In Wild’s era, it is common etiquette to leave a bite of food on your plate to signal that you’re done and satisfied with your meal—if you finish your whole plate, you obviously are still hungry, and you need another serving. With a group of travelers around a cooking pot on the road (with many of them contributing to the pot as well), it makes sense that everyone should get as much as they want, because the cook will always make an effort to ensure there will be more to go around and lots of leftovers afterwards. The people of Wild’s era pride themselves on fiercely taking care of taking care of one another, even a stranger they’ll never meet again, and to do that they can ensure they have a full belly and a happy heart for the road ahead.
Some of the other heroes (Hyrule, Twilight maybe or Warrior or Wind) instead come from a culture where not finishing one’s plate is extremely, extremely rude and ungrateful. Food is a precious commodity, nevermind hot, just prepared food—to leave a single scrap of food on your plate for any other reason that it was poisoned would be a slap in the face to the cook that has spent so much time and effort to prepare the meal. To deny any offered food would amount to a similar crime.
Anyways. This is how I imagine their first few days going, before they realize they’re having a communication issue:
Wild, tapping away at his Slate: wow, these guys really are hungry! I better up the portions, I was hoping for leftovers but they’re eating enough to feed a group three times their size! I wonder if next time I should…
Twilight: (slumped over) wow that new guy sure likes to cook, huh?
Wind: Ough *burp* I’m so full....
Warrior: you don’t say? I feel like a pig fattened for the slaughter
Hyrule: (face down on the ground in a food coma) ……. ……. ……
Time: (hesitantly) you know, you boys can just say no when he offers you another serving…
The others, in panicked unison: NO
Warrior: (scoffing) Hylia, Time, who raised you?
Anyways. General hilarity ensues until they figure out the miscommunication that, no, an empty plate doesn't mean Wild should silently pile it with more food. Discuss.
The lights in the ship flashed on, Twilight blinked in the sudden brightness, and another scream of fear split the air. Swinging elbows, heads of blond hair, orange-clad bodies that scrambled to get away from one another overtook his bleary vision. Then, a whistle split the air, long and shrill and loud, and it all stopped.
"Food,” Time called. The plate clattered down before him, and the sound jarred Twilight of his thoughts. He dragged his eyes upward. His plate before him looked so empty with a single protein bar, an unidentifiable crinkly packet, and a jar of… some sort of paste. It had looked the same in Four’s hands but… it had been more appetizing, then.
Twilight looked away. “Not hungry,” he mumbled. The emotion weighing heavy on his chest was no longer grief, or at least he didn’t think so—he was just numb, numb and homesick for a place that he didn’t even remember. It may have been just two days ago, when Four and Sky were both still alive. It may never have existed at all. “Don’t want it.”
“Suit yourself,” Time answered. He sat down, kicked his feet up in what used to be Four’s chair, and took a long, obnoxious sip of his coffee. “We touch down in ten minutes, be ready
Twilight pushed his plate away and folded his head into his arms
Just yesterday, a few other LU writers and I, Hot Cheeto Hatred, hosted our first ever monthly (hopefully) Write-a-thon! This event ran on June 4 from 12 am EST to 12 am EST, with one goal in mind---write as many productive words within that day as humanly possible. Words included in the final marathon count ranged from storyboarding, fic writing, editing, answering comments, journalling and homework---basically, any words that furthered yourself, the writing community at large, or your stories. We utilized either the Discord Sprint bot or self-reporting to collect the numbers at the end. Everyone involved gave it their all, with most of them being present for most if not all of the run time as they were able, and I'm so proud of their dedication towards their craft. Anyways, here's the final breakdown of the numbers below, as well as the awards and titles earned by each participant, as decided by the discord server (and myself at random).
Now onto the awards:
I am pleased to report that @not-freyja (Freyja above) won the "Writer of All Time" Award, pulling ahead with 20,565 of our total words. What an accomplishment! Freyja participated from dawn to well, dawn, and they absolutely deserve all praise and awe.
I'm giving myself, @hotcheetohatred (Cheeto), the award "Writer of Some Time," as I fell behind our lovely Freyja by a mere few hundred words fifteen minutes before the clock struck midnight. Next time, Freyja, next time...
The "Actually A Writer" award goes to @marcusdoodlesalot (Marcus), who, despite the name, DOES actually write, not just draw! Who would have thought. Not Freyja, that's for sure.
