#its the yuga villager and i WANT her

[grooviestsadpapaya]

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The people of Hyrule have abandoned their peace and unity in exchange for luxury. In their divided state, monstrous forces grow more powerful in an attempt to resurrect their king, Demise. Three warriors who possess the blessing of the Goddesses form an alliance to prevent a brutal war.

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Pretty basic idea, but I think it’s fun 👍 Here is a more detailed description: (keep in mind this is probably going to change in the future) it’s cheesy so bear with me

Like I said, Hyrule is no longer a joint force. The Rito, Zora, Gerudo, Sheikah, Gorons, and Hylians no longer see each other on equal terms. While the Gorons manage to sustain neutrality, everyone excluding the People of Central Hyrule have fallen victim to immense poverty. Central Hyrule is walled off from the starvation and scarcity surrounding it: the people within its borders live very indulgent lifestyles and are unaware of the dire state of their neighbors. The Royal Hylian family has become corrupt and hellbent on perpetuating tradition, so much so that when their firstborn child had the mark of the Goddess on the back of their hand, they went to extreme lengths to uphold the family image.

Beyond the walls lies desolation. Zora’s Domain is flooded and riddled with disease, Gerudo Valley is a derelict shell of its former glory, and there is nothing left of Rito Village but ash. Despite this, the people of these nations found a way to pull through. They formed ramshackle sanctuaries and communities to accommodate the remaining survivors. Because of poverty and hunger unfortunately, violence among these communities is inevitable. Many youths are attempting to cultivate environments to put a stop to this disorder, mainly the Resistance and the Yiga Clan.

Demise’s army develops behind the scenes… or under the scenes I guess. Yeah, there are massive catacombs underneath Hyrule and they house the Twili People. The Twili are not monsters, nor are they even a part of Demise’s forces. In fact, they are forced to serve Demise against their will. (I’m gonna develop this more later, it’s a big fat WIP rn. The characters that will be the main antagonist forces will be Demise, Ghirahim, Zant, Vaati, and Yuga, all of which are exclusively tied to a region underneath Hyrule. Ghirahim is in the Lanayru region, Zant in the Eldin Region, Vaati in the Faron Region, Yuga in the Hebra region, and Demise in Central Hyrule. I’m tired lol)

ALRIGHT FOLKS TIME TO TALK ABOUT THE CHARACTERS WOOOO!! I’ll just explain some of their backstories bc I want to save their actual arcs and stuff for the comic. Keep in mind I am NOT a writer lmao

Shown are the three “warriors” who wield the blessings of the Goddesses Din, Nayru, and Farore (Power, Wisdom, and Courage respectively). We’ll talk about the very top one first because he’s my favorite <3

Bestir Ganondorf Rova ────⊱⁜⊰────

Bestir’s name was changed from Ganondorf to protect him. The Royal Hylian Family would kill him if they found out he was the first Gerudo Male to be born in more than a century. He was raised by twins Fyre and Aice Rova with his sister Nabooru (he calls her Nabbi). Nabooru was always far more outgoing and athletic than her brother, but Bestir had always had a way with words. He was cunning and knew how to make people do what he wanted. This duality would usually result in them playing tricks on the Hylian guards patrolling the area. They even became friends with some of the guards on duty. Eventually though, tragedy befell the Gerudo and him and his sister were left as orphans at the age of ten. He fled to the nearest settlement, hand-in-hand with Nabooru, and stumbled upon a tavern in the southern Hebra region named Telma’s Bar. The siblings were taken in by the tavern’s owner, Telma, who had also taken in various other strays. Among these strays were Remedy, Key, Shad, and Ashei, all of whom were left homeless after the destruction of Rito Village. After about a year, Bestir is visited by the Goddess of Power Din in a dream. If I go any further I will end up spoiling stuff so mehhh I’ll just move on to Sheik

TL;DR — The only sane one of the three and an orphan who maxed out his charisma stat.

Sheik Nexus Hyrule (prev. Zelda Nexus Hyrule) ────⊱⁜⊰────

Sheik was the firstborn child of the Queen of Hyrule and was born with the mark of the Goddess on the back of their left hand. This sent the Royal Family into a frenzy as the mark had not been seen among the people for centuries. However, contrary to what legends would usually suggest about the Goddesses Vessel, Sheik was born with jet black hair rather than a golden blonde. When the heir turned six, their parents made the decision to change that. They bleached the child’s hair on a monthly basis from then on out, presenting the change to the public as a miracle from the Goddess Hylia. Eventually their monthly bleaching ended up in disaster, burning the child’s face and leaving them with a permanent scar. Sheik had always been discontented with their home life, but this tipped them over the edge. They began to lash out and became angry. They packed a small bag with little to none of the basic items they needed to survive and left the castle. Their first night under the stars, away from their lavish life at the castle, they receive a dream from the Goddess of Wisdom Nayru.

