#silvrash 797

[skyward-floored]

If you still want to write that sickfic, could I suggest either Wolfie (LU or IAU), the Fierce Deity, or a Minish-sized Four as your victim?

I hope you start feeling better soon! ❤️❤️❤️

I was kind of just being complainy earlier, but now that you mention it, I guess I could whip something up real fast—

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“Achoo!”

Twilight jumped at the sudden noise, putting a hand on his sword as he looked around the woods where he’d been taking a walk. It hadn’t been a loud noise that had startled him, but it hadn’t sounded like just a natural sound of the woods either.

In fact, it had sounded like a... sneeze.

“Hello?” he called, wondering if one of the others was playing a prank. They were all in the town a little ways away though, and Twilight was fairly sure he hadn’t been followed.

A few birds called to each other in the distance, but there was no other sound aside from the faint noise the wind made as it rustled the treetops.

Twilight’s grip on his sword eased, and he was about to continue walking when another sneeze rang out, louder this time.

Twilight frowned and looked towards where the sound had come from, stepping closer when he saw something go up into the air. Something was definitely sneezing, and as Twilight crouched down to get a better look, he almost couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Smithy?” he asked in surprise, and the tiny figure froze, then slowly looked up at him. “Smithy I thought you were resting back at the inn, what are you doing out here? And tiny no less?”

“Um...” the slightly-squeaky answer came, and maybe it was Twilight’s imagination, but it sounded rather congested to him. “Not much. I ju... jus... just wa...”

Four suddenly let out an explosive sneeze, and Twilight watched in surprise as the force of it actually launched the tiny smithy into the air, sending him a few feet off the ground. Twilight shot out his hands to catch him, and Four landed in his palms, sniffling intensely.

“Was visiting some minish,” he sniffled, and wiped his nose on a tiny handkerchief, “just real quick. I’m fine Twi, I-I ju... ju... achoo!”

Four went shooting upwards again, and Twilight scrambled to catch him, the smithy landing back on his palms with a groan.

“Four, you said you were resting because you had a headache, not because you were sick,” Twilight said with a frown, and Four let out a few miserable coughs.

“I didn’t want you all to hover,” he grumbled once he finished, sniffling again. “And that place has the most uncomfortable beds in existence. Plus when I went to rest, I did just have a headache. The sneezing didn’t start until I came out he... here... ACHOO!”

That sneeze sent Four flying out of Twilight’s hands and sideways into a bush, so quickly that Twilight had no chance of catching him.

“Whoa— are you okay, Four?” Twilight asked worriedly as he parted the leaves, and the smithy gave him a dizzy-looking thumbs up from where he’d landed on a branch. Twilight let him step back into his hand, though he noticed with no small worry that Four felt like he was shivering. “I think we should get you back to the inn,” he said gently, and Four sighed before blowing his nose on his handkerchief again.

“Okay, okay. Not like this though, I wh...wa... wa—choo! ...want to be big.”

“I think I would too if I was launched three feet upwards every time I sneezed,” Twilight chuckled, and Four gave him a halfhearted glare.

“Har har. Pardon me for currently weighing about as much as a bug.”

Twilight chuckled again as he gently set Four on his shoulder, and the smithy directed him towards the nearest minish portal, sneezing and sniffling all the way.

[imtoogayforthismortalcoil]

I beg of thee tag me too!!!!

Oma! Question for you: in that Wars whump art you did for Smiles (fabulously devastating, btw), who do you hc captured him? I...uh...might have developed an intense need to write something for it, and I just so happen to have a fic prompt for my febuwhump writing that would go really, really well with it 👀

SILVR!❤️

Im honored you want to write something hehehehehe🤭

Tbh I didnt have muh of a thought to who captured him, but even if I did, I'm MUCH more interested to hear your thoughts about it

PLEASE tag me if you write it so I can devour your fic😌😌

[hyah-lian]

You have an ao3, right? I'm almost to the point where I'm ready to post the first bit of your 'helpless' fic, and wanted to make sure I'm giving you the credit you deserve for your masterpiece ❤️❤️❤️

On that note, any opinions on a title for this fic? I'm drawing a bit of a blank LOL

I hope this is okay to answer publicly cause I want ppl to be hype about your fics too!

