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Blog intro! That I'm finally getting around to after several years lol.
Hi there! I’m Peggy, Sky Floor, Floor, Skyward, or Peg if you like.
Basically any variation of my username is fine.
I'm a Christian gal, muddling my way through life 👍
This is my Legend of Zelda/Linkeduniverse blog, the home of all my Zelda stuff I reblog and create. I’m a writer and random theory person mostly, but I also draw and reblog a lot of stuff, talk about the loz games, and bust out various insane AUs every so often. I also never shut up. sorry.
Writing tag is #writing from the floor
Talk tag is #rambles from the floor
And my ao3, Skyward_Arpeggio
I also make an effort to tag everything for easy organization and proper warnings, but I can't catch everything. I do my best though. Also no political discussions or NSFW, please. I try to keep this a lighthearted space, so please respect that.
I'm always willing to talk Zelda/Lu, and have an unhealthy amount of lore memorized, so don't be afraid to shoot me an ask if you wanna chat :D
Some of my projects and AUs I'm working on:
Linked Universe Incredibles AU, a semi-modern superhero au, where I basically dumped the lu boys into the Incredibles movie(s). If you're looking for family stuff, superpowers, and way too much angst, this is the au for you. You can find the masterpost of everything here, or look for it under the tag: #incredibles au, and all the writing I've done for it under: #incredibles au fic. (also on ao3!)
Sundelion AU is a totk au where Link and Zelda are married pre-totk, and there are two dragons around the sky islands when Link wakes up. What's going on? Link doesn't know. Link to the fic.
Brethren in a Cradle, my longest-running and most intense plot-wise project (with the very slow updates 😭). The chain gain an unusual addition to their ranks, and somehow Wild is a dad now. Wait, all of them are. Oops. Link to the fic on tumblr, but it's also on ao3.
Hyrule Dragon Warriors, which is a hyrule warriors au in which Link's dad is Volga, and his mom is Impa. Yeah. Family drama. You can find the masterpost of fics here, or look under: #hdw au. (also on ao3!)
I have four original Zelda stories I'm working on, one that I just call Lost AU, one Swamp Link, one Hero of Sages, or Berry Link, and the latest, the Mom Zelda AU.
Lost is about a Link who's corrupted very early in the story, and Zelda sets out to save him and the kingdom. You can find the masterpost of fics here, or under the tag #Lost.
Hero of Sages is about a Link who has six older sisters... who happen to be six of the seven maidens needed to bring back Ganon. There's also some messy political issues going on with the queen, Zelda, and Zelda's older brother. You can find it under #hero of sages.
Swamp Link is about a Link who was raised by Zora in a swamp. Think Florida man, but LOZ. Most of his Hyrule is wetland, lots of Zora around, and there's also a cult. Very exciting. His fic masterlist is here, and you can also look for him under #Swamp Link.
Mom Zelda is about a Link who is the son of Zelda, who's somewhat on the run after Ganondorf takes over the kingdom. There's not a lot to this one yet, but you can find it under #mom zelda au. (masterlist here)
You can also find my own all the links from the games go on an adventure together au at the tag: #Courage of Ages. There isn't a whole lot posted on here about them, but I always love talking about my boys :)
I have much more than this though, AUs/projects and other stuff I’ve written, but I'm going to put it under the cut (...still under editing so it's messy and unfinished!)
The past five years I've participated in the whumptober challenge! I did half of 2021's for lu, and in 2022 and 2023 I did all 31 days for lu! You can find the list for 2021 here, the ones for 2022 here, the 2023 ones here, the ones for 2024 here and the ones for 2025 here (or find them all on my ao3 (see above), as well as some ao3-only bonus scenes!).
Kitty Wind, which is exactly what it sounds like. Wind touches Twilight's crystal, and finds himself as... a cat. A tiny, fluffy, adorable little cat. Needless to say, he isn't thrilled. You can find it under #kitty wind or read the fic on ao3!
LU Star Wars AU is also exactly what it sounds like, it's just a star wars au with the lu boys (and other zelda characters yaaaay). Not a lot yet, but three chapters are out so far (on tumblr and ao3).
A Royal Castletown Wedding is basically just me borrowing the my little pony wedding episode and turning into a goofy lu fic. Nearly finished!
