#wait oh no

[flakels]

Hey I have a strawpage did you know? Did you know that? Did you knowthat? I have a strawpage??

Its almost spring break so I can finally draw🥹🥹

[thecharlesofrowlands]

Watching OFMD. Guys, what the hell. My fate is sealed. I can't stop now. I'm on season two, and I'm losing my fucking mind. This show is losing its plot, all I see now is Ed and Stede. Literally, what the hell am I even watching. It's so fucking stupid and I fucking love it and now I'm obsessed. God damn it, Stede is just a cute little pirate doing cute little pirate things. No comment about Blackbeard, but I'll finish this show tonight, no doubt. There's no backing out now. The show gets good, then it gets terrible, and I love it so much.

[mecha-cube]

boink

[skyward-floored]

Ok, so like I said this was super self indulgent because I was just feeling overall bad (I still kind of am but we’re powering through it lol), so it probably isn’t all that interesting but oh well haha. I figure the timeline isn’t quite right, I feel like Volga first started interacting with Link after the Triforce was stolen by Ganondorf, but I couldn’t reconcile Power not knowing Ganon’s back but still interacting with Link’s family lol, so whatever I guess 🥲

Anyway, here you go <3

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Link sat at the edge of camp, hugging himself.

He didn’t belong here anymore. He knew that. The war was over, and he had lingered long enough. He needed to seek out Lana and return home, having overstayed his welcome. He seemed and felt useless at this point – for heaven’s sake, his friend had been captured and poisoned and Link hadn’t been able to get to him in time. The Hero of Warriors’ own parents had saved him, and Link had arrived too late, only tracking down some of the traitors and eliminating them. It felt like a pitiful compensation in comparison to actually ensuring the captain had never been hurt in the first place.

Glancing back at the camp, he wondered if he should at least check on the princess, who had  been quite upset with the ordeal. He felt obligated to do so. He’d hardly spent any time around her, unsure what to make of the young woman. He’d had time to observe her, of course, but she was very busy with her duties and hardly was anywhere near him. She seemed a capable warrior, which made him feel… oddly proud. But it just… didn’t seem right, downright terrifying to speak with her, for her to even get a hint of who he actually was in relation to her. Of course, watching his successor struggle with being abandoned by his own parents had made Link only feel a hundred times guiltier about avoiding the princess, but…

He just needed to leave. The war was over. He was overstaying his welcome. Even Lana had left, departing almost immediately after Cia’s defeat. Link hadn’t followed her right then because he’d waited to see the others off first, the children he’d grown fond of. And he’d wanted to make sure the captain was okay.

But it had been several weeks now. He knew he was just stalling, overstaying his welcome, getting in the way, and clearly being useless.

Back to business as usual, he supposed.

Link hugged himself even more tightly, burying his face into his knees. The captain was recovering, safe in his parents’ care. He wanted to check on him one last time, but that would likely attract too much attention – the captain was basically fully recovered, if a little fatigued, and Link was certain Impa, at the very least, was hovering worriedly over her son. If Link left now there would be no fuss. The entourage was headed back to the castle anyway, preparing to celebrate their victory in the war. No one would know he left, and no one would care. It was best this way.

Sighing, he rose, feeling his body grow heavier with each step. It shouldn’t take too long to get to Lana, who likely had returned to either the Lost Woods or the Valley of Seers. That was roughly a week’s walk from here. It would give him time to himself.

The woods became darker as he went, and he lit a torch to guide his way.

Honestly, though, why was it so dark? The sun still had some rays left the last time he’d checked.

Link rubbed his cheek halfheartedly, barely registering the sting, feeling numb. He didn’t want to leave, to go back to…

He shook his head. He needed to get over it. The goddesses were merciful in granting him this purpose briefly, another war to be useful in, another means to protect Hyrule, one more rush of freedom and adrenaline, one last fight for a dying weapon.

Perhaps he should just end it in these woods. But he had to be sure no monsters had gone to his land, he had to be sure his queen and their heir were safe. He may be a terrible person, but he wasn’t a monster. Not… not yet, he didn’t think.

The next day it was even darker, and he couldn’t quite help but be a little grumpy at the lousy weather. Why had it gotten so bleak? It was as if nature itself were mourning with him.

Link rubbed his cheek again, fingers tracing over his old scar, and then he stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly, he moved his fingers into the firelight, eyes widening as he saw sticky blood shining on his hand.

