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I was going to ignore that person. I really was. I blocked them. (Fun fact: first person i blocked for this blog!) Then came back to reply to this.

They complained about Ravioli being the "pre-approved" couple because Jojo said their comic is strictly platonic. Ao3 has 576 Link/Link fics, starting from before LU started. Also, people were shipping Ravio/Link WAY before LU too. In fact, the earliest Ao3 fic was from roughly 4 1/4 months after their game released.

(I would've replied with that to the guy if I didn't want to risk death threats in my inbox for stating facts.)

well. we need to post more ravioli in the LU tag now to say fuck you to one guy in particular!

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Sky and Girahim meeting again in the Era's war

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A redraw

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"You're not getting away, Worm. I'm a tough nut to crack."

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I am

So sorry

I couldn't resist

I had to XD

(Au/art/and characters belongs to @zelda-the-sacred-realm)

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I read a post about someone's own Linkverse AU and how they made Sky the leader over Time. (Which I love so much.) Then there's me: BotW/TotK Link (Champion) is the oldest in my own AU.

(Shameless self-plug time: If you're interested in staying up to date on how Champion deals with being the oldest out of four traumatized heroes, feel free to check out Cracks in Our Timelines AU right here on Tumblr.

DISCLAIMER: I am only going off YouTube gameplay footage, wikias, and generally accepted headcanons as my disabilities make those types of games near impossible for me to play.)

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Wild actually isn't gay, but there's no way he'd pass up the opportunity for a good joke.

Source: asdfmovie 13

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🎶little bunny Legend, hopping down my dashboard, picking up the brainrot and shoving it in my head🎶

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This is the friendly suggestion for LoZ and LU fans to go read the Twilight Princess manga to learn of the implications the Hero of Time/Time had an allegedly god slaying sword other than the Master Sword, was possibly sealed with it as the Hero's Shade, and was mistaken for a death god by the Hero of Twilight/Twilight once he pulled it out in a dare.

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Contrasting traits!

Twilight & Time:

Tall and muscled, very strong, tattooed, generally intimidating af. Actually sweethearts that love animals and nature, helpful, kind, very polite.

Wild Hyrule and Wind:

Ball of sunshine, energetic and youthful. Feels like needs to be protected at all costs. In reality knows a lot of horrors. Absolutely can and will kill a man without hesitation.

Sky

Cinnamon roll, soft, always sleepy in the day. Is also the God slayer™, full of rage, and the biggest god damn insomniac in the group.

Four

Seems to be rational and coolheaded, well put-together. Literally is four idiots in a trench coat, with four times the normal impulsions that usually cancel each other out.

Legend and Warriors

Distrustful and guarded, almost arrogant, puts a lot of effort in their appearance. Actually cares way too much to be healthy, absolutely terrified of showing weakness. Living space is an absolute mess, the presentable look is a damn big lie. Will blame roommate (Ravio& Linkle) for the mess.

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Hi!! shinobi-addiction here! (This isn't my main blog and i try to keep all my blogs separate, so i usually just put the url of the sideblog i want to be associated with otherwise. Would it be possible to tag shinobi-addiction in the answer? Thank you in advance!)

I've been reading your fanfics on Ao3 and I see your posts all the time while in the LU tags here on Tumblr. And I just needed to let you know something.

The "Warriors and Oranges" thing is officially rotting my brain as well. I'm listening to an Animal Crossing New Horizons Let's Play on YouTube right now. They literally just had to say the word "oranges" (obviously not in LU context) and my head whipped up so fast because my mind immediately went to your fics.

@shinobi-addiction ALSDKDKD AAAAH I’m glad you like my fics :)

I honestly can’t believe the oranges thing has gotten this big but the oranges haunt me too alskkdkd every time I see them I’m reminded of LU

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A Brother's Support

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A collab between me and @cockismybusiness! My lines and her lovely coloring! This was based on a panel from a @linkeduniverse comic which we all love so much!!! My own colored version will be coming soon.

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Here it is! The fairy Time fic I promised. Be warned, it is extremely fluffy

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It is a quiet night.

Time is always grateful for those. They are in short supply on this journey, too often interrupted by the rise of the cursed Blood Moon or an outburst of beasts from under the cover of foliage. But tonight, the moon is tranquil and golden and the surrounding bushes and trees conceal nothing except chattering critters.

The heroes have settled around the fire, and are trading lazy quips. The occasional tale sneaks in between them, which quickly becomes a competition to see who has endured the more exciting experience. 

Time doesn’t normally make a habit of joining in. He is content to remain just outside the conversation, close enough to comment if necessary, but far enough to merely listen. Such peace and joy are precious things – as precious as every moment spent by Malon’s side – and they surround him like a warm blanket.  

Tonight, however, that wonderful feeling is making it rather difficult to remain awake. 

It doesn’t help that the healing spells he had cast in the aftermath of today’s battle have left him feeling drained. With the traveler down and their potions used up, he had had little choice but to act. And he doesn’t regret it in the least. But that doesn’t negate the fact that healing magic has never been his strong suit.

