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This is kinda a ramble post so ignore if you like! I really wanna write for this fandom cuz it's my current top obsession and there is not enough xreader fics but I've literally NEVER written fanfic in my life, only read it. Also super busy with Uni [which should calm down soon] so I'd be slow at writing and posting.
ANYWAY, this post is just to motivate me to start writing / posting. Never even posted on tumblr before haha [first time, kinda nervous]
If you read my rambles to this point, have a great day!!! :D <3
Sending you a magic beam of motivation! I believe in you! I’m not a good writer either, I’m not good at writing long form stuff, but I can kinda write drabbles/oneshots. Maybe start off with that!
This is kinda a ramble post so ignore if you like! I really wanna write for this fandom cuz it's my current top obsession and there is not enough xreader fics but I've literally NEVER written fanfic in my life, only read it. Also super busy with Uni [which should calm down soon] so I'd be slow at writing and posting.
ANYWAY, this post is just to motivate me to start writing / posting. Never even posted on tumblr before haha [first time, kinda nervous]
If you read my rambles to this point, have a great day!!! :D <3
Sending you a magic beam of motivation! I believe in you! I’m not a good writer either, I’m not good at writing long form stuff, but I can kinda write drabbles/oneshots. Maybe start off with that!
Hii can I have some headcanons for twilight if reader gets a period during the journey? Love your writing btw <33
Absolutely!!
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Knows literal days before you do because of wolf-magic-bullshit
There ain't no way this man doesn't know what a period is, especially if he's been smelling it since the whole turning-into-a-wolf fiasco; even if he doesn't fully understand what menstruation is until he's a bit older
The only caveat to this is that he still hasn't worked out that giving "helpful" warnings is actually less helpful and more embarrassing, but at least he tries to be discreet after getting smacked by a random girl a few years ago
If you're a bit closer, expect many bear hugs and also daily offerings of chocolate because he's used to being the designated village snack fetcher, plus an annoyingly dedicated hylian/wolf shadow that'll whine and grumble if you tell him off.
If you're new, he'll still offer chocolate and hugs, but it'll be a bit more on the downlow because this precious boy doesn't want to come on too strong. Will be over the moon if you come to him for help.
Vaguely knows what a pad is; has no freaking clue what a tampon is. He's the most likely of the Chain to lick a tampon to gauge what it is, or, concurrently, most likely to fall for that prank where girlfriends tell their boyfriends that different color tampons have different flavors
It's no surprise that Twilight's got the patience of a saint, so he'll mostly brush off any mood swings as a natural occurrence, though he accepts food and hugs as reasonable apologies.
Feels terrible to see you in pain and be powerless to stop it... but he's also just so impressed by your pain tolerance---the cramps alone would have probably put him out of commission for days---and the fact that you just bulldoze through the agony like it's a Tuesday is both amazing and terrifying. Expect to watch him gain yet another reason to respect women and be simultaneously baffled by it.
I’ve seen a couple times of an au where you’re the guide for the Chain, but they don’t remember you at first until you do or say something that triggers their memory of you.
Little imagine for whichever of the Chain of your choosing when they’ve freshly remembered you: You get dragged by him, then he wraps you up in a tight hug and nuzzles his head against yours. He then says, “Y/N! I’m so happy to see you again! I was getting worried that I’d never see you again.” His voice hitches, “I missed you so much-!” He then bursts into tears onto your shoulder. You gently shush him and tell him it’s okay while rubbing and patting his back. For the few days, he’s super clingy and very protective of you.
I just finished this drawing! I decided to draw Twilight Princess Zelda! There was some tiny pattern bits I simplified a tad because I’m not the greatest at drawing itty bitty details. As per usual, I’ll post the reference image in a separate post!