I do it is also Hyah-Lian!

I'm still absolutely gobsmacked you were so inspired fjjfrjdjfjjsnfn

I'm not sure, I'm not the most creative with titles lol helpless is a good word. Ummmm alliteration is fun. But I feel like helpless heroes has been done a lot probably

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Can I join you on your Hyrule travels tag? We've started our move!

ALSO! You made me so happy when you suggested Secrets of the Shadows as a POV rewrite, I'm nearly done with the equivalent of your first chapter!

You absolutely can! :D That’s exciting!

AAAAHHHH well I’m so glad you liked it and are having fun with it, I am excited!!

[adrift-in-thyme]

Love train 🚂💖💖💖! Send this to all the blogs you love! Don’t forget to spread the love! 😊

Awww THANKS 🥹

[pelicanpig]

Fandom People to Get to Know Better

Thank you @mailrebel :) You are the best! I'm happy to be your friend!

Last Song: "Little Lion Man" by Mumford and Sons

Favorite Color: Yellow 💛

Last Book: Finished? It's been a while... but I'm currently listening to "The Hobbit". It's slow going, but I'm about halfway done!

Last Movie: Shrek🧅(unless you count half-watching the end of Jojo Rabbit)

Last TV Show: We've been watching America's Funniest Videos on Sunday evenings the last few weeks 🤷🏼‍♀️

Sweet / Spicy / Savory: Sweet, usually🧁but sometimes savory

Last Thing I Searched for Online: DnD research for the campaign I'm running!

Current Obsession: 🙈🙈EA rereleased the Sims 2 for the 25th anniversary and I've been consumed with playing out the lives of all the Pleasantview folks in that game while reliving memories of younger days...

Looking Forward to: Spring Break 2025!!!! woohoo!!!! finding time to write once life settles back down. spring cleaning🧹

Things I am Thankful For: always my family, my religion, hot water, clean drinking water, and days when the sun shines. Also, the friends I keep making in this fandom side of life! You're all so lovely!

I'll tag @silvrash-797 @amelias-calamity-quintet and @waythroughtheice today, if you feel like playing (and haven't already because I am late...)

[milkyplier]

*looks over my shoulder*

*points at self*

Who, me?

I’m honored!! I look forward to whatever brilliant concoction you have in mind 👀👀👀

Four’s expressions in the latest update are amazing

He had absolutely no idea what Wild was talking about for the first thirty seconds of the conversation and it’s hilarious:

“What is this motherhugger going on about”

*mii theme plays*

“Bro literally just spit it out already—“

“OOOOOHHH RIGHT HE’S APOLOGIZING HE PUSHED ME I’M SUPPOSED TO BE ANGRY”

“Right. Speak, peasant.”

[hero-of-the-wolf]

@mmelete tagged me to share the last line I wrote :)

this is from last night:

“Wh— huh??”

aaaaaaand this one is from a few minutes ago haha:

It didn’t take long to lose sight of the wolf.

no pressure tags to @crazylittlejester @readingismyhobby24 @emig22 @gryphonlover @stqrmyskies @sprite-and-the-bunnydragons @silvrash-797 and @skyward-floored !!

[kikker-oma]

Another quick break from hiatus!

For the lovely @silvrash-797 's baby shower❤️

Big big congratulations! So happy for you and your growing family🥰

[x-i-l-verify]

What the hell, I needed to unwind at work today, so I did this.

2004 - Why you gotta pit all these bad bitches against each other??? TT TT I literally like every single one of these OPs. I'd have to say for animation FMA 2003 OP 4, for song Elfen Lied, if I had to pick just ONE I'd say Elfen Lied is more unique, so I will go with that one. But man, what a way to start us off.

2005 - Immediately followed off with six OP i do not care for at all afdlkjalkrjklerj. Eureka Seven has the best animation I guess.

2006 - I was going to go with the Death Note OP, but I went and listened to Ergo Proxy's OP and got slugged across the face with nostalgia. I never watched the anime itself, but I downloaded the song at some point and did listen to it a lot back in the day, so yeah, Ergo Proxy's wins.

