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ganymedesclock · 1 year

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This is not at all a theory for Tears of The Kingdom, because I don't think it's at all plausible, but I do think it would be very fun as a what-if.

So, canonical information (or logical conjecture)

In BotW, Guardian Lasers basically obliterate what they hit.

Link was struck in the chest originally.

Some combination of the original wound and the Shrine of Resurrection left some sort of scar on Link's torso that is not obvious to the player or casual onlooker, but Robbie knows to look for it.

Link seems to be, despite everything, stronger in some ways post-reanimation- he is able to parry Guardian Lasers, his inability to do so in the past took him out. (for the purposes of this post I will not respect Age of Calamity. neener neener you're noncanonical)

Heartbeat motifs are increasingly obvious, especially in the trailers for Tears Of The Kingdom, and Ganondorf's actual true body is being held down by a hand clamped around where his heart should be. Calamity Ganon's incubation sack resembles a heart conspicuously.

The shrine of resurrection and Calamity Ganon's incubation sack strongly resemble each other.

Link, and Calamity Ganon, reemerged at the same time.

Now, on that last point, the implicit causation is pretty clear to us that Zelda held on as long as she possibly could while Link healed in suspension, and when her power weakened, with ClamGan surging, she had to wake Link up early, implicitly resulting in things like his disoriented memory and physical weakness. Because of our POV being limited to Link, we don't fully get that though; we can only observe Calamity Ganon active and dangerous after Link has been woken up. Others mention, IIRC, that things have been getting more dangerous for a while, but we don't know if what they saw is the same as what we are seeing now.

I propose a hypothesis:

What if the Shrine of Resurrection gave Link a heart transplant? It would likely be the heart and lungs that were the most damaged. But of course, it'd seem odd this shrine just, has a viable heart ready to go when it's an ancient thing not used in a long time.

Unless the Sheikah tech system stored throughout the land happened to have a heart that it had removed from someone, that would survive outside of its host?

Or to be more direct: What if the entire time in BotW, Link is running around with Ganondorf's heart inside his chest and he doesn't know, because the only external indication is a heart surgery scar from technology that almost nobody else in the setting would know to look for?

#Legend of Zelda #Breath of the Wild #Tears of the Kingdom #one of my favorite hobbies is turning Zelda into a horror game #'but Clockie why wouldn't he stop Link from destroying ClamGan'#Clammy served its purpose. it was locked in a stalemate with Zelda and the extent he could do with it was limited #it seemed less and less likely it could dig up his actual body #at this point we don't know WHAT motivates Link and Zelda to go looking around caves for what turns out to be Ganondorf's revenant body #hell. the last thing we're told in the original JP about dark beast Ganon- the closest to a 'true' incarnation of Ganondorf himself in BotW #is that he /will not give up on being resurrected/#so yes I am proposing in this hypothetical Ganondorf is playing 5D speed chess with Link as his 'true'/strongest Blight #what's the best pawn? one that doesn't know it's a pawn and your enemies waste their turns playing it for you

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summertimemusician · 7 months

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Linktober Shadow Day 6

Shadow Beast

The Twilight Princess fan in me really came out on this one huh? I blame the sleep deprivation. We never quite addressed the effects of the Twili Magic on Twilight and how it's only sheer force of will and the fact he's so darn kind, Midna's influence and Time teaching him the Song of Healing first being the main factor in making sure he doesn't fall huh? Even more so than the One Cutscene. We also need to talk more about the fact we technically kill Midna's people and how by the end of it all Twi is so changed by the Twilight Realm who's it's own can of worms that, much like Time he can't quite go home as himself me thinks, as a treat to myself

Mostly Twilight x Reader, this goes out to all of the folks who never quite recovered from Twilight Princess and the fact we never got that sequel (I mean it gave us BOTW and TOTK and Wild, but at what cost?), but can be read as Link x Reader either on the platonic or romantic.

Don't think there's any warning this time but might edit later if needed.

Actually yeah there is one warning

TW:

References to body horror typical to Twilight Princess, though I recommend not reading it I'd you're squeamish period.

Even after so long, you and Twilight could still remember the beauty and solemnity of the Twilight Realm, with it’s zircon skies with clouds of trapped fire and rains of viper obsidian.

