Call me Ash, or Silv! 😁 I love Linked Universe and all things Legend of Zelda (pfp from Linked Universe, background by @caltheduende). Newly obsessed with the Kpop Demon Hunters soundtrack. Member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
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Febuwhump 2024 Masterpost
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Current project(s): Febuwhump 2025 prompt list, chapter three of Practice Makes Perfect, Ratatouille AU, LUxKPDH ask game, Chasing Down a Daydream (Febuwhump 2026 longfic)
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My ask box is open, but be advised that there is likely to be a several week turnaround because my brain is short-staffed 🫠 and forgets it exists XD
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Here it is! The finale to my three intertwined whump fics from last year!
Febuwhump 2025 - A Safe Harbor (Free at Last)
Chapter 2: The Ranch
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Malon hummed to herself as she brushed the last of the horses, lost in the gentle scrape and scratch of the bristles through short hair. It was one of her favorite times of the day: chores were done, her body sore but fulfilled from a good day's work, everything calm and peaceful. The setting sun lit the sky with fiery reds and oranges, valiantly holding dusk at bay.
She swept loose horse hair from her skirts and picked up the combs, picks and brushes, heading to the barn to tidy up. Epona nickered and followed behind.
Malon smiled happily at the horse waiting patiently outside the barn as she finished their preparations for the night. She couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from her throat. It truly had been a perfect day.
If only Link had been here to enjoy it with me.
She shook off the melancholy thought, striding back to the barn door to call the herd in for the night. Epona met her with a warm nod and bright, liquid eyes.
But almost in an instant, Epona’s demeanor changed. She froze, trembling, ears pricked forward, attention on something across the paddock.
“What is it, girl?” Malon asked softly, unwilling to spook the mare more. Epona gave a nervous whinny and stamped her hoof.
A chill wind blew through the barn. Malon shivered and gathered her shawl closer around her shoulders, hushing Epona before going to check on the rest of the horses.
Three massive triangular portals, inky black and deep purple, swirled on the other side of the paddock gate, scaring the herd and disgorging several Hylian figures onto the soft summer grass before winking out of sight.
Even at that distance, even without most of their armor, Malon recognized her husband and boys.
They’re back! Her heart soared and her feet fairly flew, crossing the paddock in seconds.
She nearly crashed into the gate when she registered the blood covering several of them. “Golden goddesses, Link! What happened?!”
He wasn’t listening, eye bright and giving orders to those who were awake. “Wind, Twilight, go get some fairies! Hyrule, keep pressure on Legend’s arm! Sky, Wild, what happened to them, how bad are they hurt?”
Wild managed a word that sounded like “Yiga" before he collapsed in a heap, Warriors moaning in his grasp. Malon stared, horrified by the sheer amount of blood on Warriors' chest. How is he still alive?
Sky stood like a startled barn cat, clutching something in the folds of the cloak he always wore. A closer look revealed a head of silky straight blond hair; the little smithy, Four, pale and asleep or unconscious. “A sword spirit f-from my era,” Sky finally stammered, “kidnapped us a-and f-froze and tortured Four. He’s had a fairy, but he’s still chilled.”
Wind and Twilight returned, a small shimmer of fairies on their heels. Several of the tiny sprites shrieked and dove for Warriors and Legend, spinning tight circles around their chests and arms. One split off and ministered to Twilight's hand and Wind's chest, where Malon could see makeshift bandages peeking through their sleep clothes. Another wound around Sky and Four, easing tension in trembling, overworked muscles.
Spurred by the fairies' urgency, Malon hopped the fence, crashing to the earth across from her husband. She took one callused hand in hers, his other monitoring Legend’s pulse. “Link,” she whispered, caressing his bruised face. “What happened?”
He leaned into the touch and sighed. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “One moment, we were asleep in Wild's era, next thing I knew we’d been abducted by a madman and separated. Legend nearly died to free us.”
“I’d do it again,” Legend's voice rasped beneath them. He curled his left arm around his ribs, grimacing slightly.
Hyrule's eyes flared golden. “Legend, with all due respect: shut. up. I am never letting you sacrifice yourself for us like that again.” The second fairy spinning around Legend's arm and leg chimed in emphatic agreement.
Legend grinned weakly and closes his eyes. “Okay,” he breathed, relaxing under the fairy's ministrations.
Malon looked around again, her keen eye catching the exhaustion that dragged shoulders low and dulled each gaze. “You boys look like you could use some good food and a hot bath,” she murmured. She stood, swiping dirt from her skirts. “Twilight, hon, are you hurt?”
“Not anymore, Miss Malon. Fairy fixed me right up.”
“Good. Would you take Wild into the house, please? Guest bedroom should still be made up enough to get by for the moment. Sky, you take Four in and get the both of you settled, too.”
