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I just wanted a place to quickly look back at my older stuff, so Iâm going to just keep this around as a way to say âawwww look how bad that was last year!â Iâm putting stars near my favorite đ I regret nothing
I really enjoyed this one! After looking at several references for the boss key design of different Zelda games, I decided to merge a few and come up with a somewhat new boss key. The colours were really fun, especially such a deep red for the skull, and Iâm pretty happy with how the shading and somewhat 3D appearance turned out!
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Starting off by posting the LinktoberQuest prompt list! Mapo and Leafâs story follows the flow of these prompts,,, with a few of my own interpretations.
I started this comic back during October 2020 and as of Mar-1-2021 I am still chipping away at it. This was mainly posted on Instagram and Twitter but I wanted the story to have its own little place separate from my regular art.
I am still learning how to use tumblr so bear with me,,
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Summary: There are circumstances that may lead one to take certain risks, and sometimes those risks lead to disaster.
Warnings: (Temporary) character death, mentions of violence, mentions of alcohol, and swearing.
Day 10: Dark
Wherever Time was, it was dark. There was not a single ounce of light here, and no matter where he looked or where he took a step forward, he was always met with pitch black. The darkness was suffocating, and he could feel his breath start to pick up once his hazy mind realised that there was no exit, that there was nothing to see, that there was no one else here to help him, and soon the whole room was starting to feel like it was closing in on him even though there were no walls and he suddenly couldnât tell left from right or up from down or whether he was sitting or standing or lying down - it was all just dark, and it was slowly eating away at his sanity.
âYou ⌠out ⌠right now âŚâ
His breath caught in his throat. That fiery tone, that sweet, beautiful voice ⌠that was ⌠Malon, right?
Yes, of course. How could he forget the love of his life? The one he decided to settle down with on a small, peaceful ranch in the middle of Hyrule Field? The one who sang along with him whenever he played his ocarina and the one who watched beautiful sunsets with him as the last minutes of the day started to fade away? She was a constant soothing presence in his life, and he would never forgive himself if he ever forgot about Malon.
He stood still, hoping that in some way, listening to his wifeâs voice could somehow lead him out of the darkness. It was strange that Malonâs voice was echoing from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and whatever she was saying was so choppy and fragmented that Time could barely make out the syllables of each word, but her voice was like a lifeline to him, and he was willing to try and latch onto it no matter how distant it was.
âWhat makes you believe that I should? I have not finished killing all the enemies here, nor have I finished correcting the mistakes in this timeline.â
This voice was deeper, colder, and more unforgiving than Malonâs, and each word rang out unnervingly clear in Timeâs mind. The beingâs tone was indifferent towards the words it was saying, as if the very notion of killing monsters and fixing mistakes in a timeline was just another mundane task that anyone could do. Time wouldâve chuckled if the situation wasnât all so disorientating. As if fixing something so complicated as a timeline was simple, he should know; heâs been struggling with trying to correct his mistakes for years now, and all his attempts have either led to the eventual destruction of Hyrule or to the creation of more timelines, which would only make his hair turn greyer from the added stress. Honestly, at this point, he was sure that only Hylia herself or some other god could fix this.
Wait. Another god.Â
Another god.
His heart was suddenly racing, the thumping in his chest and the rush of blood in his ears getting overwhelmingly loud. Had he really put on the Fierce Deity mask and become that soulless, heartless god? What were even the circumstances that led him to do that? He swore that he would only use that thing if the situation at hand was nearly hopeless - if his or his loved onesâ lives were practically hanging by a thin thread - but surely it hadnât come to that, had it?
Now that he thought about it, he couldnât really remember what had happened. The latest memory he had at the moment was having to buy a new shield for Wild because he broke it while shield - surfing, but that was nearly a day ago - or was it just a few hours ago? Or a couple of minutes ago? Or maybe weeks ago? For someone renowned as the âHero of Timeâ, his namesake was definitely failing him.
How long had it been since he had given the Fierce Deity control over his body? How long had it been since he last saw light? How long had it been since heâd last seen Malon, or any of the other heroes for that matter? Where were the other heroes? Where was he?Â
âHe ⌠kill me ⌠let ⌠go.â
He lifted his head up at a dizzying speed and his eye widened with fear. No, what was Malon talking about? Why was she suddenly talking about âkillingâ of all things? She knew so much about the Fierce Deity mask and its bloodlust so why in the world was she tempting that thing?
