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what time means

“Does it ever stop feeling weird? Do you ever stop feeling like - like a stranger wearing a mask?”

Link watches the older man intently - the tired lines of his face, the way his hair falls, the scar that the rest of them had whispered over until he laughingly told them a story that none of them believed. He’s the oldest of them, perhaps the most experienced; everyone looks up to him, clamours to hear his stories.

He hums in thought. The sound is warm, familiar. Not quite soothing. “Waking up in a world that’s left you behind… in some ways, it does get easier. You get used to the strange way the land unfolds, the people who know you but also don’t because you’re not what they think.”

Wild lifts his own hand to study it - the one with the too-long fingers, the strangely tinted skin, the heavy jewellery that never seems to come off - then meets Link’s gaze squarely. “But you’ll never get back what you lost. Even if you go back to the start, it’s not the same. Something’s been lost in translation.

“But then, you already know that, don’t you?”

Seventeen going on ten, Link shivers.

He never really thought the answer would be ‘yes’.

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For @whyareyoudo and @mystykiki.

[whyareyoudo]

Okay but like, imagine post-Sunset that something like this happens:

Twilight: “Well, I guess we’re all running out of secrets.”

Wild: “I know. Everyone found out about Wolfie at the same time I found out about one Four’s secrets.”

Wind: “Oh, he showed you that? Welcome to the ‘tiny Four’ club!”

Wild: “Hey, he’s hardly shorter than you. Anyway yeah, crazy that he can turn into four people.”

Twilight: “What”

Wind: “What”

Wild: 🫪

[whyareyoudo]

'and if you get killed... walk it off'

Read on Ao3 - My third submission for the ‘For the TriForce’ Fic Fight 2026! @forthetriforce

Summary: He is the Hero(?).

The Princess needs help.

And death allows him to try again.

Fic under the cut:

After nearly a millennium of peace, Ganondorf rises once again. And the land is thrown into chaos.

The Champions stand against it all.

And fall.

The Hero defends the Princess with dying breath. But it’s not enough.

There is no rest for Hylia’s Chosen.

He wakes in the Shrine of Resurrection, knowing nothing. Carrying the fate of everything. A piece of him mourns. 

The name the Princess calls him does not feel like it fits. There is no Link. Not anymore. All that remains is whatever he is now. 

“Remember,” she says. Though there was nothing before.

Monsters roam the plateau. He finds a tree branch on the ground. Muscle memory takes over after 100 years to block a club.

But a branch is not a sword.

Link, or whatever equivalent he is supposed to be, is bludgeoned to death. His life was sad and short. 

Well, until it’s not.

⋟❋⋞

He wakes again in the glowing blue pool.

The Princess calls out to him.

He is relieved to find out he hasn’t been sleeping for another 100 years. 

This time, he chooses the pot lid over the stick. He does not engage the monsters. Not while he only wears rags instead of armor.

An old man greets him. Would have been nice to know the first time.

Four shrines lie awaiting him. The first is simple. The second is less so.

It’s the third that gets him.

It’s cold, cold, cold. The snow on the ground is not a friend. He climbs. His fingers hurt; they lock up.

The hold on the rocks shifts, then loosen.

He falls, and his body is dashed upon the rocks below.

⋟❋⋞

He saves that shrine for last, wandering instead.

A cabin lies further than he’s ventured thus far. The old man is there, too. He gives him a warm shirt. It fends off the worst of the chill. 

He learns he can throw stuff into the pot and make something edible. The peppers make him warmer.

Time is of the essence. He tries getting to the shrine again.

The river is fast and unforgiving. The water is much too cold. But it is not the cold that kills him. 

It’s the water. His leg gets stuck below.

He drowns.

⋟❋⋞

The blue pool is no longer a friend. Yes, it releases him, unlike the river. But the water makes him forget how to breathe.

He exits the shrine and sits near the drop-off until the beating in his chest calms.

Then, he just sits. He can’t move. Not yet. Not while his hair still drips blue drops from the pool.

The old man meets him there, tired of waiting. The shrines, he says. 

The Hero (is he still that?) gets up. That shrine is first now. No use in wasting time if he fails.

Somehow, he gets there. Giant ice blocks help him get back. 

The old man points him to the Temple, then disappears in a blaze of fire. A ghost. The old man has died.

Is Link, if that is truly him, also a ghost? No. He’s different.

He steps into the Temple. The old man speaks. Most of it does not stick with him, only that the Princess needs help. He knows. That is his only purpose, after all.

A paraglider is given to him. He will not die by falling again. He leaves the plateau. 

After he lands, a tall blue monster impales him with a spear. 

⋟❋⋞

After another few tries, he makes it to his next destination. In the house sits an old woman. She speaks without a thought to her words. But he is not quite the one she was expecting. She does not seem to mind as the old man had.

There are four new places to get to before he can enter the castle. How strange. But what does he know?

Somehow, he makes it all the way to the first one without incident. A giant flying bird circles the village of smaller flying birds. He fetches the one Rito, the name of the bird people, who hides away. Without hands, the bird shows him how to use a bow.

He returns to the village. 

While he ignored it the first time, this time he can’t ignore the tug that calls him to the platform they call ‘Revali’s.’

He steps onto it. The world melts away.

He sees a Rito. It doesn’t seem to like him very much. It flies away and taunts that he can’t do the same. Silly bird. Hylians do not fly.

When he comes back to himself, he finds his eyes crying. How strange. He decides he does not like the landing platform.

He is flown to the ‘divine beast.’ Puzzles are weird. The voice that talks at him while he progresses is rude.

The abomination he fights is hard. Though, somehow, he manages it. The giant bird glows blue like his shrine.

The Rito, a ghost like the old man,  rewards him with strong gusts for his travels. It looks sad. 

Link, the one he is mistaken for, leaves in the night.

Skeletons rise from the earth. Most of the arrows they shoot miss. Three hit him. They slow him enough for a fourth to pierce his heart.

⋟❋⋞

He stands on the plateau’s first cliffside and tries to call on the winds like he was shown. It greets him by ruffling his hair and clothes. However, it is not the great gust he was shown. Merely the breeze from his high place. The gift did not stay through his death.

That is fine. He’ll just get it again. So, he jumps.

Though he forgets he has not yet claimed the paraglider from the old man. 

In his most foolish death yet, he dies from the height of his fall.

⋟❋⋞

Once again securing the Rito’s winds, he is off toward the giant elephant. All the water is unnerving. The rain is supposedly never-ending.

A fish man, the ‘Zora Prince,’ meets him along the road and warns him of the monsters. Then he swims away.

He must not have been listening well, he thinks, as the lizard monster shoots him with a yellow-tipped arrow.

Everything burns. His body won’t move. The electricity is not a friend.

The lizard runs him through.

⋟❋⋞

He makes it to the Zora village. The fish king is very large.

An old fish man points out the large statue of a woman that sits in the town center. Another vision overtakes him.

The woman, a Zora Princess (not his Princess), heals him with some magic light. They sit atop the giant elephant. She speaks. The vision ends.

He is given a tunic that helps him swim better. It is a kind gift. Perhaps the water can once again be his friend.

The elephant is filled with puzzles like the giant bird. These puzzles might be easier.

The abomination that greets him at the end is similar to the bird’s. It can reach further. He is not fast enough.

His head is severed from his shoulders.

⋟❋⋞

The elephant is easy. The abomination inside is not. He makes swift potions to aid him. He is victorious this time. 

The Zora’s ghost greets him. Her eyes are sad like the old man’s. She gives him her gift of healing. The rain stops. The lizard monsters scatter. He leaves. 