Accidental Domestication, silly stories about the chain and wolves and them being Disney princesses, basically.
Scales and Gills, a collection of Mermaid Legend fics.
The Twilight Turns (true form au), which is a fic in which Midna returns to her true form much sooner than in canon. She and Link's relationship changes a good bit because of this. On ao3.
Pup is only two fics for now, but I have more planned for this idea! Dark Link goes back in time, and after the chain when they're too small to defend themselves. Unfortunately for Dink, he doesn't bet on them having protectors in the form of their predecessors.
Many Courses of Love which is a series of loz fics exploring the different Links and how they're loved (mainly zelink, but a few other ships, as well as familial love too :)
Up in Arms, a hyrule warriors fic in which Link loses an arm in the fight against the Dark Links.
Botw Dark Link AU, an AU I don't talk about much, but post-botw the Yiga decide to make a Dark Link in order to defeat Link himself once and for all. They, of course, screw it up.
Downfall IAU is just the incredibles AU only angstier. Much, much angstier. Here's the big ol' masterlist.
I may be forgetting some things, but these are all my main projects I believe!
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Mom zelda au, seeing what Zelda is up to at the moment. This happens right after the whole raid on Kakariko stuff :)
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Zelda wrapped her arms tightly around herself as she paced in her room, a habit she thought she’d broken, but had fallen back into since her imprisonment here. It hadn’t even been that long, but the stress was already getting to her.
She crossed the room again, steps softly tapping the floor. She had a lot to think about, and she couldn’t handle sitting still right now.
Not while she was working on the best way to enact her plan.
Her fingers tapped on her arm as she paced. She knew she only had a matter of time before Ganondorf began trying to take the Triforce of wisdom from her in earnest— her only saving grace was that he’d been busy with other matters since she’d been brought here. He seemed in no hurry either, which worried her greatly. There was obviously little fear of her escaping.
But that had also been before Link had sent the burst of magic across Hyrule, one that she knew Ganondorf had felt. Everyone had felt it. She was deeply proud of her son for beginning what they’d slowly been building against Ganondorf all these years, but she was also worried sick for him.
Ganondorf knew she had a child. And now he knew the Hero had returned.
She just had to do everything in her power to stop him from figuring out those two were one and the same.
Her door suddenly opened, and Zelda flinched, turning and looking at the guard that came in. She was beginning to remember their faces, though she hadn’t figured out this one’s name yet.
“Your presence is required by his Majesty,” she said, and Zelda looked away.
“Tell him I’m busy,” she replied, still pacing, and her guard tapped her spear on the floor.
“It was not a request.”
Zelda’s steps slowed, and she looked longingly out her window as two other guards came into her room. There was no point in fighting it.
Will this be it? she wondered as the guards escorted her out and down the hallways, Zelda forced to speed her steps in order to keep up with their long strides. Is he finally going to make good on all his threats?
She swallowed. Link had been worried of torture when she’d talked to him in his dream, and though she’d reassured him, the thought had lingered heavily on her.
Goddesses give me strength.
It wasn’t long before they reached a room that had once been her father’s, one Zelda rarely entered. The lack of as many specific memories made the inside’s changed decor somewhat less jarring, but the change was still a surprise.
The room was draped in silk, large braziers lighting it in flickering light. A breeze came in through the windows, ripping the silks, and blew the smell of what Zelda thought was incense into her nose. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant, but she still stiffened as she was pulled forward and saw Ganondorf, reclining on a couch as he dined.
She’d known he was angry earlier. She could hear him raging at something, felt a flash of his power through her own piece of the Triforce. He seemed calm now, but as Zelda stood in front of him, there seemed to be something still churning beneath his calm expression, a rage barely held back.
Something has happened.
Ganondorf didn’t speak, busy with finishing the melon in front of him, and the silence stretched, Zelda beginning to sweat. Even with the open window it was much too warm in here.
“I’ve heard you’re quite the musician,” Ganondorf said suddenly, setting the melon rind aside. Zelda blinked, not expecting the comment.
Ganondorf snapped his fingers, and a servant stepped forward, holding a small harp.