Warning(s): General weirdness and smut because LU makes me mentally unstable. This is crack so PLEASE don't flame me in the comments
Notes: This is definitely the weirdest thing I've written to date, other than the cow sans x reader fic from back in the day (should I link that account to here? Because when I tell you I was utterly rabid for that bag of bones), so enjoy my insanity! Inspired by the amazing @h4wari while also being half-dedicated to @sunflowersunnyl for their wonderfully wrinkled brain
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You thought nothing of the Skyward Sword figurine on the shelf above your bed.
It was a decent size, situated in a canon-typical fighting pose that had become synonymous with both Link and Nintendo, and had the cutest rendition of the master sword you had seen in one plastic hand. You had bought it shortly after completing the game itself–a little memento to commemorate the blood-shot hours spent hunched over your controller like a madman–and on the shelf it had stayed. Watching. Waiting.
Until one fateful day.
"For the last time," you stressed, phone pressed so tightly to your ear that it nearly flattened it against your head. "I don't want to hear about my car's extended warranty!"
Then, without pausing to listen to whatever bullshit the telemarketer decided to roll with next, you hung up, slamming your phone down on the pillow beside your head and groaning to the sympathetic form of your roommate on the opposite edge of the bed: "Ugh, I think I get more calls about insurance than from my entire family."
Your roommate clicked their tongue sympathetically. The Skyward Sword figurine did not, but you weren't in the correct mental state to drool over a polyvinyl chloride rendition of what had to be the hottest man in modern media. Damn Nintendo for making a video game character so fuckable, because you'd clap those cheeks six ways from Sunday for free. "They're relentless, huh? I got one three days ago about my offshore bank account in Switzerland."
"Do you have an offshore rupee account in Switzerland?"
"Not yet."
"Based," you sighed, flopping down to rest against the headboard. Your roommate did the same, flopping horizontally against the end of your bed. Together, you stared at the ceiling, though your view was a bit obstructed by the pointed tip of the plastic Master Sword and– dear lord, why did it look like the figurine was watching you? "Hey, do you remember when we talked about whether stuffed animals are actually the physical and spiritual embodiments of dead people?"
Your roommate snorted. "I'm not high enough for this right now," then, after realizing just what you were staring at, amended with another, more judgy noise. "Oh no, he's got his bitchbreaker face on."
You barked a laugh. By god, they were right! "I think I'm being watched," you admitted, eyes raking over the molded dark-blonde hair and blue-bell-painted eyes. Fuck, those eyebrows, too. "Why's he angry?"
"Oh. Dude, we're too sober for this," said your roommate, throwing their hands up in mild, un-drugged exasperation. After a moment (and more than a few seconds of your puppy eyes), they huffed. "Probably because of that Ganon dude."
"No no no, it's Demise," you corrected, retrieving your phone to pull up a photo of said villain. You held the screen up.
A low whistle left your roommate. "Can I call him Daddy Demise or am I weird for that?"
"Not at all," you waved a hand in the Link figurine's direction, a sly smirk pulling at the corners of your lips. "What I wouldn't give for a ride on that Master Sword."
"Ew!" your roomate exclaimed despite being just as bad as you. A beat passed. "Dude, why do you have him like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like that," they made a vague gesture to the placement of the figurine. "He's literally just watching you. You don't think that's weird?"
You... you hadn't considered that. Still, you shook your head. "No? All I do is sleep and... oh, god," you slapped a hand over your face and tried not to think of all the times you had masturbated with the figurine in the room. Was that weird? Were you supposed to turn it around like people did with family photos and stuffed animals?? "Why are you like this?"
"Someone's gotta be," your roommate shrugged, nonplussed. "Plus, you've had him for, what, two years? Man's seen some shit."
"Okay, nope, ew," you continued to cover your face and pretend that you weren't into the idea of your Skyward Sword Link figurine being secretly sentient. "We're never bringing this up. Ever."
"But–"
"I swear on that one cat meme we look at when we're drunk, I will pay someone to punch you," you warned jokingly, glancing at them through the cracks in your fingers. "In the face."