On his way to the next divine beast, he tries to figure out how to work the Zora’s gift. The Rito, though rude, at least had shown him how to use the winds. He runs into a monster camp to find out.

With all his deaths, he has been learning how to fight. The monsters fall by his blade (though this blade isn’t right, it serves its purpose), leaving little for him to experiment with. He runs into the forest.

Two men in white masks appear before him. The Hero, self–proclaimed, has not taken a Hylian life. He hesitates. The two men don't. 

A sickle slices his front open.

They laugh. He dies.

- - - 

But instead of the Shrine, he wakes on the grass. 

“It has been my pleasure.” The Zora says. Oh. The gift gives him another chance. It is all hers to give.

He continues from where he left off this time. 

The Zora Prince speaks to him. There is little to understand. He leaves.

To the lava mountain.

Horses graze in the distance; he spooks them when trying to catch one. He has seen travelers riding them. Maybe one day he can figure it out.

The mountain is hot. A woman gives him a salve that cools him down. It only helps a little. He changes into his briefs to further help with the heat. They stare, but do not speak.

He makes his way up, following the pre-made path.

A lava octopus emerges from the mountainside and nails him in the head with a boulder. Whether he dies on impact or from falling into the living fire and burning alive, he doesn’t know. It makes no difference.

But the Zora palace is now his first destination.

⋟❋⋞

The Zora gives him healing. He tries the giant lizard before getting to the bird.

The living rocks are very loud, though they seem kind.

In the cliffside is carved a family. He knows what's coming the moment he sees it, but cannot stop the vision that comes.

This Goron is happy too. Very big. Very loud. Non-living rocks roll off the mountain. The Goron glows red, and the rocks bounce off him.

It ends. Tears fall down his face.

He is not appreciative of the one who pointed out the carving. He walks toward the giant lizard. A young Goron insists on helping. At the very least, he is a good listener.

He shoots the Goron out of a cannon. 

Then steps into the giant lizard. Puzzles. Terminals. 

Abomination. It kills him once, but the Zora revives him. He is victorious. 

The ghost of a Goron gives him his shield. He tests it on the same octopus that killed him last time. It works. The Goron shield is almost as good as the Zora’s healing. It will defend him. 

But only once a life, he finds out. He does this the hard way.

A man-horse monster he encounters does not give him a chance to fight before he is crushed to death by its hooves. 

⋟❋⋞

Elephant. Lizard. Bird. Now he only needs the camel.

The tall, red haired women won’t let him in. He has to dress in special clothes. Vai clothes. They are nice and cool him down in the heat. It is a much different heat than the fire mountain.

He must retrieve a golden helm. In the midst of the red suits and white masks. He almost sneaks his way through the hideout, but is caught by the leader. He is forced to fight.

Without meaning to, Link, a name he has dragged through the mud, kills the masked man. 

The remaining masked members flee from the murderer in fear.

Left alone, he cries strongly. Even though he knows that if the death was necessary, it will happen next time. Still, the body mourns until night falls and he almost freezes to death. But all his work would be in vain if he let himself die now. He dons the feathered tunic from the bird people and returns to the Gerudo people.

The tiny Gerudo leader accepts the helm from him. She smiles in just a way-

The vision starts. He sees a Gerudo woman and a Hylian girl. The first wakes the other. Then he himself wakes.

The girl stays seared in his mind.

He leaves for the camel.

Just getting into it might be the hardest of the beasts. Sand is everywhere. He needs to hit the moving targets. Good. The bird taught him how before. So, the camel is stopped. 

He climbs inside.

Puzzles. They are not his friend here. Neither is the electricity; he already knows. 

This abomination is even faster than the others had been. Though he is armed and prepared compared to it, he is slow.

The lightning burns him from the inside-out, and he dies. What a way to go.

- - -

The grace brings him back. He drinks one of the resistant potions immediately. Now all he has is the shield, which he must time well or else it will lose its use.

The abomination was not prepared to see his body spring back to life. 

He learns to use magnesis to help it hurt itself. When it falls he attacks.

The shield saves him from a death when the lightning tries to catch him. He is on his own now.

He shoots an arrow at an eye. It dies. 

A form of lightning meant for lightning is given by the Gerudo woman. He can’t see himself using it.

He stumbles out.

Deserts are strange. They’re hot. And they're cold. He must change again out of the warm tunic to accommodate. The tiny Gerudo thanks him. He leaves.

The castle finally comes into view again. The terrible ‘guardians’ surround it. They make the body react in a similar way to the water after he drowns. Fear, he thinks. It makes his breath quick and his chest hurt. He sneaks around them, and though it takes longer, he gets to the sanctum.

The Princess apologizes. She does not need to.

The abomination of the castle, the King of abominations emerges and pulls them down into the castle’s depths. The four divine beasts help. Then he is on his own.

It has too many weapons. Is too unpredictable. His armor feels once again like rags as it cuts him down the middle.

Link, the one he couldn’t truly be, dies.

⋟❋⋞

It is not a failure. He learns because of it. He knows that much.

Not that he knows a lot else. He could make a list of all the things he knows:

The big blue expanse is the sky (though it can also be red, and black, and yellow). 

The Princess (whoever she is) needs help. 

And death (the concept of which he does not understand) is only a means to try again.

⋟❋⋞

The Hero wakes…

[whyareyoudo]

Not all Angels have Wings

Read on Ao3 - The second submission for the ‘For the TriForce’ Fic Fight 2026!! @forthetriforce

Summary: The new hero, battered, beaten, broken, has only just finished his final battle. Lightning flashed, thunder crashed, rain fell in sheets... And the new hero had no wings.

Fic under the cut:

- - -

Legend cursed at the shining golden gate. 

A golden gate meant another hero. It meant their eight would become nine. It meant another Link whose life they had to disrupt. 

Screw all that.

It had been three or four weeks since the last golden gate and the welcoming of Four into their numbers. Since then, they had been through three different, much less divine-feeling portals, making them all assume that Four would be the last of their heroes. Turns out they were wrong.

How many more would have to join them? Just how big was the threat they would have to face? And how long before he could walk right up to Hylia and tell her to buzz off-

“Ack! Legend!” Wind yelled, throwing his arms up to keep Legend’s feathers out of his face. Whoops. 

Legend forced his flaring wings to chill out, muttering a quick apology to the tiny Sailor. It wasn’t Legend’s fault he was standing so close, after all. 

Well, there was no use in trying to fight it. Luckily, they had already packed up camp and were set to begin traveling. At least this time, Hylia let them prepare. He waited for no one before stepping into it.

Walking through it felt like every other time before. Disorienting. Cold. Wrong. One would think Hylia could spare a better way of traveling, but no, of course not. It didn’t seem she cared for their destination, either. The moment his feet found purchase in this new time, Legend was practically assaulted by the weather. 

Rain fell from the heavens in freezing cold sheets, immediately drenching through all the layers of his clothing. Someone yelped from the sudden shock of it. Strong gales blew from their left, causing Legend to stumble into the person nearest to him, Warriors, who was flaring out his wings to try to keep himself balanced. Legend nearly did the same until he then heard the thunder that boomed and echoed all around them, followed quickly by flashing lightning just beyond them. His wings stayed pressed tightly against himself. It was more likely that the wind would simply knock him down if he tried, anyway. 

A quick check assured that the two smallest were standing with others; Wind leaned against Wild, and Four with Twilight.

Hylia had dropped them in the middle of a god-forsaken lightning storm.

How lovely. He could already imagine how long it would take to dry out all his belongings.

Even better, it seemed as if they were on some kind of platform or elevated plain. Only darkness was visible past the edge, and no one would dare get close enough to see what might lie beyond. Not unless they were keen on getting blown off. Well, he’d keep an extra eye out for Wild and Hyrule.

