//Honestly. SS/TP Link’s are my fave interpretation but I don’t want to reset this account? Wilds Era just ain’t for me, but I think it makes a lot of interactions easier with the amount of depth and crossover potential. Also…most peeps I talk with are still on the other app hence my absence here.

⸻ ⠀“ 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒅.ᐣ “ ☾ #lozrp #zeldarp #mvrp 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 ↓

Cooking breakfast.

…

??? Moving even faster?! He digs the sound.

//Sorry, been pulling close to 12-13 hour shifts, had a lot of irl stuff on top of it, and got muse for another series for a bit…

Moves faster now.

Wakes up.

//Will try and get to replies soon. On a big Zelda kick atm, and wanted to make a few accounts. Apologies.

//Was waiting for me to have time to make a carrd (work + schedule don’t really allow it) but I headcanon the first half of Age of Calamity as canon to this portrayal. Because BotW + TotK obviously happen. But the slumber made him and the blade weaker as he lacks the combat expertise and +

“Yes, but no. If it is my role, I embrace it without hesitation. Being chosen…is not easy, nor fun. But I was never groomed for that.” The one thing Link does believe—is he, alone, is fit for the destiny. But it is not an honor to float about. “Try as I might, it has not been enough. Twice.”

“…” Link goes silent for a brief moment, arms slowly crossing. Eyes close, almost pained listening to Octavo speak. “You would not want to take center stage—believe me.”

Tilting his head side to side. “Both, really. Zelda has chided me to look further into intentions. …Your mysterious ways are all…just an act…?”

Another sigh, followed by a shrug. “If it’s fulfilling then I suppose there is nothing to worry over.”

The stoic expression remains still. “You say weird things, and come and go without warning. *You* concern me.”

Link is…clearly not entertained. It’s hard to tell if he’s serious or not, because he’s been a mystery every time. “Why would that be?”

(“Maybe I should be mute again…”)

A gulp. A deep sigh. The pestering was getting old. “Same to you.”

“…Are you a jester?”

He already has a mouthful of banana when he turns to Revali. “No, but it’s obvus ‘nuff.”

“I miss the peaceful quiet.”

“…I feel like I need to forget you said that.”

“A coward, but an undying one…” Between Revali looking form him to the like he’s already peeling one. “Finders keepers. Lots of good meals come from them too.”

“Bananas are going up in price. The Yiga will revolt soon enough…” Has enough to make a housing complex with.

“…”

“That is not fun—“ Jumping at the laser! “…What are you…?”

“Mm…” An idea has just spawned in his mind. “A dip in the water never hurt. Especially with ice weapons.”

TURNING AROUND TERRIFIED.

“…”

“Very…” Wiping heads of sweat from his face. “He won’t even comment on the last part. “A change of clothing may be needed.”

Hot.

//I saw there were some intros— Hi. Henlo. Erm I migrated from tw¡tter and had been in the Zeldaverse a bit. I prefer not giving out my name, and I have too many fixations to decide on a tag lmao. Used to write @ChildofSkyloft. LTTP Link my GOAT and Spirit Tracks was my first LoZ on release day 😭

“I see.” There wasn’t much more than that initially. He is a man of few words after all, and an anxious one at that. “I have not seen anything quite like it. In the wrong hands, that could be troublesome.”

“Oh…I see.” His arm with the sword slowly falls to his side, hostility diminishing. “So…are you lost?”

“Not anymore. All the technology…vanished.”

“This further concerns me.”

“…Like the Horned Statue? Can you shift health and stamina?” Now he’s just curious. “Apologies…I may have made a grave assumption.”

Brow raise.

“…Yeah? The tablet is no more though…”

“Zelda has a pet bird?”

“Tits? I took a photo of them once.”

“…What…are you?” The blade did not falter, it remained trained on the seemingly possessed artifact.

A few steps back, pretty much backing into a shrinking circle until Link finally draws the Mast Sword. He aims the blade directly at the mask with a swift swing.

The hero rose a brow, confused. The mask gave him an uneasy feeling, so he’d take a step back.

“Pranks…”

Training his swordsmanship as per usual. There’s not a chance evil rests.

The servant to the Goddess of Power. Dinraal