The silence of the infection upon the realm of light broken only by the echoes of the howling elegy of the Twili and Interlopers who came before creeping over the land like rot and wither over flowers, the lament of the lost spirits of the people and animals of Hyrule falling over your spirit like a shroud, a shared hymm from two worlds reality had been twisted, only both of it’s princess, one filled the luster of empyreal sorrow in her mind and one with the scorch abyssal fury in her heart knowing to see the reflective tragedy befallen to their people. With Link as the one who restored the memory of what once was in both worlds as divinity and calamity sang in his bones and you a witness to the restoration of harmony to the discordant symphony, the two different songs of light and shadow refusing to let go of either of you in an eternal duet.

(Once touched by magic, it shall never leave the one if holds onto Twilight may have been the one with the Beast in his soul, with the howl of a wolf, the bite of shades in his veins and the lament of innocents taking precedence over anything purely because he learned how to silence the whispers of the one’s who made a grab for heaven’s throat and we’re pushed in the cracks of reality for their prideful vánitas even as he could taste it in the back of his tongue, twining around his ribs and overgrowing into his shattered mirror heart like vines, flowering with the divinity and eternal nature of the Hero’s Spirit, already having the hunt of the Fierce Deity in it’s veins and the remains of cursed divinity welcoming the new aspect merrily so he could bear it. The song of the innocent wrongly punished among the sinners rang into your mind, scratched at your skin and dug it’s claws around your throat, chocking you with sorrow and regret, more willing to leave gouges than to let go of someone’s who’s looked into the reverse side of the sacred realm and wept with grief for it’s people and the curse of it’s beauty.

It would never leave you, Link or Zelda, who learned who love the darkness the way Midna did, madness and unsightly delight and all.)

While the people of Hyrule merely became trapped as observers at best, if they were lucky, Midna’s raging grief and resentment quickly became obvious, once she revealed that rotten Zant had done to her and her people, twisted into a new form, distorted in body and trapped in mind like the animals and beasts of Hyrule, their pain driving them in becoming feral attack hounds for the usurper, their howling screams as much sorrow, wailing in an attempt to let their agonized, tortured souls to escape from it’s mouth, a futile attempt to flee from the strain of reality forgetting their true form in favor of Zant’s twisted design, of being used as sentient canvases for cruelty and ruthlessness, of their will being stepped over in favor of corrupting recreation.

Of how it only didn’t quaff down at Midna’s mind because of the nature of her ephemerality, fully beloved by the Realm of Darkness, of how she loathed him for it and wouldn’t wish her fate of that of her people’s on any living or dead soul, once she came to love the Realm of Light through Zelda’s sacrifice.

Which was why, when you saw three of the victims of the telltale twisting from darkness utilized with the intent to drive one insane, a familiar looking plate of stone engraved on the remains of ashes from their identity, the curling of distorted, solid darkness making crooked mishapen manes, bent out of shape from their too long torso and long, long arms adorned with twitching, deformed claws, you feel very justified in way your blood froze, holding onto Wild’s arms and yanking with all you had so his shot will miss, his yelp of surprise swallowed by the bone cracking, blood curdling screech from one of the beasts as a Skyward Strike grazed it’s petrified flesh.

You feel something warm drip down your ears, taste the promise of violence and the cry of lost souls on the back of your tongue and swallow it down as the memory of the Twilight Realm attempted to bite and crack your ribcage to quaff down your heart, to devour it bones and all, calling out in desperation, “Don’t! That’s a person!”

Sky freezes, as still as a statue, Legend curses the heavens crimson in a way you are so glad Wind isn’t around to hear as he retreats Twilight snarls, the wolf in him revolted and disgusted, you wonder if the Twilight is singing in his mind too as he restrains himself from reaching for the crystal as nails just a tad too sharp invite droplets of blood to one hand, grimm as a graveyard “We need to get them together anyway, felling just one won’t be enough.”

You grimace, releasing Wild, keeping your eye on the Shadow Beasts and another on your group, pointedly not mentioning the twitch in Four, amethyst clouding his gaze and the prism of his eyes turning gray with memories you and Twilight both knew all too well, of the grimace in Time’s otherwise stony countenance, you’d wished to avoid bloodshed of whoever was turned against their will, but you and Twilight both knew that might not be possible, death, unfortunately, might be the greatest mercy you can grant these poor souls.