He sucked in a sharp breath.Â
He needs out. He needs out right now.
âLet me out!â Time yelled out to no one, but even if it seemed as such, he knew that the deity could hear him. â Let me out right now!â
âLink ⌠enough ⌠let ⌠go.â
âI know you can hear me! Let me out right now!â
â... Dead ⌠stop ⌠enough.â
âI will burn you to ashes if you lay a single finger on Malon! You hear me?! Iâll kill you!â
Together, he and Malon pleaded from two different sides, the latterâs coming out in careful demands and the formerâs coming out in harsh screams. It was impossible to know what was going on outside, and it made Time feel all the more fearful because he didnât know if he was off simply killing a few Moblins and Lizalfos, or was about to stab a sword through his wifeâs chest. He needs to know what was going on. He needs out.
After what felt like an eternity, he felt the floor tilt from beneath him when the Fierce Deity finally nodded and said, â Very well.â Timeâs world was suddenly flooded with light.
His body was already pitching forward before his mind could even register it, and the feel of strong arms coming to wrap around his chest was barely felt through the numbness in his body. His head lolled wearily onto the personâs shoulder, and he didnât even bother to move the locks of hair that pressed haphazardly against his face. His whole being was sagging with both fatigue and relief, and when he was finally able to make out the white dress underneath his chin and the sight of ginger locks, he used all his remaining strength to lock Malon into a tight hug.
âLink!â She shouted in surprise, but he only squeezed harder, refusing to let her go as if she would disappear without his hold. He buried his head further into her neck and breathed in the familiar scent of hay and home - cooked meals, slowly easing his shoulders when his mind finally registered that he was free from the deityâs hold, he was able to use his own body again, and that he was back home, safe and sound. He pulled away for a second, ready to scold his wife for even attempting to do something so reckless as standing up to a god, but froze when he saw the state of Hyrule Field.
The field - his home -Â was littered with bodies: those of monsters, humans, and Hylians all strewn about like tossed ragdolls. Blood coated the ground in dark, messy paint splatters on a grassy canvas, and the weapons and armor of the multitude of soldiers that came here were all broken into pieces, destroyed with clean and powerful slices. The whole place reeked of death, and it was nothing like the beautiful plains he was used to seeing.
What had the Fierce Deity done?
He didnât even realise he was staggering until he felt his wifeâs arms around him again.
âLink!â A frantic voice called out, and Time was barely able to recognize it as Malonâs. â Itâs going to be alright!â
He wouldâve laughed if his throat wasnât so tight. âAlrightâ? âAlrightâ? There was nothing that could be âalrightâ about this situation; the Fierce Deity had killed innocent people - he had killed innocent people - and there was no magical way to grab all their souls and force them back into their respective bodies. They were dead, plain and simple.
His wife was leading him towards their home with one of his arms wrapped firmly across her shoulders and another arm delicately pressing his side to hers. Time could barely keep his heavy steps in time with Malonâs strides, and the right side of his face burned hotter than the flames on Volvagiaâs back, but he tried to focus all of his attention on the determination etched onto Malonâs face, hoping vainly that he could draw some sort of hope from that.
His wife was settling him on their shared bed before he was even able to register it, and the soft plush of quilts and blankets did nothing to quell the massive pit in his stomach. Neither the sting of alcohol on his skin as his wounds were cleaned nor Malonâs gentle reassurances did nothing to bring him out of his shock; his mind was still lost in Hyrule Field, looking upon the corpses that littered the green like blooming weeds.
He wondered how long he had been gone for. Minutes? Hours? It couldâve very well been days if he was being completely honest. From the time he put on the mask to the time the Fierce Deity took it off, the Hero of Time was stuck in a dark limbo, where neither his senses nor time itself existed. He surmised that the only reason he was even able to rouse was because of Malonâs voice piercing through the darkness like an arrow to the heart, and he used that opportunity to frantically regain control of his body; otherwise, if he just let that chance flitter away, then he was sure the deity would just kill her along with everyone else.
He startled when a light touch settled on his shoulder, and his eye fell onto an anxious redhead.
âMalon?â His voice trembled like that of a fearful child, and the ranchhand smiled sadly at him.