Though, perhaps there was a bit of an upside to all this: They wouldn’t have to look far for their new hero.

In the center of it all stood a young man pointing a glowing blue Master Sword in their direction, his stance one of tired defense. The man looked confused, surprised maybe; it was hard to make out his exact expression through the heavy rain.

The leader of their rag-tag group, Time, made his way to the front of them, hands up in a sign of peace. His expression was unnoteworthy, but Legend knew that he was actively fighting back a grimace. The Old Man hated the rain; anything more than a drizzle made him irritable. Owls were not as resistant to rain as other birds, after all.

Time tried calling out to the man, but his words were stolen by the wind. Legend couldn’t even hear most of the words. The Master Sword stayed raised in warning. 

Hmm, that might be a problem. It had been difficult enough to explain themselves to any of the heroes in the first place, armed to the gills and suddenly appearing out of nowhere. It would be nearly impossible to do so if they had no true way of communication. This hero was ready for a fight.

And perhaps he had the advantage. Maybe this horrid weather was a staple of his time; if so, he surely had the advantage over any of them.

Before they could find out if that would be the case, the hero crumpled to the ground as a puppet with cut strings. And as if in pity, the rain began to let up, softening from a torrential downpour to a more tolerable rainfall. Time, Warriors, and himself, as the closest ones, surged toward the young man. Legend nearly jumped into the air, ready to spring into a quick flight to reach the fallen hero, but caught himself just before he spread his wings.

That was close. He certainly wasn’t heavy enough to fight against the winds- they would’ve easily snatched him up and carelessly tossed him away. Instead, he clinked his heels together and whispered an incantation under his breath. The Pegasus boots sang with magic. Legend ran.

When he reached the hero, the only thing he could think was, oh. This was much worse than he thought.

Just a first glance revealed pressing injuries that only one fresh from a battle should bear. Dark gashes of blood that must have been stab wounds stained the rain-soaked green tunic, and a long cut down the length of his thigh. His left arm twisted wrongly. Any exposed flesh was either black and blue, or angry red. 

In the hand that had been holding the Master Sword, the palm and fingers of the hero’s glove looked as if melted onto the skin of his hand. Exactly in the shape of her hilt. 

And perhaps worst of all, the hero, battered and broken, was only still a teenager (though that was nothing new).

Warriors finally caught up, kneeling beside the two of them. Immediately, the Captain acted, pulling the hero to himself and brushing his fingers over the evident injuries, assessing them. Being held like a child made the hero look even younger.

It was then Legend realized: the hero had no wings.

They were not folded under him, as he’d initially believed. Nor were they dark and just hard to see in the still-falling rain. No, he simply had none. Legend’s wings fluttered at the thought. He forced them back down.

The others caught up, questions in their eyes, but silence on their lips.

Then, something tugged the edge of his soul. Legend’s gaze flew up, searching. However, there was no new swirling portal in front of them. He turned.

The golden gate still stood. No.

All of the heroes bristled at once, those who could, flaring their wings in anger.

“It seems she already expects us to travel back.” Time commented. There was no lost love for Hylia in his tone. His single blue eye stared at the new hero for only a moment, before continuing, “It’s best we comply.”

Even though it was insane. Even though they had never been asked to travel through the portals more than once in the same day, let alone only a few, rain-soaked minutes after arriving. However, there was little to be done about it. Either they went through the portal willingly, or Hylia made a new one and forced them through it. He’d found that out the hard way. 

At their best, the portals were disorienting and sickening. At the worst, Legend felt as though he was being twisted inside out. His defiance had instantly turned to regret; it had been horrible. They could not do that to the boy.

It seemed like Twilight, who had also experienced the forced portal, had come to the same conclusion. “Let’s go.” He agreed. 

“No, wait.” Came a whisper.

The boy was blinking up at them, his one bruised eyelid staying stubbornly closed. 

Time knelt beside the boy. “I truly do apologize, but we must go. She…” He pauses, as if holding back as much harshness as he was able, “Hylia has willed it.”

“But,” the boy starts, trying to straighten himself as if to pull away from the Captain and move himself. A cry of pain results from the simple attempt of movement. He looks out into the nothing that waits beyond the plateau, “She’s down there. Zelda.”

And just like that, it got even worse.

While Legend could’ve put two-and-two together (a part of him already had, the rest just didn’t want to admit it), those words confirmed it. He was still on his adventure. Or from the looks of it, was just shy of completing it and returning home. But now he wouldn’t be going home.

Getting back to his feet, a knee definitely ‘popped.’ Still, Time directed his attention to the other heroes. “Come, let’s give him the moment.”

Quickly, Time and Twilight herded the remaining heroes into the portal. “We’ll meet you on the other side.” The Old Man winked at them (or had it just been a blink?) before he stepped through. Only Warriors, Legend, and the new hero remained.

The boy wasted no time. Tugging on Warriors’ scarf, he tried to pull himself up, to no avail. “Please, I just, I need to see her.” He whispered, voice ragged, desperation clear on his face. It was not a question. 

Even if he wanted to, Legend was not strong enough nor big enough to carry a passenger. Not anymore. Not since…

Stupid bleeding heart, he was. He locked eyes with Warriors. At first, he wasn’t sure what he would ask, other than perhaps to find a way to help the kid. “Captain?”

Warriors, who had appeared as torn as Legend himself was, simply nodded, expression cooling into one of resolve. He slowly rose to his feet. The boy in his arms whimpered. His blistered hands shook as he tried to grab onto the Captain.

Though the rain still poured from above, and the winds still tugged all around, Warriors lifted his wings. And jumped into the air. Within only a few seconds, Legend was lost from sight, and Warriors and his new friend soared. 

He tried flying straight just long enough to clear the plateau. Even that little bit of distance was hard. He was confident enough to know that he would not be knocked completely out of the air, but to end up exactly where he planned was less likely.

Luckily, all he planned was the dropoff. Once there was nothing but empty air beneath him, Warriors dove.

The new hero screamed. First, in surprise and fear, then it shifted more toward joy, if not disbelief. The boy clung onto him so tightly, the Captain would not be surprised to wake up with bruises in the shapes of fingers the next morning. Regardless, he knew there was no chance he would drop him.

As they fell, the storm was left behind. The thunder faded, and the rain lightened more and more the further they got. How peculiar. Warriors kept his wings flared, slowing their descent. There was no way of telling just how far the surface was, after all. To his relief, land was within sight. 

Shapes began sharpening underneath. A large stone statue made the new hero squirm, tossing his head back to get a better view. Warriors leaned toward it, letting muscle memory guide the movement of his wings. There was a little platform near the base of the statue, and at the very least, he could get them there. He would, given the pure determination this new hero held to get there.

Warriors circled the back of the statue’s head and back around to the front. They drew closer.

He heard her before he saw her.

“Link!”

Zelda. Immediately he was sure. Dressed in all white, with long golden hair and a peculiar expression set on her face. 

And then a golden gate opened before them, too close to maneuver around. Invisible hands grabbed him. Warriors was forced into the gate, the new hero held tightly in his arms. 

The darkness enveloped them.

[whyareyoudo]

The one where Warriors and Wild learn Skulltulas are Poisonous

Read on Ao3 - The first of my submission for the ‘For the TriForce’ Fic Fight 2026!! @forthetriforce

Summary: What it says on the tin. Plus, they have a little talk

Fic under the cut:

Now that that stupid dungeon room was finished, Warriors couldn’t help but wonder what waited in store for them next. And since neither of them had been in dungeons like this, it was essentially walking straight into the unknown.