They left with their charges in tow, and she carefully walked over to where Warriors lay. The fairies had done their jobs well. Blood still stained his bare chest, face, and trousers, but the wide, gaping slash across his chest had narrowed considerably, and his black eyes had faded to week-old bruises.
“Link, darling,” she called over her shoulder, “would you take Warriors into our room and finish patching him up? The fairies have done all they can, I think.”
She heard Link murmur something to Hyrule, then his warm, steadying presence came up behind her. He wrapped her in a brief hug, burying his face in her hair, and she melted against him. They’re home. They’re alive. The relief made her knees weak.
Link kissed her cheek then stooped to pick up Warriors. Before he could get a good grip, the younger man flinched awake and scrambled away.
“Krgh…” Warriors groaned, clutching at his shoulder and ribs. “Wild! Yiga! Where…?” His eyelids fluttered, and he almost fell over again.
Link caught and supported the young Captain. “Hush, Warriors, you're safe,” he soothed, running shaking fingers through windswept hair. “We are at the Ranch, no one is going to hurt you.”
Warriors panted, trying to focus. “Time?” he mumbled, before going totally limp again.
Malon pressed her fingers to her lips, tears beading in her eyes, appalled at the picture coming together in her mind. Link gathered Warriors in his arms and smiled tightly at her.
“We’re going to be okay,” he assured her, before following their Pup and Cub into the house.
Malon swiftly wiped her eyes before turning back to Wind, Hyrule, and Legend. She knelt on the ground again and ran a hand through the Sailor's hair. “You okay, Tune?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Got shocked once, but that was all.”
“Hyrule?” Malon turned to the Traveler, who grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I’m…fine?” He shrank at the look Malon sent him, then continued, “Well, the creep hurt me a bit, but he was weirdly obsessed with Legend.”
“Never even seen the man in my life,” Legend grumbled beneath them.
A yawn split Hyrule's face. “I’m just a bit low on magic, is all. Fairies healed my foot.”
Malon nodded, satisfied. “Wind, dear, would you help Hyrule inside, please? I’ll get Legend.”
“I can walk!” Legend tried to protest. He moved to get up, but his face paled like spoiled milk.
“None of that, now,” Malon chided as she scooped him up. “You’ve fought your fight, Link. Let us take care of the rest.”
Legend's face scrunched like he wanted to argue, but then he sighed, melting into her hold. “Yes ma'am.”
Malon's heart broke for the boy, put through so much at such a young age, and held him closer. “You just rest. We’ll get baths drawn, clean y'all up, and get some supper when you’re ready, okay?”
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A couple hours later, with Link's help, all the boys had been cleaned and patched up, and a hearty stew was simmering over the fire.
Wild and Warriors slept in one room, Sky and Hyrule in another. Legend refused to sleep, but conceded to resting on the couch, a cup of warm cocoa in hand. Four huddled next to him, wrapped in a thick quilt and nursing his own cup of cocoa.
Malon sat at the table with Wind, Twilight, and her Link, holding his hand and basking in the safety of having them all home again.
“I can barely imagine what y'all've been through,” she murmured, half to herself.
“It was terrifying,” Four admitted softly, haunted. In the shifting firelight, his eyes seemed to change colors: at one moment blue, another flickering to red and purple. He shivered and pulled the quilt closer, red eyes going distant as he stared into the fire. “But…I knew Sky was there, fighting to save me, and it gave me hope.”
Legend wrapped an arm around the Smithy, pulling him closer. “I won’t explain myself,” he uttered, violet eyes burning like a solar eclipse. “I did what I had to to save everyone.
He deflated slightly, then added, “It's all I know.”
Nobody but Malon caught the flinch that rippled across Link’s shoulders. She smiled softly to herself. Yes, he would know something of that feeling, too, having spent years trying to regain the relationships he'd lost after an adventure nobody remembered. Gently, she took his hand and squeezed it.
Link startled at the contact but smiled at her, returning the gesture. “We are fortunate no one was alone through their ordeal,” he rumbled, looking out over their boys. “I cannot bear to imagine the consequences of such a situation.”
Malon closed her eyes, silently thanking the goddesses once again for her boys' safe return. Every time they left, the worry gnawed at her soul like a Wolfos. Their safe return, even in such poor condition, was reason to rejoice.
She opened her eyes, discretely wiping a tear, then announced, “Supper should be ready, if any of y'all are hungry?”
She chuckled softly at the chorus of soft but enthusiastic assent that rippled around the room. “And after that I have some apple pie and chilled sweet cream for dessert.”
Louder cheers rang out, and several pairs of feet hit the floor in the rooms above them. Soon, all ten of them gathered around the table, eating, sharing stories and experiences, and generally enjoying each other's company.
