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grand wizard and his young apprentice

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just throwing this sketch out here, I liked it but I think I made the Four look too tall :')

Version without background color, I think it was better this way

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still open for angsty requests? how about this?

reader has a crush on Sky, like they fell fucking downstairs for the guy and it's impossible for them to get back up, the problem? Sun is his partner

i left this request pretty open on purpose, you can make it hurt and comfort, hurt no comfort, you can make it LU or exclusively SkSw, do whatever you want with the prompt!

Hey Anon, this is from almost a year ago, holy shit.

BUT HERE IT IS! I ACTUALLY DID IT!!

It is very angsty (imo), so I hope if anybody sees it, they... enjoy? Not sure what type of warnings I should put on this as it is NOT NSFW, but still a bit heavy.

Also fits a bit with the September vibes I guess.

The Pioneer Ao3

CW: Raw non proof read text, angst, possibly no comfort.

Can be read as LU Sky or SkySw Link. Mention of the Chain but not super relevant. Thank you @beyondtheglowingstars for reminding me and pushing my inspiration for this lol.

You had been away for a couple of weeks, exploring the Surface like the rest of the Skyloft folk. You were one of the pioneers.

Following Link's heroic rescue of Zelda, whom you still couldn't quite believe was the reincarnation of the Goddess Hylia, more and more people had begun their descent to the Surface with the aim of establishing settlements. Of course, it was going to be a relatively long process and the question of “What will happen to the Loftwings?” was still hanging in the air, but that was something to deal with in due time. 

Link and Zelda, your closest friends from the academy. Your childhood friends… Well, everybody was childhood friends in Skyloft, which had a limited area and not a big population, a fact you have found out only recently. In fact even the term was relatively new thanks to Link, who had been recently traveling with eight other “Links”. That was how you learnt in the first place, listening to them whenever they “dropped by”. 

But Link, he was special. Not special in the way other people thought of him as the hero, though. Sure, he was one of the only people, along with Zelda, which you could easily get along with. You both loved pumpkin soup and skydiving. 

Oh he WAS an absolute airhead. He barely practiced and somehow pulled through his knight exam. Though you did think Groose was an absolute ass, he had a point. Link did have it kinda easy. Not that it had ever been a problem.

To be fair to him, there had been a time finally that made him go through the challenge of his life. Most likely traumatized him too.

However, you were also there when he was first united with his Crimson Loftwing. You sneaked out of the academy with him on the night he first pulled the Goddess Sword out, meeting the spirit Fi. You were also there when he had to say goodbye to her. You always listened to him just as he always confided in you.

The way he made you feel without even trying was something you still couldn't comprehend. His full lips, his gentle yet mischievous behavior, and the warmth that radiated from his cerulean eyes, which looked like the clear sky above the Cloud Barrier, always left your heart aflutter. You could see how he changed because of his journey, but his core qualities were still there, only polished. 

Everybody knew he was a hero, a sleepyhead. 

But only you knew what a cute gremlin he was beneath that kind and naive looking surface.

Well, you and Zelda. 

You were supposed to play the Goddess at the 25th year Ceremony. You were so looking forward to it, you wanted to finally tell Link how you felt.

But instead you were recovering from a fever, something that is extremely rare to happen in Skyloft, people simply didn’t get that sick often-if at all. Zelda happily stepped in, which you were extremely bittersweet about.

You sighed.

You were really close with Link but Link and Zelda's connection was undeniable, just like the destinies that intertwined their lives. You often watched from the sidelines as they shared smiles, secrets, and stolen moments. Even when nobody else knew, holy Hylia (which felt weird to say out loud now), probably even before Link knew, you realized they were into each other.

Under other circumstances perhaps, you would have cheered them on. By Hylia, you wanted to do that. Two best friends falling for each other, you cheering them on? Absolutely. 

But it wasn’t that simple.You wanted his arms around you instead.

And then Zelda got kidnapped to the Surface, Link went after her. Of course she was his chosen hero. Each time Link got back from the Surface, during his adventure, he cried on your shoulder at night. You cried with him. 

You both thought you were going to lose Zelda, after all. 

It was an odd feeling, having your heart twisted in the most messed up way possible. You were overjoyed when they got back, yet envy clouded it and despair consumed it.

