#link and young link

[fattorimunin]

I’ve started trying to translate some of the pieces I’ve written into English.

If you notice anything that needs improvement, please feel free to let me know—I'd be happy to have your help.

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My little monster

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Link first saw him in the midst of a battle.

The battle was not going well. The enemy was cunning and devious, sending swarms of ghosts to attack from the rear. Link's army, caught between these surprise raids and the oncoming horde, was struggling to hold its ground. The frontlines were battered and bruised, and the medics were scrambling to evacuate the wounded back to the camp. Every chaotic footstep felt like it was stomping on Link's chest.

"Tighten the left flank! Don't get bogged down! Cover the central unit and get the wounded out of there!"

He had no choice but to give the order to retreat. Too many wounded, too little gain. They couldn't afford more pointless casualties.

And that was when he saw a figure he would never forget.

It was just a child, or so Link thought. Nine years old? Maybe eleven or twelve?

A baby-faced boy with plump cheeks and an intense focus in his bright blue eyes. Long lashes framed those eyes, and though his face was still soft with youth, it was easy to imagine how striking he would be when grown. Just one look at those cheeks made Link want to pinch them.

The child wore green and had a festival mask tilted over his head—the kind parents buy for their kids during town fairs. He was darting through enemy soldiers with alarming agility. Link's heart nearly burst through his throat.

"Kid! Hey, you there! It's dangerous, get over here!"

Anyone with a shred of humanity would instinctively want to protect a child. But the Hylian boy didn’t even acknowledge Link. That green-clad figure vanished into the enemy ranks.

"Link, what's wrong?"

Princess Zelda was helping the medics when she saw him panicking.

"No... Your Highness, there's a child over there—a Hylian child! I have to save him!"

The cities of Hyrule had long been evacuated due to the war. There shouldn't have been any civilians, let alone a child. But the battlefield was no place for debate.

"It's too dangerous. That child will die out there," Impa said, rushing over with a deep frown.

"I have to go. Please hold the line for me, Your Highness."

Without waiting for a reply, Link dashed toward the enemy's stronghold.

Impa looked ready to shout after him, but Zelda raised a hand.

"Let him go. I trust Link."

The two women returned to the fray, defending the wounded while Link vanished into the chaos.

He swung his sword through the crowd. His blue scarf now soaked red with blood—both his and theirs. The enemy numbers were thickening, but he didn't slow.

Then, something odd happened.

The monsters charging him began to look terrified. They ran, eyes wide with horror, ignoring Link entirely in their desperate flight.

This wasn't right.

Link was trained to notice even the smallest shifts on the battlefield. As a commander, he had to.

Breaking through the disarray, he reached the enemy base—only to find even more fleeing monsters.

And then he saw it.

The green-clad child wielded a heavy broadsword, longer than two-thirds of his height. A blade like that should be impossible for a child to use, yet the boy swung it like a feather, dancing through the battlefield.

Blood painted the blade. Corpses and body parts littered the ground. The child, mid-strike, decapitated the enemy commander with a clean swing.

Death was but a crimson flourish around him.

Thick blood soaked into his green tunic, dripping along the curves of his body. As the boy sheathed his sword and turned, Link met his eyes.

Those eyes...

They did not belong to a child.

They were cold, ancient, reflecting a weariness far beyond his years. Like still water under moonlight. No joy, no fear, no anger—only fatigue.

"Who are you...?"

Link instinctively tensed. Was this a new monster? A trap?

The child said nothing. He barely glanced at Link, brushing past him.

"Wait! Who are you? Why are you here?"

Link grabbed the boy's wrist, intending to carry him back for answers. The stronghold was nearly empty now, but that meant it could easily become a deathtrap if reinforcements arrived.

He couldn't risk uncertainty. He had to take the boy back.

And that was his mistake.

The boy's eyes flickered, just for a moment.

Link had seen that look before. In Twilight’s Hyrule, where feral cats roamed.

That was the exact look one such cat gave him after he accidentally stepped on its tail.

He hadn’t meant to! They always snuck into the tents, purring and begging for food. He was just distracted.

And just like that day—

Thwack!

A tiny fist smashed into his face with stunning force. Link staggered, dizzy, releasing the boy.

In a flash, the child bolted.

Stumbling back to the camp, Link found the battlefield oddly quiet. Most of the monsters had scattered. The wounded were safely back. He staggered into his tent, slumping against the wall.

It hurt. Not a battlefield injury, but the sting of humiliation. A child had punched him. And escaped.

"Link, you're back! Everyone made it out safely. Was it you who killed the enemy commander?"

Lana rushed in like a songbird, clutching her magic tome.

After Link had disappeared into enemy territory, the tide had turned. The monsters had scattered, retreating or wandering aimlessly.