(The Twilight is harmonizing in your ears, jeering, you feel the Interlopers insanity and the Twili’s lament on your teeth. As lovely as it could be cruel, the merry feeling upon meeting, the sorrow at a parting.

If you ever see the Shadow, you might just try indulging the echo by offering it’s blood as tribute. You'd make it hurt. The fact it learned the spell used to deform reality in such a way was cruel and vile.)

“Legend, how is your magic?” shoots Warriors, analyzing, calculating, it snaps the purple back into Four’s gaze, brings his mind back to focus as he reaches into his inventory for his Moon Pearl, Twilight is circling the beasts with single minded purpose, herding them together and prowling as he would as a wolf, Wild thankfully listened to your warning and had switched from the more destructive Flame and Lightning Arrows to ice ones. It doesn’t contain them for long but it gives a few precious seconds to strategize.

Legend catches on, switching to the Ice Rod on one hand and grasping his own Moon Pearl with the other, Sky has another Skyward Strike ready, but doesn’t release it, you switch from your sword to accepting a Magic Rod tossed at you from Wild, “Good enough.”

You breath in shakily, the symphony of the Twilight Realm has quieted, more lament than anthem as it’s Hero steps back, returning to your side, he nods grimly, “... Then, let’s end this quickly.”

You know your will boys will do their best to heal them, and failing that, you hope that they’ll hear the requiem of the Twili rather than the lament once they’re at peace, that they'll find some form of threnody.

It is a horrible thing, to be forced to die as a beast.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe twilight x reader #We really need to talk more about how the Twilight Realm sticks with Twilight and how it's magic never really leaves him #Heck I also want to know what it was like learning to turn into a wolf on his own. I bet that it was quite the process #friendly reminder that Time Twilight Midna and her people can all shake hands over identity and technical body horror #And how the Twilight Realm also likely has it's form of sentience due to the duality of both people like the Interlopers and the Twili #Something something how the difference between light magic dark magic is more about how willing much each reality changes you #and how Twilight more than anything and anyone who was with him on his journey would embody that fine line #Also the conflict between not wanting to kill the people that remind you of your old friend and the echoes all you have left of her realm #and knowing that their fate is so darn awful that death is a mercy #The reason Reader sees the Twilight as they do is because the dark magic latched onto them via association and Twilight's fondness #Maybe I'll elaborate on that later idk lol #Also the reason Dark Link knows the curse Zant used is both because of his nature and a reference to the TP Manga if you know you know #Hero's Shade mauls Zant in it. It's arguably the best thing in any manga I am begging any people who like Twilight and TP to go read it #summer writes linktober shadow 2023 #summer writes #I could go on an entire essay about the relationship between the Realm of Darkness in each game and the Realm of Light and magic in loz #but I doubt anyone would want to hear about it lol

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dead-pidove-do-not-eat · 5 days

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I’m so sick of that pop psychology myth about your brain being fully developed at 25. Your brain is constantly adapting, changing and developing different skills. If you’re neurodivergent your brain develops slower than a neurotypical persons. That’s not a valid excuse to infantilize and take away bodily autonomy from literal adults.

#I’ve seen this myth be weaponized twice this week #I’m done #honestly #regardless or not if you’re done developing #by the age of 18 you’re able to make informed decisions about your body and health #that’s it #end of fucking story #you’re old enough to take responsibility for your actions #stop propagating this myth #do stupid shut you may or may not regret #how will you know you regretted it?#and make friends with people who aren’t your age #you’ll see that everyone is winging it #hoping for the best #and don’t have a clue what the fucks going on #you’re not as clueless as you think you are #and you’re not alone if you do fuck up

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thatonebirdwrites · 3 months

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Holy shit was this chapter hard to write. So many moving pieces. Also, upping the stakes appropriately.

I feel bad for what I'm putting Lena through. She's gonna need so many cuddles from Kara after all this.

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EXCERPT:

Lena pictures boxes. Or Crystals. Objects to contain emotions and energy. Except even boxes that hold energy — potential wells as they are called in quantum mechanics — fail to contain. Particles still leak through the barriers, that quantum tunneling effect, which means energy too leaks out. Matter and energy are sides of the same coin really.

