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Sorry to break it to you, but it's not going to write itself. So you might as well get to work.

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they call me the writer the way i stare at my google document and do nothin

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I started writing Chapter 2 and have many plans with the chapter so here is a lil WIP ehe. 500 words lil the usual to give some nice snacks before the meal of a story.

It was quiet in the forest, frogs croaked and the crickets chirped. The moon set high in the clear sky as fireflies lit up the ground below it, somewhere that was peaceful and Hylians hadn't touched. Ancient runes flickered under the moonlight, disappearing before a magenta portal whirled in the sky as it began to form, wiggling as a yell could be heard from deep inside it. The portal grew as he fell through it, shrinking slowly once most of his body had passed through and finally closing into nothingness. His hand was the last part to leave, his fingertips grazing the edge before the wind was the only thing he felt. His back facing away from the Earth as the moonlight grazed his skin. “Fuck you, Demise!” Dark screamed as the wind rushed past his ears, flipping himself over to see the ground was coming very quickly to him. Glancing around to find anything to catch his fall, he rather not be turned into a pancake within two minutes of his grand mission. Finally, his eyes caught the way the trees’s shadows were directly under him, chuckling to himself as it felt somewhat fitting. Maybe this might just work out. Closing his eyes as he reached his arm out, feeling the familiar coolness of the darkness engulf him whole. An embrace that allowed him to feel at peace, if only he could hide here but even Demise could find him. His body was formless, but he could feel the sensation of everything. How the wind shifted the shadows, how the sun would squeeze the darkness tightly, and how the night would let it free. But nothing lasted forever as his head poked out, then his arms, torso, and lastly legs. “What a great start.” He spat out, pulling himself up as his boots crushed the leaves below him. Brushing off his tunic as he glanced around, nothing about the forest seemed familiar at least. But now he had another issue, “How the hell am I gonna find those damned Heroes!?” It wasn't like there was a map for him or some sort of ‘Goddess chosen’ magic finder tool. He just had to accept that portal brought him to the correct timeline that the group was, even if the chance was basically zero to none. Taking a deep breath, he just needed to figure out exactly where he was before he could wallow in his own thoughts. Glancing around, obviously seeing far too many trees and grass that hasn't been cut in far too long. Was there… Rupees in it? Walking over to the grass patches as he leaned down, the glittering of something green wasn't just his imagination. “Hmph. Well. Finders keepers.” Grinning as he pulled a dagger out from the shadows next to him, using it to cut away the grass that had wrapped itself around the beautiful gem that was just calling his name. Grabbing the freed gem, he raised it up towards the sky to inspect it, one eye closed as his wrist twirled it. The moonlight beautifully gave it a glisten that he didn't think was possible. Finally bringing it down from his self victory, dropping it into his wallet, a small bag that sat on his hip. Sitting on his knees as he continued to trim away, holding up a blue one as he did with the green. It just… felt right to do it. No other reason.

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Hey y'all! I have finished a very rough draft of my fic and wanted to see what thoughts or ideas could go into this first chapter! So anything that you like/dislike/would like to see, the air is free.

Update:

The sunlight made his skin tingle, a gentle warmth running through his body but almost felt like a poison that was trying to cure itself from his being. The flowers surrounding him gave off beautiful hues of blues and yellows, they danced softly to the breeze. His dark gloves cupped in front of him with a small bug resting, he couldn't remember what it was. Someone had told him.. Who was that… Them? Nine of them? Who were they again? Lifting his head as the group was far from him, were they just a mirage? One was waving at him. Closing his eyes as he felt himself fall back, awaiting the feeling of flowers to cushion him. Only to feel an icy cold wave crash over him.

Chains rattled from above his head, the pitter-patter of water dripping from the stone ceiling onto the floor. His head hung down as gravity pulled onto his muscles, his wrists aching as the metal braced into inky flesh. His shoulders burned, joints felt like they were dislocated out of the sockets as his fingers buzzed due to the loss of feeling. Feet dangling meters above the floor, his body was suspended. A wheeze broke the trance of the water dripping, his conscience slowly fading back in. The air was stale as it invaded his senses, his lungs constricting for any relief. The dark miasma wrapped its tendrils around his throat, squeezing against his windpipe before letting go. A warning of what is to come…?

