Rediscovered my ‘Worst Kind of Horse Girl’ BOTW OC from 2017. Her name is Heiyu and her perfectly OOC lynel husband is Foofy Flufferson.
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I drew Bongo Bongo from OoT for my school art work
For context we’re studying telling stories so essentially you can just take any game or book artwork and research the artist behind it
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Who wore it better?
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05 .. on the road
Robbie places a hand to a strange machine on the tabletop, flicking up his goggles to stare at Saki. “Now, you are an enigma.“
[[MORE]]There’s a bird here.
Well, okay, that’s sort of a dumb thing to say. They’re outside. There’s birds everywhere. What Impa means is that there is a Rito here, who has just shot the rogue Guardian in the eyeball and saved the Princess’ life.
The diminuitive Guardian who is not rogue is beeping its little head off, running circles around the Rito like it knows her. She’s just watching it run, another blue-tipped arrow nocked like she thinks it might attack next.
“Thank you,” the Princess says, clinging to the Sheikah Slate like a lifeline. Her guards have all proven themselves useless. Impa’s going to stab all of them, and then herself, because she has also proven herself useless.
The pink Rito blinks once, like she’s just as confused, and bows politely. “Happy to help, your Highness,” she murmurs, shouldering her bow. She looks at them with familiarity in her eyes.
“Wow, Mama! That was awesome!!”
Okay, Impa stands corrected, there are two birds here. This one has a bow, too, but it’s about as tall as he is and she can’t see any arrows.
“Tulin!” The pink Rito scoops him up, smoothing a wing over his feathers. The fledgeling just giggles. “You are just like your father,” she says, scolding and also fond, “charging off like that!”
“Miss Lady Zelda needed help.”
“I—” she glances over at them, very obviously trying to keep her expression reigned in, “I know that, Tulin, but you cannot just—” She clicks her beak and presses her head to the fledgeling’s, sighing. She turns back to Impa and the Princess (and Link). “Please, forgive me. My son saw you, and…”
“We’re grateful for the aid,” Zelda says gently. The Rito certain seem to recognize them, but Impa can tell from the look on the Princess’ face that she doesn’t know them at all. A quick glance around at the guardsmen reveals that nobody seems to know her.
The little Rito (Tulin?) looks directly at her, beaming. “Hi, miss Paya!” Impa can’t quite contain her face, but the kid either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. “Hi, miss Zelda! Hi, mister!”
“Tulin,” the pink Rito murmurs. She seems to have caught on to the fact that they don’t know her; she looks around once more in earnest, expression twisting. “I… apologize. My name is Saki.” The little Guardian scrambles around her legs, whistling like a broken tea kettle. The Sheikah Slate chimes.
Zelda turns to show it to Impa immediately. It’s lit up with a picture— based on all the frogs with red glasses, it must have been taken in the Ancient Lab. Impa doesn’t recognize most of the faces, but they’re all smiling.
A red Zora laughing, leaning on a nervous-looking Goron with a young Gerudo on his shoulders. Tulin is in the wings of an unfamiliar Rito, with Saki standing next to them. (Probably Tulin’s dad, based on the feathers.) Only Tulin’s dad seems to be aware that the picture is being taken at all; he’s looking at the camera with soft eyes. On his back is—
No. No way. The ornate sheath, the purple hilt, the green ribbon on the guard— that’s the Master Sword. That’s the sword of legend! One look at Zelda reveals she’s noticed the same thing.
The Princess speaks finally, stepping forward. “If you wouldn’t mind,” she starts, hesitant, “I think it would be wise for you both to accompany us to our destination.”
Tulin cheers, giggling about adventure. Saki glances at him, looks at the Hylians (and Sheikah), and nods. “We would be honored.”
…
“Are you having fun, Miss Paya?”
“My name is Impa.”
Tulin looks at her with wide eyes. “Why?”
