#write a thon

[amayis-bigtower]

I forgot to post this :0 here's my contribution for the April's LU Write a Thon sheet!!! We hope to see you there! :DDD

[rosehipandroots]

have thee a shitty stickman wars in a blender i drew instead of writing during the WAT

[tashacee]

you told me to send an ask on tumblr about bean and the hero's aspect so here i am i'd love to see what you do with that

the poor bean is NOT gonna be happy

Aspects of a Bean

(Written for the @lu-community-write-a-thon)

Link put on the Hero’s Aspect once.

Just once.

He was too nervous when he first got it. He was on his journey and busy and he wasn’t sure what it did and it all seemed like too much. Even after his journey he let it sit in his slate. The note said that it contained the soul of a pat Hero! He couldn’t just throw it on like a casual party outfit!

But…

One day. One day long after it was over, when Hyrule was at peace and he didn’t have to fight every day…

One day. Curiosity got the better of him and he locked the door of his little hut on the plateau and shooed out all but the most resolved of cats (Mr Tubbs), and he pulled out the Aspect’s Belt.

It was beautiful. The carving of the jade, the intricate ceramics, the enamel- it was an incredible artefact and honestly, should probably be preserved for all of Hyrule to see. Zelda would like to see it, he was sure, to examine it. He just… hadn’t told her about it.

He wasn’t sure why. It felt private, somehow, in some way that he couldn’t quite articulate. He carefully clipped the belt around his waist.

The change was immediate. One moment he was himself, small and nervous, in thick, loose clothes and a big, tight, mask, and the next-

Oh no. Oh nonono, this was not good. This was bad. Wild didn’t like this, didn’t like it at all-

He reached for his belt, determined to take it off immediately, but before he could, something opened up underneath him, and the world went dark around him, swallowing him whole.

-

“Monster, five o’clock!”

Warriors jumped at Legend’s shout, looking around as he drew his sword. They had just been out getting some firewood but this was not anywhere familiar to them, and none of them trusted the apparent peace of their surroundings. These woods were too calm, too pleasant. There had to be a monster camp around here somewhere, the Chain simply didn’t get lucky like this.

And sure enough, there it was. Two days of peace in an attempt to lull them into a false sense of security, no doubt, but now Warriors could see it. A huge, hiking beast, kind of like some of the moblins they had, but also totally unfamiliar to him. He could just see it through the trees, its strange, twisted body, its long snout. It had fur in a few, uneven patches, but most of its body seemd covered in thick, mottled scars. Clearly this beast had been in no small number of fights, then.

Warriors switched to his bow and drew it.

The creature jolted, one remaining ear twitching towards the sound of the veteran’s shout as it turned to face them.

Warriors loosed his arrow. It whizzed past the creature, just missing its head as he got a good look at its face.

Hylia above. To say that the thing had been in a few fights was an understatement. If the rest of its body was twisted with scars, its face was destroyed. Half of its snout was gone, long, sharp fangs exposed to the world, its red mane not growing at all around its ruined left ear, its eye permanently narrowed  by the misshaping of its skin.

Warriors had never seen a monster so badly scarred. Monsters weren’t usually keen on healing and care for their wounded - that this one had lived-

The creature shrieked and stumbled backwards, landing hard on its rump and scrambling away from them, eyes wide and wild. 

The four of them advanced, but something about this didn’t feel right. What kind of monster fell over instead of fighting? What kind of monster tried to flee?

Wars slung his bow back over his back and drew his sword once more, moving forwards.

The creature let out a small bark and - and reached up, trying to? To - to cover its face? Its maw? And it scrambled up. It had long legs and a damn tail, so when it tried it could move fast. In an instant it had turned and dashed off, vanishing into the forest.

Warriors held out a hand, stopping his brothers from chasing after it.

“What the hell, Cap?” Legend grumbled.

Wars shook his head. “It-” he broke off, staring at where the creature had vanished. “It’s not a monster. I don’t think. It was scared.”

Four nodded along. “It had blue eyes, not red.” he added. “And it wasn’t armed. It seemed as surprised to see us as we were to see it.”

Warriors hummed, but before he could speak was interrupted by a sound from behind him, where Sky had been standing.

