These are NOT good doodles but they were fun! The 1931 au design is new, as is the modern Shatterproof one, and it’s been for-freaking-ever since I drew the Half Fours. I love them.
i have to add on to that white walls ask you got even tho it was like a week ago hecause YAYAYAYYY I LOVE WHITE WALLS ❤️❤️❤️💖💖💖❤️💖🧡💘❤️💛❤️🧡
ok i have some actual questions about it: would any of them think not to have kids after everything? in case like any edit stuff gets passed on? and WOULD that stuff get passed onto kids?
and also... if spirit tracks link and echoes wisdom link were in it, what edits do you think they’d get?
Ahhh thank you I'm still kind of baffled that WW is so beloved! XD also baffled that I managed so many words in it....
Anyway! Yeah any of the boys that end up in relationships where biological kids are possible are definitely thinking about the chance that these things could be passed on. I don't know exactly what relationships they'd each end up in, but only a few are ready to think about it in the next few years. Considering that there's a new building doing research about it, by the time ant of the boys want to think about it, there are probably some answers courtesy of Flora's scientists.
(Are edits inheritable? Not sure! I haven't thought that far! I think it's a possibility, though, since the idea of edits is directly editing the genetic code in a nucleus and forcing a change through all the body's cells. Some of that may even have made some of them infertile, or given them side effects like autoimmune diseases, who knows?)
Hmmm ST and EoW Links... Let me think... What if ST Link got magnetized? Completely at first, but then he learns to control it and essentially has the Force for metal objects. :P He'd also be able to seriously mess up any electronics—something he'd have to keep a hold on, but something that could have been a boon in the escape sequence. That doesn't quite line up with most of the edits' goals of military or cosmetic advantages, but.... Hm....
Ooh and what if EoW Link was an experiment in reducing a human's need for oxygen? End goal would be not needing to breathe, or breathing in awful conditions like low pressure or underwater. Screwed up his air tract enough, though, that speaking is nigh impossible now. He might have needed to be on oxygen sometimes, and is likely not unfamiliar with some severe symptoms similar to POTS or asthma.
Dang you're going to want to make me write these and I don't have TIME this month...... (... Whumptober idea? 👀)
Linked Universe | White Walls AU (experiments) | post-story Legend | 2.4k | telepathic whump
AO3 Link
He's on the tenth floor, so he doesn't have to wait long. The elevator dings its arrival, and the doors slide open to reveal a fluorescent-lit interior. And one other person. One other silent person.
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Post-White Walls, Legend runs into someone from his past. It... doesn't go well.
Since we're on the topic of white walls, I have to say that I was reading it but like a few months ago I left the last few chapters because I was waiting for a good moment to sit down and read them
Well, I finally read them a few days ago and mayyybe I did tear up a lil at the thought it finished
I really love this AU and the way you write! You're definitely one of my favorites, I thought I didn't like AUs (specially modern ones) but you changed my mind because you have such great ideas and I love reading your worldbuilding
So thank you for creating and sharing the fics that have accompanied me in my life and gave me so many enjoyable moments
Mozzzzzz you're going to kill meeeeeeee. You know, White Walls was something super self-indulgent, really, and it was and is delightful just how much a couple people like it! I was so surprised that it got the love it did, and even now after it's ended, 10 months or so, y'all are still loving it. I'm so glad to have put some joy into the world—and yes by "joy" I mean "gratuitous angst and whump." :P That ending was a lot of fun and kinda cathartic too!
One of my music teachers once told my class that the purpose of a musical performance was to help people forget about their troubles just for a little while. I don't think you can say that's THE purpose of a performance, as there are many for many people, but I've tried to carry that philosophy into my life as a creator—I want to share stories and worlds and characters that help make life just a little more bearable. It's been fantastic having a community like you.
(and Mozz I am SUCH a fan of your work too, you did a LN Hyrule for me earlier and I TREASURE him. So excited to see what kinds of things you come up with in the future! :) )
Maybe this has already been answered, and I forgot, but in White Walls, aren't some of them young enough they should be in school? Have the older ones tried tutoring them so they don't fall behind?