Why no one had brought up the fact beforehand, he’ll never know.

Wild had gone silent since they entered the long stone corridor. Maybe Warriors was too proud to admit it, but the Champion had been a huge help in that last room. He’d been quick on his feet, and even quicker in his strategy. Had Warriors been by himself back there, he might not be standing now. So maybe the two of them hadn’t been such a bad pair-up after all.

At the very least, it was a lot harder to look at Wild in any sort of bad light, even after the fight with the Iron Knuckle. There was still plenty he disagreed with when it came to the Champion, and perhaps there always would be. But the air between them had been thick and tense; now it was so much lighter after their bit of exchange -Something in common other than this mysterious quest and that dastardly Shadow.

It was still a quiet affair, their little duo. This temple was almost made as if to amplify every sound, every breath. Unnecessary chatter felt unwelcome, and Warriors was raised to be respectful and reverent in holy sites. Even if this one was swarming with monsters.

The hall finally opened into a circular room; a dead end. In the middle sat a dusty old chest, not unlike the one Hyrule had found near the entrance of the temple. It was very conspicuous.

Wild moved to step into the room, though Warriors stopped him before he could get any further.

“It could be a trap.”

The Champion paused. “Oh, that’s true. I’m used to chests being rewarded for solving my Shrines.”

Scanning the room, nothing struck him as odd. Nothing ready to drop from the ceiling. The walls were clear of sigils and curses. Then, dropping down to the ground to check the height of the flagstones, none stood out as looser or taller than the others. Either the room was just as it seemed, or the hidden pressure plate was very professionally installed.

Well, why not check it out, then?

They walked slowly, Warriors setting the cautious pace, ready to spring into action at any indication of a trigger going off. Luckily, the Champion followed his lead and stayed a pace behind him, his feet even lighter on the stones, barely present.

The chest just sat there, innocently waiting. Upon reaching it, Warriors checked again for anything off. Call him paranoid, but he hadn’t lived this long without (at least most times) thinking things through.

Warriors set his hand on the latch. Then, flipped it open. He was expecting, perhaps, a ‘click’ of a mechanism, or a tripwire pulled taut that led to something else.

For all his caution, he somehow wasn’t expecting whatever was inside to jump out at him and sink its teeth into his forearm.

“Ack!” Warriors jumped back, half out of surprise, and half out of fear, not for any true pain. Frantically, he swung his arm back and forth to knock it off. The skulltula held firm.

“Captain!”

Warriors held still long enough for Wild’s arrow to pierce through its body and force it off him. The skulltula shrieked and convulsed on the ground before shriveling up and going still. He stared at it for another moment before it disappeared in a plume of smoke as all monsters did.

It was unlike the ones he was used to. Whereas the ones from his era seemed to be made of gold, this looked as if born from a real skull, with only its legs ringed in gold. And killing it usually left some kind of reward. This one died as simply as any other monster. Very strange.

Wild put his bow away, walking up to the Captain and gesturing for him to surrender his arm. He complied, letting Wild look over him. “It bit you?!”

“Yep.” Somehow, it had done so by sinking its fangs right through the leather and in between the metal plates of his vambrace. Two little red dots marked his arm. Certainly smaller than he would’ve guessed its fangs were, but they’d never tried to bite him before, so he never thought too hard about it before. “I might have overreacted a bit.”

“You sure you’re alright? I’ve never seen a… monster like that.” Wild paused, twisting Warriors’ arm this way and that. “Its legs kind of remind me of a Guardian.”

The Captain pulled his arm back to himself. “Yes, I’m sure I’ll be fine. It barely stings.” He reassured, “Those are skulltulas. Though mine are golden, usually harmless, and always leave some kind of treasure behind. But it doesn’t look like it did. How inconsiderate.” Just to make sure, he leaned over to peer inside the chest and… oh well, there was a little something in there.

Sitting at the bottom of the chest lay a key, one that looked remarkably in the image of the strange Skulltula. Not a boss key. But a key nonetheless. He reached in and grabbed it without any fanfare.

They had not come across any locked doors on their path, and since they now reached the end, it must be for one of the other heroes' group. They’d have to turn around and head back to the Central Room and hope that everyone else would meet up as well.

Warriors relayed to Wild, who easily agreed.

Back to the center of the temple.

- - -

It wasn’t long after that before the bite started itching. Wild had noticed, though he was trying to pretend he hadn’t, trusting the Captain’s word. Which was still true. It didn’t hurt; it wasn’t halting their progression forward. It was just annoying. He was used to his burn scars acting up at the most inopportune times, and knew how to handle them. This little bite would be no different. However, Warriors still let himself fall out of step with Wild, trailing behind him rather than beside. He still couldn’t help but think he was rubbing at it too much. Not scratching, mind you, but just rubbing the edge of the bite. It helped. And after all, he knew better.

But clearly he didn’t, as the itch grew warm until the warmth almost felt a bit too warm. Until it burned almost as if he drew his arm too close to an open flame. It was bringing back memories of Volga. Of the burn scars that ran down his dominant arm. That had not been a fun recovery; even still, the scars tugged and pulled and made the skin never feel like his own.

How long had they been down here, again? They’d made it through at least three rooms filled with monsters, one with a puzzle, the stupid ‘fake chest’ room… It had been a few hours by now. Overall, they hadn’t truly been exploring all that long. They were already doubling back, too.

But then why had he grown so exhausted? Those first few rooms should merely have been a warm-up. Warriors had marched across the country in worse weather conditions, wounded from battle, and with much less sleep before. Then again, he’d never had a Wild to keep this close an eye on before. But wait… Wild hadn’t really been any trouble thus far. He’d actually been great; there was much less babysitting than he’d been planning to do and much more quiet camaraderie, fighting side-by-side like he would do with any other knight. Even though Wild was far from the average knight. Didn’t even wear chainmail or armor.

Man, Warriors really wanted to pull off his vambrace. It was feeling a little tighter than usual. Had he tightened it too much when readying himself this morning? Taking it off would help with some of the heat, wouldn’t it? Maybe he could loosen his scarf a bit, as well. Nor was the chainmail doing him any favors…

“Hey!”

Warriors blinked, and suddenly Wild was standing directly in front of him, clamping his hands on his shoulders. “Hmm?” How had he turned around so fast? Of course he was an agile thing, but Warriors hadn’t even seen him move.

A hand went to his forehead. “You’re burning up. Give me that arm.”

“Bossy.”

Wild grabbed it himself. When his fingers brushed the bite, it sent sharp pain both down his fingertips and up to his neck. Warriors tried to pull away. Wild frowned and held on tighter. “Hold still.” Deft fingers began working on unbuckling his vambrace. Oh, perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing, it was rather warm down here. Somehow. He wasn’t sure.

Vambrace off. Sleeve rolled up. The sudden lack of pressure over the bite felt like a breath of fresh air. But also kind of like a terrible thing. The fire did ebb or smother out, it merely looked for more to devour. It hurt. Where the two little dots had sat, were now two really red, really angry welts. His forearm was swollen, too, no wonder it was so sensitive.

Wild frowned, “That thing must have been poisoned. Captain, let’s sit down. You look like you’re about to end up down there anyway.”

He had enough sense to be offended. But not quite enough to act on the suggestion. Wild grabbed hold of his uninjured arm and led him to rest on the floor. But supposedly that wasn’t enough for him.

The Champion continued to fuss over him, muttering under his breath as he did so. First were his pauldrons, his gloves, and pulling off his overtunic. Then came the fighting with his chainmail until Warriors was able to show him that it too, had a buckle to unstrap first.

