Feb 3, 2025
original link is just. skrunkle baby. the purest skrunkle. no one ever had skrunkled so before and none shall ever match such skrunkle again
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original link is just. skrunkle baby. the purest skrunkle. no one ever had skrunkled so before and none shall ever match such skrunkle again
▲ Back with more of my LoZ au/original content. My first post on this can be found here !
In between suffering with my MA, I've been working on a lineup of the 'cast' for my LoZ original. This not exhaustive, as obviously we're still missing a Rito and a Goron. They'll be listed below from right to left :3
My Zelda story serves as a catalyst for the Hyrulean Civil War that precedes Ocarina of Time. It is a period referred to as the Era of Division and the great war at the end is the Tricenary War or the Queen's War.
The Zeldas Try Yoga
I'd like to think that botw zelda is the most stressed out of this group
The Hand That Holds the Sword
The Jungle Temple: part 1
Chapter 1
AO3 link here!
BEL masterpost
Talon looked up and around at the sky and green hills and blue ocean, his jaw set and his fists clenched. “We've jumped times again. I don't recognize this.”
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Four original Links who failed, with all the consequences that implies, are now on a quest to perhaps help some others. This is their first mission.
Every Monday for a few weeks, I'll be posting a new chapter of this fic! Each is about 3-5k long, and there are a total of 7. The series description on AO3 has some more info about how this story is organized. This is part 1 of part 1, immediately following the prelude that's already posted. Very excited for this one!! :)
Happy 39th Birthday to the Legend of Zelda
a happy birthday to my favorite video game series of all time, so I typed out a quick birthday gift. Happy Birthday to the Legend of Zelda! Thank you for 39 wonderful years of adventure, and here's to many more!
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Link had been wandering all over the mountains for the last few days, stubbing his toes and bruising his shins on stones, pointy rocks digging into his bedroll, and beating off packs of lynels over and over again. He knew there had to be a dungeon around here, but it was proving elusive so far, and as much as he loved exploring, he was getting a little tired of a landscape that consisted of nothing besides rocks, more rocks, and lynels.
He sighed, rolling from his side onto his back, crossing his arms behind his head. The clouds hung thick and heavy over the mountains, scudding along like grumpy moblins across the sky.
But every so often, a star would peek out behind the clouds, no less bright for the shadows that tried to obscure them.
Link found himself reaching up for that star, as if he could touch it.
What would it be like, if I could fly up high and touch the stars?
It would certainly make all this hunting-for-dungeons-in-the-mountains easier. Just fly over the mountains and search from above!
What would it be like?
He loved it when he rode the cyclone his magic flute summoned, hurtling through the air at unbelievable speeds, the winds whipping around him so fast he couldn’t even see, and it was all he could do to keep his hat on his head.
But… that wasn’t the kind of flying he really wanted to do. The kind he dreamed about sometimes.
Flying where he could go wherever he wanted, take whatever path he chose, not gamble on the magic of an old wooden flute. Where he blazed a trail across the skies, touched clouds, and viewed the world from above.
Maybe someday he’d figure out a way…and then, maybe, he’d be able to see if there was any lands in the skies for him to explore.
He closed his fist and imagined he held a shard of starlight in his hand.
Somehow, he was sure there were.
(when he dreamed that night, he dreamed of free blue skies, a moon big and bright and gold, of clear air and creamy clouds so thick and fluffy that you would think you could walk on them, and a faithful friend that blazed a path across the skies like a crimson torch. The dream was warm, and fun, and so, so familiar.
One day he would find a spell that would give him wings, and it'd almost right.
He also dreamed of waking a girl from a long, long sleep, and being awarded with a hug and a smile. One day, that, too, would seem familiar.)
(he would not be the last boy to dream of flying, and that boy would explore the skies)
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Take This Happy Birthday to the Legend of Zelda!
It's still Februrary 21st somewhere in the world, so I'm gonna say that I made it *nods solemnly*
Happy Birthday, Legend of Zelda! You've come to mean so much to me, and i couldn't let you birthday pass by without doing something. So here, a little fic that I hope expresses how much this franchise means to me.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“It’s dangerous to go alone,” the man said, with a twinkle in his eye that was mostly kind and a little sad. “Take this.”