TL;DR — A really really angsty teen with horrible familial trauma and anger problems.

Link ────⊱⁜⊰────

That’s it. That’s his name. He has no memory of who he was in a past life, all he knows is that he wasn’t always like… that. He is aware of what is wrong with him and why he looks the way he does, but his mental is a bit of an enigma, especially to him. He knows that he had been cursed; that there is something unwanted inside of him. A parasite. I really can’t say much more about his backstory because I don’t wanna spoil the comic, so I’ll just say that he hates his superiors, in particular Ghirahim and Yuga, and he is really romantically frustrated. He is a Shadow, which means he is basically a normal person who has become corrupted, or “Twilit”. Basically they have big evil tapeworms that make you really strong and scary (think how Darbus became Fyrus in TP). The Shadows are kind of a method Ghirahim uses to keep the Twili serfs in line. If the parasite is removed, the Host dies. Oh yeah, he also will not hesitate to fuck you up so bad you get turned into a headline. He gets visited by Farore, Goddess of Courage, bla bla, no one cares.

TL;DR — Ruthless murderer with a parasite, amnesia, and no bitches.

It’s kinda sad because Bestir is eleven and is literally babysitting two grown ass adults because they are both so unhinged and hate each other’s guts so much that nothing gets done.. just thought I’d put that out there. Luckily Telma helps him because she is a girlboss.

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If you are reading this tysm, like I said this is prone to changes so don’t get too attached to any certain part of my really rough outline of my story. Ily all and thank you for the support 💖 Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#finally made this post lol #I’ve been wanting to make one and haven’t gotten around to it #legend of zelda #zelda au #SOH au #shadow over hyrule #also redraw of the old one #I actually am in love with this one!! #well considering it took me almost 20 hours I kind of have to be lol #my art

[loruleanheart]

‘no longer hylian’ sounds like a cool name why do you want to cancel it?

It's just very heavy subject matter and due to little motivation or ideas. I wanted to write a very sad and/or disturbing backstory for Astor that goes all the way up to his death. Also Ghirahim and Yuga are spirits that act as his guides. I wrote a bit for chapter 1 and I've never been completely satisfied with what I wrote.

Here is what I have for the first chapter. It's probably full of errors. My tense is all over the place. (It's a WIP after all, but....I would really like to read some feedback.)

Content warnings: frank references to birth, baby abandonment, suicide.

“Everyone has struggles that go unseen by the world…” - Princess Zelda, Diary

No one in the kingdom of Hyrule would have asked what it was like to be him. No one is simply born evil.

Although he would come to worship the greatest evil the kingdom had ever known, no one would ever stop and question why. After all, he was not the first who would seek to resurrect an incarnation of Demon King. And he would not be the last. For almost every instance of Ganon’s revival throughout Hylian history, there was someone working in his shadow facilitating his resurrection.

But of the many souls that had sought to revive Ganon throughout the ages, the Prophet of Doom was, perhaps, the most tragic.

He lived and died, like so many others before him, only to be forgotten. No one will record his efforts to revive Calamity Ganon in the form of a legend. No one bothers. In Hyrule, there is only good and evil, no inbetween. At least that is what the legends would have one believe. Only heroes, princesses, and sages live on in legends—with the exception of the Demon King in his many incarnations. He will simply disappear from written history and over the course of one hundred years no one will remember him.

His place of birth, Deya Village, sits nestled in the Hills of Baumer. Rising higher are the Popla Foothills to the Southwest. There is only one path in or out of this humble fishing village, unless one would wish to traverse the steep hills surrounding the village

The lake is frozen on this frigid winter night. It is a miserable and difficult time of year for the inhabitants of Deya Village. When the hills are covered in a thick layer of snow, as they are now, the children slide down on whatever scraps they can find, assuming they can gather the courage to abide the steepness and trust that the ice will hold as they come to a stop on the thin ice.

It is in the early morning hours, with only the dim light of the full moon, that a woman shambles out of her home. She carries a bundle in her arms against her bosom and lurches through the village, seemingly aimlessly, snow crunching underfoot. Under her heavy cloak, her tender belly feels as though it were deflated Octo Balloon.

The bundle in her arms begins to cry a terrible and shrill, pitiful wail, and the woman presses the palm of her bloodied hand over its tiny mouth, fearing that the sound will rouse her neighbors from their contented and ignorant sleep.