So you stayed silent. (Un)Lucky for you, Link’s airheadedness expanded to your end as well, there was no way he would know about your feelings. You felt guilty as well, how could you have nurtured those feelings when Zelda got lost, maybe you should have helped more?

At some point Link did disappear again, which was the point you were the one that comforted Zelda. Then Link came back with… uhm… other Links, for a while, which was another long story. 

So what was all this rambling about now?

Oh well. It was all fine now.

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Link walked to the area they recently (yet suddenly) had to set up, a little garden-like space with a lot of flowers, thanks to Peatrice. He had a few potions he picked up from Bertie and Luv, you liked those. He also had your notebook, you really liked carrying it with you generally, even when you didn’t write on it as frequently as before. He sat down near a tree, and took a look at one of the last entries. 

You wrote about the day when the Chain first arrived at the settlement, Link smiled fondly.

“Crazy stuff. Before getting on the road again to explore the surface, I went back to our settlement to resupply and saw… SO MANY LINKS?! They were similar yet different in other ways. They said they don’t have Loftwings though, how weird.

He turned the page, and read more about what you talked about with the others. It was quite entertaining to see another perspective. He continued:

“...I saw all those other Links, and most of them were really fond of their Zeldas… Even in those other lives, as if it was written on the stars. Except… There was this older fellow with a scar on his eye. He said he married a “farm” girl (still cannot imagine what it is) named Malon. So maybe in another life? Hah… Hopefully Hylia will show me mercy then. Maybe in another life. A life where it would be meant for us instead.”

Rest of the entry was just about your plans on your next tour out on the Surface.

Link froze and started weeping. It was too much. Just too much. How did he not notice?

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Yes, you had been away for a few weeks, exploring the Surface.

Except, you barely made it back to the settlement, with an almost gushing wound on your side from a moblin you barely avoided. You were a pioneer, it came with risks of course.

But nobody thought you would be pioneering the settlement’s first graveyard.

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Gondo from the Scrap Shop was one of the other people that helped a lot, with your gravestone specifically. .

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Oh well. It was all “fine” now.

So what was all this rambling about? You thought to yourself, as you watched him cry. You tried hugging him with your non-existent body, yet… 

It will be okay, you whispered. It will be okay.

Link shivered.

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Boo

Spooky

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Plz be scared

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Reblog if you have made a friend online that you would love to hang with, but they live far away.

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My entry for @zelda-the-sacred-realm 's contest

I drew their version of Link gonna on an adventure to find the perfect spot to rest

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made using mGB in FL studio

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Four but he's wearing comfy oversized clothes

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A/N: Hehehe it is here. A set-up for the story so far for y’all. I have decided, there will be many parts and this might be slowly developing into an actual fic. What have I done. Anyways. Hope you enjoy the intro. There is a tag list, lemme know if you wanna be added <3

Tear-Stained Wood (Pt. 1)

Dark corridors, lined ceiling to wall to floor with stone, blanketed with vines long unseen, abandoned to the passage of time, were hardly a foreign entity to any of the nine currently navigating them. Boys and men whose mismatched footsteps echoes off of dust and weeds, stubbornly clinging to an isolated life without sun, without water, and without wind. The breeze of those walking over them likely blessing them with their first sight of life for who knows how long.

An unknown era, as many were that the heroes managed to stumble through. Peaceful times, if many of those out of place didn't know what lurked just below the surface. It slumbered, awaiting the birth of the next round of sacrificial lambs to combat it. Wisdom and courage, bearing blades of courage, and powers of the goddess. Repeating old tales until they could be forgotten, only to arise again. Evil, evil, evil.

For now, it slumbered. The evil below ground, at least.

The group couldn’t say long long it’d been since they’d last combatted the shadow. As far as they knew, it was somewhere near. Where, they couldn’t say. Somewhere.

Hands trailed the old stone of the walls, fingers tangling in vines as boots crushed pebbles and weeds. Silence a rare treat, especially to the ears of the eldest amongst the group. Chatter giving way to the sound of distant wind.

Dust fell from the low-hanging ceiling periodically, none of the heroes yet willing to predict its source, or cause. The subtle brush of dust from their heads the only indicator that any of them noticed.

There were many sources of light, coming from various rods, stones, and trinkets, though the glow from the Champion’s tablet stood out amongst them for its unnatural blue. Looking back for a moment, the hero of time swore he could almost see the Champion’s eyes glowing just as brightly. Just as unnaturally.

