#lu kiddos

[merriclo]

i love the idea that Wild is a big brother to basically all of the kids in his Hyrule. it’s such a good heacanon that i never see utilized.

[thepinklink]

I got those sketch request from your grandkids LOL! You'll be happy to know that Legend appears to be their favorite, too! I have one request for Legend+Time+a cat/remlit, and one with Legend drawing while Wind watches

Thanks Mama Plink! ❤️❤️❤️

Cue Legend launching into a wild and exciting story about the time he slayed a dragon as big as Hyrule Castle (Wind knows it might be exaggerated but he believes every word anyway)

There they are!!!! I hope they like them, tell my grandbabies I said Happy Birthday!!! 💕💕💕💕 XD hehehehehehehee

[jinxedruby]

Febuwhump Day Eighteen: Too weak to move

Featuring Twilight and some others.

Heads up for major injury in this one (primarily descriptions of pain, not the wound itself).

AO3

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Every step Epona took drove shards of agony through the wound in Twilight’s leg. He clutched the saddle’s horn so tightly that his hands began to cramp, taking slow, even breaths through his nose. The conversation of the others slurred together in a jumble of sounds and syllables drifting past his ears. He let out another slow breath, narrowing his eyes against the onslaught of dizziness. His left pant leg had been rolled up above his knee, boot removed to make way for the bandages wound around his leg. This left his leg feeling cold, bare toes dangling beside the stirrup.

He blinked, slow and languid, suppressing a full-body shiver that attempted to wrack through him. The sun glared through the branches overhead, piercing his eyes and making his head pound. Epona stepped in a shallow dip in the path. She bounced as she regained her footing, jostling Twilight in the process. The motion zipped through his leg, exploded in the teeth marks wrapping around his calf. Lightheadedness flooded over him, the world tumbling in vertical circles.

He suddenly found himself on the ground, shoulder sparking with pain as he lay crumpled on his side.

“Rancher!”

Wild appeared in front of him, crouching down. The champion’s long blond hair bled into the blue of his tunic, the colors swirling together and making Twilight dizzy. He closed his eyes with a soft groan, involuntarily twitching at the pain pounding in his temples. That only made the stabbing in his leg worse and he winced, biting his lip.

“Rancher?” another concerned voice called, dirt crunching underneath several sets of boots. Blissful darkness fell over him as someone else crouched by him. Time’s deep rumbling voice washed over him but he couldn’t parse the words. Another thinner voice, Wild’s, responded before someone gently pushed Twilight’s shoulder and rolled him onto his back. A hand grasped his shoulder and shook. He peeled his eyelids apart, Wild’s and Time’s faces swimming into view above him. Time’s mouth moved and it took a moment before Twilight’s brain processed what he said.

“-me? Rancher?” Time asked, brow pinched.

Twilight tried to speak, exhaling and attempting to attach words to his breath. “Wh… happ’ned?”

“You passed out,” Wild replied with a slight shake to his voice as Time looked to the side. Twilight tried to follow the old man’s gaze but found he couldn’t lift his head. “Fell off your horse.”

Twilight’s gaze slid over to Wild. “Oh.”

The bandages on his leg began peeling away and he hissed through his teeth, trying to jerk it back. Dizziness slammed into him, wrapping around his throat as a vice gripped his head. The bandages tugged away from his leg, plucking from the puncture wounds. It felt as if the bandages were being replaced with knives and he yelped, managing to yank his leg back and curl it against his torso.

“-cher, Rancher, it’s okay, he’s just checking your wound!” Wild called, grabbing Twilight’s hand and squeezing it. Twilight heard the words and tried to relax, focusing on Wild’s thumb rubbing back and forth along the back of his hand. Gentle hands grabbed his ankle and the back of his knee, guiding his leg out straight. Twilight felt a single tug of the bandages before dipping out of consciousness again.