“What have I brought upon Hyrule?” She says in a thin, shaking voice as she nears the village limits. As she does, she passes a small statue of the Goddess. The stone monument clasps its hands to its chest as if in prayer or adoration.

This woman, known in the village for her prophetic abilities, has already seen quite clearly what it is she has brought upon the world. She had seen horrific visions throughout her nine months carrying this child.

Sometimes he comes to her as a small boy grieving within inches of her face the most terrible shrieks of horror she has ever experienced. His screams are pinched and impart upon her a sense of hopelessness and loss so deep and so vast it frightens her. And as the dream child throws himself at her with these terrible wails, she can’t help but follow his lead in response, and she too screams, mirroring him until her vocal cords give out and she awakens with a start, breathing hard and covered in sweat, tears running down her cheeks as she tries to reorient herself.

In other visions, he is only a shrouded figure. The man carries a mysterious orb and has a sinister laugh that turns her stomach to rot.

“I fear not even the Goddess will look upon you. You are damned.” She hisses between clenched teeth, which only causes the newborn in her arms to cry louder. She recalls the young boy from her visions and feelings of pity threaten to consume her.

She has barely laid eyes on the newborn—but if she had, she would have seen they shared the same intense yellow eyes, and if she cleaned him she would see the soft down of baby hairs that match her medium brunette locks.

She hasn’t tended to the newborn as one would after birth, merely haphazardly wrapping him in a heavy blanket, though not out of care, but to conceal. The blanket is already sodden with blood and amniotic fluid leaking from the caul that the newborn’s body is still mostly encased in, with only his head freed—a veiled birth as other seer’s would have called it. Many would have said this was a good omen—an outward sign that not only was the child born with the gift of prophecy but that he would be set apart—that he would go on to become more than just any ordinary seer. And this was true—horribly true. For she knows the tiny child she holds in her arms will grow to bring destruction to Hyrule. Already she can sense a dark aura surrounding him.

She approaches a mound of refuse piled high and wide on the outskirts of the village. This is where the residents of Deya Village discard their trash and belongings that can’t be repurposed, sold, given away, or put to any other use.

She can’t find it within herself to end the life of this child in any direct manner—abomination to Hyrule he may be—this is still her own flesh and blood.

So she lays him down in the pile of refuse and other things left forgotten, deliberating morosely whether to redistribute the trash over him to squelch his crying and prevent his discovery .Did she truly wish for him to pass away from exposure to the elements? Could Hyrule be spared? Then the horrible realization dawns on her that Calamity Ganon would only latch onto someone else. Her efforts, either way, are in vain.

I will leave the child and leave the rest in the Goddess’s hands.

He may go on, if that is Hylia’s will… But I cannot…

She knows no other way to cope, though her face is tearless. There is no livable resolution for either of them. She already has the vague sense he will meet a terrible fate in infamy and at the hands of his Master, Calamity Ganon. And this is what haunts her the most. He will be nothing but a pawn.

“Hylia forgive me…”

She reaches into the deep pocket of her cloak bringing out a long, thick rope, which feels rough and prickly in the palm of her hand. She turns back to the pile momentarily, her gaze not quite focusing on the child. “And may She show you mercy…whatever your fate may be.”

She turns her sights to a thick and gnarled tree adjacent to the pile of debris.

From the pile, the shrouded infant cries in his discomfort.

I know that someone had to play this role, but…why… why did it have to be my child? Her face contorts into a horrible look of grief, and she is resolute that this will be the last time she feels this deep well of emotional agony.

She breathes out through her mouth heavily as she slowly, and hesitantly approaches the tree, rope in hand. Those hands stiffen from the cold. She can feel every bone in her hand as she manipulates the rope into a noose. A frigid gale rushes over her then. The newborn cries out sharply from the pile, perhaps experiencing the same harsh, unforgiving wind. She is unfazed and doesn’t pause her efforts. She is already deciding which branch to hang herself from.

The minutes pass and soon the only sound is the guttural rhythmic cry of the newborn. The one who brought him into the world is no more and he is alone.

The residents of Deya Village begin to arise as a new day begins.

Bonus:

“DON’T YOU GET IT, YOU SIMPERING FOOL?! IT’S BEEN THOUSANDS OF YEARS SINCE YOUR TIME AND YOUR PRINCESS IS LONG DEAD! LOOK AROUND YOU. SHE’S NOT HERE!””

Yuga says nothing, just states at Ghirahim blankly for an extended, painful beat. He finally turns and walks away. Astor can see the man’s shoulders quiver as he retreats. - This is Yuga and Ghirahim arguing while young Astor watches them bicker.

#ask