In the matter of a few minutes, the only article of clothing on his torso was his undertunic. His limbs felt like they were tied to millstones when finally, he was leaned against the wall, which was all chilled and rough as stone could be. Every muscle was weary and tired. He felt as if he’d just taken on an army by himself.

The wound (the bite?) on his arm was hot and he could feel his heart thrumming in his arm instead of his chest. Except now, the lack of his layers made him feel cold cold cold everywhere else. Of course it was; stupid underground tunnels were drafty and hardly well-heated. Where his flesh met the air felt bitter and made him shiver, though the blood underneath his skin felt fit to boil. That was great. He was burning alive but would die out in the cold.

Woe was life. Everything sucked.

However, he had to admit that the cold seemed to bring some sense back to him, brightening the fog that had begun to settle over his thoughts.

‘Poison.’ The horrid Skulltula had been venomous. Whoever’s time that thing belonged to was going to hear some words. If Warriors makes it out of here, the nine of them are going to have a meeting and go over each and every era’s monsters and how to properly fight them. At the very least, a heads-up about poisonous creatures would have been nice.

Well. Whoever was familiar with these Skulltulas, if any of them actually were, was not here. Any knowledge on how to treat the bite did not lie with Wild and himself. There was no room for experimenting, either. A wrong herb might have an adverse reaction rather than a positive one.

He was truly in unknown waters here.

“Go get help… I’m not going anywhere.”

Wild shook his head. “No, they’ll notice we’re not there soon, right? I’m sure they’re all heading back to the start already. Help is coming.”

Warriors frowned. No, that was an empty promise. There was no way to know if any of the other paths were as straight forward as theirs had been. The other groups might still be venturing down, and they were all blissfully unaware of Warriors’ situation. “No there’s not. You have to, have to grab them-”

“I’m not leaving you here! No one deserves to die… alone.” His voice trailed off. Before he caught himself and hurriedly added on: “Not that you’re going to die! You’ll be fine, you will be fine.”

“Sit down.” He commanded, voice shaky and tone not as stern as he might’ve liked. But Wild’s tone was resolute, and even Warriors knew not to fight someone so determined. “If you’re not going to leave, come sit with me then.” While that might’ve signed his death warrant, something deep down assured him otherwise. He couldn’t name the source of it, but peace greeted him as Wild settled on the ground beside him. While it sucked, this bite wouldn’t claim him.

Silence demanded the moment. So there they simply sat. Wild was fidgety, though that was nothing new. Warriors half expect him to change his mind and bolt down the hallway for help. But he didn’t. Instead, he bundled up his scarf (Warriors did not know when he had unwrapped it from his neck) and set it next to his side. Slowly, the Champion took his injured arm to set it on the new cushion. But just that small movement sent sharp pain up his shoulder and neck, and made needle points dance on his fingertips. He might’ve cried out. He wasn’t sure.

Warriors closed his eyes just to focus on breathing.

Eventually, the pain began to ebb. The arm was still burning, spreading from his wrist to elbow. It wasn’t as concentrated as before, less like fire, more like a hot day in the sun. Still uncomfortable.

This was like being sick with the bonus perk of being injured. And naturally, Warriors hated being either of the two.

“Remind me not to get poisoned again.” He mumbled into Wild’s shoulder.

Wait…

Warriors forced his eyes to blink open, and found himself leaning heavily against the Champion. Whoops. He didn’t mean to black out, of course. And he surely didn’t mean to cuddle with Wild. Was this… did this count as cuddling?

The thoughts were met with laughter. “No, I wouldn’t count this as cuddling.” Wild teased. Dangit, had he said that outloud? “I only cuddle with Wolfie."

Warriors hummed in response. Good.

With that sorted out, the Captain nearly fell back asleep. Until…

“Y’know, I forget sometimes.” Wild said suddenly, warding off the silence. “That all of you have lived painful journeys, and you all bear scars, whether visible or not. But you’re the only other one who’s been burned like I have. I can’t believe I’d forgotten about that.”

Oh. Warriors looked down at his arm.

It was kinda gross, right now, actually. All swollen and red, burning and… anyway. But the scars from the fire attack still sat etched in his skin. Ragged and messy. Carved without care and left to heal in a way that was never quite right. Warriors couldn’t blame Wild for forgetting about them, because Warriors tried his best to make the world, including himself, forget about them.

Long sleeves, even in the summer, luckily the nobles just wore lightweight clothes, not less of them. Even with nightclothes and undershirts; if the cuffs sat over his knuckles, it was all he could ask for. Gloves when he could. His arm was bundled up whenever it could be. It was not the kind of heroic, courageous scar that one might think it was.

Wild’s scars were all that. He had faced his foe and proven his courage and determination. They were a testament to his victory over certain death itself.

Warriors’ were none of that. They were due to a lack of action. Others had to come to his rescue. And then he had been utterly useless while in the infirmary healing. Even now, he would hardly say he was back at one hundred percent.

The wound had changed him.

His dominant hand wasn’t as nimble as it once was. His handwriting looked different now, if only by a little. He fumbled with his sword in battle more times than he cared to admit. He had not even dared to try to pick up a needle again, not for quick mends, or for sutures, let alone for the elegant needlework he’d once begged his mother to teach him.

It was pitiful, really. He was pitiful.

“So, what about you, Captain?”

“Hmm?” Oh, had he missed something?

Wild took a slow breath, measured and steady. “In five years? Where do you want to be?”

He supposed that was kind of a loaded question, wasn’t it?

If the question was asked when Warriors was 17, at the start of the war, the truthful answer would be that he didn’t think he had five years to look forward to. It was a blessing in and of itself to make it to camp each night with the prayer of just one more day repeating on his lips. He was inexperienced. Impulsive. Surely nothing more than cannon fodder that would fall to the enemy.

And yet, here he was.

Even one year ago, the question would have been simple: At the castle performing his duties. Maintaining peace. Helping Hyrule recover from the aftermath of war.

Now, it wasn’t all that different. But Wild’s answer had made him think. Anything he wanted to pursue in the future was missing a vital piece. He’d known it all along, but perhaps he had never wanted to truly admit it. But first…

“I think I’ll probably become even closer to a stuffy noble than I already am. Filling out paperwork and being stuck inside while all the younger knights get to goof off. Maybe yelling at them to quiet down from my office window.” Warriors paused as Wild laughed again. Well, now it's time to get serious, “But before I get that pleasure, well… I want to keep rebuilding my home. Restore it to the glory it was before the Great War broke out. Make sure every unnamed soldier that fell does not remain as so; each and every one will be properly honored.

“And…” Man, was he really going to say this? “I’ll, I’ll be with Zelda. Working alongside her, until my dying breath.” He felt the heat rise to his face. It was the fever, not a blush.

Wild grinned down at him anyway, “Hey, you took my answer! You truly are a sap, aren’t you?” He sighed and leaned back. The smile faded from amusement to a soft one. “I guess we’re more similar than I thought, then.”

Hmm. Well, he supposed they were both doing the best for their kingdoms, trying to rebuild what had been torn down, and upholding their oaths. Sure, the Champion could get on his nerves at times. He could be reckless and impulsive at the worst of times. And loved to completely disregard his orders if he disagreed.

But Warriors had been 17 once, too. And if he looked closely, he could see bits and pieces of himself in the Champion.

“Yes. I suppose we are.”