Every fae possesses the power, yet not all have the strength to employ it in such a measure as he had today. Healing is a delicate act. It requires attentiveness and care, dedication and focus. He had poured all of that and more into his spells, used his heart and mind, his soul to heal his brothers’ wounds and save their lives. And in the moments afterward…had collapsed. 

He is fortunate his brothers had been there to catch him. Too many times before he learned his limit, this weakness had spelled his doom. He has scars on his wings to prove it.

Still, he is practically useless, even now after the impromptu nap. He feels dried up and hollowed out, limbs heavy with the same exhaustion that drags his eyelids downward. And though he would normally protest at least a little at the prospect of staying in his current position, he cannot dredge up the will to do so.

So, here he remains, curled up on his side on Wind’s lap, Warriors’ scarf a silken cocoon about his body, one giant wing draped over him like a comforter. 

He shifts with a small sigh. The sailor giggles, ever amazed at his fairy form, and reaches out to run a finger over Time’s wings. He is gentle, careful in every movement. Still, Time is a bit surprised at the lack of the fear that usually bubbles up whenever anyone touches him in this form.

He has had too many injuries, too many close calls with death or worse. They have made him wary. But he trusts the sailor. Wind is nothing if not kind. 

He is safe here. 

The knowledge hits him harder than any monster blow.

You are safe here.

Something breathtakingly warm wells up in him at that thought, similar to the feeling he has been basking in since he awakened, yet unique all the same.

“Alright, old man?” A soft voice asks, now, and Time pries open the eye he hadn’t even registered closing. Warriors grins down at him. 

Time’s soft hum quickly dissolves into a blissful sigh as the captain tucks him more securely into his bed of softness. He allows his eye to slide shut again, his body to relax more fully. He allows the sensations and sounds to envelop him, surround him in warmth and comfort. To pull him down into blessed darkness once more.

“He’s adorable like this,” Wind says, his noisy whisper breaking through the haze. Another giddy giggle bursts forth from him like gurgling water. 

“He is, isn’t he?” It’s Twilight now. Time can imagine the dirt-eating grin on his face, the same one that spreads across Malon’s when she beats him in yet another race around the pasture. “Though I doubt he wants us calling him that.”

There’s a pause, then in a disapproving whisper-yell, “and he definitely doesn’t want that. Put that slate of yours away, champion!”

There is the distinct sound of a camera snapping a photograph. Laughter ripples through the group like the wind through the trees. 

“When he kills you all, don’t come running to me,” Twilight says, though there’s laughter in his voice too.

Traitors, Time thinks, lazily, all of them.

“Oh, come on, Twi. Look at him! He wouldn’t hurt us! Not like this anyway.”

“Then, you haven’t gotten a good look at his wings,” Legend pipes up, drily. “They’ve got eyes on them, you know.”

“Ooh.” Time can feel Wind’s breath ghosting him as the boy leans down to get a closer look. “I wonder if they make up for the one he lost. I’ll bet he can see us through ‘em!”

If Time wasn’t quite so tired (or finding this quite so exasperatingly comical) he would correct that assumption. But then again, what’s the harm in allowing a little rumor like that to spread and strike some healthy fear into the hearts of his would-be blackmailers? 

“Come on guys.” Warriors’ voice rises above the hushed clamor of the others, all bickering about Time’s ability, or lack thereof to watch them through his wings. “He’s exhausted. Let him sleep.”

The heroes try to quiet, though their efforts are about as successful as Time suspected they would be. Whispers and barely stifled laughter continue to weave their way gallantly through the night.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

…though a few more telltale clicks of Wild’s slate cement his decision to play a prank on him as soon as he regains his strength. 

“He’s so small,” someone murmurs, now as the hubbub begins to subside, sleepiness getting the best of even the most energetic among them. Sky, Time’s mind slowly supplies, putting a face to the voice that wafts gently around him. “To think, he healed us all while in that form…”

“Something you get to know very quickly about Sprite is that size doesn’t bother him,” Warriors replies, fondness in his tone. “Even as a kid, he could take out groups of monsters much larger than what we faced today.”

Sky chuckles, soft and almost sad. Time is too far gone to decipher why. 

But he can’t deny the sudden rush of warmth when the chosen hero whispers, “thank you…little one.” And when, in the next moment, Sky ghosts a finger over the very tip of his wings, Time is unafraid beneath his touch. 

He drifts off not long afterward to the sound of tired murmurs, the crackling of the campfire, and a soft song played upon an ocarina, the notes drifting up toward the moon.

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all these posts theorizing lu malon being pregnant . i have something better

(art cr linkeduniverse)

TIME is pregnant . that letter is his doctor's results

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Peak comedy

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marcille, confronted with boiled mushroom: ewwwww it was just up and walking arooouuuund

marcille, confronted with her best friend's skeleton: [etching an evil necromantic circle into the ground] the concepts of "right" and "wrong" were crafted by empires of men to shackle and puppet us