July 10 2013, 10pm
[ Another Movie Observation ]
((I was watching this scene and noticed that Baby Tooth actually looks like she’s saying words. So from watching her mouth, this is what I think she’s saying.))
I imagined Baby Tooth saying that in Jack’s Sister’s voice. Is that a bad thing or a good thing?
Baby Tooth/Jack’s sister was begging Jack because she didn’t want to lose Jack again.
STOP RIGHT THERE YOUNGIN’
AS IF THIS NEEDED TO GET ANY MORE SAD THAN IT WAS
She looks like her, too.
Your telling me she looks like a bird tsk tsk.
I’m telling you they resemble each other. Eyes, face shape, mouth. You know, just different nose and species. lol
I don’t think that’s all a coincidence. *shrugs*
Oh my fucking god
July 2 2013, 10pm
Legend of Zelda OoT AU fic
So I ended up starting the Zelda fic. Should I continue?
Title: ??? (I’ll title it if I continue)
Pairings/Characters: Ganondorf, Link, Link’s parents, General OCs (so far)
Genre: Family bonding, hurt/comfort, canon divergence.
Word count: ~3500
Warnings: Violence, minor character death. Eventually feels and cuddles
Probably everyone knows the story of the Hero of Time. It is legend after all. How he rose up after seven years of slumber to rescue the Princess in disguise from the ruthless King of Evil and save the land of Hyrule.
This is not that story. This is what might have happened instead.
(Canon divergence: Ganondorf finds and raises Link from a baby)
Ganondorf pulled back heavily on the reigns of his Gerudo Charger as he crested a tall hill. The stallion snorted and tossed his head, but Ganondorf’s hand remained firm and eventually his steed settled. The King patted the stallion’s neck absently as he looked out over Hyrule Field spread out below. The screams and cries of battle floated up to him with the smoke rising from the fires spreading across the dry grass, obscuring the skirmish occurring between his people and the filthy Hylians below from his view.
Behind him, he heard hoofbeats approaching. He didn’t bother to check who was approaching. He knew the sound of those hooves well. Sure enough, a moment later Velata, his eldest daughter, pulled her own horse to a stop next to him. Her long copper hair lashed out behind her in the wind like angry snakes, only barely restrained in a ponytail. He saw her watching him out of the corner of his eye, but he kept his head turned towards the battle, and eventually she looked away, trying to maintain the mask of his general.
“How are our troops?” he asked after a long moment of silence. She startled, and straightened in her saddle, trying to look as respectable as possible before her father and King.
“The raiders have managed to sneak around their defences and steal some supplies. There wasn’t nearly as much grain as we were hoping, but we managed to find some gold, so it was still a success,” she reported dutifully. He nodded to let her know that he’d heard her, but still did not look away from the field below. The wind was changing, and the smoke was beginning to clear. He was just starting to make out the battle. Flashes of red hair and curved blades were the only way he could spot his own people fighting amongst the rabble. The fight currently seemed to be in their favor, but anything could happen in a skirmish like these, and the tide of battle changed quickly.
Velata, thinking along the same lines, hesitantly spoke. “Should we go…help them, sire?”
Ganondorf only paused a moment more to take in a deep breath of the clean, fresh air that only seemed present over the kingdom of Hyrule, and then nodded. Without waiting, he kicked his heels into his stallion’s side, and started charging down the hill, drawing his scimitar as he went. A Hylian soldier on the edge of the battle barely had time to look up in bemusement before he was neatly beheaded. Ganondorf was already charging past him and slicing through another soldier by the time the head hit the ground.
A savage grin broke out across his face as he entered the fray. He had always loved the thrill of battle. It was what he had been trained for since birth. To be King of the Gerudo, you needed to be the strongest of them, and he was strongest. He had conquered the toughest challenges their training ground could throw at him before he’d been able to grow a beard. He had surpassed all of his fighting instructors to the point they retired in despair. No stallion was wild enough to throw him off, no arrow target too far for him to hit, no warrior capable of bringing him down. He was death in battle, and he revelled in it.
His people noticed his arrival on the battlefield and a cheer went up. At once they doubled their efforts, and the Hylians began to fall back. Their supply post, which his raiders had already robbed of valuable supplies while the soldiers were distracted by the skirmish, loomed up behind them as the Gerudo gained ground.