"Pussy," was their response.
You promptly threw your pillow at your roommate's face.
Link awoke to the sound of moaning, or, he rather thought he awoke, because there was nothing dreamlike about the eggshell-shadows of his room in the Academy, nor the uncomfortable tightness of his sleep trousers.
With a groan that rattled his chest, he threw an arm over his eyes, willing that, for once, fate would cease it's attempts to make his life as outlandish as possible.
Starting with the dreams. And the voices.
Now, let it never be said that he wasn't accustomed to the strange, but there was a large difference in being instructed by a strict, discombobulated voice on the inner workings of his role as a hero and the far more intimate tone of someone engaging in the pleasures of the flesh. Though, as mercy would have it, both options seemed to be enjoyed solely by him, but he digresses.
Another moan filtered through his consciousness. Link felt himself throb, already embarrassingly half-hard. The thought that he was slowly going mad had crossed his mind many a time since the voices–and, of course, accompanying dreams, though those were a bit of a newer occurrence–began years ago, but this was on a whole other level.
For one, the second voice wasn't new, or, the tone of it. He remembered hearing it many times during his adventure; whispered hints and loud whoops against the pointed shell of his ear were commonplace, and Link would be a liar to say he hadn't grown attached to the person on the other side of... whatever madness his life had descended into. A guide– nay, his guide, he liked to think of them. Of you.
A keening wail, filed with an undercurrent of need that had his abdomen absolutely burning, and he was torn back to the dream that had started it all. Link remembered it vividly: a bedroom, not his–unless Groose had seen fit to spontaneously paint and re-arrange his living quarters for the night in some elaborate bid to test the fraying edges of his mind–and the distinct, urgent feeling of being unable to move. Not restrained, but held in place. Frozen.
Oh, and the dizzying realization that he felt no larger than several inches, judging from the relative size of everything else in the room.
Link swallowed, beginning to pant as he gave in and pressed a palm over the aching bulge of his cock.
The door creaked open, and a strangely-clothed figure stepped into the room. They were calling to someone, laughing, and wasted no time in flopping on the richly-embroidered bedspread. In an instant, they were staring at him, still grinning, and a hand roaming down the curious set of... were those shorts(?) they wore.
"Hi, Link," was the first thing he registered through the haze. Since when had dreams been this vivid? "Miss me?"
"Yes," Link breathed as he recalled the first dream. The one that had started it all. He didn't even know who you were, or where you came from, but you were everything he wanted.
You reached up, the pad of your finger brushing his nose, and the size difference had never felt so profound. "I wish you were real," said the temptress–you–before him. Link didn't know who or where he was, but he would have fought Demise a thousand times over to discover it. Hair spread around your face like a halo, hand slipping into those paltry little underthings in a rhythm that had him hotter than the fires of Death Mountain.
From there, the dreams had only gotten more frequent. Sometimes, it would be you and your 'roommate' talking, and sometimes, it would be only you, doing some mundane task that he watched with attention no less rapt than when you would touch yourself. But oh, when you touched yourself, he knew, be it from the noises lingering in the back of his consciousness or the shockingly vivid dreams playing his mind almost nightly.
Link didn't realize he had taken himself in hand until he was coming, eyes squeezed shut and unoccupied fingers digging into the scratchy fabric of his sheets. Your name panted from his lips, rolling off his tongue like silk while his palm and stomach were splattered with wetness. He threw his head back against the pillow, then twisted it so the flat of his cheek was pressed against the soft item. He lay, writhing lightly, still painfully hard, wondering just what the fuck was wrong with him.
"Fuck," you said, spread out on your bed like an adult film creator, one hand between your bare legs while the other adjusted the thick headphones covering your ears. "I'm so weird for this."
There was no denying it: you were a freak, but a freak unbothered as you tapped your phone screen, waiting patiently for the video to load. Typically, you'd pull up a little something from a few unmentionable sites to help, but this time was different. So very different, you thought as sound began to flood the headphones.