“-won’t help-“ Someone spoke as he came around, still staring up at the sky through the trees, Wild still holding his hand. “-infected- only close th-“

Twilight tuned out the words, funneling all his focus into taking steadying breaths. He realized his lying there only slowed everyone down. He tried to count the seconds between breaths, but they spiraled together with the sounds and blobs of color around him, combining into an indecipherable mess. Something squeezed his leg, stabbing shards of glass into his flesh and digging in deep. He felt himself let out a cry but the sound drowned in the muddle of sensations. The stinging pressure on his leg eased after a few moments and the whipping of the world around him calmed just enough for the sensations to separate out again. Voices spoke in his ears, pitched in question. He tried to look around, tried to figure out what was said. Another pitch of a question and he just groaned, eyes falling shut. Hushed words, hands under his shoulders, gravity tilting as he was lifted upright. One arm slipped behind his knees and he abruptly realized that meant someone was preparing to pick him up.

He shifted as best he could, dropping his hands and finding the ground. He planted his good foot and struggled to push himself up. The voices rose around him, more hands appearing at his shoulders and back. He tried to shake them off. Injury or not, he could pull his own weight. Then a violent shiver coursed through him, sapping away any strength he had left. Gravity grasped at him, pulling him to the side. He fell against something warm with a sigh, muscles no longer obeying him and going limp. Frustration buzzed in his teeth and he struggled against his own body, fighting to at least open his eyes. Arms tightened around his back and knees before the ground fell away. Needles jabbed into his leg and he slipped once again into darkness.

He woke to a steady bobbing motion. He tried to open his eyes, head filling with cotton and a numbing fluid. The chest pressed against his side burned and yet he shivered, the movement turning to one of pain as the needles twisted around in his leg. His throat moved with a shallow intake of air, nausea prodding against the underside of his chin.

The heart beneath his ear thudded at a quick pace, but the pulsing rhythm calmed him nonetheless. Another voice spoke beside him, tone small and guilty. His brow furrowed as he attempted to piece his memory together, trying to figure out what the apology was for. The thicket a couple days ago. Something clamping around his leg. Him pushing the smith out of the way. Or had that happened first? He remembered the giant orange and black carnivorous plant poised above him as he lay on the ground, its teeth dripping with his blood. Better his leg than Four’s torso. He sighed, boneless in the man’s hold. Not your fault. He tried to lace the words into the exhale. He couldn’t tell if he succeeded or not. The man holding him spoke again and Twilight finally realized it was Time – when had he taken his armor off? His chest rumbled against Twilight’s side as he spoke, soft words brushing against Twilight’s ear. Almost there, he thought he heard. You’ll be okay.

Another shiver, another blaze of pain. Darkness enveloped him like a blanket.

[peachssodapop]

How would the kiddos react to one of wild pulling a your life is worth more than mine and sacrifices himself. He gets better tho no dieing pls

I got this ask ages ago sorry anon. I've been wanting to touch on this topic with Hyrule and Legend for ages so it quickly became a comic that I kept forgetting about. Also I got bored of a bunch of their clothes so now they have different clothes

[skyward-floored]

Warriors calling the younger Links bud is something that can be so personal—

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I do think it could be potentially telling in more than one way that Holly, who is consistently shown to be the calmest, most centered of the team, is described as frantic when Kipps is stabbed.

[randomwriteronline]

A Skull Kid writer request; the Chain bringing SK with them to Lon Lon Ranch where they meet Malon

She had heard tales of them, of course. Vague ones, but still tales.

She had heard they had bark for skin and a little beak, like that of a chick - a body that clickety-clacked whenever they moved, and little mean eyes like burning amber pinpricks emerging from the shadows with an evil cackle which sounded akin to crystals shattering on the floor. She had heard of sharp claws and doll-like legs, tall straw hats and hypnotizing melodies that struck like needles coated in poison.

But she had heard also that they had soft brown feathers to hug and warm little hands to hold; that they didn't know how to kiss but liked to nuzzle cheeks, and danced happily when the wind blew just right for a silly song to play through the leaves.