…
In the Ancient Lab (strangely not in Hateno), Saki does her best to politely stay out of the way. Tulin immediately busies himself chatting away to Link about bows— the young knight doesn’t seem very talkative, but he does look almost interested.
“This is technology the likes of which I’ve never laid eyes on!” Robbie practically throws the little Guardian in his excitement. He does a fancy little spin. Saki had never personally met him, but so far he’s lined up with everything Teba has told her. “Which means we’ve got ourselves a brand new, never-before-witnessed Guardian model!” He… strikes a pose. Saki can… respect… his passion? “This here doohickey is loaded with data! Information we can’t even fathom!”
Impa looks unamused. The Princess is forcing a polite smile.
“Aw yeah, check it!” Purah struts into the room with the Sheikah Slate in her hand. Tulin tries to mimic the gesture she makes. “I extracted more visual data from the Guardian’s memory.” She hesitates, working her jaw before she continues, “I’ve found dozens of pictures, but, well…” Purah hands the Slate to Zelda.
Saki can’t see the images from where she’s standing, but she can see the growing distress on the Princess’ face.
“Is that…”
“No doubt about it— Hyrule Castle after Calamity Ganon has been revived.”
Zelda stares down at the pictures with watery eyes. “If I don’t succeed… at sealing the Calamity…” All at once— before Saki can interrupt— her expression hardens. “Never. This will not come to pass.” She passes the Sheikah Slate to her aide, blinking away tears.
Robbie places a hand to a strange machine on the tabletop, flicking up his goggles to stare at Saki. “Now, you are an enigma. Suddenly appearing out of thin air with an arrow made out of ancient technology— it is a mystery.” The little Guardian slaps at his hand, whistling. “Ow— hey! I’m doing a thing here!”
It claps a claw around the device— it lights up, blue lines streaking out from the Guardian’s touch. A lens on the front of it casts a projection against the wall. It’s… well. It’s her favorite of the many pictures the Slate had taken; Purah had taken it without anyone (but Teba) knowing, so they’re all smiling and laughing without a hint of facade.
“Hey, I remember that!” Tulin chirps, pointing to himself. “It was right after Dad fought the big scary purple monster! Everyone was so happy!”
Without looking away, Impa tilts her head to Purah. “This is that picture I mentioned.”
“I see that,” Purah responds, equally engrossed. She puts on her glasses long enough to read something, and then pulls them off and uses them to gesture. “That’s a date, right? This picture is dated… a century into the future. That’s way after the Calamity pictures the little Guardian was carrying.”
She turns to Saki slowly, a spark in her eyes. “You’re from the future.”
“It… would seem so.”
“Not only did this strange Guardian come from this ‘time of ruin’…” Robbie does a thing with his hip that Saki cannot (and does not want to) explain. “…but it also reached further ahead into time to bring others along. A true marvel of technology!”
Saki furrows her brows at the little construct. It whistles at her and tilts its head. She finally decides to just outright ask; “Why Tulin and I? Why not bring Teba?”
The projection shifts to a highly-detailed map of Hyrule, the same as the one on the Sheikah Slate. A yellow marker appears, dead in the center of the Zora’s Domain. She’d seen the markers before— they pointed out important things, places that Teba needed to go. Objectives.
“You did,” Saki whispers. It chimes approvingly.
With a twitch of its claws, it shows off more pictures. It flickers through them too fast to really look at— one of Sidon (and is that a lynel??), one of Riju (her sand seal sleeping beside her), and one of Yunobo (with several rock roasts stacked on his head). When the projection becomes the map once more, there’s three more markers; one for each corner of Hyrule.
Not only did the little Guardian call for Teba and her— it also called for the Champions’ descendants. Saki stares at the screen, impressed.
A line of text appears at the bottom. HEROES FROM TIMES AFTER RUIN.
Impa curses under her breath. “There’s more of you.”
“It would seem so,” Purah hums. She draws a pen from her hair and a notepad from her coat, scribbling something.