Ha hu hi ha hyah!
There was no going back from this, you knew. No going back from the hidden shame of using a video game character's soundboard to get off while maintaining unbroken eye contact with a figurine of said character. Maybe you were bored, or weird, or perhaps this was who you had been all along? Either way, there was no hiding how good it felt when you moved your fingers downward, dipping into the silky wetness threatening to spill past your folds, thumb finding the soft nub of your clit.
You could see him–Link–in your mind's eye. Above you, pressed in the cradle of your thighs, with the prettiest blue eyes your brain could conjure, shrouded only slightly by shaggy blonde hair. Those lips, full and pouty, pursed, then parted to let panting breaths escape. Hylia, you'd take him in a heartbeat. You'd let him split you in half with that sword of his; no questions, no refunds. You would die like a fanfiction writer, without shame and very slightly mentally unstable.
"Fuck," you hissed, clapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your noises. Sure, your roommate had just left, but you had already exposed them to enough insanity, so it was only fair to try and hold back the shamefulness that came with jacking off to a video game character.
The video played on, the sounds of clanging swords and orgasmic grunts–because, seriously, who decided that was a good idea?–blaring into your ears through the streamer-grade headset, and you were immensely glad they happened to be noise-cancelling, lest your roommate return early and discover your shame. Your hips rocked against your fingers as the cacophony rose in pitch, pulling a series of hitched, shaky breaths from your moist throat. Would he touch you like this? Or would he shove three fingers in your clenching hole just to hear you wail, uncaring of the noise such an action would create. Maybe he would go straight for the pussy like a wild animal or the equally-sexy Twilight Princess Link, or perhaps he would simply spear you on his holy blade and call it a diddly-darn-good day?
Whatever you thought he would do, it was lost in the frazzled mess of your brain when you came, all but screeching around the tightly-cupped palm of your hand. Your legs shook harshly--even kicking out, which elicited a half-noticed burst of pain--trembling with the onslaught of pleasure rushing through your system like a drug, coursing and pulsing in time to the frantic, staccato beat of your heart.
After a few glorious moments, you lay boneless on the mattress, chest heaving with the aftershocks of what had to be the best solo time you'd had in a while. The soundboard continued to blare, but you didn't dare silence it; you wanted to enjoy this, while the post-nut clarity still felt leagues away.
A sharp creak interrupted your reverie, and you hardly had any time to react before the shelf above you groaned, tipping just enough to send a very familiar figurine plummeting onto your stomach, drawing a startled gasp from your mouth when, instead of a dull ache and a hot flash of embarrassment over dislodging your shelf via very questionable methods, there was a blinding flash of light. You screeched, but it was drowned out by a weight pressing atop your stomach, and the impossible silhouette of a figure above you.
Terror shot through your being. The light cleared. You froze.
"...Link?!"
I have no excuse.
(An impromptu apology for utterly failing at the 2024 Christmas event LMAO)
Silly concept: Imagine simping for Link/the Chain makes him/them stronger and harder to kill. Like say you get warped into Hyrule, and you seem to not have any magic at first. You can’t seem to do any magic spells, use magical tools, nor are you affected by magic. You feel like you’re dead weight to Link/the Chain because you aren’t a skilled fighter like him/them and you can’t seem to get magic to work.
One day, you offhandedly compliment Link/one of the Chain while he’s/they’re fighting like a Bokoblin. Like, “Link/(or Chain member of your choosing), your hair is looking soft and silky today.” Then you suddenly see a soft glow around him. He barely flinches from the Bokoblin’s club hitting him and he strikes back with more force than normal. Did your compliment actually empower him?!? That instance wasn’t the last; it happened again and again. It appears you do have a magic power, albeit a weird and silly one!
