I SAW ZENSHU AND NOW I CAN'T STOP SEE A COMPARISON OF CHARACTERS FROM THIS ANIME AND THE GAME THE LEGEND OF ZELDA.
AND OF COURSE, I PROYECT MY BELOVED SHIP ON THE PROTAGONISTS
(Or maybe myself cuz I love THAT character since my childhood and all my personality is thanks to him)
This is a repost from my twitter/X account.
FIRST: THE NAME OF THE MALE PROTAGONIST
LUKE BRAVEHEART
LINK (The Choosen Hero): he doesn't have a surename BUT, his specific characteristic is the COURAGE (or brave) TRIFORCE.
The "L" and "K" sound in their names (Ruuku and Rinku )
-Both have a equine since their youngest (one more magic than other, doesn't matter)
(sorry for the quality, is just a screenshot)
MAYBE BOTH ARE ISFP, THEY COOK GREAT AND LOVE THEIR FRIENDS SO MUCH.
Both have worn green clothes
-Obviously both have a sword, and they lost their family being left alone ;-;
THE OTHERS CHARACTERS
Just take a look of THIS SH*T
(I was thinking... The Golem have a role more like a Goron than the example in the image, but i was searching "golem" from Tloz and that creature appears. It was a discarded concept from TP? idk)
Link hadn’t wanted to camp anywhere near the Arbiter’s Grounds. There was too much there- not evil, per say, for the Stallord had crumbled to sand and the prison cells held nothing but dust and bones. There were no more poes, no more walking dead, no more goblins or worms.
No, the Grounds had a tang, a fading echo that he was becoming familiar with.
Had always been familiar with?
Still, Midna was right- the Grounds were the most defensible position in the vast desert and trying to cross the shifting sand in the night was foolhardy at best.
So here they were, curled up in a forgotten corner. Link lay with one hand near his sword.
My sword.
Of all the things that had happened since he set out from Ordon, of this Link was certain; that this strange and shining blade was his, and had been his, and would be his, beyond his death and forever.
The Grounds were quiet in the way a vast formerly occupied place became when it lost its purpose and fell to ruin. Link could hear his own heartbeat, listened to his breath rasping across his chapped lips.
There were other sounds, too, but they were like the evil echos- something old, an imprint of a boot on dried cement.
Unable to sleep, Link closed his eyes and he thought he could hear voices on the barest edge of sundrenched memory.
They were all women, words lilting with a rollicking accent. He could almost picture them, glaives held easily against darkly colored shoulders. They were red haired and sharp eyed and uncomfortably familiar but at the same time entirely new and they greeted him with reverence and glee, because he-
“I don’t want to leave you.”
Link blinked into the dark, the sun and the women and their glaives lost. He could feel Midna against his back, a corporeal-incorporeal creature of shadow and twilight.
There was a brush against his shoulder. It was her hand, small and slightly clawed.
“I don’t…want to leave,” she whispered and Link knew she thought he was asleep. He remained still, kept his breathing even.
Leave? He wanted to ask. To go where? Back there? To the world on the other side of the broken mirror, where demons and madmen had been hurled uncaring by shortsighted fools?
Fools he had defended-
would defend?
Midna removed her hand, curled up a little tighter. Link wondered if she was cold, wondered if shadows could feel cold.
Link felt the stone press against his leg and side. Old stone, bloody and tired as he was.
I don’t want you to leave either, he says but doesn’t say.
Link was beginning to remember, and he knew that Midna didn’t need his words.
Author: Lizziebearfanfiction (me)
Rating: PG
Pairing: (eventual) Zelda x Link, possible Midna x Link
Length: 756
Just a little drabble into a BOTW/Twilight Princess Crossover. Tell me what you think - I’m not sure if I’ll continue or not.
Description:
In truth, what he had always told himself was a dream felt more like a memory, but then again, he had only just recovered his memories from a life led not long ago. This one, if it was a memory, felt like something he had seen through someone else’s eyes, but felt with his own heart and body.
“Dusk. Twilight, I guess,” he said. “It’s never felt quite right to me.”
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Nintendo characters, locations, etc., mentioned here. This is written purely for entertainment.
It used to be that, as night fell upon Hyrule, so too did an all-consuming sense of dread. As the last hint of sunlight clung to the horizon, every home, inn, and stable found even its most raucous conversations fading into silence, and every eye turned, unbidden, to the sky. For those travelers who misjudged the time it would take to find shelter, icy panic would set in – when the darkness settled, the Blood Moon might rise, and every beast and monster that had been driven away would return. There was no comfort in the night for those who lived under the shadow of the Calamity.
No longer did the sunset threaten the land with a leering, crimson omen, however, and the clamor of the tavern didn’t so much as falter as the day ended. In a way, he thought, it was a warm testament to the sacrifices the champions had made; every toast, a tribute to their long, restless wait, and every laugh, an ode to their victory.
