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I love teeny tiny things *Mii Lobby playing in the backround* Call me Chu

[laugoscos]

Third set of matching icons done! That tooka a while 😅

The oldest and the youngest... the child of the forest and the child of the sea... the youngest brother and the older brother... the fully-armored one and the lightest clothed one...

I just think they're neat

(Free for personal use with credit, but do not repost)

[twilitprincess]

Warriors: Show me Pennsylvania.

Time: I don’t know Canadian geography.

[chuchujellybean]

Botw Link: round face, short hair, small ears, biiiig round eyes

LU Wild: make him looooooong

[starpains]

on “the blond,” “the older man,” and other crimes against third-person limited

You know that thing where a story is written in tight third person limited — we’re meant to be inside someone’s head, seeing the world through their thoughts — and then suddenly the narration says “the blond frowned” or “the shorter woman sighed” about a person the POV character knows really well?

That’s called antonomasia — using a descriptive label instead of a name. And it’s fine when we’re talking about strangers: “the cashier handed her the receipt,” “the tall guy blocked the door.” The POV character doesn’t know their names, and we just need a quick way to tell people apart.

But the moment it’s used for someone the POV character already knows, it breaks immersion. Because that’s not how our minds work. We don’t think “the older man smiled at me.” We think “Mark smiled.” Or maybe “my boss” if that relationship matters in the moment.

Third person limited means the narration sits inside someone’s perception. Their inner monologue is the story’s voice. So when you switch from “Mark smiled” to “the blond smiled,” you’ve pulled the camera away from their mind and turned it into an outside shot.

If you want to create distance or irritation, you can do it on purpose —

“The idiot from accounting emailed again.”

That’s character voice. That’s judgment. That works.

But otherwise?

As soon as your POV character knows someone’s name, use it. While we do tend to worry about repetitions, names rarely register as such to the readers.

If you need variety for rhythm, use relational or emotional identifiers that make sense in their head: her friend, his partner, their teacher, the person they loved.

Because inside someone’s thoughts, there are no “blonds” or “brunettes.”

There are only people they know.

[wisteria-lodge]

Really good explanation of the fundamental problem with this type of writing.

(and why it's one of my huge pet peeves)

[capricorn-the-goat]

I love the dynamic / headcanon that individually or in small groups, the Chain can absolutely Get Shit Done™. But you put all of them together and ask them to open a door or change a lightbulb and it’s impossible.

You ask Wild to get to the top of that building that’s about to collapse? He’s already there. Ask Legend to get through this dungeon? He’ll walk out in half an hour and only need a bandaid. Ask Time to take down this boss monster? His knees will hurt, but the monsters won’t be alive to feel its knees.

There will be some random side quest about getting a cabbage cart to the next town over and it’ll somehow end up with Wind, Four, and Hyrule somehow saving the kingdom from a calamity. Time, Sky, and Warriors could shred through armies like they were paper and act as a three man army. Wild, Twilight, and Legend can map out entire kingdoms together and uncover ancient civilizations long vanished.

but put more than half of them in a room and ask them to open a door (that isn’t even locked), and it’s impossible. They’ll spend half an hour debating how to do it, an hour arguing about it because “no we cannot just blast it open with the fire rod”, half an hour for lunch, and then another hour as they try various spells to unlock the door before Wind finally turns the doorknob and opens it.

[palmolli]

Hear me out, The Links Who Kinda Fucked Shit Up trio; Time, Wild and Sky 💔

[cutebutalsostabby]

"Hylia did X" "Hylia didn't do Y" Hylia's been dead forever and the only reason we even talk about her anymore is that the descendants of her reincarnation were colonisers and war criminals. In this essay I will

[imaketheselinksachain]

Time and Malon know the entire Dirty Dancing dance by heart

[linderosse]

Just for fun: some of my potential Wisdomverse ship names in order of how cursed they are [Least Cursed —> Most Cursed]:

Wild/Flora: wildflower

Maple/Fable: maplestory

Silent/Echo: echolocation

Four/Shadow: fourshadowing

Marin/Ravio/Legend: marinara ravioli—

Wisdomverse Masterpost

[sleepylink]

YES THE IMPRISONING WAR!!!

not that one

The original Imprisoning war is SO Interesting! This is my favorite era in Hyrule! (Still upset that one Hyrule Warriors game took it's name)

What happened was; After Ganon killed the young Hero of Time, he obtained all 3 pieces of the Triforce, but Zelda with the help of the 7 sages was able to seal him in the Sacred Realm, but because of Ganon's evil the Sacred Realm was corrupted and turned into the Dark World. People learned of the Golden Power in the Sacred Realm and started going in never to be seen again, over time people wanted it so bad a war broke out. The 7 wise men were tasked to seal it for good, but they had to be protected by the Knight of Hyrule Clan. (Different from the Knights of Hyrule, think Shieka but Knights) In the battle literally every single one of the Knights were killed, but the mission was a success.

Legend is the last remaining member of the Knights of Hyrule Clan in his era.

(A survivor from the war had kids and eventually Legend was born)

I love this era SO much because there is no Link, no Zelda AND No Ganon! This is a serious event in Hyrule History that didn't have ANY of these three involved in at ALL.

art by @linkeduniverse

[ixtaek]

Linked Universe March Madness - Day 1

Prompt: Beedle

The economy in Hyrule was never incredibly robust.

Sure, you could sell potatoes or milk and make enough to scrape by, but being a merchant in a world where the currency could be found in any convenient clump of weeds was generally seen as a very strange hobby. It was likely why the weirder wares were always sold by… weirder people. 

Legends told of merchants who scored big, raking in rupees like autumn leaves, retiring to islands named after them, having their faces added to the annals on history. But to make legendary money you needed… a legendary hero. Heroes accumulated treasure and heroes needed equipment, and that essential exchange led to the sorts of fortunes they sing about… well, that merchants sing about.

Beedle didn’t live in one of the more fortunate eras, blessed with a world ending disaster that led to a hero to make him rich. No, Beedle was doomed to a life of making arrows for hunters and reselling potions his grandmother made. Every so often he would sell a few extra nuts he had gathered, or a roll of bandages to a careless farmhand. But all in all, his life was far too dull. He dreamed of far-off places, castles and princesses and making real money. Clearly, that would never happen.

He was sitting by the inn door, fletching some arrows, when he heard the commotion of too many feet tramping up the lane. Beedle glanced up to see a troupe of men and boys coming up the road, wearing bright colors and the oddest styles of clothing. He raised an eyebrow. The circus? In his little village?

One looked at him in surprise. “Beedle?”

He stared. “I’m sorry, have we met?”

The man smiled, tugging at his collar. “Ah, I suppose you just look like someone I know. My mistake.”

The group filed into the inn, the youngest staring at him with wide eyes. “He looks just like him, doesn’t he?”

Beedle peered into the window. The man with a scarf was talking to the innkeeper while the others lounged by the fire, chatting and pulling off their boots. Actually, they had a lot of swords and weapons, come to think of it. Strange thing for circus performers. Maybe they juggled them?

Beedle resumed working on his arrows. If he lived in an era with a hero, he’d be making a fortune instead of more arrows.

“Excuse me?”

He looked up. The tallest of the performers, a man with lurid tattoos all over his face, was standing in the door frame. Beedle slapped a smile on his face. “Helloooooo. Can I help you?”

“I’m sorry, but do you happen to know anyone in town who sells potions?”

“Ah, yes, yes! I can help you with that!” He quickly reached into his box, pulling out one of his grandmother’s elixirs. “I have ones for health, for stamina, even one that’s supposed to be magic!” That last one, he was pretty sure, was one of his grandmother’s little jokes. “What are you looking for, sir?”

The man’s single eye traced over the bottles in his inventory. “Hm. I will take six red potions, and three green.”