I just finished this drawing! This week’s prompt in the main Linked Universe Discord server is called Beach Episode. I kinda went with the Sandcastles Option, which also includes sand sculptures. I drew Wind and Wild fanning off Time with their Korok leaves like he’s a king 😆 Time is sitting on a sand throne sculpture. Drawing Links from the side is not my forte so Wind and Wild ended up looking like hieroglyphic paintings 😅 As per usual, I’ll post the reference images in a separate post!
Wind Waker is my favorite LoZ game, tied with Skyward Sword. He has the best facial expressions. And thicc eyebrows. I think of all the Links, he's the most likely to cut you.
Warning(s): Eventual smut and mild yandere behavior
Notes: Written for my 200 Follower Event!
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You weren't quite sure what compelled you to visit the garage sale on the corner of 4th and Shirestone.
The lot was small and the yellow house inhabiting it was large, leaving very little space for the several tables of stuff in the miniscule front yard, meaning they spilled out onto the bordering sidewalk like an invasion of dusty books and even dustier boxes, which was probably what drew you to the sale in the first place.
"Do you have any Uncle Kracker?" You half-heartedly asked the old lady running the operation, idly thumbing through the CDs.
"Uncle who?" She raised a brow.
"Nevermind," you sighed, giving her a short once over before returning to your unenthusiastic perusal. You lived a few blocks away, tucked in the corner of a nearby cul-de-sac, but living alone was boring and your wallet had been crying to be drained after recovering from your car being in the shop for a few weeks. Besides, it wasn't like you couldn't drop a few dollars to pick up a half-decent CD for the radio, especially since people had a habit of dumping their unwanted shit on the side of the road.
With a huff, you flicked through the last row of CDs, all artists that you were either too old or too young to like. Sure, the Pat Benatar one was calling your name, but you already had a few of her songs on other CDs.
Just as you were about to go home and watch a couple hundred reruns of Family Feud while eating enough ice cream to make your doctor cringe, your eye caught another table, this one filled with an assortment of video games. You weren't the biggest gamer, but you had enough of a collection to put any normal ten-year-old to shame.
"You've got games?" You asked, moving past the one-armed mannequin to assess the selection.
"Do I ever," the old woman shook her head, sending a few snow-swept whisps of hair flying from the confines of her satin headband. "They belonged to my son, but the little rat couldn't keep it that way when he moved out."
You managed a sympathetic chuckle, pulling your coat a bit tighter around yourself. There was a chill in the air, despite it being sunny outside. Your fingers felt a bit numb as you flicked through the cases. Final Fantasy, Digimon, Mario Kart...
You paused as your gaze passed over a very familiar title.
"Woah, Twilight Princess?" You lifted the case, marveling at the find. It was a bit dusty, and the cover art looked like it had seen better, less faded days, but it was nonetheless a great discovery. You had always wanted to play it until school got in the way, but now...
"Oh, yeah," the old woman leaned in a bit too close for comfort, tapping a knobby finger on the plastic. You could smell her flowery perfume and the lingering scent of coffee grounds as she spoke. "This was one of my son's favorites... too bad he could never get it to cooperate."
"How so?" You asked, taking a step to the right to create a bit of distance.
She shrugged. "It worked great at first, but the controls were always a bit glitchy for his tastes. He said it was like something else was trying to take control," her tone turned conspiratorial, faded blue eyes glinting in the sunlight. "but I think he was just making excuses to get a new controller for Christmas."
This time, you laughed loudly. "Yeah, they'll do that," you glanced at the game and back at her. "How much? I've got a ten in my wallet, but I can get more if needed."
The old woman waved a hand, dismissing your words with a smile. "That won't be necessary, I should be paying you for taking this junk off my hands. Take it for free."
You opened your mouth to protest, but she sent you a stern glare and you didn't have the courage to square up with someone who didn't have any personal space awareness and looked like she could break your back over her knee. 'Thank you," you ducked your head respectfully, slipping the game into your bag and beginning the trek home. The sun was beginning to set, and you didn't want to get caught in the dark. You waved, calling over your shoulder: "Have a nice day. Stay warm!"