“Play for me. It’s been a long day,” he said as the servant handed Zelda the harp, and she looked at the instrument. It seemed well cared for, the surface smooth, and when she ran a tentative hand along the strings, they sounded in tune. “Something slow.”
Zelda debated refusing, but a part of her calmed with an instrument in hand, a familiar weight in her arms. Music had always been a refuge, a comfort through hardship. She breathed out as her guards moved to stand by the door, and after briefly familiarizing herself with this particular instrument, began to play.
Notes drifted through the air, slow and leisurely. It was an old song she’d chosen to play, one that brought to mind smooth water and gently flowing streams. Ganondorf seemed pleased enough with it, and he leaned back as she played, her fingers rippling across the strings.
Ganondorf resumed his meal without a word, and Zelda didn’t look at him as she played, the tune soon falling to a close. He told her to play another, and Zelda complied, choosing another tune that was slow in its tempo.
She tried to get lost in the music, but her thoughts swirled, her fingers tense. It was impossible to be calm while in the same room as the man who’d taken so much from her. Impossible not to remember waking up in Kakariko after the castle had fallen, in pain so intense she could barely ask what had happened, Impa’s expression saying it all.
Zelda started another song when she finished that one without Ganondorf asking, and he nodded approvingly, something in Zelda bristling at his demeanor. How could he sit there and demand entertainment from her while he ground Hyrule under his foot? While he hunted her son? While he pretended this was just a casual dinner, and not yet another obvious show of his strength?
“That’s quite an unpleasant face, Zelda,” Ganondorf observed, and with a great deal of effort, she smoothed it. “Do you not enjoy your craft?”
“I have always enjoyed music,” she replied as she again shifted songs, this time to one that told the tale of a great hero of old, and his victory against a demon. Ganondorf must have recognized it, for his eyes narrowed.
“You’re quite the talented player,” he said, setting aside an empty dish, and picking up a goblet instead. “I suppose your child inherited that?”
Zelda did not reply.
Ganondorf waited a moment, then took a long sip of his drink, lowering it and setting it at the low table by his side.
“I thought you might like to know Kakariko has been burnt to the ground,” he said, and Zelda’s fingers missed a note. “The warrior we captured told us precisely where his home was. They stood no chance against our forces.”
Zelda kept her appearance calm, but inwardly she felt nothing but horror. Kakariko, the one refuge she knew of that was left fully hidden from Ganondorf... had been destroyed? Was Impa alive? Were any of them alive?
And worst of all, she’d sent Link to Kakariko.
Was he..?
“Were there survivors?” she couldn’t help but ask, and Ganondorf took another sip of wine.
“They scattered like rats. I’m sure some managed to crawl back into their holes, but we killed many. Amazing how much of a fight they put up, for so little gain.”
A hint of relief hit her past the grief. Surely they would’ve gotten Link away as soon as possible. And if Ganondorf had found Link, or Impa for that matter, he’d be gloating about it.
He’s safe. At least there’s that.
“We’ll track down whatever is left of them soon enough though,” Ganondorf said, and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin. “They’ll all pay the price for helping a traitor to the crown. Courage is mine, and they’ve helped keep it from me.”
Zelda flicked her eyes up from the harp. “What are you going to do to them?”
Ganondorf smirked. “Their fate will be the same as the last holder of Courage. And then that miserable tribe will finally be out of my hair.”
“You’d wipe them all out?” she whispered, her notes sharp as she plucked the harp.
Ganondorf took another sip. “They’re my enemies, Zelda. I can’t have them all brought here as prisoners, they might get notions of freeing you. Better to cut the weeds out by the root.”
“Even the children?” she said sharply, and Ganondorf lowered his cup.
“Children grow up. And take revenge for their fallen parents. I’d be a fool to keep future threats alive.”
He met her eyes, and Zelda knew he wasn’t speaking only of Sheikah.
“Well I have no doubt they’ll slip through your fingers,” Zelda said with a burst of anger, changing to a more upbeat tune, one with a difficult rhythm to keep up with. “The Sheikah have had no trouble outsmarting you. After all, it took you this long to find them, and only after torturing one of their own.”
“I’d been on the verge of locating them for years,” Ganondorf said in a sharper voice. “I’ve quelled any rebellion they’ve sparked, purged any dissent in my kingdom.”