She had heard they were talented flute players and better pranksters, and that they were mischievous and lively and wonderfully giggly when they were happy.

And Link now tried to coax little ashen arms to leave his leg with a smile, only for them to clasp to the front of his knees.

Under her amused eyes she watched her husband kneel down and scoop the dolly up in his arms with a soft laugh, murmuring something in a strange language as the little thing hugged his neck and buried their face within it.

"She won't bite you, you know!" the captain said, poking at the wooden forearm.

The cook turned to her to warn half-jokingly: "They might bite you, though."

That got him a light elbow in his stomach. Her husband huffed a giggle.

"Come now, sweet heart that you are," he spoke to the little marionette with a playful sweetness that nearly had her chest aching: "Say hello. Please?"

The dolly wrapped tighter around him.

"She's nice!" the young pirate assured them. "We can all vouch for that!"

"It's alright, it's alright!" Malon waved with a light cackle in her voice. She leaned her rosy face a little closer to the sylvester imp, with a lovely smile although she was half sure they could not see it: "Hello," she said first, politely.

A long grey ear twitched: the gems attached to it glimmered as the light hit them at different angles for the fraction of a second.

Very slowly the round head turned to reveal enormous orange eyes, keeping however half of their face still shyly hidden behind their shoulder. An attempt at leaving the safety of a half obscured visage was instantly rectified as they retreated in a hurry against their friend's chest, eliciting a few more kind, amused murmurs understandable only to the two of them; they made a strange noise - a grumbling mewl of sorts - and with the comfort of a wide warm hand on their back they tried again.

They had a flat nose - just nostrils, to be truthful, and they twitched once, twice, then more and more, quicker and quicker, as they sniffed curiously in her direction. They leaned further into the unknown despite their fear, careful not to so much as graze her in their exploration.

Their head tilted slightly.

“Be nice,” the young man with pink hair admonished them.

The little doll hummed.

Then they opened their wide mouth, making it appear seamlessly and suddenly on their face like a bloodless wound full of triangular teeth which reminded her of the little flags they would hang in Castletown on festivities, and said with their tinkering voice: “You smell like cows.”

A few of the men in the room groaned. Malon could swear someone had uttered something akin to an exhasperated ‘what did I just say’, which made her laugh.

“I can believe that!” she replied, grin like a bright constellation: “It’s not quite that bad, though, is it?”

The marionette had sunken back into their own shoulders, but they still smiled back: “It’s a nice smell,” they agreed timidly.

[lazuliquetzal]

Bro I have a genuine question about dotf, but do you have like a full backstory for the Link that was executed? I’m being dead serious, I’d love to learn more of his backstory, if it exists. Simply because I think it’s very interesting.

OHOHO

okay, obligatory "I subscribe to Death of the Author, this is all up to interpretation, not canon to DotF, blah blah blah et cetera"

ANYWAYS,

In my head, Dead!Link was pretty boring, tbh. Good kid, handy with a knife, worked as a guard at Hylia's Temple, very devout.

I guess I don't really have a whole detailed backstory: it's more of a vibe? Like, imagine being a loyal follower of Hylia and suddenly people are witnessing you doing dark magic and attacking people. The only person who believes you is your sister, and she's trying desperately to find proof and also figure out what's going on but you can't find any evidence in your favor. Is someone you know and trust framing you? Did Hylia forsake you? Are you possessed? The stress of that.

Dead!Aryll's story has a bit more meat. She's able to figure out the Dark World/mirror thing -- she just figures it out too late. There's a whole adventure I'm never going to write where she puts it all together, shatters every mirror she sees, fights through the entire temple-turned-cursed-dungeon/clears the maze/finds the secret execution chamber -- only to fail because she can't handle the sound of her brother's agonized screams when she's trying to smash the mirror. But that's already implied in-text so.

Oh!! New behind-the-scenes detail that I could NOT get to work: the reason why the area is cursed into becoming a salt flat?