“You can stop waiting,” a voice said. Link tore his gaze from the window and turned it onto the woman seated beside him. Zelda was watching him from over her mug, which she held with both hands, reveling in its warmth. Her eyes were gentle and full of empathy. She, too, had experienced the horrors of the Blood Moon, though neither in the same way as the other. For her, he knew, it was the seemingly endless struggle against the crescendo of Ganon’s power; for him, it was the return of monsters whose blood still dripped from his blade, moments after he had expended the last of his energy to overcome them. If anyone had a reason to fear the Blood Moon, it was the Princess and her Hero.
“Link,” Zelda said, reaching over and placing her soft, slender hand on his strong, calloused one, “it’s not going to happen.”
“I know. That isn’t what I’m worried about.”
Her eyebrows drew together, and her eyes darkened with concern. “What, then?”
“It’s nothing – a dream I had, once.”
“Tell me,” she said.
Link took a moment to gather his thoughts. In truth, what he had always told himself was a dream felt more like a memory, but then again, he had only just recovered his memories from a life led not long ago. This one, if it was a memory, felt like something he had seen through someone else’s eyes, but felt with his own heart and body.
“Dusk. Twilight, I guess,” he said. “It’s never felt quite right to me.”
Zelda set down her mug and leaned forward slightly, listening intently.
He shrugged and took another swig of his ale. He was doing his best to finish the conversation quickly; the words felt wrong, somehow, like they weren’t meant to be spoken. “It’s silly, but I feel as though it means something… more. The twilight.” The word caused him to shudder. To his surprise, Zelda also jolted. They stared at one another for a long moment.
“It’s odd, but I’ve always felt the same way,” she replied. “There’s a certain sadness that comes with the sunset, even before the Calamity. It’s always haunted me in a way that felt distant, like something long forgotten.”
They lapsed into silence, both lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Zelda picked her cider back up and sipped at it, and the tension broke. Link allowed himself to relax.
“It’s silly, isn’t it? It must have been a dream you had, and I simply picked up on it. We were connected for quite some time during your journey,” Zelda said lightly. “It’s nothing, I’m sure. Anyway, I meant to tell you, I borrowed a book from Purah while we were in Hateno, and I –”
Link nodded, but a strange sensation took his attention from the conversation at hand. It was familiar from all of his time spent surviving, alone, in the aftermath of the Calamity – the feeling of being watched. Slowly, he turned his head and scanned the tavern, but all the other patrons were engaged in one thing or another. His heart sank into his chest, and, against every premonition, looked back out the window.
Something met his gaze from the shadows of the forest beyond the outskirts of the building; something vaguely beast-shaped, but it blended too well into the darkness to fully make out. The only thing he could see clearly were its eyes, and, with a sudden wave of icy realization, he recognized them –
“ La última explosión retumbó en mis oídos, era una figura que me recordó a una gargantilla con un colgante en forma de corazón que avisté de casualidad en una de las expediciones por la ciudadela. Un júbilo se formó a los pies del edificio: aplausos, gritos y felicidad eran audibles desde nuestra ubicación, Solo negué con la cabeza sonriendo al momento de calma, llevé el mentón lo más alto que pude, di un amplio suspiro ante el testigo que estaba sobre nosotros con los ojos cerrados, no di importancia al tiempo que pasó porque al breve período transcurrido, una gentil sorpresa se posó sobre mis labios una última vez, me dejé guiar por los sentidos que aparecían de golpe en mi cuerpo. Solamente estaba inmóvil correspondiendo a la ternura de la boca que me besaba, una mano acarició mi mejilla impulsando a la agilidad que me diferencia del resto: estiré mi brazo topándome con una delgada cintura que descendí hasta el nivel de mi vientre, unas pequeñas piernas estaban tratando de tomar una correcta posición en mi cadera flexionada, de lado, casi a recostar sobre la silla siguiente a la mía, besé a la intensa criatura crepuscular hasta que perdí el aliento entre sus caricias. “
-Link
El regalo más dulce (Link X Midna) - Tercer día (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1027031317-el-regalo-m%C3%A1s-dulce-link-x-midna-tercer-d%C3%ADa?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Midna0Narof&wp_originator=WY36wjGWMIOC2aoH5YZg3gnc2vn5Voh%2FbQjzjRJwyfjajioZF9Ov4ZE%2BpQUk5r8yYpnpHOyoJMddrqb9T3o9L4I9%2BYSm%2Bt3MjK%2FFplH8p6a2Au5CXhcCy9FQ8cyTWE01 Link y Midna se encuentran en la ciudadela descansando en un hostal antes de continuar su aventura, pero una curiosa festividad retrasará sus actividades y encenderá luces de atracción. Una que otra sorpresa se llevará el Ying y Yang de las tierras de Hyrule y el Crepúsculo.