The woman waved back. "You too, dear! Don't let the bedbugs bite!"
You chuckled, boots crunching on the pavement as you set an easy pace, one hand slipping into your bag to feel over the faded plastic surface of your new game.
If there was any truth to the old lady's words about the game being glitchy, it didn't show.
After booting your ancient Wii-U up, you plugged the game in without hesitation, grinning when it started up with nary a twitch. The title screen looked exactly as it should have, a very familiar song emanating from your dusty speakers. It was perfect, and you almost felt bad taking it for free.
Until you tried to select 'new game' and the screen stalled, fizzling back to the menu as if you hadn't done anything at all. "What the hell?" you muttered, attempting the action once more, only to be booted back to the title screen for the second time. "Oh my god, are you serious?"
You weren't really mad, because your expectations hadn't been that high, but you hadn't expected problems before you even began playing. The 'start' button glimmered promisingly, and you reluctantly selected it.
The screen flashed, and the game started. You gaped, nearly dropping the controller in surprise. "Oh, hell yeah," you grinned, mood lifting slightly at the progress. You had already seen several gameplays, so starting later didn't bother you as much as it should have. "Now we're talking."
Link was distinctly aware of the moment his world inexplicably shifted, falling into the soft hands of another. It was as if they were meant to hold his life in their palms, smooth fingertips caressing the edges of his pixelated consciousness, shrouded by colors and numbers and a thin sheen of fantastical insanity.
There was a voice, lighter than the one of his previous guide: the gamer without sense. Link was forgiving, it was practically in his nature, but he could only take so many instances of the kind of crass, harsh language that man had employed, especially when he addressed the dreaded "chat"--whatever evil that was.
"Let's get classic," the voice spoke, tone heavy with excitement, and the world reformed before his very eyes, swirling with the familiar colors and textures that he remembered, though they seemed... brighter, somehow. It was a new start, Link realized. A new play at the game. A new life to destroy. To shape.
Ordon Spring was exactly as he remembered; a clear, rippling pool, fed by the gentle waterfall in the back of the spring, flanked by thick, verdant brush and preceded by a wonderful, sandy bank. Home, he thought.
"I hope the old lady wasn't right," said the voice, sounding a bit mournful as it caressed the tip of his pointed ear. "I'd hate to have to get rid of you... I've been looking for you for ages."
Link felt his body stiffen, the belts crisscrossing his chest feeling more suffocating that normal. You must have heard about his 'resistance' towards the previous owner, who quite deserved it after attempting to make him toss the village dogs off of various high places and herd the children into frankly dangerous areas. Hylia, he hoped you weren't like that. He didn't think he could handle that again.
"Alright, let's go save a princess," your cheer hung heavy in his mind, and Link allowed himself a small, pixelated smile.
He could work with this.
Dear lord I'm so glad this is finally out! It fought me tooth and nail, but I hope it's still up to standard <33
I don’t really talk a lot when I’m playing games by myself. So I find it a bit funny when people talk about self aware Link(yandere or non yandere) ideas; where they say that they like to ramble to Link. Like about their day, complimenting him, or about what’s going in the game. And seeing ideas where you’re some guiding force to him and he could hear you telling him what to do. While I play, I don’t really say much except for quietly complaining when something doesn’t go my way, occasionally saying ow when Link gets hit, or imitating his grunts and such. Maybe the controller inputs are like signals to his brain and he’ll hear them as words from my mouth and will immediately act them out? That’d explain how he could potentially hear me even if I didn’t actually say like: “Link, go left here.”
I don’t see how a self aware(yandere or non yandere) Link would get attached to me. But I can see him getting concerned that I’m getting hurt when he does, even though I’m saying it out of sympathy. Maybe he’s a bit delusional from his self awareness and he’d be like, “She must like me if she’s entertained by the noises I make and that she imitates them!”