His hat fell onto the ground.

Who put him here? … Demise.

A pained whine.

What is pulling at his skin? … It H̴͉͙͕́͒͠U̴̺͇̐R̷̮̤͊̑͂T̷͛��̺̱͇͌Ś̶ͅ…

Heavy fog filled his mind.

Where did he lose this time? The echoes of a war…

The cries of soldiers stabbed his brain.

How did he get back here? He lost again…

A Goddess hum vibrating his bones.

Why is this his destiny? His purpose…

Death?

A groan rumbled through his chest as his eyes fluttered open, the glow of red piercing the darkness of his cell as his eyes groggily shifted around. Unable to focus his vision as he pried his head from gravity’s hold, his head loping to the side as the chains closest to his eyes had a red hue glowing off them. Freedom. Glancing around as his body dissipated into the shadows to escape from the freezing chains that caused his body discomfort, reforming on the ground as his body crumbled onto his knees and hands.

“Shit..” It felt like energy was being sapped out of him, even shifting into the shadows felt like a blinding light had slashed through him. His forehead rested against the cold floor as he racked his thoughts, his memory was walled up. He couldn't remember why he was placed here again, why this room again. He had to have failed, that was the one reason he was being punished. A hand patting himself down as a hiss left his lips once he touched his stomach, a soreness of a wound that was recently healing.

Holding back his tongue as his fingers grazed over the spot again, the stinging running down his spine as he slammed his head against the floor. A push against the psychological wall, a dam being broken as his nails dug into the spot. He was sliced down by that dawned sword… Nails broke the skin as each flare of pain brought more and more. Cia had summoned him to fight her war. Using him as a tool to defeat the Hero, using him as a shield to stop herself from falling. She treated him like a tool, like a puppet. Just like that Sage. Just like Veran.

SLAM…

His head slammed onto the ground. His lips curled as his eyes squeezed shut. He was just a puppet to them. Something for them to use over and over. A Sage learned about his existence and proceeded in using him as some sort of test for a damn Hero that the Goddess had graced. He was nothing but a test, he was just a pawn in the grand scheme. No one cared as his body was continuously stabbed through as his blood sprayed onto the ground, how the so-called Hero didn't take a second glance. All they cared about was that damn Triforce, not him. Not someone they killed.

SLAM..

Veran forced his body to split into four and used him for her own health, how the Hero sliced through him with ease in a weakened form.. He barely was healed from the last time and she had no regrets in using him, all to revive Ganon… Bullshit.

SLAM.

The Master sword sliced into him each time Cia forced his body to block her. She didn't care if he had fears or wishes. Each version of him burning into the next. The Hero looked down at him as his pitch-black blood fizzled off the sword, his curse being rejected. Even the Goddess knew he was nothing. He wanted to be something.

SLAM!

A tool. A tool. A tool. A tool. A tool. A too-

CRACK-

Stars lined his vision as he threw his body back, sitting up on his knees as his head was tilted up towards the chains that he was once suspended from. His eyes shifted left to right as he saw multiple sets, he must have overdone it this time.. His blood trickled down his face as laughter bubbled deep in him, his lips trembling as his cackling bounced off the walls. His hands reached up towards his heart, his fingers gripping onto his tunic. The cell around him warped to that dungeon, to the room with the lone tree. Endless water as his punishment for failing… He could hear the Heroes mocking him, laughing as his body was cut down. The Goddess burning his existence over and over, waiting to snuff out the last of his life. No one was in the cell but he swore there were pairs of eyes staring at him, five sets. Each set was staring with murderous intent. Footsteps echoed between his ears, twitching up towards the sounds with whale eyes. Five different Heroes surrounded him with their blades held high above his head.

Was this real? Was he imagining this? The Heros' mouths didn't move but they laughed. They screamed. They yelled. They cried. Did they know he was praying to the Goddesses that this was real? His lip wobbled as he closed his eyes, accepting his fate. Swallowing. Something burning the back of his eyes, he knew it wasn't blood. His hands trembled.

Why was he so afraid?