He opened his mouth to respond, but Lana shrieked at the sight of his face.

"Ahh! Link! Your face!"

Others rushed in. Zelda gasped, hand over her lips.

"By the Goddess! Link, what happened to your face?!"

Link grabbed a hand mirror and looked. His once-pristine face—the one fit for statues in every Hyrule plaza—now bore a swollen, bruised right eye. A clear fist-shaped mark.

"What’s going on?!" Zelda demanded, worried.

He touched the bruise and sighed.

"Sorry…… I tried to bring the kid back. He hit me and ran."

Zelda disappeared for a moment and returned with an ice pack and balm.

"You got punched……by a child?"

"Yeah."

"In a monster-infested stronghold? That poor kid must have been terrified. I hope he's okay."

Lana sighed, resting her cheek on her palm.

Holding the ice pack to his face, Link replayed the whole encounter.

That child wasn't normal. Not an enemy, not an ally, just something else entirely.

And leaving something like that on the battlefield……

No commander could sleep easy after that.

He had to tell the others.

[shrews-art]

A bond made of fire and spider webs

[clowns0up-felix]

That names not quite right anymore, is it?

This is like right after the end of oot,,, drew this a while back and never finished it but I saw a post today that reminded me of it so I decided to just post it,,, is not much but is something

[cikalys]

The hero of time

Quick redraw of a fanart I did years ago

[contemplatingoutlander]

“'We want the bureaucrats to be traumatically affected,' Russell Vought [co-author of Project 2025], who has been tapped by Mr. Trump to lead the Office of Management and Budget, has said. 'When they wake up in the morning, we want them to not want to go to work because they are increasingly viewed as the villains.'”

If we want federal civil servants not to just abandon their jobs under the pressure of a hostile Trump administration, they will need support from the public. In this essay by Stacey Young, a lawyer in the DOJ civil rights division, explains the help that is needed. This is a gift 🎁 link, so there is no paywall. Below are some excerpts.

Federal employees like me have been hearing a lot in recent weeks about how important it is for us to stay in our jobs, despite President-elect Donald Trump’s open animosity toward much of the federal work force. We’ve been told by friends, relatives and good-government advocates that a well-functioning government ��� and the survival of our democracy — depends on it. We know. We understand what will happen if Mr. Trump fills the civil service with unqualified, inexperienced people selected for their political loyalty. But to stay in our jobs, we will need more than exhortation; we will need legal, psychological and other practical support. One reason many federal employees are thinking of leaving government — often after decades of serving our country, under Republican and Democratic presidents — is that we’re afraid. The incoming leaders of the government have told us in aggressive terms that they want us either gone or miserable.  [...]

What sorts of practical support would help? For one thing, lawyers and mental health providers could offer pro bono or significantly discounted services to federal employees.... Data-removal companies that specialize in taking down personal information online could offer free or discounted plans to federal employees who are being harassed or at risk of harassment. Friends and family members of federal employees with young children or other caregiving responsibilities could offer to pitch in. (Without their help, employees who are stripped of their ability to do some remote work or forced to adhere to overly rigid work schedules may have no choice but to leave their jobs.) Concerned citizens could urge their elected representatives to promote legislation that protects civil servants and oppose draconian bills that would harm them. Those with money to spare could donate to organizations that work to protect public servants. And if you value the civil service, don’t just tell us; tell your friends, neighbors, co-workers and family members too — especially whenever the pernicious “deep state” narrative rears its ugly head.

[charbies]

linktober day 16 - time

[pukah]

in-ho twitter links perhaps…🙏🏻

hwang in-ho nsfw twitter links

— toying with your body

— punishing you after seeing you talk to gi-hun during six leg

— pulling you down onto him

— keeping your legs open

— he’s beating that pussy UP

— guiding you up and down on his dick

— making him cum all over your stomach and tits

— pounding into you

— holding your legs up for him

— eating your pussy like it’s his last meal

— playing with your tits while cuddling

— waking him up in the morning

— tea baggin’

— taking his condom off mid-fucking

— bouncing on that dick

— hitting all the right spots inside of you

[the-phantom-peach]

🗣️ I like drawing pretty boys in green tunics

[chaendeulleo]

Courage

[ovegakart]

link got tired

[themortaldraw]

the ending of majora's mask was really poignant

[its-ya-girl-phoeni]

I couldn't think of a funny caption

[clowns0up-felix]

I yet have to hold a dog in tp which is a shame

[endlessartpumpkin]

The flow of time is always cruel.

[phantom-peachie]

what a little freak (i am fighting back the motherly instinct to raise him as my own)

[entiqua]

height diff umbrella (he chose that side himself to save zelda from getting rained on)