2007 - I like the Lucky Star, Gurren Lagann, and Clannad OPs, but I must give this to Hero's Come Back from Naruto Shippuden. I must. How can you NOT.

2008 - Resonance from Soul Eater. Hands down. Not even close. NEXT.

2009 - Was there ever any doubt it would be Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood’s first OP. Was there.

2010 - My Soul Your Beats is such a good song, man. Never watched the anime but I've been listening to Angel Beats' OP for over 10 years.

2011 - I enjoy HXH's OP a lot, but I think I'll have to go with Steins;Gate, the OP is really unique. That reminds me that I really need to get back to watching that one of these days.

2012 - Gotta go with Jojo's Bizzare Adventure Part 1 OP, man. That "JOOOOOOOJOOOOOOOOO" at the end is iconic. XD

2013 - If you thought I was picking ANYTHING but "Feuerroter Pfeil und Bogen" from Attack on Titan, you were SORELY mistaken. One of the GOATs. And I haven't even watched the show.

2014 - I really enjoy Your Lie in April's OP, but I think I'll have to go with Unravel from Tokyo Ghoul. It's quite unique and fits the feel of the show perfectly, from what I can tell.

2015 - I was gonna pick One Punch Man if Death Parade wasn't on here, AND LO AND BEHOLD IT WAS. :V Noragami's 2nd OP is really good, too, though.

2016 - Mob Psycho 100, of COURSE. Though Haikyuu's 4th OP and Erased's OP are quite good, too.

2017 - ONE PIECE OP 20 HOLY CRAP NO CONTEST NOT EVEN CLOSE. “Hope” is one of the best One Piece OPs, fight me, top 5 easily.

2018 - My Hero Academia's 4th OP is my favorite MHA OP, so that one.

2019 - Oh man, there were a lot of good ones this year. Not a pick I don't like. Demon Slayer's has the best animation, but I must go with The Promised Neverland for this one. Such a pity they never got a season two. U_U

2020 - JJK OP1 wins by default.

2021 - okay so we're getting into uncharted territory here, I had never seen a single one of these before this list. I think I might go with Tokyo Revengers OP 1, it's the one that intrigued me most.

2022 - Oh there were some really good ones here. Spy X Family has the most interesting animation, Ya Boy Kongming! has the catchiest song, and Ranking of Kings makes me the most intrigued. Guess I'll go with the one I had the most fun watching. Ya Boy Kongming gets the gold star for this round.

2023 - TWO OPs from JJK seems a bit unfair, but JJK OP 4 legit gave me chills the first time I watched it, must go with that one.

2024 - Daaaaang there are some great ones here, too. I LOVE the animation in One Piece OP 26, but I think for uniqueness, I gotta go with Mashle OP 2. It singlehandedly got me to watch the anime, which means it did its job, lol.

Tagging: @cha-ra-nui, @kuraiarcoiris, @silverne-nonsense, @silvrash-797, @insertsomthinawesome, @breezy-cheezy, @doctorbluesmanreturns, @scarlettediscord, @whyoneartheven, @liamket

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I kinda like your chronicles of the domain story thing if you wanna do something with that for the prompt event. thx!

(@silvrash-797 this one’s for you ❤️)

Link was sick.

It wasn't anything too alarming, Abel told himself repeatedly. The chidl had a stuffed nose, a bit of a fever, and a wretched cough. Captain Tomall had assigned Abel to guard the Hylian quarters to help him care for his boy, which the young knight greatly appreciated. He spent the morning with Link in his arms, comforting the poor child, who was quite miserable with his situation. Abel's touch wasn't as gentle as Tilieth's, but his soft words of encouragement and love seemed to help either way.

He pointedly ignored the fear in his heart, like a tiny needle trying to undo him. He pointedly didn't think about how Tilieth had been sick before their departure, how Link maybe somehow had it now. But that couldn't be the case - it had been two weeks since they'd left Hateno, after all.

Still, Link coughed and moaned, and Abel worried.

