Little details in Zelda and Link’s bedrooms in Skyward sword that I’m so normal about:
The little blue loftwing carving in Zelda’s room and the matching red loftwing, remlit, and unfinished loftwing carvings scattered around Link’s room
The tapestry, flower-print pillows and plushes in Zelda’s room are apparently made by her, because there’s a basket of yarn and half-finished knitting project on a shelf in her room
She also might have made link something, since there’s a little handmade red loftwing plush in his closet. Do they make each other gifts because that’s so fucking cute
The big portrait of Zelda with Gaepora in her bedroom. Coupled with the fact that she specifically says that she’s still her father’s daughter in the cutscene where she seals herself away as well as the big reunion they have at the end of the game it’s obvious that she and her father love each other so much
There are blue and red feathers pinned to the back of Link’s closet. The red feather is obviously from Link’s loftwing, and the blue one is similar in colour to Zelda’s blue loftwing
There’s a love letter on Zelda’s desk that matches a similar letter in Karane’s room. It’s worth noting that the two love letters look very similar. Maybe Zelda and Karane worked together on them.
The letter Karane has is obviously for Pipit considering the importance of love letters to their romance subplot (+ the drawing of pipit surrounded by hearts right next to the letter in Karane’s room). The love letter in Zelda’s room might be for Link
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I see requests are open my brain is drawing a blank for something to request other than something real old that I thought about when I first got into the linked Universe fandom basically a fear room I'm going to try and explain this the best of my ability think of the room as starting out sort of like a parallel world where everything that the individual ever wanted come true before it starts making amalgamations of their worst fears. Something that I thought would also be interesting is to have an insert reader something gets stuck in the fear room
Oh snap- fear room, fear room, fear room-
This is gonna get angsty. Let's go!!!
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You wouldn’t have known that the dungeon was as evil as it is when you first entered it. But little by little, it had been splitting your group up. The second you would have taken your eyes off of a member, they would have gone missing.
It didn’t take much. For some, it was merely turning a corner and when you got to the same corner they would have already disappeared.
You tried, my god you tried to stay together in the end. But as fate would have it, or perhaps this particular dungeon was alive and watching your every move, you ended up alone.
You kept quiet and tried to keep yourself as small as possible. What was more concerning was the lack of monsters as well. And it was quiet. Silent as the grave, if you will.
It was unnerving.
You were sure that you were in danger. You had do be. Something was waiting for you to take your eyes off of the way in front of you and jump you. Or it was waiting just around the next corner or it was lurking behind you.
This dungeon didn’t seem to have an end to it either. You were only walking in a straight line for the most, having foregone the idea of turning corners after losing four members to that fate.
“NOOOOO!!!!”
You jumped and screamed. It echoed through the halls. It was blood curdling and painful. Pure unadulterated agony.
It sounded like Wind. And close by.
You take off running toward the sound. He was the first to be lost to this magical maze. You had to find him again. “Wind!”
“ARYLL!!!” The voice cries out again.
“I’m sorry!” Another voice cries to your right. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I tried! I didn’t mean to fail you! I didn’t want this! If I could trade my life for yours-”
That’s Wild.
You freeze, the blood in your veins turning to ice. Wind sounds desperate. Wild sound broken. Wind is in front of you. Wild is to your left. You’ll have to choose.
“Zelda?” Sky whispers to your left. It sounds far away but impossibly close to your ear. “...Impa? ...Groose? Pipit? ...What? What happened? Oh god... the blood...There’s so much blood...I couldn’t have been late again...”
“You have to wake up.” Hyrule sobs from behind you. “I didn’t go through all of that just so this could happen again. Zelda please you promised! Ganon can’t come back like this! I can’t heal myself like this!!”
Your feet get stuck where you stand. You can’t pick a place to go. They all sound broken, horrified, guilty.
“LEAVE THEM ALONE!” Twilight bellows from even above you. “DON’T TOUCH THEM. GET AWAY FROM THEM!”
You have no idea what he’s screaming at but he doesn’t sound any better than the rest. He sounds just as desperate. You can feel the terror in each of their voices as they all witness things you have no access to.
You gulp and slowly fall to your knees. Your arms wrap around yourself and your eyes well up with tears as a thought dawns on you. You can’t help them. You can’t help everyone. You have to choose or let them all fall.