Beedle winced inwardly. That many health potions? He knew circus acts could be dangerous, but were they really getting hurt that much? And worse, that many potions would cost well over 200 rupees! There was no way a circus performer would have that much on him! 

“Er, are you sure? That’s going to be–”

“The safety of my friends is worth any cost.” He reached into his pouch, looking for his wallet. Beedle watched in horror as he took out a handful of green rupees. “Let’s see… it is… 200 rupees? I should have that. One… two… three…” He placed each one in the box as he counted.

“Sir–” A few fieldhands passing by on their way into the inn had noticed the giant and had slowed down to watch him.

“Fifteen… sixteen… oh, a blue one! That’s, ah…” The man tried to count this out of his fingers, but as he did not have sixteen plus five fingers, this quickly caused him some trouble. His lips moved silently over and over, mouthing the numbers.

“Twenty-two!” suggested a milk maid who had joined the growing crowd watching the performer attempting to buy a potion. The man’s mouth quirked downward.

“... Twenty-one?” Beedle suggested meekly. 

“Twenty-one.” The man nodded. “How many more did you need?”

Beedle’s head reeled. “A-a hundred and… and eighty… no, uh… seventy-nine rupees?”

The man’s eyebrows scrunched up as he dug around in his wallet again. There was a scar over one of his eyes, Beedle realized. Perhaps that was why he was so eager to have healing potions, trying to prevent another accident? 

“Thirty… thirty-one…” The rupees clinked as they dropped into the box. “Thirty-four… thirty-five…” The man frowned. “Oh dear.”

“I-if you don’t have enough, I can just give you fewer–”

“No. I need them all.” The performer stared at him, hard. “Can you make change?”

Beedle gulped. “Ch-change?”

“My wife gave me some money, but I want to be sure I have the change to give back to her.” He leaned forward, staring with a blank expression. The crowd all sucked in a breath. “So can you make change?”

“Uh. Y-yes?”

The man visibly relaxed. “Good. This should cover it.” He then removed two gold rupees from his wallet and handed them to Beedle. The crowd went mad, chattering and pushing to see the rupees, openly speculating on their authenticity, on why he had them, who was this man–

Beedle looked up into the guileless face of the possible circus performer, at the tattoos and the sword and the two gleaming rupees, and decided that if crime was occurring, he was not questioning it. “Uh. That’s… that’s too much.” He pushed one back. “Th-they’re worth 300, and… and the potions you wanted are only 250…”

The man smiled without teeth. “Then I supposed I’ll take all your stock.”

“B-but… your wife’s change…”

“I shall just have to be in trouble.” He picked up the crate. “I will bring this back once we take the potions out. Thank you.” And without another word, he walked back into the inn. Beedle stared at the gold rupee in his hands, ignoring the crowd jostling him to look or asking who his customer had been.

Yes, the legends did say those merchants had made a fortune off of heroes. But if heroes were anything like that man, Beedle would much prefer the peace and boredom.

[luna-loveboop]

New link in Lu wow! That's a First

[spheresr4cubes]

LU Behind the Scenes

Time: "Gary gets to stab me today!"

Hyrule: "Getting used to the jerk vest was kinda scary, but... Wild, he's been a stunt guy for ages, and he gave me lots of advice."

Four (off-camera): Linked Universe started as a very small project, so most of us had crew duties, too. Twilight, for example -- he brought Wolfie from home! He's her actual handler!

[doodlesaur-central]

There are a million and one things I should be doing right now but I had a vision.

(I did this in just over an hour by drawing over the reference photo that's crazy)

Based on This Post by @loz-chainsofcorruption

Linked Universe South West Basement 2 update

[x-i-l-verify]

The entire fandom for the past few days.

[animentality]

[loz-chainsofcorruption]

"Duck!" Wind shouted.

Eight heroes dropped low, and the ninth turned, excitement fading into puzzlement as the others all returned the look of confusion when the sailor stayed standing.

A quack sounded in the near distance.