Ekan, Abel's teammate in guard duty today, offered to take care of everything so Abel could just rest with his son. Abel was somewhat annoyed with the offer - Ekan was by far the weakest fighter in the group, and he did not take his duty as seriously, so leaving him in charge would be a disaster. Although the man had a good heart, Abel didn't trust the Zora enough to leave protecting Hylians up to Ekan alone.

It was strange, though. Having spent roughly a week here now, Abel was... not entirely sure what to make of the Zora. He'd heard of them, of course - a mysterious and elegant race of water loving people, with strange appearances, beautiful aesthetic, and strong magic.

When they'd been briefed for this mission, they had all been told briefly of the political landscape, at least enough for them to grasp the importance of protecting their ambassador, Cilda. The Domain and Hyrule had clashed in the past, though not too recently. Nevertheless, tensions remained high, and trust low. The late Zora Queen had not liked Hyrule much, but with her death the Queen of Hyrule saw a new opportunity to establish good relations with the heir apparent, Dorephan.

Dorephan. The man had been kind enough when Abel had met him. But he could also very clearly see distrust and disdain in the upcoming king's advisors, and it made him wary.

He hoped everything would go well, though. If nothing else, for Link's sake. The boy had really started taking a liking to some Zora children, and had even interacted with the little princess, Mipha. Abel wasn't entirely sure how appropriate that was, and tried to keep it to a minimum, but he couldn't control his son while he was on duty, much as he tried.

None of that really mattered now, though. Not with Link being sick.

Speaking of the Zora, however, one of the little Zora children did stop by to ask if Link could play. Rivan, if Abel recalled correctly. The little boy was greatly disappointed when he heard Link was ill, and he asked that Abel pass along message to get better soon because we were gonna go see Ploymous Mountain (to which Abel pointed out that children should not be wandering to random mountains by themselves since he hardly knew the terrain or how dangerous this area was).

As Abel checked on his little boy in the afternoon, having left him in bed to rest, he found the child clutching his cow plushie and sniffling. The knight's heart twisted a little at the sight of it, and he knelt down to be at eye level with the child.

"Feeling any better?" he asked quietly, gently brushing hair away from the boy's face.

"My head hurts," Link whined, voice breaking halfway through the sentence.

Sympathy tugged at the man's heart, and he leaned in to kiss the child before saying, "It'll get better, son. Drink some water and rest, okay? I'll be back with dinner."

He felt a little bad for leaving the child, but to be fair, he'd carried him around with him most of the morning. As much as he loved Link, he didn't need to coddle him too much. The boy would have to learn to become more independent someday. Abel found himself constantly debating how to go about doing that - Tilieth would treat him like a baby all the way up to his adolescence if she could, but Abel didn't agree with that. But he also didn't think it was fair to just throw the boy into the world as he himself had been, forced to parent his little sister, forced to run the house when their mother deteriorated and passed away.

He'd comforted Link plenty today, right? And he would tell him a bedtime story with dinner. He couldn't be with the boy all day. He hadn't been their entire stay here.

But Link was sick. And Abel was worried.

He sighed heavily, returning to his post, ignoring Ekan's gaze. When his teammate tried to start conversation, hand restlessly running over his dark cornrows on his head, Abel tried not to be too snippy in response. There was nothing wrong with Ekan trying to be friendly; Abel simply was too stressed to play along.

The next day, Link's fever finally seemed to break, giving Abel immense relief. Captain Tommell mentioned that there would be some sort of serious meeting between the heir apparent and their diplomat, Cilda, and many Zora officials would be there, meriting tighter security. Abel hadn't really seen the soon-to-be-king since his initial meeting with him - most of Cilda's interactions were with Zora officials beneath him, after all. This was important.

Which meant he would be assigned to guard her. And Link would be alone, sick.

Abel swallowed his remorse on the matter. Duty was duty. He spent breakfast in his room with Link.

"I'm going to be guarding the diplomats today, son," he explained gently. "I asked Sir Ekan to make sure you're okay."

"Braids soldier?"

Abel's mouth twisted a little in amusement. "You have to learn their names, Link. They're our... our friends here."

"But I don't want Braids Soldier," Link whined. "I want you, Papa."