His wound had been bothering him for weeks now, but it had been on and off, a lingering sensation compared to…

Wait… his scar… hadn’t stung this much before. And it had certainly never bled.

Link swallowed, feeling dread fill his stomach, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Whirling, he reached for his sword, but a hand grabbed him before he could get to it. Link struggled against the impossibly strong person, a dark silhouette towering over him in the dull light of the torch before Link dropped it entirely in his struggle.

The figure stepped forward, gold jewelry reflecting the flames, eyes glowing, red hair dull in the darkness, matching the blood on his fingers.

Link felt his heart freeze. “You—you—”

He’d—he couldn’t be here! He’d sealed him away! Hemisi, Zelda, Link, they’d all—

Link let out a strangled cry, trying desperately to free himself from the monster’s grip. A golden glow caught his eye, lighting up the area far more than his torch, and Ganondorf pulled him closer. Fear gripped at him, fear and dread and anger, an unquenchable outrage that despite everything he’d sacrificed this man was still here—

“Link,” Ganondorf rumbled quietly. His eyes looked Link over form top to bottom, and the young warrior felt the fear return tenfold, mind instantly recalling his capture during the war, the pain and torture and terror and betrayal. But the Gerudo king’s grip, while firm, didn’t lead to any blow or attack. Instead, he said softly, “You’ve lost weight, boy. What have they done to you?”

What have—how dare he—

The golden glow finally registered in Link’s mind, and he gasped. It couldn’t be it couldn’t be the others had it!!

“What did you do to them?!” He hissed, terrified and enraged, heart screaming to kill this man and check on the princess and her hero. How had—he’d only been gone for about a day, how—

“Still fighting against me, are you?” Ganondorf huffed, seeming amused rather than angered, which was such a far cry from the beast Link had seen last that it nearly felt like he was speaking to a different person entirely. “It’s too late, Link. And I won’t make the same mistake again, I promise you that.”

What mistake? What was he—how did he have the Triforce—were the captain and the princess—goddesses, was Link this foolish, this idiotic and neglectful in his duties, how had he messed up so horribly?!

Tears involuntarily stung in his eyes, fear and self loathing and an overwhelming hopelessness overcoming him. But he had to fight back, he had to, he would never just let such a monster rampage on Hyrule, he—

Ganondorf released his wrist, throwing him off balance, but he held the young hero’s face in his hands carefully, gently, oh so gently. “With the power of the goddesses on my side, no one can stop me… not even you, my child.”

Link didn’t know what to make of any of this, how to register what was happening, how he could even fight him with no Master Sword and the Triforce glowing on his enemy’s hand. But a chill started to surround him, seeping into his mind and heart and bones and making him shiver. He squeezed his eyes shut, crying openly, and he felt Ganondorf pull him closer, warm arms encircling him.

It’s okay, child. You’re safe with me, remember? We’re going to go home now. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I won’t let anyone take you from me.

Why… how was he hearing… his voice… but…

“I’ll handle Hyrule,” Ganondorf whispered as Link shivered in his embrace. “All you have to do is rest, child. You look like you need it.”

But… but that didn’t seem right…

The ice wrapped around his heart, and Link gasped at the intensity of it, the pain. Ganondorf’s hand ran through his hair, pushing the ice away. But it left him strangely numb, and addled, and suddenly Link didn’t know where in the world he was anymore.

Glancing up, he just saw a familiar face watching him, and he clutched the man’s tunic, disoriented and terrified.

“Go to sleep,” Ganondorf commanded, and Link melted into his father figure’s hug, feeling safe for the first time in years as the darkness swallowed them both.

well first of all, don’t even worry about the timeline being off Skye, I still don’t have it all worked out for hdw anyway so it’s not a huge deal sbdjddbbs

second of all:

DSODDHGHDVDHDGSSBSJSVSH

NOOOOOOOO POWER AUGH

how dare you say this isn’t all that interesting it’s VERY INTERESTING AUGH POWER BABY NOOOOOOO GANONDORF HOW DARE YOU

That last line especially hit hard, “feeling safe for the first time in years as the darkness swallowed them both” HHHHHBDHDGSH OW. POWERRRRRRR 😭😭😭

[lichencoatedboulder]

you know…at it’s core…tomcat disposables is a weird fucking song

[mar64ds]

And next week's episode is the 30 minute long one oh my god. Bluey most insane TV show

[pocketgalaxies]

oh no wait i wanna cry

[michiikooo]

OH NO