“Yet you were unable to get rid of them all in your little raid,” Zelda replied, her music speeding. “And still struggle to control your kingdom. Yet another failure of yours, Ganondorf.”
His nostrils flared. “Do not speak to me that way. It is only by my generosity that you still live at all.”
“You mean inability?” Zelda said idly, unable to stop herself from poking the beast in front of her with her words. She was tired of listening to his cruelty without being able to strike back, his promises of death against people she cared for. She was done listening to it. “I still hold Wisdom. You still don’t know the location of Courage, nor the whereabouts of my heir. It seems to me that you’re unable to get anything that you—”
“Silence,” Ganondorf snapped, that rage she’d seen earlier now bubbling up.
Against her better judgment, Zelda kept talking. “I have a strange feeling that Kakariko was not as great a victory as you’re making it out to be either. Courage has once again slipped your grasp. Hyrule’s magic is breaking free of your hold. It seems to me only a matter of time before the Hero—”
In one quick movement Ganondorf stood, grabbed a spear from one of his guards, and threw it at Zelda.
She lunged to the side, but it still caught part of her sleeve, making her gasp as her clothing was pinned to the wall. The guards and servants in the room stilled, and things seemed far too quiet without Zelda’s music.
“Get out,” Ganondorf said in a low voice, eyes burning gold, his hand the same color.
Zelda couldn’t make herself move. She knew she should tear herself free, but she was fixated on Ganondorf’s eyes, eyes she’d seen in countless dreams and visions of her people murdered and destroyed, eyes that burned with a hatred that felt directly focused in on her.
“I said GET OUT!” he roared, spilling his wine as he grabbed a sword from his belt.
Zelda finally managed to rip herself free as Ganondorf threw the sword, luckily missing her by a wider margin. The guards who’d brought her here quickly took her arms and pulled her out before Ganondorf could throw anything else, and the door boomed shut behind her, the sound of Ganondorf raging still legible through the door.
She noted suddenly that she was trembling.
Her guards practically had to carry her down the hallways until her legs behaved enough that she could walk, Zelda still shaking. Her old scars ached for some reason, and a thin trickle of blood traced down her arm where the spear had grazed her.
He could have killed her.
He would have killed her.
Both of her guards seemed unusually quiet as they marched, and Zelda risked a glance at them as she did her best to calm down.
“Does... does he often act like that?” she asked softly, not really expecting an answer. But one shifted a little at the question, and then breathed out.
“More than he used to,” she murmured, Zelda noticing a few streaks of silver in her red hair. “...He was a sweet boy, once.”
The other guard said something sharp in Gerudo, and the first shook her head, muttering something back. Zelda listened to them argue a moment, only able to pick out a word here and there, and distantly wished she’d learned more Gerudo over the years.
“He’s a great king,” the younger said finally, and despite the proud tilt of her head, Zelda thought she saw something fearful in the depths of her eyes. “The stresses of running such a large kingdom would get to anyone. And you’re a prisoner, you deserve his temper.”
Zelda merely nodded, noting the discussion to think through later when she felt more calm, and her guards escorted her into her rooms, then locked the door behind them as they left.
Then Zelda sank down onto the closest chair, trembling as she felt at her ripped sleeve.
She’d pushed too far. She’d seen his anger, and yet when he’d mentioned Link and what he’d done to Kakariko, she’d let her emotions get the better of her, and pressed every button of Ganondorf’s she could think of. And it hadn’t done any good.
She couldn’t fight him like that.
It’s time to enact the plan, she thought with a heavy swoop of dread in her stomach, managing to stand in order to look for something to wrap her arm. Before he kills Link... or me.
She swallowed, and ran a trembling hand along her faintly bleeding arm.
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Mom zelda au, seeing what Zelda is up to at the moment. This happens right after the whole raid on Kakariko stuff :)
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Zelda wrapped her arms tightly around herself as she paced in her room, a habit she thought she’d broken, but had fallen back into since her imprisonment here. It hadn’t even been that long, but the stress was already getting to her.
She crossed the room again, steps softly tapping the floor. She had a lot to think about, and she couldn’t handle sitting still right now.
Not while she was working on the best way to enact her plan.