âThatâs right, Fairy Boy. I just wanted to let you know that Iâm going to the market to fetch some more supplies. Iâll be back in ten minutes, so donât even think about moving, alright?â
With a tight nod, he watched her move towards the door leading to the hallway, but after a sudden thought came to mind, he quickly blurted out, â The boys?â
He held his breath as his wife paused in the doorway, and he felt each second tick by excruciatingly slow. Finally, after what felt like years of waiting, she finally turned back and quietly said, â Itâll be alright.â
The Hero of Timeâs stomach dropped. The forced smile on his wifeâs lips, the way she dug her nails into the wooden doorframe, the reassuring words she uttered trying to get him to relax even though his subconscious was telling him that he shouldnât get such a luxury - he shouldâve known that something was wrong. Something worse had happened while the Fierce Deity had possessed him, and the little child within him was too scared to find out.
The time between Malon coming home and tending to his remaining injuries was an absolute blur. He remembered her walking back into the room with a myriad of potions and bandages in her arms, and the idle small talk she tried to make as she immediately got back to work. Her voice was soothing, and Time did his best to listen to what she was saying but his mind refused to budge from the topic of the Fierce Deity and death, even long after his wife had left. He was just ⌠numb; his body, his senses, his emotions, were all just numb, all because of a memory he could not remember.
A few harsh knocks pulled Time out of his thoughts, and the visitor didnât even bother to wait for an invitation. Warriors came barging into the room within seconds, with Wild slowly trailing in behind him, his face well - hidden beneath his signature cloak. They stood together at one side of the bedroom, and the Hero of Time couldnât even muster the courage to look either of them in the eye.
âWhat did you do?â
Every bit of Warriorsâs words were filled with unadulterated rage, even if they were just barely above a whisper. As the seconds ticked by without an answer, he yelled out louder, â Tell me, Time, what the fuck did you do?!â
The Hero of Time flinched at the words, and could only muster out a small, â U - Um -.â
âCan you even begin to understand the gravity of your actions?!â And the Hero of Warriors didnât even concern himself with formalities anymore. â You killed hundreds of innocent people just for your own sick enjoyment! They were here to help us - sent graciously by the queen herself - and you just slaughtered them as if they were nothing more than pigs and cattle! And the way you killed Legend and Sky ⌠exactly how long were you waiting to do that?â
No - Timeâs breath caught in his throat - no, no, Hylia, he didnât -.
âAre you happy that two of Hyliaâs Chosen Heroes are gone now, with two others well on their way? Iâm sure Hyrule loves being in a coma, and Twilight is just absolutely thrilled about bleeding to death!â
Time didnât miss the way Wild stiffened at the mention of his mentor, nor the shuddering breath he took.
Warriors took a step forward as to shield the champion from Timeâs gaze and growled out, â Those four trusted you - we all trusted you - and you stabbed us in the back like the fucking traitor that you are.â
The Hero of Time flinched at the words. Traitors were the thing that their captain hated the most, and when he said that someone was a traitor, he wholeheartedly meant it.Â
His fingers twisted harder into the sheets underneath him. As pathetic as it was, he was scared. He was too terrified to ask the dreaded question of how he killed Legend and Sky, too terrified to see how bad off Twilight and Hyrule were, and too terrified to explain that he was under the control of a deity whose powers he couldnât even begin to comprehend. He betrayed those young heroes who he had considered him as a leader and family, and he had undoubtedly shattered any chance of regaining their trust; all he could do now is wither under the captainâs denouncement and apologize for something that couldnât be forgiven.
It was Warriors who finally broke the tense silence by sharply turning on his heel and leading the Hero of Wilds and himself out. â Youâre a filthy disgrace to the Kingdom of Hyrule,â He spat out. â And if I find you anywhere near me or any of the other heroes, Iâll kill you.â
The slam of a door marked their exit, and the Hero of Time was left alone again.Â
The room was filled with a warm glow from the fading sunset, and all the small picture frames and knickknacks scattered about the place were highlighted in a beautiful orange - red. He would usually appreciate the breathtaking scene, happy that his cruel and demanding adventures had led him to living on a peaceful farm with his loving wife, but he couldnât this time, not with the knowledge that this field was stained with the blood of innocent soldiers and heroes long before and after him.
He messed up - he fucked up - and he didnât even bother to hide the small tears that dribbled down his face and onto the beautifully - quilted fabric. He worked so hard to keep the Kingdom of Hyrule at peace, and did his best to help those in need regardless of how demanding they were, but no amount of good deeds could ever bring back any of the people he mercilessly slaughtered. Who would he even blame for his actions? Hylia? The Fierce Deity? They were both deities that obviously didnât care what a Hylian said about them; they would just go on with their respective existences, not even batting an eye at the millions they had killed for the sake of getting what they wanted.