Their pain. Their wounds. Their agony. What have they seen that they don’t share? What are they going through that they don’t share?
The floor beneath you falls.
Your scream rips out of your throat before you can stop it. The air rushes past your ears, making the blood pound harder by default. the idea of hitting the ground only passes your mind once, before you begin to slow your decent.
A window passes before you. Your slow float downwards allows you see more of what’s inside. Inside there is a dim torch, just barely lighting a figure held up by their wrists in chains. The metal of their armor glitters in the light but what’s more striking is the familiar red and blue war paint being illuminated, glowing and the one empty white eye that stares back at you.
“I can’t do it.” Time says. You think he can see you but something tells you that he can’t. “I can’t hold him back. You have to run. You have to get out. All of you. I can’t. I can’t do this any more!”
Your fall speeds up again.
You soon pass by a passed out Four. You think you see the sword he carries just beyond his reach. But you’re falling to quickly to make heads or tails of it. In front of him was a statue of a girl but you’re already gone.
You hit the ground.
And survive.
As you try to gather your bearings, you can distantly hear the sounds of fighting. You want to run toward it but you’re afraid to move through the dungeon as it is.
It appears the dungeon is more animated that you thought. The tiles shift and you’re sent sliding through the corridor until you come to a small cliff.
Below, you can see Warrior fighting, the sounds of battle much more clearer now with the walls to stop the clanging of metal.
Warrior falls backwards and you jump to your feet. Now you can see the battle more clearly. He’s fighting all of the boys. He puts up a good fight but he’s not winning by any means.
You can see him pull his punches, begging with his eyes to stop this madness but he fights on. The others looks like the boys you’ve come to know to love but just behind their heads is a little black wisp of smoke.
You whine. you have to say something.
“Warrior get up!” You scream. “You can’t lose! They’re not real!”
He makes no inclination that he heard you.
The cliff actually falls from under you and you scream once more. You land on your side and something snaps.
You cry out again and fall when you try to put weight on it. You think you broke your arm.
Beside you, even if the battle wages on to your right, you can hear quiet sobs.
“I did it.” It says. “I killed them. I ruined it. It’s my fault. They’re gone forever.”
You have to crawl... but you eventually find Legend curled up in a ball. His hand are digging into his hair and his face is in between his knees.
“It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. Leave me alone!”
You jump back.
Legend stands suddenly, and you’re hit with the suddenly and terrifying fact that this Legend is not yours. His eyes are pitch black save for a single red light that flickers every now and then.
You scramble and try to use your bad arm only to fall on your back.
He sneers. “You did this.”
“W-what?” You gulp and try to move away still.
“You let us fall.” He spits.
You push yourself to your feet right as he takes out his sword.
“YOU LEFT US ALL TO DIE!”
You take off running.
Even if you were weary of taking corners before, if seems to be the only way to lose him as he begins to chase you. You try to add as many twists and turns as you can but he always seems to be breathing down your neck no matter how hard you try to get away.
You take a random turn and are blinded by the sun.
You trip and fall. Your arm is suddenly healed.
“There they are!”
“Help them up!”
“Get them away from the door!”
“Do we have any water?”
“It’s ok. We’re all ok.
“Oh thank goodness you’re alive!”
Multiple pairs of hands help you to your feet. You find yourself weak and startled and break down into sobbing, not able to hold yourself up by your own strength.
They pick you up, wrap you up in blankets despite the heat and stay by your side until you exhaust yourself from crying.
Dinner is quiet and everyone is a little more than a bit jumpy when night falls. You’re not really sure if what you heard was true. No one was willing to share what they went through once they were separated. They seem to have been handling it better than you were however.
Sleep is a fruitless endeavor. When you wake up, you can see that everyone congregated into one giant pile, yourself included with limbs and bodies tossed and tangled within one another.
You feel a bit better, if still disturbed. Maybe you’re going to be ok.
You dust yourself off and manage to slip away to start your morning routine. There’s anew scar on your arm- right where you’re sure that you broke it.
You look up and the dungeon entrance is in front of you again.
Chilled, scared and violently slapped by the malicious air that leaks out of it, you run back to the group.
Never again.
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