Abel sighed. "Sometimes we can't get what we want, Link. Our duty always has to come first, remember? Others are relying on me, too. You're safe here. Our ambassador is not."

Link hugged Mrs. Moo more tightly, lip wobbling, but he nodded. Abel smiled proudly at it. His little boy would be a good soldier someday, and he told him as much before kissing his forehead and steeling himself for a long day. Link was on the mend, though, so no matter what, it would be fine.

And it was fine. Until the next day, when Abel woke up with a runny nose and a headache.

He groaned. Of course I got it too.

Whatever this obnoxious feverish nightmare was, it was clearly contagious. He prayed it didn't spread to the other soldiers. Goddess, what if he passed it on to the captain, or the ambassador?

Link wiggled in the bed a little, clearly far more energized, jumping up and down in excitement. "Papa! Papa I'm feeling better! Papa, look!"

Abel swallowed, feeling his throat scrape against itself, raw and swollen. He mustered a smile, nodding. "That's good, son. Maybe you can go play with your friends today?"

Link nodded eagerly.

The little one's smile fell, however, when Abel started coughing harshly as he stood.

"Papa?" he asked, beady eyes wide with worry.

"I'm okay," Abel assured him, pointedly ignoring the look from their roommate, Norri.

When he coughed again, though, world spinning slightly as his head pounded, Link immediately shifted uncomfortably. "Papa, you're not okay."

"Link--"

"Papa, you're sick!"

"It's okay, son."

Link's eyes were filled with tears, and Abel was almost baffled at the reaction. Surely he couldn't look that ill, right?

"I made you sick," Link whimpered.

Oh.

"No," Abel hastily tried to appease him. "No, sweet child. It--I got this from--from Norri."

His roommate's expression grew affronted, and the younger knight huffed, freshening up and stepping out of the room.

Link seemed a little less horrified, but no less worried.

"Son," Abel said gently, picking him up and kissing him. "I'm a grown up. When we get sick we're okay. We don't really get all that sick. My body's bigger and stronger, so I can handle it, okay? I'll be fine."

Settling him on the ground, he nudged him along. "Go eat some breakfast. I'll be out shortly."

When he stepped out into the hall, he nearly jumped to the ceiling when Norri materialized beside him, saying, "I am not pretending to be sick just to assuage your child's worries. Unlike you, I am dedicating all my energy into doing my duty."

Abel's patience wasn't what it should have been. Not with as ill as he was feeling. Instead of taking the words with a neutral expression, he snapped, "Don't take my care for my child as shirking my duty. You know nothing of responsibility until you have someone in your care. Some of us aren't self centered brats who wish to climb the ranks."

He really should have held his tongue. Especially since Norri had occasionally tried to look out for him. The man wasn't a bad person, just... immature. He had his opinions about Link's presence, and Abel bristled at it. It wasn't as if he himself weren't aware of the inconvenience having a four-year-old caused; he didn't need it rubbed in.

Before Abel could retract his words, their superior arrived to corral them into the den and hand out their assignments. Abel would be with the ambassador alongside the captain and, of course, Norri.

Great. This was going to be a great day. Abel held back another coughing fit as he said his goodbye to Link and told him they would spar in the evening. Ekan, kindhearted as he was, promised he would keep an eye on Link and told Abel to take care of himself.

Goddess, how obvious was this illness? Abel felt miserable but he thought he was hiding it fairly well.

Well. Until he wasn't.

It wasn't entirely his fault. But he supposed that didn't matter. Lack of food and water mixed with whatever was tearing his body apart, and it turned into the perfect storm.

At least Abel managed to excuse himself from the meeting hall and made it into some innocuous corner before the dark edges of his vision caught up to the rest of him.

He wasn't entirely sure how long he'd passed out, but the sunlight didn't seem to have moved too much when he awoke. His shoulder ached--he must have hit it when he fell--but thankfully his helmet protected his head from any major impact. Now he just needed to find some water and get back to his post.

Shakily, Abel pulled himself to his feet, leaning heavily against the wall, when he realized he was being watched.