The tallest members of the group breathe a collective sigh of relief as the low-hanging ceiling eventually began to give way to a much higher one, and the narrow corridor spills like a river into a lake—no longer bumping arms, elbows, and shoulders, just trying to squeeze through.

Nine heads turn in all directions as the room seems to split into three different passageways, each leading down blind paths. Cloaked in darkness, long abandoned by whatever deity had built it in preparation for the upcoming hero.

Dust in their throats, the first to speak up is the one they’ve called Veteran—the one who likely had more experience than most on how to approach the first unspoken trial: picking which route to follow.

“It’s a gambler’s game,” is what he says, shrugging as he looks up towards the ranch hand, standing behind him. “No way to know what waits down any of ‘em.”

Some roll their eyes, whilst others hum considerably. Lingering at the arched stones which mark the three separations of tunnel. Leaning forward, and peeking through to try and spot anything out of the ordinary. With nine different tales of experience, came nine different ideas of what ‘out of the ordinary’ could have meant, however.

The champion held up his slate, hoping perhaps its sensor could pinpoint any anomalies with a ping of recognition. Even if it wasn’t his era, surely the sensor would still pick up on something interesting? Meanwhile, the veteran rested his trust with his eyes, spotting any slots on the floor. Uneven ground. Markings in the walls? Each tunnel came up empty, as far as either slate or eyes could see.

“We’re not cramping through more tunnels all at once, ancestor,” says the rancher, furrowing his brows down one of the tunnels as he, too, peers in to get a glimpse of the murky shadows that await.

A headache blooms behind his eyes as he lets out a reluctant, disgruntled sound. The captain, not far behind, takes a few steps forward, and looks around the sailor and the smithy, peering down the first tunnel with a quizzical hum.

“We’d need to keep it thoughtful if we wanted to split up with greater efficiency, and balance. Consider our strengths,” the captain says with a pointed look towards the eldest, “as well as our…tactical drawbacks.” He spares a glance to the champion, lowering his slate back to his belt. He doesn’t notice—or acknowledge if he does—the look he’s given as he takes another couple of steps around the room.

Appearing by his side, the rancher lays a hand on the captain’s shoulder, looking forward at the eldest as he subtly squeezes the tense muscle.

“As long as no one else risks getting hurt, ancestor, everyone is capable of great feats. There’s more to be gained—”

“Who knows what waits down any of these tunnels,” chimes the youngest, looking up at his brothers with wide eyes. “Anybody who knows dungeons knows that there’s all sorts of things to be found in their depths.”

Many of the heroes nod, the champion piping up from the back, already the furthest from the group, peering down the last tunnel.

“Some of us don’t know dungeons,” he reminds them, a thumb over his shoulder to point vaguely towards the captain, who nods with a heavy sigh through his nose.

“Well aware of that, Champion.”

“All the more reason to take caution,” says the hero of time, at last. Furrowing an inquisitive brow towards the captain as the champion shrinks back into the shadow of the arched stone. “Divide our strengths. Cover for each others’ weak spots. No more bickering.”

Blue eye turning away before heed could be paid to their responses, others only notice the way his gauntlets sound as he draws in a single long, deep breath. Shoulders broad, and heavy. His jaw sets before he turns to face the group once again, stance firm and commanding attention without so much as a word of order yet.

“Heroes, line up.”

Taglist: @fairly-linked @xxbuttercup @starshineandbooks

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Stealing this shit because it's true

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Saw this meme, and it felt so fitting for them (might need to click for better quality)

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To get away

Chapter 4: stay with me, now.

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 3.5

Warnings:fear, anger, infighting…delirium?; mentions of blood, needles, description of inserting stitches, said stitches being ripped out

“Oh Hylia—Din, Nayru, Farore—please, please don’t take her—“ the vet gripped your body tight, tears blurring his vision as everyone ran up, stepping around the bodies of the monsters that surrounded the two of you. He was so sure he failed again. Memories of koholint flooded back to him.

“Vet—sweet Hylia…” the captain’s shout turned to a mere mumble as he ran over, seeing you in the vet’s arms. And almost as disturbing, the vet sobbing over you.

The rest of the team made it to your location, the traveler, the old man, and the captain stood around you and the vet.

“Here, son, let me take her, we need to get her somewhere safe so the traveler can—“ the old man started, but jolted back when the vet whipped his head up, a crazy look in his eyes.