The "Early Bird" award goes to @lerikwrites (Lerik), who solely sprinted in the wee hours of the morning (my time, at least). Terrible. Good job.
"Star Commentor" goes to @elle-rosewater (Eliot), because I stole most of her words for the count from my own comment section in the BDOR Prologues. We love you, Eliot :3 Can't wait to see you next month.
"Cheerleader" goes to @la-sera, who gave us much encouragement throughout the day. I stole your 19 words from you saying you were excited to read Estelian's work. Hope that's okay, because I really wanted to include you---you provided a lot, even if you didn't write with us this time <3.
@whumpitywhumpitywhumpity (Dowsemaxxer) earns "Spirit-ed Storyboarder" for all of his lovely, informative talk on Spirit and just what makes him so great as a rather underappreciated LU boy.
Two awards next! "Chief Editor" and "Most Student" both go to @unexpectedstormy (Stormy) for faer work on getting. stuff. done. Fae did a steady amount of work, so proud.
"Editor (of Word Count) in Chief" goes to @tashacee (Tash), who, at reporting time, was scrounging up 100 and 200 word bits like spare change while I desperately tried to do math. I love you, never change.
The title of "Specter" goes to @somer-writes (Somer), who logged in very few sprints, but participated with the rest of us and pulled up at the end with a whole 7.5K words and a bunch of fics to post at the end, with a lot of it being Ghost AU! He's amazing.
The award "Better Late than Never" goes to our resident artist and recently turned fic-writer @estelian-01 (Este), who joined only in the last half of the marathon but managed to pull a whole 4K! Pictures might be worth a thousand words, but Este wrote a couple more anyway.
@across-violet-skies (Riv) gets the title "Mover and Shaker (of Blorbos)" for managing to participate and get quite the hefty wordcount only a DAY after moving. They're a trooper, that's for sure.
@anime-obsessed (Vio/Nene) earns the award "Most Old School" for writing with pen and paper for most of the day. Please go rest your wrist after all of that.
The award "Head in the Clouds" goes to my bestie and beloved beta reader @needfantasticstories (Skip), who spent the day listening to music and writing Skyloft drabbles. I am nervous/excited to see if those drabbles turned out fluffy as a Loftwing, or perhaps into something more angsty.
@noorahqar (Qar), my lovely fragile Victorian wife, earns the title "Chatty." You know why. But you were there nearly all of the run time, and so engaging and encouraging throughout---a blessing to us all. And even then, you managed to pull so many words. I'm impressed.
And finally, @rosehipandroots / @rosetintedtears (Rose) receives the titles "ndskanefnre" (self chosen) and "Birthday Santa." The first was borne of panic of being asked to choose a title---the second of her relentless effort to get her birthday fics done. Great job.
I'd like to thank everyone that I tagged for participating in the write-a-thon, and thank all of you for helping me draft this post as well. If I messed up any word counts or details or pronouns, you want to request a title/award change, or I missed someone, please DM and let me know! The next Write-a-thon will be held on July 1 from 12am to 12am GMT, and we'll be trying to beat our record. Can't wait to see all of you then!
Cheeto, do you think Wild is chaotic enough to try getting a bokoblin into people clothes? If so, what do you think he would try putting them in?
Hi, taddy <3. this was not a writing prompt. My brain took it as one. By Hylia this WILL be a oneshot. I... ya'll can check it out on Ao3 if you want here. No warnings for this fic other than my own stupidity.
“Wild.”
“Twilight.”
“Wild.” Twilight pinched the bridge of his nose. “How did you manage this? Why would you even...” He let out a frustrated sound, unable to put the situation in front of them into words. He said at last, defeated, “Why?”
“Be-cause, Twi-light,” Wild sang back happily. A huge grin split his face. “It wasn't hard. Bokoblins aren't that vicious, you just gotta be fast. And look, now it's harmless as a puppy.”
The unlucky bokoblin that had become Wild's latest victim stood, stiff and startled, in the center of the abandoned monster camp. Like a shivering dog wearing oversized shoes, it very, very carefully raised a knobby leg to inspect the colorful fabric that poofed out around its waist. When the stiff fabric flared up with the movement, fluttering at the edges, the bokoblin yelped and skittered away. The fabric, of course, followed, and the monster screamed out a horrible, frightened shriek that rang in Twilight's ears.