Saki furrows her brow. Gently, she introjects, “Heroes?”
Maybe it’s foolish to argue semantics with a Guardian. She certainly won’t deny that the others of her era were heroic, brave and kind and strong, but. Well, it’s a particular word.
A small illustration of what must be the Master Sword underlines the text. The little Guardian releases the machine to dispel the projection and trots away like it has explained everything. Saki is infinitely more confused, and a quick glance around reveals it’s a shared sentiment.
“I’m gonna throw ,” Impa whispers, hands coming up to cover her face. “That doesn’t make any sense!”
“Apparently it’s done being interviewed,” Purah huffs, nudging the little Guardian with a sandal. It beeps indignantly. She goes back to writing, unbothered. “This works out. You have to meet the possible pilots for the Divine Beasts anyway, don’t you?” She doesn’t look up or pause to get a response. “You can meet up with them as you go— maybe you can figure out what’s up with them.”
The Princess shares a look with her aide. “Right.”
“If I may— Saki, right?— I’d like it if you stayed here. I have many, many more questions than the Princess has time to wait for.” The scientist points at her with the end of her pen. “And I suspect I will get more sensible answers out of you than your son.” Purah turns with a flourish. “Impa, Knight-boy, I imagine you two will be sticking with Her Highness?”
“Don’t call him Knight-boy,” Impa huffs.
“Good. I expect everyone to reconvene here when you’ve established connections with the pilots. Alright, go!” She smiles, raising a hand to flash a sign over her eye. “Check it!”
The little Guardian leads the Princess out, whistling all the while.
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We will be having a daily poll as to projects we should fund. If you would like to be funded, please submit a request, and we will put it in the next poll.
Today’s options for funding are:
Rebuilding the Kolomo Garrison Ruins: This will be rebuilding one of our historic ruins, which will allow our Hyrule Warriors to use them again.
Alternate Teleportation System Research: There have been various complaints and concerns about the current teleportation system of disintegration, so this money will go towards research of making an alternate system of teleportation. Beth Unico is one of the leading researchers on this project, so if you have any questions, you should ask him. @beth-unico-offical
Skyview Tower Maintenance: This will repair the Skyview Towers and keep them functional for our maps.
The High Temporal Guard: The Parliament has decided that Time magic is the most powerful, and ergo most dangerous, type of magic. Because of this, the High Temporal Guard is being formed, where Time magic users will be trained and deployed across Hyrule to deal with various threats. They will also be used as a private protection service.
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Do you guys think he really remembered her here when he got this memory? Bc this is usually one of the first I get for some reason and I’ve always wondered
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03 .. golden girl
Goddesses above, he’s just been saved by a little girl.
[[MORE]]Revali hits the ground hard, ice spiking up his wing. The wizzrobe has the gall to laugh at him. His company will have made it back to the village by now— the only good thing about separating from them. He scowls at the crowd of monsters.
Curse this damned Hylian! Curse these moblins and lizalfos and curse these wizzrobes!
A moblin raises its club. And most of all, curse that damn evil egg robot.
Lightning strikes before the moblin does. There’s a snap, a sharp crack of thunder, and someone standing in front of him. The moblin falls. The monsters are stunned— his savior is not, surging forward with sharp silver arcs. Red hair whips in the wind; a golden crown glistens on her head.
Revali isn’t even given the chance to recollect himself and help out— in a few short sparky seconds, the monsters are fleeing.
His savior turns to look at him. The little (very very little) Gerudo drops to his side in an instant, wrapping his wing before he can even think of protesting. In all Revali’s dazedness, the first words out of his beak are, “How old are you?”
She doesn’t answer. Her hand vanishes somewhere at her hip, and comes back with a pink bottle— a fairy tonic. She uncorks it before she gives it to him, and he can’t decide whether he’s grateful or offended. He can’t decide a lot of things right now. That’s the concussion’s fault.