He reached for his blade automatically, feeling far too vulnerable, but a strong voice said, "Steady, Hylian. I don't mean you any harm. You're hardly a threat in your state, anyway."

Abel bristled a little at the implication of his ineptitude, but he sheathed his sword nonetheless. He didn't need to cause a diplomatic incident. The Zora in question was a sergeant, Seggin, who was known for his pride and prowess in battle. He was head of all the Zora military as well, which made this particularly unnerving.

Abel was exposing himself as a weak link in the Hylian forces, and he hated it. He wasn't entirely sure how to get himself out of this situation, so he just tried to stand tall and proud and strong, despite having just passed out.

"Hylians are so delicate, aren't they?" Seggin continued, walking towards him with his arms crossed. "Your kind live such short lives. You hardly understand anything of how the world works, and I wouldn't exactly call your people capable. How Hylia favored your race is beyond me."

Abel steeled himself for a fight, face carefully neutral so as not to be the one to start it, but more than willing to end it.

Seggin sighed before reaching for something and holding it out. "Drink. Get back what little strength your feeble Hylian body can muster. I'll not have you dying in my prince's halls and causing a problem."

As much as he wanted to punch the sergeant, Abel opted to just take the offered water flask and drink. He also promised himself to spar somewhere public when he was feeling better so as to prove this sergeant wrong.

With a nod of thanks, he made his way back to the meeting hall, ignoring Seggin's watchful eye as the sergeant also walked there. The two had a silent face off the rest of the day, sizing each other up, though Seggin hardly seemed concerned by Abel.

When the young Hylian knight returned to the barracks, he felt absolutely wretched, but he tried to put it aside as Link eagerly asked about sparring and talked about his day. Abel indulged the boy, wanting to also stretch and fight as well, and the two went at it briefly with wooden training swords. Link's prowess still surprised Abel, and honestly, with as sick as he felt, the child genuinely did almost defeat him.

Honestly, the joy of seeing his boy's abilities really did make him feel better. As he undressed from his armor, he felt his trousers get tugged and looked down to see Link holding a tray of food and what looked like five glasses of water.

"I brought dinner," he said, holding the tray up as proof.

"I... already ate," Abel replied, confused. "Remember? I had dinner with you."

"But it wasn't enough, Papa!" Link argued. "And you need water when you're sick."

Abel sighed heavily. There was little point in arguing with the child, so he nibbled on the offered food, ignoring Norri as he entered the room.

Link watched him uncertainly, holding his plushie tightly. When Abel smiled at him, he held the toy out hesitantly. "Do... do you want Mrs. Moo?"

Abel tried not to choke on his water. "W-why?"

"She helps," Link explained seriously. "When you weren't there she made me feel better because she's from you and Mama."

Abel lost his appetite in a heartbeat, guilt gnawing at his insides. He swallowed, putting the tray down on his lap. "I... sure, Link. Thank you."

Link smiled eagerly, taking the tray and putting it on the nightstand before handing Mrs. Moo to his father. Then he started fussing over Abel, insisting he tuck him in (and pat his cheeks with his grubby little hands, and goddess if it didn't take all of Abel's willpower not to laugh at the silly child). When Abel's pillow was fluffed, blanket pulled up to his chin, and Mrs. Moo secured snugly in his arms, Link was finally satisfied.

Abel smiled as his sweet boy crawled under the blankets to snuggle with him. Mrs. Moo smelled like soggy cloth and spilled food, and he noted he should probably wash the thing in the morning. His headache didn't seem to pound quite as much with some water, and the general ache that had been creeping through his body wasn't enough to keep him from trying to get comfortable.

In the end, Link's care was far more healing than anything else, and Abel felt his heart warm as he fell asleep that night.

[readingismyhobby24]

Silly Game Time: What are 3 things that can reliably make you smile?

(CHALLENGE EDITION, IF YOU WANT IT: Use a random letter generator for all 3, and think of something that begins with those letters which makes you smile reliably.)

One specific thing that always makes me happy is my mutuals! So I thought it would be fun if I used a random letter generator and then tagged all my mutuals from those three letters. But this applies to ALL my mutuals!