This is an old ask from when I asked for prompts but hey here it is!! :)
~720 words, no warnings? This is post-White Walls! I don't think they really had the material or motivation to do any tutoring inside—though maybe boredom is motivation enough. But once they're out? Yeah they gotta do something about that.
Hyrule can barely see any blond hair over the stack of books in Four's arms as he returns to the gym. He watches as Four carefully slides the stack onto the stage, then uses one of the folding chairs as a stool to pull himself up, too.
With relief, Hyrule pounces on the minor distraction. "What are all of those for?"
Four settles with his back against the side of the stage and raises his eyebrows at Hyrule's own tiny stack. "What are all of those for?" he returns.
"There's this thing called a high school diploma…" Hyrule reminds him with a grim laugh. He doesn't disagree that it's probably a good idea for him to get something like that done, but he's a much, much slower reader and learner than Legend, who'd studied for a few weeks and got very good marks on his first try.
Now Legend, along with everyone except Four, is on the basketball court below the stage, yelling and running and throwing each other out of the way. Hyrule estimates about three minutes until someone gets hurt, and maybe about ten until he himself finally gives up on this book and goes to join them.
"I like reading," Four answers. He picks up the book at the top of the stack, one with a dry title about tractors or something, and flips past the first few pages.
"Do you really think you'll get through all of those before we have to leave?" Four's stack is at least ten books high. Hyrule's own has three, and he knows he'll have to take them all back to the house, himself.
Four doesn't need to study, is not enrolled in any classes at this high school because he graduated some years ago, and as far as Hyrule knows, Four can't actually take any books from the school library.
"Probably not," Four says, already distracted, "but I like having choices."
Hyrule hums at that. He rolls from his side to his stomach, wings flaring out behind him. The long coat he prefers to wear in public hides his wings, which helps him stay less conspicuous, but his poor wings are not easily compressed, and his muscles are sore from hiding them so much recently. Stretching out feels nice.
He looks back down at his own book, intending to get through at least one more sentence. It's been easier to get through things now that he can choose what to read, albeit from a small selection, but it's still hard. He doesn't really see why he has to read some arbitrary number of books before he can move on.
"There he goes," Four mutters.
Hyrule looks up just in time to see Wild dive for the orange ball, but Warriors does the same from a different angle. Sky shouts a warning, but it's too late. Wild crashes into Warriors, and they both go down, the sound of at least one head smacking into the floor echoing through the large gym room in a way that never happened in their old carpeted living room.
Hyrule winces.
The game comes to a pause, everyone going still as they wait for the fallout. Twilight zips to Sky's side as he wobbles, both of them panting from exertion.
Warriors recovers quickly. He rolls over and pushes himself up to check over Wild, who'd landed next to him.
"Wild?" Warriors said, moving a hand across Wild's face. Hyrule felt his wings rise in fear when Warriors's fingers press beneath Wild's jaw.
Time walks forward, his very footsteps tense. "Sky, call—"
Wild sits up suddenly, barely avoiding smacking his head into Warriors again, and he tosses the basketball that's still in his hands—hard. "Ledge!"
Legend blinks back to attention and catches the ball, just to turn and toss it through the net at his end of the court. "Nice one."
Warriors rolls back onto his elbows, color returning to his face, and Wind starts laughing, bent over to prop himself up on his knees.
Four rolls his eyes and goes back to his book. Hyrule can't be expected to focus anymore, so he slips in his bookmark and jumps off the stage. His wings flutter just enough to keep him in the air for a moment too long.
"Okay, which team is down a player?"
In White Walls, does anyone ever have like... a really really bad edit? I mean they're all bad, but is there ever one that just nearly kills or severely incapacitates whoever it is?
and slightly unrelated, but do the scientists ever use Sky to tell the future? surely they must realize they could exploit him
The second part was answered a bit ago but the first will be answered in this mini-arc :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
28: Magnetic, pt 1. ~2k words, 1/5 intensity, this will focus on Wild and Four!