“Can you stand?” Her voice is gentle but urgent, already looping an arm around his shoulders to help him up. He can, well enough; he starts walking toward the village so he can face away from her.
“I appreciate your aid,” Revali says, sharp and clipped, “unnecessary though it may have been.”
The little Gerudo hums in both acknowledgement and disbelief. Despite the difference in stride, she catches up to him seemingly-effortlessly. “We’re returning to the village, yes?”
Revali glares at her sideways. “No, I was thinking we would just stay in the snow,” he snarks, snapping his beak. She gives him a scathing look, but says nothing.
The two of them walk in silence for a long while, surrounded by snow. She’s geared for the weather, wrapped in a too-big Snowquill set. Under the guise of glaring at her, Revali studies her. Her hair is cut short, wild curls around her chin; two twin braids wrap her ears. She hardly reaches his chest. Goddesses above, he’s just been rescued by a child.
She’s definitely aware of his glare. After a long moment, she finally meets his eye. “My name is Riju. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Revali,” he huffs, “warrior of the Rito.” He scowls off at nothing for a long few seconds. “You… why did you help me?”
The little girl stares at him like the answer should be obvious. “You needed help.”
Like it’s nothing. Like she’d helped him pick berries or write a letter, instead of throwing herself between him and a blade. Revali can’t tell if he likes her or very much does not.
“How did you even get out here?”
“Ah. I’m, um… not sure.” Riju doesn’t look at him. He decides he very much does not. “I just… saw you. I’m afraid I don’t have a better explanation than that.”
“You saw me. From where?”
“It would upset you more if I told you,” she hums. She glances off at something— south, maybe southwest. Her voice wavers— it almost feels like it’s about more than just the distance.
As quick as the emotion comes, it’s gone, smothered as she draws her mouth back into a line. “But that can wait. For now, let’s focus on getting somewhere safe and warm.”
The moment they reach the village, Revali is swept forward by healers. The little girl keeps up surprisingly well, ignoring all the strange looks she’s getting.
He has no great injuries. His wing (the healer commends his skill in tending to it; he says nothing) will heal fine. At worst, he’s grounded for a week. If Riju hadn’t been there—
He scowls.
…
Riju is, admittedly, only half-listening to the healer’s words about Revali’s wing. The Champion could handle himself, certainly. She’s busy thinking about everything that lead up to this moment.
A strange whirlpool and a familiar melody, and suddenly she’d been standing in front of the Champion Revali. She’d saved his life, somehow, even though he shouldn’t have been needing saving from wizzrobes and moblins. If it had been Windblight— well, maybe then she could attribute it to the same strange magic that had let her see Link’s past, or the magic of the Ballads. No, instead she was just— here. And everything was different.
“Riju,” Revali says, shaking her from her thoughts. He tilts his head to look at her sideways. Begrudgingly, he asks, “Are you hurt?”
“Not majorly,” she responds automatically. She’s not actually sure, now that she thinks about it. She’s a little sore, but that’s hardly unusual. Oh well. She could drink an elixr later if she needed it. Politely, she nods, “Thank you, though.”
The healer says something in quiet Ritoan to Revali. She ignores it— she’s no stranger to odd looks and sideways words when she shows up and starts kicking ass. It’s annoying, but, well… she is quite young. If there was somebody else her age running around fighting molduga, she would also be concerned.
“You,” Revali starts— he opens his beak, closes it, opens it again, like he’s not sure how to continue— “should be getting home.”
“I imagine your parents are worried,” the healer murmurs, in response to the face she makes. She, of course, only makes more of a face.
“You’ll be escorted, obviously,” the Champion continues. He waves a wing dismissively. “I would do it myself if I could. I owe you that much.”
Well. She probably shouldn’t stay in the village, anyway. If Revali had needed assistance, it was possible that the other Champions needed her, too. But an escort would only get in the way.