You all are so amazing and kind and wonderful and I'm so thankful for all of you! You always make me smile and I appreciate that so much 🩷🩷🩷

The three letters that were randomly generated are S, H, and C! (Technically I got S twice, but we're going to ignore that lol)

@sunfloo-wers, @seaotter-17, @stqrmyskies, @shallow145, @silvrash-797, @sketchy-potato, @snowymountain, @somer-writes, @starwolfie, and @summaryscar (I did not realize I had so many mutuals with this letter lol)

@hero-of-the-wolf, @horsecrazy93, @huh-1260, and @hyruledwarriorr

@callmecreative, @cassieisinthebasementt, @crazylittlejester, and @craftforce

I love you all!!! Thank you so much always making me smile! I really appreciate that! You all are so sweet and wonderful 🫶🫶🫶

[milkyplier]

This is a Link y’all aren’t familiar with but he’d take all the forks, all left socks but one, all the hand towels, all the pens and pencils and leave crayons in their place. Also, all the glass cups. There’s something just. Wrong. About drinking water from a mug.

Linked Universe writers @skyward-floored @skyloftian-nutcase @zarvasace @tashacee @breannasfluff @smilesrobotlover @bonus-links @linderosse y'all have some of my favorite AUs, what are your Links/Zeldas stealing?

I'm actually really excited to see what everyone else comes up with so (no pressure!) @thepinklink @theecholegend @ladye-zelda @akchimp75 @bluevaractyl @ajscico @hotcheetohatredwastaken @alasse-earfalas @arecaceae175 @bokettochild @ryssbelle and anyone else I missed can feel free to add on!

[pelicanpig]

Word Ask Game

Rules: You are given a word - share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of that word!

Thank you @mistresslrigtar for tagging me 😊 (I love tag games! They're an outlet my tendency to ramble endlessly about things I really love). My word is SWORD! All sentences from the current WIP chapter of On My Honor.

S - Sliding silently inside, he quickly locked the door behind him.

W - "Where are you going so fast?" A hand grabbed Link's shoulder, jerking him to a halt.

O - "Only one way to know for sure," Link said.

R - "Right." They never would, though, Link already knew.

D - Distantly, the clock in the center of town chimed the late hour, and a surge of panic told him he needed to leave, and he needed to leave now, but his feet were fixed to the floor.

As for tagging others, I'm not sure who has already played, but I would love to hear from @poposusz, @silvrash-797, @amelias-zelda-calamity-quintet, or @fan-girls-r-us with the word LOVE (in honor of my love ❤️ for you all!)

[milkyplier]

It struck me the other day to draw my Hurricane “daughters” :) So here they are, as they appear to me in my minds eye. @theecholegend on the left, and @silvrash-797 on the right :3

[cheetzzlol]

uumm, hi! This is my first ever actual post on tumblr so, I ain't really expecting anyone to see this, but alas.

About a year ago, I asked had asked for @skyward-floored and @silvrash-797's help on a fic I was writing. I did finish it! It just took me until now to build up the courage to share it with the internet.

The fic was made based on @zarvasace's lu prompt generator, with the prompts in question being "Emotional Baggage - Warriors & Four - Werecreatures AU".

The fic has 945 words - a pretty short ready.

The warnings I must give before proceeding are: Some level of body horror (not Too explicit, but you know, transmutation is gonna be a bit painful); Mention of blood; Warriors may be suffering from PTSD. Maybe. I wasn't thinking that hard when I wrote this TvT. And, of course, there's me not really knowing how to handle an "advice type" conversation and doing what I thought was best + this being one of the very first fics I ever wrote so it's gonna be a lill janky. If there's anything else you might think requires a warning that I didn't catch, please let me know!

  He hadn’t meant to. He truly hadn’t! But the stress building up throughout the fight coupled with the unnatural amount of dark magic of the Champion’s Hyrule hadn’t helped his case.

  In the end, he couldn’t resist the pull of the beast within.

  It had crawled and twisted its way thru muscle and bone, sharpening teeth, turning nails into claws and forcing fur to grow in gold and scarlet. He could barely be called hylian at that point.

  Although, perhaps he’d lost that title a long time ago.