“No! Don’t touch her—she’s hurt!!”

“Vet we need to take her, I can heal her—“ the traveler knelt down and got closer.

“Stay back!!! You don’t—I can’t let her out of my sight again she’s gonna get hurt worse!!!”

The old man took a deep breath and looked at the captain and traveler. The sailor turned his face into the champion’s chest and hugged him tight, tears welling in his eyes. The champion hugged him back tightly, trying to close his ears off to the scene.

“Traveler. Give us a hand.” He said, and the vet looked extremely panicked. His head whipped around to each of them as they closed in on the two of you.

“What—no—what’re you doing—get back!!” He shouted.

“I’m sorry.” The traveler said and put a hand on his head, a pink, sparkly, dusty magic flowed from his hands and the vet’s eyes got heavy before he fell asleep. The traveler caught him and the captain picked you up.

“We’re losing time, we need to get her back to the inn.” The captain said, keeping pressure on your wound.

“Right. Hurry, everyone!” The old man said, picking the vet up. “Back to the inn!”

The chain booked it back, running faster than they felt they ever had before. The captain laid you down in a bed and the traveler got to work healing you. The vet was laid down by your side, nearest the wall. You wouldn’t be out of his sight when he woke…

Now, we play the waiting game.

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The traveler had worked over you for hours, healing magic flowing from his fingertips, but he could only exert so much energy for so long. He’d exhausted himself just as your wound was stitching itself closed.

“I—“ he stuttered out breathlessly. “I can’t—“ he braced himself against the side of the bed. The smith pulled a chair up for him.

“It’s okay. You did what you could. I can get the rest.” He pulled a little sewing kit out of his bag and grabbed some fishing wire from the rancher’s bag. He went to heat the needle up to sterilize it. He crawled up onto the bed, keeping the needle steady in his hands as he did, and sat between your legs to stitch up the wound on your side.

He leaned over you and carefully pushed the needle through, trying to steel his nerves. He’d sewn things up before, but never a person. Safe to say he was terrified. Vio and Green tried to concentrate, blinking away the tears Red had welled in his eyes, and Blue had don’t mess up don’t mess up repeating in his head. He got a few stitches in before a loud gasp was heard.

You sprang back to life and sat up, eyes wide.

“Y/n—its—it’s okay lay back down—“ he stuttered, but you didn’t listen. You were in a state of shock. Pure, pain filled panic. You pushed him off of you with your foot, managing to rip out the stitches in the process. A scream bubbled up in your chest, tears streaming down your face as you grabbed your side tightly. The others in the room moved to subdue you so the smith could finish up, albeit crudely, stitching you together. But when they pulled your hands back, there was no wound there. Just a bloody spot where it used to be. The blood looked to be mainly from your hands, where you’d grabbed it in the first place.

“What—??” The captain muttered confusedly

“Please—get off of me—“ you struggled under the rancher’s grasp, eyes a bright green. Almost neon. He gasped and backed up.

“How did you do that? How did you heal?”

“I-I don’t know, I just—did?? I put my hands on it and when you guys took them off I was fine—“

“Your eyes are glowing green!” The sailor grinned, amazed.

“What..?” You got up to look in a mirror. You caught just the tail end of the glow before your eyes turned back to their original color. When you looked down at the triforce mark on your hand, it had been glowing as well.

“Must have something to do with this…” you showed it to them.

“Has to be.” The old man said. “Seems we have yet another mystery to solve.”

“Add it to the pile.” The smith sighed. The vet turned over in bed and opened his eyes before realizing what had happened. His eyes widened and he sat up.

“Y/n?? Where is she—“ his eyes settled on you and he breathed a relieved sigh. “You’re alright…”

“I am..” you smiled nervously. Last thing you’d heard from him was him wanting rid of you…

“…good.” He cleared his throat. “Don’t wander off again, that was stupid. You’re smarter than that.” He looked away from you.

“…thank you..?” You huffed a confused laugh. The air in the room got lighter as everyone laughed along—but they knew. They knew how he really felt. It was only a matter of time to see if he’d make it known to you.

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LU beach episode when? 👀

(Wdym repost? no I definitely didn't delete the original post because I made a mistake hahaha-)

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Why is it always ‘queer people are projecting their identities onto characters’ and never ‘straight people are presuming that their identity is the default’?