Her fingers tapped on her arm as she paced. She knew she only had a matter of time before Ganondorf began trying to take the Triforce of wisdom from her in earnest— her only saving grace was that he’d been busy with other matters since she’d been brought here. He seemed in no hurry either, which worried her greatly. There was obviously little fear of her escaping.
But that had also been before Link had sent the burst of magic across Hyrule, one that she knew Ganondorf had felt. Everyone had felt it. She was deeply proud of her son for beginning what they’d slowly been building against Ganondorf all these years, but she was also worried sick for him.
Ganondorf knew she had a child. And now he knew the Hero had returned.
She just had to do everything in her power to stop him from figuring out those two were one and the same.
Her door suddenly opened, and Zelda flinched, turning and looking at the guard that came in. She was beginning to remember their faces, though she hadn’t figured out this one’s name yet.
“Your presence is required by his Majesty,” she said, and Zelda looked away.
“Tell him I’m busy,” she replied, still pacing, and her guard tapped her spear on the floor.
“It was not a request.”
Zelda’s steps slowed, and she looked longingly out her window as two other guards came into her room. There was no point in fighting it.
Will this be it? she wondered as the guards escorted her out and down the hallways, Zelda forced to speed her steps in order to keep up with their long strides. Is he finally going to make good on all his threats?
She swallowed. Link had been worried of torture when she’d talked to him in his dream, and though she’d reassured him, the thought had lingered heavily on her.
Goddesses give me strength.
It wasn’t long before they reached a room that had once been her father’s, one Zelda rarely entered. The lack of as many specific memories made the inside’s changed decor somewhat less jarring, but the change was still a surprise.
The room was draped in silk, large braziers lighting it in flickering light. A breeze came in through the windows, ripping the silks, and blew the smell of what Zelda thought was incense into her nose. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant, but she still stiffened as she was pulled forward and saw Ganondorf, reclining on a couch as he dined.
She’d known he was angry earlier. She could hear him raging at something, felt a flash of his power through her own piece of the Triforce. He seemed calm now, but as Zelda stood in front of him, there seemed to be something still churning beneath his calm expression, a rage barely held back.
Something has happened.
Ganondorf didn’t speak, busy with finishing the melon in front of him, and the silence stretched, Zelda beginning to sweat. Even with the open window it was much too warm in here.
“I’ve heard you’re quite the musician,” Ganondorf said suddenly, setting the melon rind aside. Zelda blinked, not expecting the comment.
Ganondorf snapped his fingers, and a servant stepped forward, holding a small harp.
“Play for me. It’s been a long day,” he said as the servant handed Zelda the harp, and she looked at the instrument. It seemed well cared for, the surface smooth, and when she ran a tentative hand along the strings, they sounded in tune. “Something slow.”
Zelda debated refusing, but a part of her calmed with an instrument in hand, a familiar weight in her arms. Music had always been a refuge, a comfort through hardship. She breathed out as her guards moved to stand by the door, and after briefly familiarizing herself with this particular instrument, began to play.
Notes drifted through the air, slow and leisurely. It was an old song she’d chosen to play, one that brought to mind smooth water and gently flowing streams. Ganondorf seemed pleased enough with it, and he leaned back as she played, her fingers rippling across the strings.
Ganondorf resumed his meal without a word, and Zelda didn’t look at him as she played, the tune soon falling to a close. He told her to play another, and Zelda complied, choosing another tune that was slow in its tempo.
She tried to get lost in the music, but her thoughts swirled, her fingers tense. It was impossible to be calm while in the same room as the man who’d taken so much from her. Impossible not to remember waking up in Kakariko after the castle had fallen, in pain so intense she could barely ask what had happened, Impa’s expression saying it all.
Zelda started another song when she finished that one without Ganondorf asking, and he nodded approvingly, something in Zelda bristling at his demeanor. How could he sit there and demand entertainment from her while he ground Hyrule under his foot? While he hunted her son? While he pretended this was just a casual dinner, and not yet another obvious show of his strength?
“That’s quite an unpleasant face, Zelda,” Ganondorf observed, and with a great deal of effort, she smoothed it. “Do you not enjoy your craft?”
“I have always enjoyed music,” she replied as she again shifted songs, this time to one that told the tale of a great hero of old, and his victory against a demon. Ganondorf must have recognized it, for his eyes narrowed.