One Hylian, his helmet missing and his blonde hair flying in the wind, was by the gate. He was fighting more ferociously than any man or woman Ganondorf had ever seen, blade lashing out almost quicker than could be seen and driving many Gerudo back with bloody wounds for their troubles. His face was a mask of determination, and Ganondorf briefly wondered what this man was guarding so fiercely, considering the supply post had been emptied. He was impressed by the man’s tenacity and skill, and he paused a moment on the edge of the battle to observe.
The man took advantage of a lull in approaching fighters to scan the battlefield. Their eyes locked. Something passed between them then. He’d never felt a connection with a Hylian before, but Ganondorf found himself feeling a measure of understanding and respect for this soldier. Somehow he knew they were similar souls, fighting for their loved ones. His family must have been inside.
Then the moment was broken as a Gerudo warrior charged out of the ranks, scimitars held high, to strike down at the man. The soldier turned away from Ganondorf and immediately brought up his sword to block.
Time itself seemed to pause as Ganondorf watched. Both of the Gerudo woman’s scimitars met solid Hylian steel. The strength of her blow forced the sword to follow the curve of her blades, but her downward slice prevented the sword from following it up and away from her body as it was intended. Instead the sword was dragged downward towards the hilts, and her hands. The Hylian simply followed the motion, catching both hilts on the flat of his blade and flicking his wrist up, cutting her palms open. He neatly disarmed the woman, and then reversed his grip. He drove his blade deep into her stomach.
Velata was too far away from him for her voice to reach, but he could still imagine her little gasp of surprise as she was neatly impaled.
He stared at the scene, his daughter frozen and staring up at her Hylian killer who stared blankly back. Then time resumed its usual course, and Velata slumped to the ground. Ganondorf could see blood pooling out beneath her.
He roared. The battlefield itself seemed to quake with his fury. Warriors, Hylian and Gerudo alike, fell away from him in fear. The Hylian soldier looked up from his fallen foe at the source of noise, and his eyes widened in terror. As Ganondorf started charging across the battlefield atop his stallion, people madly dashing out of his way to avoid being trampled, the soldier turned and ran through the half-opened gate of the supply post.
Ganondorf leapt from his stallion as he came to his fallen daughter, calling out softly to her, but it was as he’d feared. She was already gone. Her eyes were wide open and glassy with an expression of mild shock frozen on her beautiful face. He reached out with shaking hands to touch her soft silken hair with shaking fingertips, his eyes starting to blur with tears. Around him his Gerudo warriors were surrounding him, protecting him from attack as he mourned. When he lifted a lock of her hair, it was soaked with blood.
Shoulders shaking with sobs soon became shoulders shaking with rage. His hand tightened around her hair until it was clenched in a fist, trembling with the force of his grip. He screamed out his rage to the heavens, bloody revenge the only thought on his mind. He opened his hand, letting Velata’s hair fall back to the ground, and then rose to his feet. His face was twisted with rage.
His began to advance on the tower, ruthlessly gutting the lone Hylian that tried to block his path.
The supply post was not large, but it still took Ganondorf a short time to find where the Hylian had escaped to. But when he heard frantic voices behind one of the doors, he didn’t hesitate to kick it down. There was a scream, a surprisingly feminine scream, as the wood exploded outward. Angrily, Ganondorf looked around the room to find both the source of the scream, and the Hylian that was surely hiding inside.
To his surprise, he realized it was a birthing room. There was a Hylian woman, beautiful by their standards and with hair as golden as the sun, huddled by the bed, which was still damp with sweat and blood. She was holding a squirming bundle in her arms, and the room still reeked of her labours. Huddled beside her was what Ganondorf assumed to be the woman’s midwife, but his attention was drawn to the soldier standing in the middle of the room. His sword was drawn and pointed at Ganondorf’s face, still stained with Velata’s blood.
“Run, my love!” the Hylian man ordered the shaking women in their disgusting tongue. “Quickly, while I hold him off!” Then, with a roar, he charged at Ganondorf, blade swinging in low to aim for the knees. Ganondorf quickly side-stepped the swing, just barely missed by the deadly blade, and then he was bringing his own scimitars up in response. To his frustration, he was distracted by the soldier’s desperate attacks long enough that the Hylian woman managed to escape with her child. Snarling in rage, he made sure that the midwife did not follow, throwing one of his scimitars at her retreating back. She fell to the ground with a pained scream cut short.
The Hylian soldier flinched in shock at Ganondorf’s brutality, and tried to fight ever fiercer. But Ganondorf had been trained since birth to be the strongest. He was King. There was simply no way that a common soldier, even one of this man’s caliber, could best him.