Malon sat back, unable to hide the joy welling from her eyes.
This bit of the fic has been done for months 😅 but I didn't want to post it until I had the rest of it completed
Febuwhump 2025 - A Safe Harbor (Free at Last)
Chapter 1: Portals
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Sky left the frigid, unfamiliar dungeon behind, welcoming the warm sun on his shoulders. He held his precious successor close, bundled safely in his sailcloth. The Smithy's trembling had eased slightly, but Sky still worried.
At least if Ghirahim or any other monster tried anything, he’d have plenty of warning – the area surrounding the dungeon was flat, nearly lifeless.
A gentle thrum split the air; Fi warmed slightly on his back, pulling his attention to a spot to his right.
A dark portal split the horizon, warping the light around it and snagging insistent claws deep into his bones.
Never before had a portal felt so urgent.
Cherished Goddess, he prayed, altering his course, please take us to our brothers.
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Hyrule grunted as he hit the ground, the impact jarring his injuries. A bundle of dead weight landed on top of him, pushing the breath from his lungs. He gasped through his gag and squirmed, trying to shift enough to see Legend.
Sea-green eyes and a shock of messy blond hair flashed in his vision, and Legend's weight disappeared. Nimble fingers picked at the ropes around his wrists, even as stronger fingers tugged at the knot in his gag.
Hyrule struggled to focus through the fae ire burning in his blood. Brooding dark magic swirled in front of him and he snapped his newly-freed teeth, before reason broke through and he recognized Twilight.
The Rancher held his hands up in surrender; Hyrule noticed a crude bandage wrapped around one of them. “Whoa, Rulie, it’s jus' us, you’re out, you’re safe.”
Hyrule panted, struggling to organize his thoughts. Distantly, he heard Wind ask what happened. “The stupid, goddess-blessed idiot,” he snarled, “refused to let me be hurt until his body literally shut down to protect itself!”
He turned to Legend, lying limp and so pale in the afternoon sunlight, and shuddered. He tested his magic, fretting when it returned far too low to be of much use. “No, no, no…” he moaned, casting his Life spell regardless. The blue-green glow fluttered around Legend's arm and foot, then died.
Hyrule replaced his magic with direct pressure on Legend's arm, trying to slow the bleeding. “He needs a fairy, a potion, something!”
Wind, who was already pawing through Legend's pouches, slowly shook his head.
Hyrule’s righteous anger fizzled out. “There has to be something we can do,” he whispered.
“Uh,” Twilight commented, pointing across the clearing, “that might lead to somethin’.”
A dark portal, like the one that brought them all together in the first place, writhed insistently at the treeline.
Immediately, Time pulled Legend into his arms, then strode urgently across the clearing. Twilight, Wind, and Hyrule made eye contact with each other, then scrambled after him.
Urgency thrummed under Hyrule's skin, temporarily dulling the pain in his foot and leg. Hold on, Legend!
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Warriors' head lolled against Wild’s chest and shoulder as they appeared on the shrine platform. Wild took a few seconds’ comfort in the relative safety of the calming waters of the Domain to hold his brother close, run trembling fingers through dirty, tousled hair, and check Wars' pulse and breathing.
His own exhaustion soon threatened to drag him under. Gotta move. Can’t stop here. With a groan, Wild staggered to his feet, holding Warriors around his shoulders and knees. Step by tenuous step, Wild waded through the hip-high water around the shrine and up the stairs. Seabed Inn's just around the corner. Hang on, Wars.
A portal appeared in the stairwell, obscuring Mipha's statue and leaving no room to go around.
Wild’s heart sank like a stone in deep water, but he steeled himself and walked through. Please, Hylia, let there be safety on the other side.
This bit of the fic has been done for months 😅 but I didn't want to post it until I had the rest of it completed
Febuwhump 2025 - A Safe Harbor (Free at Last)
Chapter 1: Portals
Read on ao3
Sky left the frigid, unfamiliar dungeon behind, welcoming the warm sun on his shoulders. He held his precious successor close, bundled safely in his sailcloth. The Smithy's trembling had eased slightly, but Sky still worried.
At least if Ghirahim or any other monster tried anything, he’d have plenty of warning – the area surrounding the dungeon was flat, nearly lifeless.
A gentle thrum split the air; Fi warmed slightly on his back, pulling his attention to a spot to his right.
A dark portal split the horizon, warping the light around it and snagging insistent claws deep into his bones.
Never before had a portal felt so urgent.
Cherished Goddess, he prayed, altering his course, please take us to our brothers.
-----
Hyrule grunted as he hit the ground, the impact jarring his injuries. A bundle of dead weight landed on top of him, pushing the breath from his lungs. He gasped through his gag and squirmed, trying to shift enough to see Legend.