Revali’s definitely not going to let her leave alone. But… it’s getting dark, and the blizzard shows no sign of letting up— there’s no sense in sending more Rito to be lost in the snow. An escort would only get in the way, especially if her Slate would still let her warp.
“If it isn’t trouble,” she says carefully, “I think it would be in everyone’s best interest if I remained here for the night.”
“I suppose you’re right,” the Champion hums. He nods, gesturing toward the inn. “Make yourself at home.”
Riju nods politely. When the village wakes in the morning, she will be gone.
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02 .. seeing red
What the heck is a fish doing on Death Mountain?
[[MORE]]Flanked by tali! Daruk curses, rolling too-sharp out of the way. His Protection shatters as one of them attempts to crush him underhand— he’s sent flying, boulder breaker skittering away. His shell cracks on the hard rock. The other talus stands ominously above him.
He scowls. The magmatic monster rears back its ugly fist—
—and is swatted back with a spearpoint of ice. Even the tali seem shocked as the spear darts back and forth from beast to beast. Right up until it explodes.
The stranger seems unphased by the shattering, stepping backward. Daruk shakes himself out and finally stands— he’s in no condition to be fighting, but he can’t just lay there— and watches as the stranger picks up the boulder breaker. Daruk blinks. Even other Gorons had trouble with it sometimes, and yet this little guy just scoops it up and keeps swinging! In a quick few blows, the other talus falls.
“Great Daruk,” the savior says, holding out his weapon. He’s a Zora. What the hell is a fish doing on Death Mountain? He’s not even particularly out of breath— and based on the cloak around his shoulders, he isn’t overheating or anything. Who is this guy? “Are you alright?”
“Uh,” Daruk says dumbly, blinking, “Yeah, thanks to you.” He takes the boulder breaker and leans on it in a way he hopes looks casual and doesn’t immediately prove him wrong. The Zora looks unconvinced.
“My name is Sidon,” he murmurs. He lays a hand to a slab of metal on his hip and— pulls— a sword out of it? Okay. Sure! “Forgive me,” he says, like he has done anything wrong at all during this entire interaction. At Daruk’s incredulous look, he continues, “For borrowing your weapon.”
“Are you kiddin’?!” Daruk slaps Sidon on the back (sending him staggering forward). “That was incredible, brother! There’s nothin’ to forgive!”
Sidon glances away (seemingly to not have to aknowledge the compliment). He scans the horizon— his troubled gaze lands on the Southern Mine. Daruk curses lowly; they’re still under attack. “I gotta get down there.”
“Absolutely not,” the Zora responds. “You’re injured. Your allies will be here shortly— please, stay with them.”
Daruk’s mane bristles; he recollects himself, because, well, the kid has a point. “They need help, little guy.”
“Which is why that’s where I’m headed.” Sidon draws some cloth thing from the metal slab. Daruk tries to point out that there’s no way he could make it down there in time, walking all that way, when he just leaps down from the peak. The fabric catches the air and lets him glide.
Daruk blinks. Well, alright. Seems like he’s waiting for the backup.
By the time he meets up with the group of Gorons and makes it back down to the mine, the fight is over. Monster parts litter the stone. The Zora stands in the middle of it all, out of breath but not worse for wear.
Daruk rolls to a stop a few steps away. “Sorry for doubtin’ you, kid!” Sidon glances up at him and waves. “Looks like you had it handled.”
“The hard work was done when I got here,” the Zora murmurs, gesturing to the Gorons around him.
“You were incredible, brother!” A captain slings an arm around his shoulders, laughing.
He smiles sheepishly. “I’m glad I could be of use.”
“I gotta ask, little guy,” Daruk starts, falling in line to help with cleanup, “where the heck did you come from?”
“Hm. I wish I had a simple answer for that,” Sidon murmurs, shaking his head. His metal thingy seems to have unlimited space for monster parts. He looks at Daruk, forcing a smile; there’s a glint of something sad in his eye. “I’m here now, and that’s what matters.”