I was inspired by photos of Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia. Originally I was gonna have that final fight on the salt-mirror, but you can't smash a salt flat haha. I loved the setting so much that I ended up keeping it anyway.

[fe-shez]

Babysitting duty

[shipping-all-ships]

Lu Ten: I'm sorry to say this, kiddos, but your father has passed away. Zuko(10): *bursts into tears* Azula(8): *shocked* How...how did father die? Lu Ten: Uhh (Flasback to Lu Ten shoving Ozai out the window) Lu Ten: Assassin. Lu Ten: With more arm strength than he thought he had.

[anicomicqueen]

Well this was originally for the Weekly Prompt on LU discord, but I broke the rules so I couldn't submit OTL T-T

Still, this took me hours going through Jojo's comics, looking for the best images, and I had so So SO much fun with this. I hope someone enjoys lol ^~^

*EDIT* (Just want to note that character art is originally from Jojo's comic @linkeduniverse, and ya should check it out if ya haven't already. All I did was search for images, collage em together, and retrace/alter a couple things because some of these kiddos were blurry blurry blurry from being blown up or they needed a slight facial expression change *cough*MalonandTimeI'mlookingatyou*cough*. Felt the need to add this note just in case some friends don't know what LU is because I never thought this'd reach more than like five maybe six people. 😅)

[ironbatpaperturtle]

How does Lucifur get close to Adam in your modern au? Does he 'coincidentally' go to the same spots as Adam does from what Lilith has told him before?

It's just Lucifur at the mall menacingly staring down adam from the food court as Adam is in some record/music store browsing albums or replacement string.

That's so funny lol. What I imagine is that Lucifer and Adam would coincidentally meet fr fr. But as time goes on Lucifer would start stalking Adam.

Wait lemme just

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Lucifer started his car, Lilith at the passenger side, fixing her makeup. Not like she needed makeup.

"I can't believe you had to meet my ex like that" Lilith sighed shutting her compact mirror.

"Hmm? I mean his fine, not that his fine, yknow, fine looking? Well he wasn't as ugly as I thought -- but uhh y'know I'm uhh . . . SUPRISED! Cause you were able to bag him or no its the other way around. How, HE, was able to bag you"

Lilith giggled "you are so cute Lucifer" Lililith dipped down, catching Lucifers lips into hers. Before they could turn the innocent kiss into a full blown make out session a loud honk was heard.

"HOW BOUT YOU MAKE A PORNO VID TOO!" The honk belonged to Lilith ex. He was in the drivers seat, the coy smirk he had made his piercings glow. He cackled before driving off.

"Ugh one of the reasons I broke up with him"

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The 2nd time Lucifer met Liliths ex was when he was getting a smoothie. Only this time he wasn't with Lilith.

"For Adam!"

"Move it, christ!" Adam cursed pushing through a crowd of people, including Lucifer. He grabbed the two smoothies, bringing it to an empty table. He proceeded to shove the straw inside then sipped, grabbed the second smoothie and did the same thing.

Maybe it was because the man had the last word when they first time met, or because he was disrespectful to his girlfriend that Lucifer found himself walking towards the man's table.

"Both of those for you? Careful, I'm pretty sure jeans have a size limit"

Adam, who was busy scrolling through his phone and sipping his first drink glared at the perpretator.

Lucifer expected an insult or a snarl but was suprised when the mans face brightened with recognition.

Adam detached from the straw with a pop. Something Lucifer didn't find attractive.

"Lilith's little boy toy? You stalking me?"

"More like your presence causing a disturbance"

"Yeah I get that a lot" Adam teased using his legs to bring a chair near Lucifer. Lucifer reluctantly sat.

"I'm feeling pretty malovelent so I'm going to give you free advice" Adam started, leaning back. "Back off kid, I know Lilith's a baddie but she's to old for you"

Lucifer's never felt more insulted. Did this guy really think he was a kid? Usually he'd feel happy that he doesn't look his age, even in his fourties he still looks like his in his prime.