[hermes-and-apollo]

Tag game:

a fact most people don't know about you

random fact (about anything you want)

favorite book

favorite movie

favorite TV show

favorite character

@biscotch @maliciousandlovely @booknerd2712 @epichermesholymoly @hawkeyedoodles @loch-nes-dragon @cams-rambles @chaos-triangle @b-does-arts @thetypogoddess @br1ght-1s-d34d-2ndaccount @bardorsomethinglikethat +open tags

Feel free to tag whoever, this isn't strictly for your mutuals but for anyone. Strangers, people you follow, your followers. If you want me to answer any of these I guess you can just tell me.

[hermes-reblogs]

yes please answer them!!!

I could read before I could talk

Armadillos are bulletproof

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir

Project Hail Mary and TADC: The Last Act

TADC

CAINE CAINE CAINE CAINE CAINE

@cams-rambles, @cookiesfandoms, @mini-birdy-offical, @p0pr0x1an, @tadctonorway, @deemondude, @booknerd2712, @loch-nes-dragon, @cheekychihuahuaart, @b-does-arts, @hawkeyedoodles, @chaos-triangle, @chaoticlesbianhere, @lifeserieswatcher, @survalio, @thetypogoddess, @sugarspice-x, @thebumblebeealchemist, @br1ght-1s-d34d-2ndaccount, @txlxmachus, @thefoolingreen, @bardorsomethinglikethat, + open tags :)

[lifeserieswatcher]

1. I went to vision therapy Twice 2. The horned lizard is able to shoot blood from its eyes up to three feet away 3. Hard to pick, but I'll go with "Imogen, Obviously" (It made me realize I was Bi!) 4. Uh... a movie that isn't released yet, Heartstopper Forever 5. The Dragon Prince??? IDK 6. ARGH THERE ARE SO MANY GOOD CHARACTERS... Kaladin Stormblessed??? Or someone from MCYT

@aburntcookie @biacefeministdemigodwitch @leftoverpizza634 @the-wolffe-pack @evil-vam-pire @strawbxrrypies @night-feline @violetthediva @immortallysharky @luk3y-t00k-a-d00k7 @ferventlystrangesigil @rubystar999 @cunninglythevictoria @unbotheredtarantula @blazingvictorsymbol + open tags (:

[strawbxrrypies]

1: my younger and only brother is twelve years younger than me

2: sunburn is a type of radiation burn, not heat burn, because the sun uses it's rays to move objects which creates heat (I learnt this at first aid, don't come for me if it's incorrect)

3: six of crows by Leigh bardugo

4: I don't watch movies much to be honest. I wouldn't even know where to start with that

5: the rookie or if the life series count than that

6: esmp lizzie <3

@myphycopharmacologist, @multishipper33, @peskybirdonyx, @djyapyap33, @merthaevelynk, @cee-views, @whimsical-steel, @bluefire5817, @ranchersghost, @raynilikescats @hey-its-celeste @queerbookbitch @wrenthewrenbird @immortallysharky @aburntcookie @allhailgoldenchicken @aries0nmars @deltenner @sunshine-snake @rzkx, @phantumpthetransgender @phoenixrainsfire413, @toadfree @sparkleblast73 @somestrangestone

[sunshine-snake]

i watched Legally Blonde last night

Athena was one of the few individuals who was immune to Aphrodite's powers regarding love and desire

The Outsiders

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (yes, ik it's a book, but it's a movie too), Mean Girls (2004), or Legally Blonde

Pokémon the Series: XY

Esmp Lizzie, Vsmp Shelby, or Double Life Pearl <33

open tags! (who i'm tagging below the cut) :) /nf

@beanzdabean @gaysnake43 @iicor @yourlocalavian @wiltingtu1ips @ver-astroii @lunathetunaaa @autopilotangel @toadfree @maedaeeee @elilovestrafficsmp @iwishfishwerereal @biteygremlinanon @nerd-alerts @mcytobsessedshine @foxeroni @purrrrplecats @bucket-of-axilotl @fledgeheart @goodtimeswithshane @sea-jellie-thoguhts @ellie-star @ihavebeenstrippedfrommywhimsy @dawn-but-different @opalizedninjacat @vivaciousmessypixie @chocolate-croissant50 @mare-the-gupxolotl @cherryseed7 @merthaevelynk @blue-jay27 @i-had-a-bad-feeling @sparkleblast73 @lavendersongz @kitkat-moon-flameflower @raynilikescats + anyone else :)) /nf

[mare-the-gupxolotl]

1. I have a step-brother

2. (Tadc) Ragatha's horse in real life was named Daisy Bell

3. (i forgot he nameeee)

4. Ratatui

5. Young Sheldon

6. 3.rd life Grian, 3.rd life Scott, esmp Jimmy, esmp Scott

Tagggggs

@orewolf @notsticks-notsticks @aukochan @fledgeheart @kawaii-kookie333 @shelly-sun-moon @crypt-of-night @firephoenix2020 @somestrangestone @spearmint-sugar @argostly @unablebagel

Or anypony who wants to!

[somestrangestone]

I have a dog and I love her so much she’s my baby <3

Orange carrots are genetically modified, they’re naturally purple

this is very mean…maybe five survive by holly Jackson I really loved that but I’m part of the way through project Hail Mary and I love it so much!

enola Holmes? I don’t watch many movies and it’s very good!

stranger things, or sweet tooth both wonderful

Geminitay or pearlescentmoon <3

@crepemew @jasperjpg2 @notsticks-notsticks @spac3dementiaa @peskybirdonyx

[jasperjpg2]

fun fact about me is that i'm very bad at coming up with fun facts

the wii version of twilight princess was the first time link was canonically right handed

hmm. maybe dark rise? i genuinely haven't read anything apart from school novels for so long.

LEVITICUS OHHHH MAN I JUST WENT TO WATCH THIS YESTERDAY IN THEATRES IT WAS SO GOOD

the amazing digital circus (crazy to think how a couple months ago i would have said stranger things without a doubt...)

twilight from linked universe or life series etho. orrr jax from tadc

@torczhe @nerdygremlininthewalls @off-brand-halloween-ghost @i-love-zelda-16 @kittrrrr @whyareyoudo

[whyareyoudo]

I have birthmarks in the shape of the Orion constellation on my arm

The smell of rain (specifically for the sky water hitting the earth) is petrichor.

Oh goodness… I’m just going to say the whole Ranger’s Apprentice series

Princess Bride, no question

Prolly the Clone Wars

Either Connor from DBH, or Sky from Linked Universe

@whyoneartheven @thejolteonmastertj @lunamilliesapphire @lunawolfiefoxy @undertheopensky @inumbrapugnabimus-maybe

+anyone else who wants to play :)

[the-au-collector]

So I’ve been wondering something for a while now…

How do y’all remember all the Link’s names?

For me I split them into groups of three (since 9 is easily divisible by 3 and all):

the timeline trio: Time, Twi, and Legend

the w trio: Wild, Wind, and Warriors

the not easy to categorize: Four, Sky, and Hyrule

Just curious if anyone else does this lol or how?

[whyareyoudo]

So I honesty go down the timeline/chronological order:

Sky

Four

Time

And then from left to right based off the official (i think) branches timelines

Legend -

Hyrule

Twilight

Wind

Warriors

Wild

That’s the only way I could keep them in check when I first got into it lol

But OP, the ‘W’ trio is so real. If I’m missing one, it’s usually one of those three 😅

[west-0]

I don’t understand what Hyrule uses to keep his sword strapped to his back, it’s truly a mystery. I’ve looked for hours for any reference and I’ve concluded now it’s just one of his powers.

[whyareyoudo]

I love the art!!

But also, OP raises a great point; I had to look into it:

He totally has a strap of sorts when it’s just the blade-

But when he has a sheath:

Hyrule’s sheath is just kinda there. The blade itself must not be magical enough, the sheath is what makes it 😂

[whyareyoudo]

Finally got around to making another edit!! It’s been… a little too long since the last ones😅

Anyway, here’s our boy Wind!!