But Time wasnât like that: he was a person with feelings, limits, traumas, and regrets, and no matter how immune he thought he was to the problems of this world, he would always come tumbling back down from his high horse as soon as he couldnât take being the Hero of Time anymore. He had become arrogant, the years of saving people and being a beacon of hope finally getting to his head and allowing him to take the risk of letting the Fierce Deity have control over him, thinking that in some way, somehow, he could finally regain some resemblance of control and transform back into his usual self. He was beyond stupid to think that such a simple Hylian like him could take on an otherworldly god, and he was beyond stupid to think that his plan, no matter how well thought - out, could outsmart anyone that had existed for millennia. What a terrible decision that was, allowing something as powerful as a deity to keep him in the dark while it went on doing whatever it pleased. If only he could turn back time and - .
He stilled for a second before his head shot up in an instant. He was stumbling to his feet before he even knew it, and was eagerly making his way over to wear his item pouch resided on the dresser. His hand dug greedily into the bag like a hungry wolf, and he didnât stop until his fingers brushed against a familiar ceramic. The item came out with little resistance, and he couldnât help but stare as the sunâs rays bounced off his ocarinaâs blue shell.Â
He could do it: he could turn back time and prevent any of this from ever happening. The instrument was at his lips within milliseconds, his breath already ready to blow out the familiar tune, when a sudden thought came to mind:
What would happen to this timeline? Time knew for a fact that timelines donât just disappear, if Legendâs and Hyruleâs, Wildâs and Twilightâs, and Windâs eras were anything to go by, so what exactly would the Malon here be left with? Would the Link she knew just cease to exist? Or would a carbon copy of himself still exist with memories only the past him would know? And what about the other heroes? Would they go on in their travels with only four heroes instead of nine, significantly reducing their manpower and chances of success? And what if they failed to take care of the overarching threat? He could be leaving behind millions of distraught people to a dismal fate with no Hero of Time to blame.
But he couldnât remain here; not when Sky, Legend, Twilight, and Hyrule were so close to an untimely death, if not already dead. So he would go back in time, prevent the Fierce Deity from ever having any control over him, and make sure that no one died at his hand.
With his mind made up, he blew into the Ocarina of Time, and watched as the seconds ticked backwards.
Time jolted as he was thrown back into time, and anxiously looked at his surroundings: it looked like he was outside a small tavern ⌠yes, the one he and the Links had stumbled upon two days and 16 hours ago, and judging by the moonâs high position in the sky, it appears that this is the time they were about to leave. As if on cue, an irritated Legend groaned out,
âUgh, does he always do this? I swear, Cityboy is going to drink himself into a coma one day.â
Warriors, the person in question, directed a dramatic pointed look towards the former and slurred out, â Hey, Iâll go into a coma whenever I want to, thank you very much.â
A cheery Sky readjusted his grip on the captainâs arm and nervously laughed, â Itâs okay; Iâm sure heâs a responsible drinker and knows when heâs reached his limit.â But then added in a smaller voice, â But I donât think drinking this much in one sitting is a good idea.â
âNo, itâs fine! Iâve seen Wars drink a lot more than he did tonight! And the stuff they had here wasnât even that strong anyways.â Wind chimed in, and Four from beside him could only stare in exasperation at the unlabeled bottle hidden behind the sailorâs back.
Wild jogged to the group seconds after and asked, â Hey, are we gonna get going soon? Because Twi is rounding up all the dogs here again, and we donât want another incident like last time.â And as if to emphasize his point, he jabbed his thumb towards the direction where his mentor was busy playing with a large number of said canines.
Hyrule regarded his travelling companion with an empathetic smile as he answered back with, â Yeah, I think we were about to leave, right Time?â And when he looked to the groupâs leader, he asked in a more concerned tone, â ⌠Time?â
The Hero of Time didnât even realize he was staring at each one of them until a majority of them were staring back at him, each regarding him with a curious gaze. He quickly shook his thoughts away and said, â Yes, we should get going before morning comes.â
So the group began to trek forward towards the inn they would eventually settle into approximately an hour later, all the while bustling about each otherâs actions. Time smiled warmly at the groupâs antics, but quickly set his jaw in a show of determination. He had another chance to set things right, and goddesses - be - damned if he let this opportunity just slip away.