"Kid?! How old do you think I am?!" Lucifer exclaimed banging his palms on the table. One of the smoothies to shake from the force, Adam steadied it with his hands.

"Jeez kid, no need to feel so butthurt, I don't know 20, 21?"

What the fuck

"For Lucifer!" Lucifer jolted at the mention of his name turning his attention at the cashier.

"Lucifer huh" Lucifer whipped his head back to Adam, the same coy smile plastered on his face. Adam stood up grabbing both of his drinks "Bye Lu-lu"

Adam turned around and walked off. Lucifer too stunned from the nickname couldn't bring himself to get the last word. Also shit that ass.

"FOR LUCIFER!"

The 3rd time Lucifer met Adam was when he was at the music store. His fiddle needed new strings. The store he frequently visits were underconstruction. So with his trusty google maps he was able to locate another music store.

He watched as Adam restocked some strings, humming to a rock song blasting from the speakers.

This time, this time he'll get the last word.

He entered and a chime was heard "What can I-- heyo kiddo here to buy strings for your violin lessons?" Adam snickered at his own joke.

"Ha! It's a fiddle not a violin asshole"

Adam snickered again, what a dweeb. "Cool kid knock yourself out"

And so, almost everyday Adam and Lucifer would coincidentally meet. Adam always getting the last word.

One day Lucifer was so frustrated with himself, especially when he visited the music store again, he didn't even know why he comes back when his usual store was done with construction, and didn't see Adam. Just a random guy named Peter.

Like what the fuck, he should be happy, he should feel happy.

Lilith must've sensed his frustrstion since she told him to get ready. For where? He doesn't know. He only knows that they were taking an uber instead of his car.

They landed at the club, something something Eden. Not that it matters. Because when they had to double check Lucifers ID to confirm his age, the only thing Lucifer remembers was Adam's teasing words.

"C'mon Luci loosen up" Lilith massaged her boyfriend's arm, "dance with me"

"Let me get us a drink first" Lucifer smiled at Lilith, detaching himself from her grip. His girlfriend was literally right there why tf was he musing about Adam. Not like the guy did anything extra ordinary, he wasn't even nice to Lucifer. All he did was tease him.

"What can I get you"

"One-- four shots vodka"

Lucifer downed the 3 and took the last one intending to give it Lilith. Tonight he'll focus on Lilith, no more thinking of her ex. He saw her dancing with a girl.

"Lucifer meet Eve!" Lilith exclaimed with a giggle, tucking a strand of hair to her ears.

Eve had wide innocent looking eyes, the countless piercings made her look off. It was like mixing two different genres together. She was a brunette, a bit off from Adam's usual brown hair but eh.

"Nice to meet you!" She exclaimed shaking the hand that wasn't holding the shot of vodka.

"My boyfriends going to play in a while, you two should watch it!"

Just in time, the lights began to dim. Fake smoke releashed from the stage

"AND NOW: EXORCISTS"

Lucifers eyes widened, on the stage was Adam, and others, but it was Adam. He was holding a guitar, wearing a black cropped shirt, leather jacket with spikes, leather pants, combat boots and a chocker. Adam was . . . Oh no.

____

When the song ended Lucifer excused himself from Lilith and Eve.

____

"Sup Lulu, you faked your ID or something" Adam snickered at his own joke. The amount of times he teases Lucifer never gets old.

Adam waited for Lilith's boy toy to give a sorry excuse for a comeback. Honestly he can't see the appeal.

"You were beautiful" and Lucifer, he doesn't even know, he doesn't know why he said it in such a love-struck voice, why he enjoyed the way Adam's blushed at the compliment. How his blush reached his ears, making the silver earrings shine.

Lucifer watched as Adam turned his head, saving face. But Lucifer kept his gaze on Adam, this time he didn't have his jacket.

He observed the belly button piercing, how his croptop was skin tight revealing the outline of nipple piercings, and when Adam turned and practically walked away, Lucifer kept his gaze on the two dimple piercings on his back.