“Uh… guys?” he said softly. He had drawn the master sword and had turned his head down towards its blade. “I- yeah. Warriors is right.” Slowly, he re-sheathed his sword, turning towards them and holding out his right hand. It was already badly scarred with lightning burns, but there was a fresh injury on his palm, lightly pink with the shape of diamonds pressed into it. The shape of the decorations on the Master Sword’s hilt.

“He’s not a monster.” Sky continued. He couldn’t look at them, blind as he was, but he was turned to them with an intensity all the same. “He’s one of us. He’s a Link.”

-

Needless to say, they all felt sick that they had mistaken a new brother for a monster. At first Warriors had tried to run after him, but he was already long gone and likely wouldn;t take kindly to being chased again so soon after they had literally tried to shoot him.

Warriors felt awful about that.

So instead, they headed back to camp with the news that they had found a new brother, and that he looked… less than hylian and that they may have tried to attack him as a monster.

Poor guy.

Warriors couldn’t get his face out of his head. That gaping maw, the twisted eye, the burns the whole way across his body. How could anyone live through something like that? How could someone live with scars that bad - they must have pulled and ached almost constantly. And then how he had tried to cover himself before fleeing.

Warriors felt awful. He hoped that he could get a chance to apologise. The guy clearly had been through a lot.

They ended up using Sky’s dowsing ability to search for him. They may not have had anything belonging to him but he bore the spirit of courage, and it was easy enough to search for that.

Well.

Easy enough to search.

Not easy enough to find though.

Warriors was honestly impressed. The guy had to have been seven feet tall and he had a tail. How he had managed to avoid being found for so long was no mean feat.

But of course, they did find him. In the end. He was a big guy, and once they started to find the broken plants and crushed grass where he had run through, they knew that they were on the right track. And then when they found the fallen tree, hollowed out by age, when they heard the soft, terrified sobs, they knew that they were in the right place.

The Chain stopped and exchanged glances, unsure of what to do. Only the original four had actually seen him, but they didn’t exactly seem like the ideal people to go and talk to him right now. Twi was probably the most outgoing but he relied on sign and they didn’t know if the guy would be facing them or if he even knew Hylian sign to begin with.

Wind was an absolute no-go. He meant well, but he was thirteen, and sometimes said the dumbest shit.

Time sighed and knelt, taking off his sword and setting it aside before crawling closer to the hollow.

“Hello?” he called gently. “So, funny story. My name’s Link. And so are all of my companions. And I think you might be too. Can I come in and talk?”

Warriors was standing only a little behind Time, and could just about see into the darkness of the log. To the huddled, shaking figure, curled up in a ball and facing away from them. It - he - keened, shivering all over, and Time raked a hand through his hair.

“I-” he said. “I know you had a bad experience earlier. My brothers- they made a terrible mistake. And they’re sorry. They’re right here, and-”

Another keen, this one in terror. Warriors felt his stomach lurch, and before he knew what he was doing, he had knelt beside Time, peering in.

“I-” he said. “I was the one who shot at you.” he could feel the guilt pool in his gut as he said it, could see his new brother freeze in place. “I- I dshouldn’t have. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Link. I can never take it back, but- but I want to help.”

He took a shuddering breath, and then in a moment of inspiration, began to unwind his scarf. The man - the boy? - in front of him was hardly clothed, but judging by his reaction, this was not his preferred state. He must have been brought here unawares, and Warriors wouldn’t have that.

“I- I’ve got a scarf. I’m holding it out, right behind you. If you reach back you can grab it, use it to - um. Whatever you want.”

The boy took a deep breath, then another. He was still trembling, but now a single, clawed hand reached around, feeling for the scarf. When he found it he snatched it away, pulling it around to his front.

It took a few minutes for him to wrap it around himself. Warriors was glad of how big his scarf was in this moment, because the poor guy seemed to not know what he wanted to cover the most. His head and face was his first attempt, but then as he made to turn he glanced down and saw his ruined torso and whined again, pulling at the cloth of the scarf to try and make it somehow bigger.

“Oh!” Time gasped. “Oh, right - here! Take my cloak! You can use it to cover yourself too!”

Sky gasped where he stood, understanding what was going on. “You can take my sailcloth too! Maybe that can help?”