Lmk if y’all have any ideas for more, if you like these 😁🫶

[jasperjpg2]

oh my god 2 or 3 years ago i started making this choose your own adventure but it was for lu and i completely forgot about it?? maybe i should finish it sometime soon...

[whyareyoudo]

Oh my gosh yes! That sounds so fun 🫶😄

[kookyburrowing]

Steal something from my house

Recurve bow

Wooden carved copy of Andúril

Antique Superman comics

Wooden automaton I made

Beowulf (translated by Seamus Heaney)

my little brother (annoying)

Completed sketchbook from my senior year of high school

Voting ended onJun 17

tagging @blueberry-ry @mocktortis @riding-with-the-wild-hunt

[mocktortis]

prev your sketchbook sounds cool

i would like to steal your...

Fearbook Venus McFlytrap with handpainted legs (by me)

black skull candle

cool hat with paper clips sewn to it

red pointe shoes (will only fit if you have small but wide feet)

bass (instrument)

anatomically correct squid snuggly

Voting ended onJun 19

@julpernulper @the-house-on-ash-tree-lane @threeeyedharemp3 @thatrandomartistjavi @the-lavender-creator

[the-house-on-ash-tree-lane]

your squid is now mine

theive from me ?

“one man yaoi” fight club image printed on a school printer

sofabed that fits perfectly under my loft

saw, saw ii, saw iii, saw iv, and saw vi special editions on dvd

ceramic cat painted to look like my old cat binx

fancy victorian-esque mirror i got at goodwill for 8$

thrice-annotated copy of welcome to night vale by joseph fink and jeffrey cranor

the complete calvin and hobbes

Voting ended onJun 23

@moldfucker @dogboycarriebrownstein @zz0mbiex @jinglyjangly-theclowm @desolendate @hopelessplutonium @jame-dumb and anyone else who sees this and wants to :)

[pavilarg0]

Thank you for the tag !! I am taking your Fight Club Image

steal from the jamie

Grace Chasity's "cancel homec*mming" sign

Tiny trans flag in a cup

Basket hanging from the ceiling

Tiny paper Veronica Sawyer, also hanging from the ceiling

Copy of The Silence of the Lambs, 2/3 annotated

Voting ended onJun 23

@necr0-th1ng @believeinthe-enemy + anyone else who wants to do this

[stephanieyumyum]

robbing you of your ceiling basket

steal from me?

lava lamp

half bedazzled pokespe volume 4

a glass

pile of notecards

spongebob musical script

Voting ended onJun 17

@chaotic-olm @fishinyourwalls @that-bookworm-bitch and open tags!!

[that-bookworm-bitch]

I am takeing your lava lamp for sure, also this reminds me that I should make the Grace sign fr I completely forgot about that prop!

What would you steal?

A half made halogear padel

collection of lords in black figurines

projector that connects to your phone

mamma Mia script that I forgot to turn in

pokotho mask+ memorabilia

Voting ended onJun 17

@visualisvery @engag3d @onyx-plutos-moon @finnthepartyboy @differentsublimephantom and open tangs :3

[differentsublimephantom]

BOOKWORM GIMMIE THAT PROJECTOR

Uhhhh okay

Take Phantoms stuff

My medium sized Audrey ||

My calico cat Billie

My glass jellyfishes that glow in the dark

My ghostbusters firehouse toy from 1987

My The Lego Movie character minifigs

Voting ended onJun 18

@tylwer34567 @centracks @mawgieluvr @professional-termite

[mawgieluvr]

I'm taking Audrey II I'm sorry she's too cute

What would you steal?

You're taking...

My House of 1000 Corpses figure set signed by Rob, Sherri, Bill, and Rainn

My giant devil Build-a-Bear

My 3D printer

My Warrior Cats plushies

My big bin of LPS

Voting ended onJun 18

@damage-incorp0rated @murdocs-sunshine666 @raydiotower

[murdocs-sunshine666]

Hey...nice LPS Bin-WOAH WHERE DID IT GO?!??!!

I say with an LPS bin shaped throat

what shall you take?

Giant lobster plush

Giant Alien plush

My fridge

Neon Green Bass Guitar

My sister's bin of perfume

Voting ended onJun 18

@aliceangellover69 @hardliquorrr @jaxdabomb @literallylucyray @tokipokidoki @stitchyysmain @thatolliefann @nathyr699

Using my taglist, sorry!!!

[jaxdabomb]

What are you taking..?

My customized Spamton plush

My customized Caine plush

My Warden (superjail) Shrine (NOOOOO PLEASE)

My tv

My Gorillaz Merch

My ita bag (SOBS NO)

Voting ended onJun 24

YOU MONSTERS DONT TAKE MY SHRINE..I also took your alien plush, sorry not sorry alto ♥

UH...@meelk-wayy @byakuyasxbeloveddd uh..OPEN TAGS!!!!

[otlantispearlxox]

Ur ita bag <3 srryyy <333

Fun fact i asked my mum for one for Christmas and i still haven’t got it-

Take…

My bigass plastic waterbottle

My pebble and pink macaroon jellycat :(

A chocolate frog from hp thats jst sitting on my shelf- i dont even like hp now-

A drawing of one of my ocs an irl made me for my bday :3

My danganronpa 1 manga (please dont how do u expect me to live without my F/O :(

Voting ended onJun 24

3 - Idak if ive even finished the chocolate yet its jst in its little box-

5 - /lh

@yippee-tippee @ev1lgoob @cutestflufff @cobezzramblezz @rittydoll @bleper +anyone else

[bleper]

What you taking?

My stinky babies (the cats)

My earbuds

The really pretty incense holder I got awhile ago

Toon Link plush :(((((

Laptop that may or may not scream depending on what you're doing

Voting ended onJun 18

Snatching your water bottle (it's time to drink water/ref)

@mischefous @confused-canid @sleepyy-27 @jasperjpg2 @chatter-crow

No pressure ovi

[jasperjpg2]

mwahaha your toon link is now mine!!

hmm what will it be...

my twilight princess poster

drawer of paints + painting supplies

a jar of soda tabs

my comfy maid jax plush

the miscellaneous pins from my cork board

a set of zelda themed playing cards

Voting ended onJun 24

@somestrangestone @ohgodmypc @kittrrrr @damfangirl08 @whyareyoudo @off-brand-halloween-ghost

[whyareyoudo]

Oh I absolutely want those those playing cards.?But whether to use them or pin them on my wall🤔

Thanks for the tag!!

What are you taking from my house:

My family’s 18 year old Dell computer

My little brother’s Pokémon collection

Half a bag of mozzarella string cheese

A lamp with a carved bear and moose base

My little brother

The dandelion crown I made in the backyard

Voting ended onJun 25

No pressure tags!!

@matcha-squid @whyoneartheven @thejolteonmastertj @lunamilliesapphire @lunawolfiefoxy @undertheopensky @oneweirdbookaddict @inumbrapugnabimus-maybe

+anyone who wants to play!

[hero-of-the-wolf]

New meme format just dropped y'all

image credit: @/linkeduniverse

[whyareyoudo]

Has this been done?

[magicstaradl]

Linkeduniverse Ghibli version!! (re-uploaded)

Ghibli style challenge (AI Free 🤖🚫)

Should I make more of these? 👀✨️

[whyareyoudo]

Chapter 4 be like:

[whyareyoudo]

Dawn's Shining Light

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6 (here), Read on Ao3 here

Beta'd by the lovely @arecaceae175!