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Anyways after that night, safe to say Lucifer would start stalking Adam, he'd also try his best to make Adam flustered again.

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I wrote this in the gym so sorry if its wacky. I JUST ARGHHH. SOMEONE PUT A COLLAR ON ME.

[femmeslash]

how good each lcb sinner would be at rolling a joint: a compendium

FAUST: it's either perfect because she's a genius or bad. either way she just looks at everyone else like this is what she meant to do. like when a dog gets stuck somewhere and just stands there with their head through a lawn chair or whatever like they're just fine with it. that's faust with her godawful joint.

YI SANG: it's average. it's passable. it's not great, but you can smoke it.

HEATHCLIFF: slightly better than yi sang, but he might get performance anxiety from people watching him, in which case he messes up one thing and smashes the weed against the table and crumples the paper around it like THERE'S YOUR FUCKIN SPLIFF MATE. FUCK OFF I'M NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN

ISHMAEL: usually vapes or uses a pipe (picked this up from queequeg) but will take a stab at it. like yi sang, it's fine. it's okay.

RYOUSHUU:

MEURSAULT: so precise it looks machine-rolled. it's technically sound but it's not fun the way some of the others are

RODION: masterful at any and all weed activities. this is the woman you want to smoke with.

SINCLAIR: doesn't know what he's doing so rodya is showing him. it's half decent for his first time and rodya's like "hey good job kiddo!" and sinclair is like "...? :D" then he takes one hit and gets really scared.

GREGOR: rodya tries to give him an out because he only has one hand, but he probably hand-rolled cigarettes during the war. so he's like "well hold on" and rolls a pretty good one-handed joint using his bug arm as leverage. it's actually kind of impressive. rodya starts cheering and clapping

HONG LU: starts by taping two rolling papers together to fit an absolutely massive amount of weed and has no idea that it's, like, a lot. hong lu will create something that will fucking kill you.

DON QUIXOTE: My comrades! Prepare to feast thine eyes upon talent heretofore unseen! (spills the weed on the floor)

OUTIS: tells everyone she will not partake in such a foolish pastime; is currently blasted on military-grade amphetamines

DANTE: gets goaded into it despite their protests that they don't even remember anything and also don't have a mouth. sits down. rolls a perfect joint. even spread of weed. touch of tobacco to keep it from burning down too quickly. handmade filter rolled in. everyone is silently staring at the joint. dante's like <what? did i do it wrong?> outis is like "... executive manager one of the others must have placed this down on the table when you were not looking." she refuses to believe dante just did that in front of her. rodya starts cheering again.

VERGILIUS: wishes he could kill these idiots in a way that matters

[peachssodapop]

I'm so happy to see the kiddo AU again!

I‘m glad people still like this au (^ ^) I always love drawing them I should do it more

[skyward-floored]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44393485/chapters/111653185#main

Time and Malon backstory for the Incredibles au!

Summary:

Despite how he tried to hide it, Malon was well aware her boyfriend was actually a superhero. After all, it takes one to know one, and she’s been saving people as Malanya for several years now.

But despite them both being heroes, sometimes Malon forgot how truly dangerous their jobs could be. Sometimes you didn’t win fights. Sometimes villains hold grudges.

And sometimes the people you love get hurt.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

🌹 violet

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

honestly I think Vi feels most at home at the house she and her team use as their headquarters. mostly it seems like a normal house, but nobody knows that that's their home base and it's fairly secret. Vi bought it under a pseudonym, set it up as a HQ, has it stocked with everything they might need, etc. she knows that place very well.

tbh idk where she and Promise were born, but a part of me wants to say LA. basically if Violet has Promise and they're safe, she's as "at home" as she needs to be. cold, impersonal settings (warehouses, old abandoned bases, etc.) are kinda her jam bc she grew up in places like that. "home" doesn't mean as much to Vi as it might to most of the others bc of how she was raised, but basically it means that she can take care of Promise, they're safe and comfortable.

OC ask game