  The lion had already taken care of most of the monsters when he’d regained control of his mind again. 

  His siblings had looked at him: A mix of confusion and apprehension painted their features, but all that his feline eyes could see was horror - the horror of soldiers who’d almost lost their lives to their newly cursed captain - and so, he ran away.

  And now he found himself lost somewhere in the middle of a random forest in Wild’s enormous Hyrule, halfway between beast and hylian.

  Bruises and scratches cut thru skin and blood stained his fur and clothes. He had no potion in him, but thankfully his cursed regeneration had closed the wounds quickly, leaving no time for infection or blood loss.

  In the quietness of his mental turmoil, his not-quite-feline-not-quite-hylian ears picked at the sound of bushes behind him.

  As he turned - claws half drawn as his hands flew towards his sword and shield - a streak of a golden color adorning a diminutive stature popped out of the leaves, lowering Wars’ guard.

  That was Four. His sibling.

  The smithy’s eyes shimmered in relief as they - by some miracle - recognized his form. A light show of four vibrant colors played within their irises, held inside by a golden halo.

  “Wars! Thank the Force you’re safe!-” They exclaimed,  working their way closer to the war captain.

  “-We’ve been looking for you for hours now. Do you need healing?” Four questioned. Closely inspecting the bruises and bloodied scars that laid across fur and skin.

  “No, it’s closed already… Thank you.” Wars answered. Voice raspy and awkward. Typical of this in-between state, yet no less unpleasant.

  If there was any self loathing showing on his face, the smithy, kindly, didn’t voice it.

  “Sure..” Four answered, the colors in their irises slowing down to a display of only green and violet as they continued to inspect him.

  “Well, if you're okay then we should start heading back to camp. Everyone’s been pretty worried about you.” They continued. Voice with an undertone of open invite for conversation.

  The war captain knew well that their next plan of action should be regrouping, but the crippling shame of his actions - the hypocrisy he'd shown - served to break his sensible resolve and, against his own principles yet again this day, The captain found himself asking: “How.. How do you do it?”

  “How do I do what?” Four asked him back. Eyes shifting to a curious vermilion, tho still bearing a lilac caution.

  “The whole ‘four were-beasts at once’ thing.. How do you manage that?” He explained. The quick realization that perhaps he shouldn’t have asked such a question quickly fading as his eyes laid on the smithy’s softening face. Their eyes shifted to a soft emerald as they sat beside him.

  “Well, it was.. Hard at first. Fun too, sometimes-” They said. Contemplative, mossy green eyes looked somewhere far away “-But when you just want to live a normal life, it can get a bit annoying.”

  The captain could scoff at that. Tell me about it..

  “And though I could just tell you it was ‘all the work of time and nothing else’, the reality is, it took a lot more than that.” Cerulean blue fixed on a tree with determination while pine green filled it with understanding.

  “It took another adventure, and then another after it and one more. It took patience and it took courage. The thing is: These forms aren’t just forms. They’re their own living beings at times and if you want them to cooperate, you need to befriend them.”

  Their eyes had now been fully consumed by the ocean. They fixed on the same tree still, more assertive and sure than anything outside of battle.

  “That isn’t easy. It wasn’t for me and it won’t be for you. But, if you want your lion to be on your side, you’ll need to be willing to let it come to you. And it will take a lot of time for anything to come out of it, but you’ll need to hold on for it. Else it’ll consume you whole.” Deep blue eyes now fixed at the skies above, daring it to deny their statement. It didn’t, but the sun was kind enough to inform them of the approaching night fall.

  “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try..” The seasoned war hero responded at long last. Shame still clung to him like a lifeline, but he found solace in his now fully hylian form.

  After a minute or two of comfortable silence between them, Four asked: “Ready to go back to camp now, Cap’?” Vivid green blossomed within navy blue, followed by cherry red as the first overtook both irises.

  “Can’t stay here forever can we?” Wars stood on his feet as he extended a hand to Four. The smithy in question took it only a second after. Rose fully encompassed both eyes with a playful glint behind them.

  Sure enough, they soon found themselves in a game of tag as they ran their way back to camp.