-Chapter 6: When the night winds are driving on-

Though he had been shooed off, Legend still hovered nearby. Yes, Four had things covered, even with a fierce Sky and a spastic Wild, but this was a difficult situation to stray too far from.

Warriors had convinced Wind and Hyrule to go find more firewood, and to keep their eyes open for anything to forage, since their cook was out of commission. After, the Captain wandered over to him, interrupting his angry pacing that he’d tried to mask as stretching sore joints.

“Maybe you should go find firewood too. We surely don’t need the latrine hole all your stomping is going to dig,” the Captain remarked.

“Maybe if I keep at it, we’ll finally have a place for all your jokes.”

Warriors raised an eyebrow. Then he sighed, his tone more serious, “I know you’re worried-”

“Of course I’m worried,” Legend hissed. It was a gargantuan effort to keep his voice quiet, but it was for the others’ sake. “Even when we’d first met him and he didn't know who we were, he never looked at us like that. He had no fear. Whenever we face any of these stupid infected monsters, he only moves with intention. Determination. He was confident that he, that we, would be victorious. He smiled at us during thunder storms. Reassure us anytime he was hurt.

“But the way he looked at us… I’ve never seen him so scared before.”

Legend had spent the latter half of is life living in fear.

Fear that came from knights convinced a child was worth killing, monsters who were no better than wild animals with knives, and even fear of the person he was becoming. The world was a scary place for a boy without a parent. Or, in his case, an uncle. It still was. The fact that his spirit was that of a rabbit was no mistake. Sarcasm and dark humor was his way of coping. Laughing in the face of fear seemed to throw it off most of the time. And turning your back on the things that you fear only kept them trailing behind you.

That intense fear was out of place on Sky, because Legend only saw it when he looked in the mirror.

It was then that he realized he had stopped pacing. So much for burying the things he hated.

A hand landed on his shoulder. Warriors had moved in front of him and was starting to lean over.

Legend scoffed, “Don’t you dare kneel to look me in the eyes.”

The Captain paused, as if debating whether to address it or not. He did not. “I know.”

That caught him off guard.

“What?”

“I said, ‘I know.’ Finding Sky back there might very well have been the worst sight of my life. And I’ve seen a lot, war is not pretty, after all. Death became familiar. It became a simple product of my life.” Warriors looked sick standing there. “But it was never so personal. I don’t have a family that had to get wrapped up in it all. Friends, comrades, sure. I froze the first time I saw someone get killed in front of me. My inaction caused another life to end.”

Legend looked anywhere but Warriors’ gaze. He caught sight of Sky leaning into Wild’s touch, making for an awkward hug. Four’s eyes were shining.

It tugged at his heartstrings.

Though it tugged hard enough to hurt.

Warriors continued, “I only felt that kind of fear once I met some young boys and claimed them as family. I learned the hard way that family hurts substantially more than any friendship did. I suppose having brothers has it’s own kind of troubles. And I had hoped my troubles were over once those boys of mine made it back home. Though I longed for such a connection as theirs, I hoped I wouldn’t have to deal with the same fear that plagued the daily battles.”

“It’s hard to.. do anything other than worry on a battlefield.” Legend commented.

The Captain nodded his agreement. “I knew that I had to be the first one in once we finally found Sky. Maybe I could stop the younger boys from seeing, just in case…”

“...In case he didn’t make it out.”

Warriors hand left his shoulder. He didn’t say anything. The pain in his eyes spoke for him.

They stopped talking long enough for them to hear Sky’s quiet words: “You did.”

Then Legend’s heart dropped to his stomach.

Sky’s voice continued, “Or… it looked like you. And sounded like you.” He paused again. Then, he raised a shaky hand and cupped Wild’s face. “But, you would never do that.”

Warriors stepped forward, as if unable to leave it be. He stopped after two steps.

Those weary blue eyes met the Captain’s. Sky’s hand fell from Wild’s cheek and dropped to his torso. “And you…” He traced his fingers over the sword wound. “Are not so cruel.”

It was true. Warriors was a mercy-killer. Be it beast or man, he never left it to suffer. It was kindness even with death. The sword left in the Skyloftian’s chest had been there for hours. Days, perhaps.

The color drained from the Captain’s face, coming to the same conclusion.

Sky’s gaze moved to Legend. Eyes calculating. Wheels in his mind turning.

Legend’s sword lay back by the fire. He was unarmed. It would stay there. Grateful for his earlier laziness, Legend moved to stand beside the Captain, closer to the trio on the ground.

“It was your…items,” The Knight trailed off, eyes darting to the bag over his shoulder. While it didn’t seem possible, Sky paled further. “That, um…”

Without giving himself time to think over it, Legend pulled the bag off himself and immediately threw it behind him, uncaring just how far it got. He pulled the medallions up from around his neck dropping them into the pouch at his waist. Next, he pulled every ring off his fingers, one by one feeling their effects fall away into nothing. Ravio’s bracelet was next. The silver ring that itself held no magic yet held an ocean of meaning was last.

He tied off the pouch and fixed it to his belt, which he then unbuckled, dropping it, along with the remainder of his tools and items, right onto the grass. He stepped away from his items and toward Sky.

Though still fully clothed, he felt naked, in a way. No magic coursed through him along with the pulsing of his heart. No protection sat over him like a second layer of skin. He felt vulnerable, as if he was back underneath Hyrule Castle, watching his uncle collapse to the cold, unforgiving ground-

No, Legend told himself. Now was not the time for that.

He focused his gaze back onto Sky’s, watching for any change in his expression as Legend slowly lowered himself to the ground. His hands rose in surrender. Sky’s jaw dropped, though his eyes still held an inkling of unease. Uncertainty.

Never before had Legend truly, and willingly, humbled himself before another like this.

But this was his brother. One who so severely needed the reassurance that he would not be hurt again by those that he thought loved him. Some evil thing had used their visages against him, to do horrible, awful things, for an entire month. Legend was sure that there were still wounds that he had yet to see—or might never see. Selfishly, Legend hoped he would not have to learn the extent of those wounds. He didn’t know if he could take it.

There only remained a handful of people Legend could say he trusted. He was so used to back-stabs and betrayal that he had stopped trying to form new relationships, rather, he clung with all his strength to the few he still had.

Meeting these heroes had changed that.

It had been a rough start- Legend did whatever he could to rub them the wrong way, just waiting for the day that they would snap and he could be assured knowing that he hadn’t wasted his suspicions. Yet they continued to see past his prickly words and his snarky demeanor. They stuck around and defended him, protected him, and made him feel loved. Truly, each one of them he considered a brother in everything but blood.

Though he held onto them now, he knew he would have to let them go. Back to their homes. Their families. Their lives. This adventure would be just like all the other ones; it would have an ending. His brain had known since the day they’d met. His heart was the one who had yet to keep an opinion about the heroes: fear then love, they’re enemies but now family, make them leave, keep them here. 

For now, he would do anything he could to soften the fear in Sky’s eyes when they fell upon him. He had to.

“What can I do to prove to you?” Legend begged. “Is there anything I can-”

“Legend.”

Sky was crying.

Legend was too.

With help from Four, Sky inched forward, until he was within arms reach. Had Legend not been frozen in place, he didn’t know what he would’ve done now.

Sky, beaten and worn, scuffed and bleeding, hurt and scared, wiped the tears from Legend’s face. He smiled. “It wasn’t you back there. It couldn’t have been.”

There, until Sky fell asleep and was settled back with the Smithy, they simply cried.

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Notes:

It's not long after this that Time and Twilight return (Chapter 4), hence the 'quiet atmosphere.'

Emotions are not my best, so please let me know what you thought of it <3

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