Daruk chuckles, “I’m glad!”
Really looking at the Zora opens more questions than it answers. The surface-level glances had seemed simple enough: he was almost as tall as Daruk, with bright red scales and sharp teeth. But the kid looks important, adorned in silver. He’s even got one of those fancy white ties— a cravat, is that what they’re called?
“You ought’a be getting home, huh?”
Sidon’s mouth pulls into a thin line for a split second before he’s able to reign it in. “I appreciate your concern,” he starts, stops, starts again, “but I am… in no hurry.”
Daruk elbows him playfully. “Well then, you’re welcome to stick around, brother!”
…
Sidon lingers outside while Daruk talks to the Rollin’ Inn’s keeper.
Somehow, he’d ended up a century in the past, saving the Great Daruk from a fate he shouldn’t have faced. How? How had this happened? None of the Champions should have been even close to death yet— they were slain by the Blights when the Calamity struck, not just by some monsters in the middle of nowhere. And yet. And yet.
Sidon leans against the building, in part to appear more calm than he feels and in part because— well. He hadn’t been hurt badly, by any means, but he had sort of taken a moblin club to the leg, and without the adrenaline of combat it was starting to bother him. He’s fine. Sidon allows himself one sigh.
Somehow, he was here. Somehow, the Champions were alive.
…Would Mipha recognize him, if she saw him now?
Sidon bites the inside of his cheek and pushes that thought as far away as he can get it. She doesn’t have to. He has the lofty idea that he will be able to save everyone from the horrors of the Calamity without ever having to truly face her. He’s very sure that’s not going to happen, but, well. He can dream.
Daruk steps out and immediately Sidon squashes all of his emotion. He smiles, big and bright, as the Goron leans against the wall next to him. “Your stay is all set up, little guy!”
“I would have paid,” Sidon says (not for the first time). Daruk chuckles and shakes his head. “I… Thank you, Great Daruk.”
“Hey, none of that now. We’re friends! You don’t gotta call me ‘Great’ nothin’.”
Sidon will probably continue to call him Great Daruk. Placatingly, he says, “If you’re sure.”
“Sure as the sky, little guy!” Daruk laughs, long and loud. He reaches out to guide him toward the big cookout table in the center of the city. The Zora stares, slightly intimidated, at the food on the table. “You’ve gotta be starvin’ after all of that fighting, huh?”
Nayru above, he’s going to have to eat rocks.
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Yesterday I went to my archery club, and while I was there I met a kid who had a switch, during lunch he was attempting the hardest thing that I had ever seen. His mother had recently dropped the left controller and so he couldn’t use the runes as the L button wasn’t working, this was while he was doing the one-hit weapon trial from the dlc, in the end he managed to finish the stasis shrine by shield jumping onto the metal. That was the hardest trial to attempt at all.
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Ok but we all agree that transmasc BOTW/TOTK Link is canon right. I mean:
1. Short king
2. It’s mentioned in game that he has a bunch of scars on his torso. If you look, there’s no scars. Conclusion: his top surgery scars are there, just as invisible as his battle scars.
3. He’s literally ego renegade boy Len from another timeline
I rest my case.
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I’m curious, what is everyone’s take on the age of calamity and fitting in with canon? Is there a general fandom consensus?
Completely alternate universe
Parts of it is canon (disregarding anything with the little guy and ending)
Obviously the entire storyline is not technically canon from when little guy shows up, since they are not suppose to in canon. But most of the scenes feel like they could be canon or mostly inspired by canon events.
Things that would be canon:
- Link being part of the knights that happened to show much bravery earning him a spot protecting the princess
- Impa being a badass
- Going round and finding all of the champions
- Link and Revali’s fight my fav
- Link pulling the master sword while protecting Zelda
- Probably other things I can’t remember
I personally haven’t actually played age of calamity just watched the cutscenes, but what are your thoughts?