A blow to the back of the knee where the armour didn’t cover. A kick to the stomach. A stomp on the hand holding the sword. And suddenly the soldier was on his knees and defenceless before the Gerudo King. His eyes held fear, but he was still determined.
“I will hunt down that woman and slaughter her for what you did,” Ganondorf hissed in the man’s face, resorting to using the wreched Hylian language so that he was sure the man knew his fury.
The soldier merely stared back with hatred. “Your soldier attacked me. I was merely defending myself, and my wife. But you would kill an innocent woman, just for your petty underling’s own foolishness? You Gerudo dogs are truly as evil as they say,” the man spat.
“That underling,” Ganondorf snarled, “was my DAUGHTER!” He punctuated his scream by raising up his scimitar and bringing it crashing down on the man’s head. The man’s skull broke open, his face split neatly down the middle. A splash of blood covered Ganondorf’s chest and face. There was a pause, and then the corpse slumped over to the floor like a doll.
Ganondorf looked down on it, breath still heavy from his emotional outburst. Blood ran from the body along the floor to pool at the end of the bed, soaking sheets that had previously been stained with the blood of birth. More blood dripped from Ganondorf’s chin. His clothes were stained beyond repair. Finally, he turned away from the body in disgust, his rage still unsatisfied.
He didn’t bother retrieving the scimitar from the man’s head, figuring it would be message enough to the Goddess-damned Hylian King that the Gerudo people were not to be trifled with. Instead he pulled the other scimitar from the body of the midwife, and headed out of the supply post.
His people had decimated what was left of the Hylian soldiers. Those that hadn’t died had fled, preferring to face the dangers of Hyrule Field alone rather than remain to be massacred. Most of them wouldn’t last the night. But Ganondorf wasn’t interested in pursuing those cowards. Instead he squinted out over the field, looking for signs of the fleeing woman. Sure enough, to the east he could see a cloud of dust being kicked up, most likely by hooves. He called out for his remaining soldiers to rally.
“You,” he pointed at a small group to his left. “I want you to burn this place to the ground. Leave nothing but ashes.” he ordered. They saluted quickly and set to work, starting to pile scrap wood and dry grass around the base of the building. The place would be gone by nightfall, to his satisfaction. He turned back to the rest of his troops, looking out over the assembled group.
“The rest of you,” he boomed, “bring me that woman’s head!”
At once his soldiers raced to comply, hopping atop their own steeds, or stealing Hylian horses from their fallen enemies. One of the Gerudo women led over his own stallion, which he quickly mounted and turned towards the fleeing woman. He kicked the horse into motion.
The Hylian breeds of horses were bigger and stronger than Gerudo breeds, as they were bred for working fields. But no Hylian horse could ever hope to outrun a pure-bred Gerudo Charger, especially one as well trained as Ganondorf’s. He quickly outpaced his own soldiers, pushing his steed to the limit to catch up to his fleeing prey.
He could see the woman looking back at him in fear over her shoulder as he came closer. All at once she seemed to realize that she could never outrun him over the field, and she made one last desperate attempt to escape, turning her horse towards the foreboding forest on the edge of the field to the East.
But it was not to be. Ganondorf swiftly drew up next to her, cutting off her escape. She tried to turn her steed, move around him, but he was too quick. A slash of his scimitar and the horse fell to the ground screaming, a bloody gash oozing out over the grass. The woman screamed as she fell from the horse, but she still held her bundle tightly in her arms, protecting it from the fall with her own body. Ganondorf’s steed barely missed crushing her skull under-hoof as they charge by.
He dismounted even as his horse was still moving, landing heavily on the ground with a thump, a puff of dust rising from the impact. The woman trembled and cowered, hunching over the bundle to the point it seemed she was attempting to hide it within her body. Ganondorf stared at her with mild contempt. As he had noticed before, she was beautiful by Hylian standards, but to him her nose is too small, her ears too long, and her skin too sickly pale. She is wretched as she lays in the dirt at his feet.
“Please,” she whispered in her blasted tongue as he approached, naked blade in hand. “Please. If you must kill me, at least spare my child. Please. My baby Link is innocent, even you must see this.”
Ganondorf didn’t answer, ignoring her even as her begging grew louder and more panicked. As he stood over her, he considered her frail and delicate figure. Scoffing in disgust, he tossed his scimitar aside. She was so weak there was no point in using the blade. Only warriors deserve to die like warriors. Instead he reached out, grabbed her head firmly in his hands despite her screaming and struggling, and twisted.