“You’re quite the talented player,” he said, setting aside an empty dish, and picking up a goblet instead. “I suppose your child inherited that?”
Zelda did not reply.
Ganondorf waited a moment, then took a long sip of his drink, lowering it and setting it at the low table by his side.
“I thought you might like to know Kakariko has been burnt to the ground,” he said, and Zelda’s fingers missed a note. “The warrior we captured told us precisely where his home was. They stood no chance against our forces.”
Zelda kept her appearance calm, but inwardly she felt nothing but horror. Kakariko, the one refuge she knew of that was left fully hidden from Ganondorf... had been destroyed? Was Impa alive? Were any of them alive?
And worst of all, she’d sent Link to Kakariko.
Was he..?
“Were there survivors?” she couldn’t help but ask, and Ganondorf took another sip of wine.
“They scattered like rats. I’m sure some managed to crawl back into their holes, but we killed many. Amazing how much of a fight they put up, for so little gain.”
A hint of relief hit her past the grief. Surely they would’ve gotten Link away as soon as possible. And if Ganondorf had found Link, or Impa for that matter, he’d be gloating about it.
He’s safe. At least there’s that.
“We’ll track down whatever is left of them soon enough though,” Ganondorf said, and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin. “They’ll all pay the price for helping a traitor to the crown. Courage is mine, and they’ve helped keep it from me.”
Zelda flicked her eyes up from the harp. “What are you going to do to them?”
Ganondorf smirked. “Their fate will be the same as the last holder of Courage. And then that miserable tribe will finally be out of my hair.”
“You’d wipe them all out?” she whispered, her notes sharp as she plucked the harp.
Ganondorf took another sip. “They’re my enemies, Zelda. I can’t have them all brought here as prisoners, they might get notions of freeing you. Better to cut the weeds out by the root.”
“Even the children?” she said sharply, and Ganondorf lowered his cup.
“Children grow up. And take revenge for their fallen parents. I’d be a fool to keep future threats alive.”
He met her eyes, and Zelda knew he wasn’t speaking only of Sheikah.
“Well I have no doubt they’ll slip through your fingers,” Zelda said with a burst of anger, changing to a more upbeat tune, one with a difficult rhythm to keep up with. “The Sheikah have had no trouble outsmarting you. After all, it took you this long to find them, and only after torturing one of their own.”
“I’d been on the verge of locating them for years,” Ganondorf said in a sharper voice. “I’ve quelled any rebellion they’ve sparked, purged any dissent in my kingdom.”
“Yet you were unable to get rid of them all in your little raid,” Zelda replied, her music speeding. “And still struggle to control your kingdom. Yet another failure of yours, Ganondorf.”
His nostrils flared. “Do not speak to me that way. It is only by my generosity that you still live at all.”
“You mean inability?” Zelda said idly, unable to stop herself from poking the beast in front of her with her words. She was tired of listening to his cruelty without being able to strike back, his promises of death against people she cared for. She was done listening to it. “I still hold Wisdom. You still don’t know the location of Courage, nor the whereabouts of my heir. It seems to me that you’re unable to get anything that you—”
“Silence,” Ganondorf snapped, that rage she’d seen earlier now bubbling up.
Against her better judgment, Zelda kept talking. “I have a strange feeling that Kakariko was not as great a victory as you’re making it out to be either. Courage has once again slipped your grasp. Hyrule’s magic is breaking free of your hold. It seems to me only a matter of time before the Hero—”
In one quick movement Ganondorf stood, grabbed a spear from one of his guards, and threw it at Zelda.
She lunged to the side, but it still caught part of her sleeve, making her gasp as her clothing was pinned to the wall. The guards and servants in the room stilled, and things seemed far too quiet without Zelda’s music.
“Get out,” Ganondorf said in a low voice, eyes burning gold, his hand the same color.
Zelda couldn’t make herself move. She knew she should tear herself free, but she was fixated on Ganondorf’s eyes, eyes she’d seen in countless dreams and visions of her people murdered and destroyed, eyes that burned with a hatred that felt directly focused in on her.
“I said GET OUT!” he roared, spilling his wine as he grabbed a sword from his belt.