These are facts Lena knows by heart. One of her degrees dealt with quantum mechanics, specifically quantum computing.

Yet knowing facts does not stop the problem that she currently leaks energy. Her so-called ‘magic’ tunneling out of her boxes. It rattles windows, shakes the ground, and Lena needs control.

It doesn’t help that her Uncail Fionn stands in front of her, the memory of his binding seared back into her brain. It’s taking most of her concentration to not lash out further at him. “I need you,” she points to him, “to make a list of what we need for this expedition. We must reach the forge before the full moon tonight. Understood?”

The tables rock back and forth around them, which makes her words perhaps a bit more ominous than she meant.

Fionn nods. “Not much but food and hiking gear needed.”

She can see the fear in his tight expression, the way he has his own magic curling around his hand. Narrowing her eyes, she takes a step closer. He jerks backward. “If you dare to use magic on me again, Uncail Fionn,” she spits out his name, “I will make you regret it, understand?”

Her fury knocks over the nearby table and one of the windows cracks.

Fionn nods, his hand clenches into a fist, and his silver magic fades. “Don’t eat the head off me,” he says, a shake in his voice. “I’m agreeing to help. I want to make sure yuh survive this, okay?”

Lena smiles humorlessly. “I’m simply making sure we have an understanding.”

Fionn lets out a heavy sigh. “Control, Lena. To find the forge, yuh need control.”

How absolutely infuriating. She knows that. But looking at Fionn has her anger flaring with a vengeance, which in turn somehow impacts her energy and that causes damage to the environment. All around them, the tables and chairs are knocked over and there are hairline cracks in the windows. If this is part of the gift the Morrigan gave her, it is incredibly unsettling, but Lena cannot afford to let anyone see that. She has to stay strong and confident, especially in front of her uncail. She finds using the Irish term for the word helps keep her distance from him.

“We definitely need lots of snacks,” Kara says, her eyes locked on Lena. “Nia, can you and Fionn cover that? I saw so many good ones at the ordering counter. Lena and I will meet you in the parking lot.”

“Sure thing.” Nia gives a mock salute. “Hey Irish dude. Ready?”

#supercorp #irish lena luthor #pov lena luthor #lena luthor #kara zor el #kara danvers #kara x lena #nia nal #supergirl cw #cw supergirl #supergirl #magic!lena #Ramping up stakes is such a delicate business #Always cleanse your body and environment before you do magic folks!#Kara and Nia are the best wingwoman but they also have no idea what's going on for most of this and that's okay #They got Lena's back no matter what

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southernmermaidsgrotto · 1 year

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I also want to point out, if you’re a latine out of Latin america, seeking reconnection to your roots, or even if you’re still here but want to deepen ties to your ancestors, culture, etc. Brujería is a cultural practice, and it isn’t the only one. Culture can be folk magic, but it can also be playing instruments, dancing, writing, singing, stories and myths, and much more. If you want to reconnect, brujería isn’t the only route and it definitely shouldn’t be the only path you take to get closer to your folks. You should be walking all these at the same time, at different levels sure, because maybe history interests you more than music, or you have a gift for singing and not dancing, but you should be aware and connected to it all, not just the magic.

Because then you aren’t in for reconnecting, you’re in for “oo shiny that makes me different and gives me power” and that’s not reconnection. That’s ego.

Reconnecting involves community and Elders. Eventually, and through the elders in your community, you’ll find out what role you’re meant to fulfill in your community. We all have one. The Healer and the Witch are just as important as the Doctor, the Lawyer, the Musician, the Storyteller, the Historian, the Scientist, etc. Maybe you have more than one gift. Maybe none of those gifts has to do with magic. Maybe your gift isn’t conjuring spirits, but it’s playing violin, or piano, or dancing, or writing, or practicing the law and defending the innocent, or tending the land and protecting ancestral agriculture techniques, every gift isn’t about witchcraft and it doesn’t have to be magic to be magical.

#brujería #brujeria #reconnection #reconnecting #if you're like me you'll be scavenging old texts from the library while drinking mate and listening to chacareras #but that's because i love mate and chacareras #my best advice:#if you want to do what your dead folks did #let them sit in your body for a while #whatever that means to you #gifts #curanderismo #curandera

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