Before long they had all donated something. The new Link seemed more than a little surprised to suddenly have so many lengths of fabric and spare garments thrust at him, but he didn’t protest. Within a few minutes he was wrapped up in a bizarre myriad of cloths and fully covered, and only then did he turn to face them. Only his teary eyes and long red hair were visible and he still seemed to shrink in on himself, drawing his arms in close, tucking his tail in around his legs. Warriors felt his heart break.

“Hi, Link.” He said, his voice maybe a little hoarse. “I’m Link, but I go by Warriors. We’re gonna look out for you now. It’s gonna be okay.”

-

Wild, as they named their brother, was a gentle, kind boy. He was nervous around others, and though some of that was due to being the only… whatever he was … in a world of hylians, the Chain could tell that most of it was due to whatever incident in his past had left him so badly scarred. They never mentioned it, of course, and instead welcomed him in with open arms. He was their brother, after all, and they loved him.

He laughed with them. He fought with them. He turned out to be an amazing cook and took over the making of meals each night, which no one complained about. 

He didn’t have to go along in an outfit made of scarves for long. Time had a few spare clothes that only took a little altering to fit him, and he didn’t mind that they made them loose. Hyrule wove together some dried grasses to make a mask that could cover the hole in his cheek and offered him a bag of salves for his scars. And then when they went to Ordon, Uli specifically tailored several outfits for him, much to his embarrassment and very obvious joy. They all knew by then that Wild loved pretty things, after all.

And little by little, he opened up to them. They couldn’t really communicate easily, not with the language barrier between their signs, but they made it work. They got to know him. They came to love him. Not just as their brother in courage, but as himself. As Wild. As Link.

And more than that - Wild surprised himself one day by realising that he loved them too. He trusted them too.

That they were a family, and somehow, wonderfully-

He was alright with that.

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

*throws questions at YOU*

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

[i-love-zelda-16]

HI RUBII!

HI EMI!!!!

for those who don’t know, we recently got LU WAT married!! 💍

[aeghina]

write a thon ask game!! number 1 👀

1. What WIP are you focusing right now?

That'd be the fey au! Just 2 chapters to finish it, I'm editing things to be able to post both hopefully this month!

[highqueenofelfhame]

Hello my loves! 

First of all: Thank you. I can’t believe my blog has grown so much in it’s little year and a half life. You guys mean so much to me, way more than I could like ever ever put into words. 

Now that that’s out of the way, it’s that time again, folks! I haven’t done one of these in a hot minute, I feel like the last one was around 2k or 2.5k. I’m not really sure. I may have done one at 3k but we all know how shifty my memory is. 

If you’re new here, which a lot of you are (hello!), basically I sit down and answer prompts for roughly 12-18 hours continually. The drabbles end up being anywhere from 300-1k+ words and I generally don’t let myself spend longer than one hour on a prompt. 

I’ll be accepting prompts until the day of the write-a-thon, which at this time is to be disclosed. I’m almost to 3.5k but not quite, so once I hit that many followers I’ll update and reblog this post. 

Please reblog this post! I want to get the word out so that I have plenty of prompts to choose from. I will not answer every prompt as it’s simply not possible. However, during one of my WATs I wrote like twenty-something so you’re still getting a good chunk of entertainment for the day. 

To be tagged in WAT posts you MUST LIKE THIS POST. 

I won’t be using my regular tag list as I don’t want to spam anyone that doesn’t want to be spammed.

you can send me prompts from any of the lists below, but must list the full prompt otherwise I’ll delete it (say if it’s just a number, as most of these are numbered.) You can also send in your own prompts that you’ve come up with, or three word prompts (i.e: candles, the sound of turning pages, tears. or the strike of a match, rain, gas station.) If I reblog other prompt lists you can send in prompts from there too, these are just to get you started and make it easier for ya. 

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I will write for: Rowaelin Nessian Jurdan Cressworth Feysand Elorcan Warnette Again, please like this post if you want to be on that tag list, and reblog to get the word out! 

[azoteas]

Prompt #105

He preferred commuting on a bike. She had no choice to but to take the subway. Like in every Hollywood movie, the city that never sleeps has its ways of bringing people together.