Zelda finally managed to rip herself free as Ganondorf threw the sword, luckily missing her by a wider margin. The guards who’d brought her here quickly took her arms and pulled her out before Ganondorf could throw anything else, and the door boomed shut behind her, the sound of Ganondorf raging still legible through the door.
She noted suddenly that she was trembling.
Her guards practically had to carry her down the hallways until her legs behaved enough that she could walk, Zelda still shaking. Her old scars ached for some reason, and a thin trickle of blood traced down her arm where the spear had grazed her.
He could have killed her.
He would have killed her.
Both of her guards seemed unusually quiet as they marched, and Zelda risked a glance at them as she did her best to calm down.
“Does... does he often act like that?” she asked softly, not really expecting an answer. But one shifted a little at the question, and then breathed out.
“More than he used to,” she murmured, Zelda noticing a few streaks of silver in her red hair. “...He was a sweet boy, once.”
The other guard said something sharp in Gerudo, and the first shook her head, muttering something back. Zelda listened to them argue a moment, only able to pick out a word here and there, and distantly wished she’d learned more Gerudo over the years.
“He’s a great king,” the younger said finally, and despite the proud tilt of her head, Zelda thought she saw something fearful in the depths of her eyes. “The stresses of running such a large kingdom would get to anyone. And you’re a prisoner, you deserve his temper.”
Zelda merely nodded, noting the discussion to think through later when she felt more calm, and her guards escorted her into her rooms, then locked the door behind them as they left.
Then Zelda sank down onto the closest chair, trembling as she felt at her ripped sleeve.
She’d pushed too far. She’d seen his anger, and yet when he’d mentioned Link and what he’d done to Kakariko, she’d let her emotions get the better of her, and pressed every button of Ganondorf’s she could think of. And it hadn’t done any good.
She couldn’t fight him like that.
It’s time to enact the plan, she thought with a heavy swoop of dread in her stomach, managing to stand in order to look for something to wrap her arm. Before he kills Link... or me.
She swallowed, and ran a trembling hand along her faintly bleeding arm.
@coffebits and @abbyz-elda have done SUCH an amazing job crafting this story, taking a fun concept above and beyond into the distant stars. I had a blast drawing and painting this, and took a lot of inspiration from the beautiful illustrations of Coffebits for the series. If you haven't read the story yet, I highly encourage you to do so! It's like Zelda meets Star Wars but still very much its own story, and is a wonderfully fun, romantic, nail-biting, and exciting tribute to the Zelda series as a whole. Thanks for this art challenge Coffebits! (I had SO much fun with the planets and photographs!)
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Ok So I was thinking back to the Zora lore you wrote and was wondering, how did Rilla handle Link's growth and how it differs from Zora growth? Were there any mishaps from not understanding Hylian biology? I imagine she was shocked at how quickly Link learned to walk compared to a Zora, haha.
I love your concept of a Zora coming of age ceremony! Would the Swamp Zora who reach this age be considered fully grown, or do they still have growing to do? (aka are they more comparable with human 16 year olds or 20 year olds?) I'd love to hear more about Link's ceremony one day if it ever comes up, that sounds really fun ^u^ Love your world building! (Also I hope you are feeling a little better today!)
There were definitely a few mishaps here and there, but generally Rina was able to figure it out XD Admittedly some of the strange things she chalked up to just her unfamiliarity with motherhood (which made raising her other two kids interesting at times!). The biggest adjustment was figuring out when things were wrong-- him being warmblooded definitely affected stuff, and sometimes Rina wasn't able to tell that anything was wrong.
Yeah he learned to walk surprisingly quickly (by Zora standards anyway!). He took longer to learn to swim though, and Rina learned very quickly that he needed to be watched when he was in the water. It was a learning curve 😅
Viyne was also surprisingly helpful in regards to things Rina didn't know what to do with (fevers??? Zora don't get fevers???), because he just knows about all kinds of things for some reason. Rina usually only went to him as a last resort though haha
As for the ceremony, they would be closer to a human teenager in size, but of course, there's a lot of variation there XD Some Zora are as big as they're going to get when they have their ceremony, and others still have a lot of growing to do. But they're usually on the bigger end. Most have their growth spurts as their tail is shrinking.