Wild cackled. Behind them, the heroes chuckled and murmured at the sight. They’d planned to take out the straggler as they passed through the monster camp before they settled a little way away for the night. Wild, however, had motioned for them to stay back with his signature “I am up to trouble” expression plastered across his face, and he'd even managed to argue Time down with the assurance that this idea was “super tame, just a little fun, I promise no one gets hurt, and I'll deal with the bokoblin myself.” Twilight just wanted to know why his “tame” ideas somehow included a pink tutu shoved over an unsuspecting monster's head. He didn't even know where Wild could have gotten the article of clothing.
“Wild...” Twilight began. “Wild, I don't think that no—”
At that moment, the bokoblin tripped over itself and sprawled into the grass. It paid the heroes and their renewed roaring laughter no mind as it crawled away frantically, beating at the puffed tutu around its waist with its fists. With every hit, the fabric sprung back up into its former shape, frightening the monster further. Finally, the bokoblin went limp on the ground, resigned to its fate. Twilight felt something in his heart twist at the sight of its big, wet pleading eyes turned his way. Even if those eyes belonged to a monster.
“Wild,” Twilight said more firmly, over the rest of the heroes' laughter. “This’s cruel. Either kill the poor thing, or let it go. You know better than to torment your enemies. You're a hero—behave like one.”
Some of the heroes stifled their laughter or hid it behind their hands, but Wild didn't even try to act ashamed. He delightedly cackled in Twilight's face and flung his hands out in challenge. “You're welcome to try to take it off yourself, Mr. Hero.”
Twilight stared Wild down, willing him with all of his being to back off before they got into a fight in front of the whole Chain. Wild's smirk didn't waver, nor would it, not now that Wind was whispering excitedly to Warrior, and Legend was murmuring in displeasure to Four and Sky, and money was exchanging hands in the group. Even Twilight's glance to Time for aid was met with an amused shrug and a tip of the head that meant your kid, your problem. From the ground, the bokoblin let out a warbling, miserable little plea.
Twilight, gritting his teeth, was the first to blink. “We are going to talk about this later,” he promised Wild. That finally got a reaction out of Wild—his face paled, and his smile dropped just a little—but Twilight ignored it as he turned to the bokoblin on the ground. It was kicking lamely in an attempt to dislodge the tutu, which was muddy and torn now, no longer a bright fluffy pink, from its legs. At Twilight's approach, however, it turned its attention to him, baring its fanged teeth.
“Alla’ya’ll stand back,” Twilight ordered. He rolled up his sleeves. “Wild, we will be having that talk ‘bout your behavior later. I am very disappointed in you.”
The heroes shouted and the bokoblin squalled as Twilight pounced upon it. When he came away a few minutes later with the tutu clutched in his fist—torn directly in half, since the bokoblin wouldn't cooperate with his efforts to pull the offending piece of clothing over its head—the heroes all hooted and hollered triumphantly. The bokoblin, back in its customary loincloth, scrambled away without a backwards glance into the undergrowth.
Twilight was in no mood to celebrate. Wild, at least, now had the decency to wince at the sight of the sluggishly bleeding scratches on Twilight's arms, even as the rest of the heroes cheered. Twilight flung the ruined tutu into Wild's face, then grumpily stomped off towards the nearest river to clean up.
for the write a thon ask game! Lot of questions you don't have to answer them all :P
What is your favorite WIP (published or not)?
What is an unsung WIP of yours you'd like to promote?
What do you like most about your own writing?
What is something you admire in others' writing?
Who is your favorite character to write, and what do you like about how you portray them?
What creator does your favorite portrayal of your favorite character? How do they do that?
Hello!
My favorite WIP has gotta be Blood Drops on Roses. My long fic. My baby. She's at 200,000 K (about 60k published) and showing no signs of slowing down. I love Wild and all the little facets of him, and I love that I can use this fic to show how I see him to the community.
hmmm. My Linked Universe AU: Lethal Company. It's my least read and also one of my favorites. The basic story is that Twilight wakes up in Lethal Company. But it gets a lot darker than that as he and the rest of the Chain, who show up in varying places in the story, do their best to survive. Fun stuff
Hmmm. At this moment, my writing feels like it's stalling a bit, so I'm not quite sure what my favorite things is. I'll dig deep and say that I like my internal character work. Fics of mine like A Fleeting Flight for a Further Fall and BDOR Prologue: A Haircut are probably my best examples for that.