Sea-green eyes and a shock of messy blond hair flashed in his vision, and Legend's weight disappeared. Nimble fingers picked at the ropes around his wrists, even as stronger fingers tugged at the knot in his gag.
Hyrule struggled to focus through the fae ire burning in his blood. Brooding dark magic swirled in front of him and he snapped his newly-freed teeth, before reason broke through and he recognized Twilight.
The Rancher held his hands up in surrender; Hyrule noticed a crude bandage wrapped around one of them. “Whoa, Rulie, it’s jus' us, you’re out, you’re safe.”
Hyrule panted, struggling to organize his thoughts. Distantly, he heard Wind ask what happened. “The stupid, goddess-blessed idiot,” he snarled, “refused to let me be hurt until his body literally shut down to protect itself!”
He turned to Legend, lying limp and so pale in the afternoon sunlight, and shuddered. He tested his magic, fretting when it returned far too low to be of much use. “No, no, no…” he moaned, casting his Life spell regardless. The blue-green glow fluttered around Legend's arm and foot, then died.
Hyrule replaced his magic with direct pressure on Legend's arm, trying to slow the bleeding. “He needs a fairy, a potion, something!”
Wind, who was already pawing through Legend's pouches, slowly shook his head.
Hyrule’s righteous anger fizzled out. “There has to be something we can do,” he whispered.
“Uh,” Twilight commented, pointing across the clearing, “that might lead to somethin’.”
A dark portal, like the one that brought them all together in the first place, writhed insistently at the treeline.
Immediately, Time pulled Legend into his arms, then strode urgently across the clearing. Twilight, Wind, and Hyrule made eye contact with each other, then scrambled after him.
Urgency thrummed under Hyrule's skin, temporarily dulling the pain in his foot and leg. Hold on, Legend!
-----
Warriors' head lolled against Wild’s chest and shoulder as they appeared on the shrine platform. Wild took a few seconds’ comfort in the relative safety of the calming waters of the Domain to hold his brother close, run trembling fingers through dirty, tousled hair, and check Wars' pulse and breathing.
His own exhaustion soon threatened to drag him under. Gotta move. Can’t stop here. With a groan, Wild staggered to his feet, holding Warriors around his shoulders and knees. Step by tenuous step, Wild waded through the hip-high water around the shrine and up the stairs. Seabed Inn's just around the corner. Hang on, Wars.
A portal appeared in the stairwell, obscuring Mipha's statue and leaving no room to go around.
Wild’s heart sank like a stone in deep water, but he steeled himself and walked through. Please, Hylia, let there be safety on the other side.
I visit a new apartment complex (one that could save us as much as $500 on rent each month), and check out the online listing for a storage unit, and now my Facebook feed is covered in ads for moving trucks 🤦♀️
Like, it's five MINUTES from our current apartment. With all the people in our congregation to help us out - and they love helping people move! - we don't NEED a moving truck at all!
why go to the grocery store or to a restaurant when you can just get food delivered why go to the mall when you can get same day shipping on amazon why go to the library when you have kindle why make art when there’s ai why go to the cinema when you can stay at home and watch netflix. we are in a loneliness epidemic btw
PLEASE REMEMBER THE IMPORTANCE OF JUST. DOING THINGS. ITS SO IMPORTANT GUYS PLEASE REMEMBER WE HAVE A DEEP NEED TO JUST GO OUTSIDE AND WALK AROUND SOMETIMES. AND ENCOUNTER RANDOM PEOPLE AND NOT FEEL WEIRD EXCHANGING PLEASANTRIES. WE MUST REMEMBER THIS IT'S SO IMPORTANT I LOVE YOU ALL
everyone on replies is terrified of this fact but i just think it's so sweet and heartwarming. she's holding our hand and leading us somewhere secret and we're both giggling like kids. i love her
I reblogged this last month, tagged it, and said “might as well see if it works.” I used this video as a reference to find all the forms that i needed (which is A LOT, especially if you’re a dependent) and sent them through the mail, not really allowing myself to hope.
dude.
$2,714 of medical debt from my top surgery - gone. im shaking this was such a weight on me for 2 years and it fucking worked. what the fuck.
Hospitals like to hide these policies under a lot of successive links in obscure places, so if you don't see anything right away, keep looking! Get friends to help! Make it a scavenger hunt. A game where you're assassins sent to slit capitalism's throat
I've been paying hospital bills for Leaf's birth for over a year! We're WELL under the 250% poverty level! *shakes the room violently* We only have a few hundred left 😭
Also, they weren't kidding about the scavenger hunt. Had to hunt down three different links to find the policy info, haven't even found the form I'd have to submit since it's past the 240-day submission window
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.”