There was a sickening crack, and then the woman collapsed to the ground dead. Yet Ganondorf couldn’t help but notice that she somehow managed to fall more gracefully than her husband had, with her lags tucked together and her hair spread out around her like a golden halo. But her eyes were too full of fear to give her the appearance of beauty in death. As her arms became loose, the bundle she held rolled to the ground. The cloth fell open slightly.
Ganondorf stared down at the baby. It was just beginning to whimper as it was exposed to the cold, squirming in distress. It was very tiny for a baby. None of Ganondorf’s daughters were ever that small when they were newborns. It also had very pink skin, as opposed to the dusty tan Gerudo children have even since birth. Its ears were tiny, but pointed like all Hylian ears. Its hair was as pale as its parents, puffing up in little blonde tufts on top of the baby’s head.
Then her eyes opened, and Ganondorf saw blue brighter than the sky above his desert home.
He reached down gently, picking up the baby, cloth and all. The baby began making a distressed noise, recognizing that the man holding it was a stranger, but Ganondorf quickly shushed her by re-wrapping her bundle more snuggly and bouncing her gently. He could hear his soldiers approaching just as he began singing an old Gerudo lullaby that his mothers had taught him.
“Sir!” The nearest soldier dismounted and approached him quickly, not even blinking at the body at Ganondorf’s feet. Instead her eyes were trained on the baby in her King’s arms. “Are you alright, my Lord?” she asks, bowing her head respectfully.
He glanced up at the assembled group. “Fine,” he eventually answered. None of them dared mentioned the way his voice shook slightly. “Velata?”
“We’ve retrieved her body,” the soldier responded evenly. Some of the others must have gone back to get it, along with the rest of their fallen, Ganondorf realized. Though they had won the skirmish in the end, they had lost more than a few of their own. He was privately proud that his troops had thought to do so without his orders. They were good, strong warriors, he thought, each worthy of protecting their home.
“Good,” Ganondorf said. He turned back to the bundle in his arms to check on the baby. To his happy surprise she’d fallen asleep already. She was probably exhausted from a taxing first day of life. “Good,” he repeated, more softly this time. A soft smile grew as he stared down at the sleeping baby.
“Sire?” one of the others spoke up, breaking his revere. He looked up sharply. “What would you have us do with…the babe?” she asked, keeping her voice low to avoid waking the child. He knew that if he desired the baby’s death, all he would have to do was say so, and the Gerudo would cut her to pieces at once. If he decided to hold her for ransom, they would keep her safe until she could be exchanged for her value.
But Ganondorf considered something else. “I have lost one child today,” he murmured quietly to himself, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “But perhaps I have gained another.”
He looked up at the gathered women. Seeing them watching him so intently, ready to follow his order to the letter no matter what he said, he came to a decision. “I will take this child as my own. To fill the empty space in my heart, and to show those long-eared scum that we are better than them. We will not kill this baby, but take her in as our own. This babe is now my daughter, a princess of the Gerudo, and she will be treated as such by our entire tribe.”
The gathered Gerudo bowed their heads at his declaration. They would gladly accept the baby as their own, no matter her race, if he so chose. Satisfied, he handed over the bundle to the nearest Gerudo to carry as he remounted his own horse.
They began to file into ranks behind Ganondorf, ready to start the long journey back to their desert home to deliver their new plunder and bury their fallen, but just as they were about to head out, the woman he handed the baby to let out a little squeak. Blinking, Ganondorf turned to look at her.
“Yes?” he prompted with a raised brow, causing her to blush.
“Ummmm…sire?” she said hesitantly. “About your new…daughter.”
A spike of worry shot through him at her words, and instantly his mind when to the worst case. Perhaps the baby had been injured when he had chased down her mother and he hadn’t noticed. Perhaps she was sickly, though she hadn’t seemed so when he had held her. Perhaps she was already dead. Was she moving? The bundle might have been moving, but it was hard to tell. “What? What is it?” He asked frantically, gesturing the woman to approach.
She grinned at him sheepishly. “This babe is male.”
Ganondorf paused, all his fears stopped short in their tracks. He stared blankly at her until she came closer. Sure enough, when she pulled open the wrappings fully for him to see, there was a tiny manhood between the babe’s legs.
“Well.” Ganondorf stared down at the baby. “Would you look at that.”