I ADORE other people's ability to write a good fight scene. Gripping, fast paced, take your breath away kind of scene, you know? @not-freyja is absolutely stunning when it comes to that. Just read one of their works like This is an Adjuration and you'll see immediately what I mean. Another author that recently blew me away was st0rmy on ao3 @st0rmyskies (?) (I hope this is the right person AND they're not bothered by the tagging HELLO SORRY) with their Home Sweet Home: The Drabbles Collection. I think it was Chapter 9? Anyways, please go check them out they're amazing.
My favorite boy is Wild. Honestly, I love the differing characterizations that everyone in the fandom has. BOTW is a very open world game, so a lot of his personality seems to come from that person's individual play style (if they have in fact played the game) which I find fascinating to pick out in the story. On top of that, I like to see how his fans in particular interpret his memory loss and resulting personality because of it. How much they believe memories affect his personality, how many habits are able to break through or have been lost forever (I think I'm stealing that particular phrasing from you @elle-rosewater, because you put to words something I'd known but couldn't verbalize).
My favorite Wild writer... hm, I've got a few. I love how @gintrinsic-writing did Wild in Degrees of Resurrection (Fic where Wild is raised by the Yiga). I also, at this moment, still SCREAM every time I see that @tashilover has updated Jaws that bite, claws that catch (Twilight is a serial killer, and Wild is the only one of the Chain that finds out). I am still trying to finish Adjuration (.... lo siento), so I can't say I've seen a WHOLE LOT of how @not-freyja writes Wild, but their recent one shot The Shrine (Link wakes up in the shrine and loses his memory) is absolutely killer. Solistrix's ( @solistrix-writes ??) and still, the cradle blossoms (Twilight & Wild's relationship from Twilight's POV) is a banger as well. ALSO I went where the crow flies (BOTW Wild woke up early, never got the Slate) by smokingginger, who I don't think is on tumblr but there's the link. There are more but I feel like I've tagged way too many people in this post at this point. Apologies to all of you.
Anyways, thanks for the ask! This was so fun to answer
At that moment, Wolfie passed into Legend’s vision, trotting from the treeline up to Wild’s side at the cooking pot. Legend froze, not even the tip of his rabbit’s nose quivering, as the wolf lifted its head and sniffed the air—if he was found, the wolf might consider him a snack, and he’d be torn to pieces before he could flee. The wolf turned right towards him, staring for just a second too long. Legend, tensed to run, cursed his pink fur for its inability to let him blend into the shrubbery. But somehow, the wolf looked over him dully, turned, and departed from Wild’s side and padded back into the undergrowth on the opposite side of camp.
Legend wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth, nor giving the wolf time to circle around behind him, if he had in fact been spotted. With a quick glance around camp—Time’s head was turning away, Wild was distracting the others with a lift of his spoon—Legend darted forwards on his short bunny legs. He shoved his head into his bag, searching for the moon pearl. Past the fire rod, past the med kit and the—
“Well, what are you up to?"
Something firm and unyielding clamped around his waist.
Warriors was a paranoid man.
It was inevitable, after the War of Eras, where there were constant whispers over his shoulders, knives pointed at his back, poisons in his cup, hands running possessively up and down his skin. He’d had a country to protect, a goddess’ blessing to honor, a royal family’s expectations to meet, and a love-sick sorcerer to defeat, not to mention three kids following him around like ducklings through it all. He’d done his best to shield them from the horrors of war, from the crushing responsibility being thrusted upon their too thin, too young shoulders.
He hadn’t quite succeeded, but he’d done his best.
So, when Wild starts acting strangely—lashing out at the other heroes, freezing and getting himself hurt in battle, even losing his customary impulsivity to turn secretive and sullen, writing day and night in that little notebook of his—Warriors recognizes the ingredients of budding betrayal. He's willing to do anything to keep the others safe—and willing to do anything to save the young hero from himself. He's even willing to betray another hero's trust.
Read the rest HERE!
This is a gift for lovely @weavingstarlight. Love you so much, and I'm so honored that we get to know you and that I got to play around a bit with your AU's fun ideas.