And yeah I'd like to write about it sometime :) It'll take some time to figure out what all of that involves though so it would take some time XD And thank you, I love doing worldbuilding stuff (and answering questions about it!) :D
Like in the first drawing, his soldier and captain uniforms are inspired by the TLOK United Forces uniform, though I did change his jacket to green. And no helm, of course
The casual one mostly comes from a picture of Jack Harkness permanently engraved in the back of my mind
His native element is Fire, and he was a soldier in the Fire Division of the United Hyrulean Forces
Found out that he was the avatar in a fight with Volga, when he gets injured and accidentally unlocks his earthbending while trying to shield himself from a fire blast I might turn this into a comic but I didn't say anything shhhhhh
Hi, here to bother you and hopefully help you feel better!
So, in spite of the fact that I haven’t finished figuring out that OC Link I’d been telling you about a while ago, I’m coming up with yet another.
This one is going to be called Woodlands and is a storyteller! She’s gonna have a grandmother and her Zelda is ALSO gonna be an old lady ❤️ I don’t know about any other siblings, but she might have an uncle. Maybe. I dunno. I’m still sussing her out, y’know?
Lemme know if you want to hear more about her, and I hope you enjoyed and feel better!
- Nevermatch
Ah that's the way with Link OCs, they have a way of continually popping up even when you might not want them to XD I'm not very eloquent at the moment because I'm sleepy but she sounds like fun!
I spent a while typing up my notes on how Swamp Zora grow and develop and also some cultural stuff so if anyone is interested here you go:
The Swamp Zora lifecycle is similar to frogs, in that they start fully aquatic, then change to being amphibious as they grow older. They don’t appreciate the comparison though, so don’t make it within earshot.
Zora eggs are carried in their mother for several months before being laid, protecting them from the dangers of the swamp. The eggs are then laid in small bodies of water, usually a pool inside of a Zora dwelling designated for such use. The eggs themselves are usually a little larger than an adult Zora’s fist. A typical clutch is 1-3 eggs, though instances of more have been noted, and the eggs usually remain in the water for about a month while they finish developing, getting important nutrients through their jelly-like shells from the water they’re laid in.
Zora hatchlings look something like a tadpole, or axolotl. They’re born without back legs, instead featuring a large tail that they use to propel themselves through the water. Their front legs also more resemble flippers when they’re first born, and they use those to help maneouver while swimming.
In a Zora’s first six months, they remain fully aquatic, only able to surface for short amounts of time. Zora parents sometimes carry their littlest ones in special slings that can hold a fair amount of water, so they’re not beholden to remaining beside the pool where their babies were born.
As the hatchlings age, sometime before their first year, their tail begins to shrink. Their back legs begin to appear, and rapidly grow. The front claws’ webbing recedes somewhat, making it easier to grip things, and the young Zora spend more and more time putting their heads above water, practicing for when their lungs further develop. Some babies are hesitant to be in the air, and the parents may need to enforce time out of the water so they develop properly.
Once a Zora’s legs are developed enough, usually somewhere around the age of two, they begin to spend significant time out of the pond, splitting air and water time about 50/50. They aren’t very fast though, and tire easily, and so often ride around on their mother’s back, clinging to the thicker scales by her shoulders. The tail continues to shrink during this time, and is used less and less. The back legs begin to help more with swimming.
The babies soon shift to their middle stage, crawling on land, then walking on two legs once they’ve grown strong enough. They maintain their ability to breathe underwater, but spend more time above it, practicing their walking and running. Most begin to lose the speckled scales they have when they’re babies for camouflage, though some continue to display such patterns into adulthood. Their height increases in these years as well, and the color of their fins grows brighter.
A Zora isn’t considered an adult until their tail fully disappears, shrinking away and replaced by a small fin that appears on their lower backs. This change is marked by a small spot of color that appears on the fin only when the tail is fully gone, and usually happens somewhere in a Zora’s 13-15th year.
Once adulthood is reached, the Zora is often given a small trial to pass (retrieving something, defeating a low-level monster, etc), which truly signifies their stepping into adulthood and the responsibility that comes with it. A ceremony is done once the trial is completed, which ends in a celebration for the tribe’s newest warrior.
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