivesse acontecido.

— Bom dia — tentou Kika.

— Oi — respondeu ela, sem olhar para nenhum dos dois. Abriu a geladeira, pegou a lancheira e guardou na mochila.

— Fizemos panquecas pra você — disse Pierre, esperançoso.

— Não tô com fome.

Doeu mais do que eles imaginavam.

— Sn — Kika se ajoelhou —, sentimos muito. Muito mesmo. Não tem desculpa. A gente esqueceu algo muito importante e você não merecia isso.

Sn a encarou, os olhos firmes.

— Você não veio. Todo mundo tinha alguém. Até o pai do Noah, e ele trabalha no hospital.

Pierre se aproximou devagar.

— A gente sabe. E isso nos destrói.

— Você sempre diz que eu sou a coisa mais importante — ela sussurrou. — Mas vocês se esqueceram de mim.

Kika sentiu os olhos se encherem de lágrimas.

— Você é o centro de tudo, meu amor. Foi a gente que errou. Nossos cérebros falharam. Não é culpa sua. É só nossa.

Pierre se ajoelhou também.

— Magoamos você. E não vamos pedir que nos perdoe hoje. Mas queremos que saiba que sentimos muito. E que vamos fazer melhor. Sempre.

Sn olhou para os dois, os lábios trêmulos.

— Fiquei sozinha na chuva.

— Eu sei, mon amour. Eu sei — disse Pierre, puxando-a para um abraço apertado.

Kika se juntou, envolvendo os dois com força.

— A gente ama você mais do que tudo.

— Mais do que o vinho tinto? — murmurou Sn, com a voz abafada no peito de Pierre.

Ele riu, com os olhos marejados.

— Mil vezes mais.

— Mais que seu telefone, mamãe?

Kika sorriu, beijando sua testa.

— Muito mais. Você é meu coração inteiro.

Sn suspirou. E, finalmente, sorriu.

— Ainda posso comer panqueca?

Pierre se levantou de um salto.

— Com certeza. Mesmo que a gente chegue atrasado, hoje vai ter panqueca.

Enquanto se sentavam à mesa, a tempestade da noite anterior parecia ter passado. Em seu lugar, só restava o calor tranquilo do perdão, calda de morango e um pedido de desculpas em forma de coração feito de massa.

Daquele dia em diante, todos os calendários da casa — os digitais, os de papel, até o quadro branco na geladeira — tinham uma frase escrita no topo:

— Você vem em primeiro lugar. Sempre.

[movielosophy]

The Journey Of Legend | I won't let you!

[dragon-flies-72]

The most heartbreaking trope is when a character is left out despite them absolutely and utterly adoring the people that left them out.

Bonus points if they're celebrating something and the character gets really excited and brings loads of stuff only to find out they weren't invited or it was the event was 'cancelled' Cause noone wanted them there.

I don't care what yall say a character getting real excited for something only to have their heart shattered because of it is the most painful stuff to read.

(If anyone has any recs w this trope please let me know, i need angst rn)

[theautismcorner]

I have been thinking about the inevitability of being forgotten and how being forgotten is how we really die and now I want to go to a cometary, walk by every single grave, and make sure those people are never forgotten. This is something I’ve been doing since I was a kid and I find it therapeutic. I am unfortunately not near a cemetery. Once I’m back in my hometown I’ll be doing this though

[beemintty]

it's a strange feeling to desperately want to disappear and fear nothing else but the chance of being forgotten.

[cordelia-street]

I am so fucking afraid of being replaced, forgotten, disliked by the people I care about