It's Dangerous to Go Alone
There was magic in the air.
Link had been patrolling the hills when he noticed it. There wasn’t much he could do, as a ghost, but Hyrule was in dire straights right now. Ganon—the legendary evil from his bedtime stories, back when Link was a child (and alive), had returned, and conquered the kingdom, and imprisoned the poor princess.
It was one of those times where Link was very frustrated with being dead. It could be worse—he could be without his magic, so at least he could some good—but there was very little a ghost could do in the grand scheme of things. So he did what he could; he patrolled hyrule, fought off malicious ghosts and spirits, and used his magic to scare off monsters.
But this—this new magic… he wasn’t sure what to do with it.
Link could practically taste it—strange and a little foreign, but somehow eagerly reaching out to whatever good wild magic still hung about in the weary, poisoned hills; trying to twine itself into the magic of the land.
Link narrowed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensation. The foreign-but-not-entirely magic didn’t feel malicious on first sensing… but that could be deceiving.
He hadn’t noticed the prince was carrying an artefact steeped in black shadow magic, after all.
Still… there was something about this magic. Something bright, and brave.
Strange.
Ah, well, Link was a ghost, so he had nothing better to do than check it out.
The trail of magic meandered and wandered, twisting back and forth throughout the hills of southern Hyrule. Link wondered if the owner had any access to a map, because there didn’t seem to be any particular destination in mind.
The trail did, however, find it’s way to an end…it disappeared into a little cave in the side of a hill.
Link eyed the cave—there was something of magic about it as well, something incredibly old and entirely different from the trail he had been following. Curiosity lifted its insatiable head within Link’s spirit, and he slipped into the entrance of the cave.
The source of the magic trail was there. Link stopped in his metaphysical tracks at the sight of him. It was a kid. At Link’s best guess, the kid was maybe twelve, though that was pushing it. He was small, but wiry and tough, with dirt on his nose and scuffed on the knees of his leggings and on his boots, a small bits of grass and foliage poking out of his fluffy brown curls. He was sitting cross legged on the ground, hands wrapped around his ankles, eyes sparkling with excitement as he narrated a story to his companion.
His companion was an old man—very old, Link guessed, and the source of the magic soaking the cave. He listened to the lad’s chatter solemnly, a kind smile on his face and an odd expression in his eyes.
The man spoke as the lad broke off to gather his thoughts. “Well? And are you going on this quest, young man?”
“Of course!” The lad spoke with out hesitation. “Old lady Impa asked me to. She said the princess is in trouble, that a monster’s keeping her trapped!” He let go of his ankles to clench his fists, lifting his head and straightening his shoulders. “I can’t stand by and not do anything!”
Determination and courage glittered in the boy’s eyes, and magic flared; strange and foreign as always, but here, with it right in front of the spirit, Link could see it for what it was. Wild, and brave, and good.
The lad was awfully young, four or so years younger than Link had been when he died, centuries ago. The journey ahead would be difficult, and hazardous, and all sorts of terrible things… but in that moment, Link believed that the lad would do it. That he’d do what Link couldn’t. Defeat the enemy. Save Hyrule.
Save the princess.
Link only wished there was some way to help.
“Well then!” The old man said, and turned away to one side, rummaging in a chest that looked as old as the hills without. “Since you are resolved…”
He pulled out a bundle of oiled cloth and carefully unwrapped it. The boy leaned forward, eyes dancing in anticipation.
The last fold of the cloth fell away, revealing a sword.
“It’s dangerous to go alone,” The old man said, and then—he looked up, locked eyes with Link and winked.
Link’s mouth fell open. How—?
“Take this,” the old man said, and the boy did. He withdrew the blade and held it aloft, stabbing skyward—and Link felt something. And old, old magic—older than the boy’s, older than the old man’s, older than Link’s—
But it was a familiar magic—so familiar that it could have been his own.
Something was happening. Something Link didn’t understand yet—but he looked at the boy and his sword, and made a decision.
“Don’t worry.” Link said aloud, and at the sparkle in the old man's eyes, wondered if he was heard. “He won’t be alone.”