»»——— +=={:::::::::::::::::> ———««

The world was created by three Goddesses, each containing an incredible amount of power. Din, the creator of the mountains and valleys. Nayru, filling lakes and oceans with wisdom. Farore, placing life with courage to survive across the planet. They left room for other deities to form, one of light that was given the Triforce to protect, Hylia. But when there is light, there is darkness. The corners of the Earth shrouded in eternal suffering, The Demon King Demise. His corruption turned people and the lives on the land to turn onto each other, his own army slaughtering thousands for the taste of destroying the peace.

His existence flickered awake as Demise was being sealed away by Her, his eyes opening to the blue sky as the Goddess took her final breath.

»»——— +=={:::::::::::::::::> ———««

Dark Link kneeled before the destroyed throne, spots in the walls warped from different places as the Dark world's distortion became stronger. Bowing his head as his God gave him an unimaginable task. Attempting to conceal his expressions as he blinked, his eyes scattered around the floor. Surely he heard wrong, surely he didn't hear that Demise wanted him to take down nine different Heroes of the ages.

“Sir, how would I manage to attempt that? There are unimaginable amounts of timeliness to jump through. Not to ment-” His head rising up to be met with multiple large hands of concentrated malice, eyes barring deep into his as he could feel his own breath brushing against him. Able to see his own reflection, he was showing too much emotion. Swallowing his words as he tried to look past the threats, he never saw these before. Puddles of the concentrated power seeping around him as Demise grew more and more impatient. A cold bead of sweat sliding down his back as the hands circled around him, their eyes watching his every movement as the potent corrupted burned his legs.

“Do you dare question your God?! Do you believe I would give you an impossible task, Slave?” The voice boomed through the room, the ceiling shaking as pebbles rained from above, pelting him in the back as he held back coughing from the dust invading his airways. He could feel Demise's patience wearing thin, the Red Malice was seeping into the corners of the room. Smaller hands appearing. Somehow Demise was growing stronger by the minute.

“No-no Lord Demise, never. I just simply wan-” He sputtered as one of the hands grabbed his jaw, stopping his sentence. It's grip had no mercy, for it wasn't a creature that could think. He could feel his lower jaw cracking, his body instantly trying to repair it. ‘Fuck.’ He could only watch as Demise grew tired of him. He slipped up. He was going to die.

“Want? You suddenly want now?” A condescending tone. Mocking Dark Link, mocking something that can't have its own thoughts. “You have no wants, no worries, no fears. I created you as a puppet, a tool!” The hand that held his jaw threw him back as he rolled against the floor, his shoulder taking the blunt force. Biting his tongue as his stomach burned, gripping the spot as his head hung down. He didn't dare look up to see his Lord. The hair on the back of his neck prickling as the skin on his face healed shockingly slow, something about the Red Malice was not normal at all. “The Witch had put multiple Heroes on a quest together, that will be how you will take them down.” Dark didn't dare speak another word, he held his head down as he nodded. Demise would only continue this torment if he gave any more of a reaction, he had to hold himself together. “Failure will not be an option, if you return here without it. I will disassemble your very essence piece by piece. Understand, Dark?”

“... Understood, Master.”

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when you're feeling full hater mode about a piece of media but you know one of your beloved mutuals enjoys it

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Second note of song of storms. Wanted to show the snow just beginning to fall. Accurate hand pose and everything, even got an ocarina to help wit it. In the end I accidentally made this a left hand ocarina by flipping it 💀

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Being able to pick up animals in twilight princess is the game mechanic of all time..

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Warriors prepared himself for Twilight to die and still isn't over it, an analysis by me

I wrote a ton of analysis posts going into further detail on how uncharacteristically down Warriors was acting in nearly every update since Twilight was first injured, so I'm not going to do super in depth on the stuff prior to the most recent arc, but to recap:

(art cred @/linkeduniverse from Sunset 13)

When Twilight was talking about how he could literally feel himself dying, Wars was like the only one who wasn't horrified, he looked accepting in a way. He's a soldier, he fought in a war, he's very used to death. He tried to keep everything together and help the others as best as he could, and I'm just making an assumption that there was a lot he did behind the scenes to help care for the others when Time was with Twilight and Hyrule in Sunset 14. We see Warriors smile and joke around in Dawn 2 when he sees Twilight is okay, but it seems like followig this initial relief he's a bit more down than usual, he also seems a little tired

(Dawn 3)

The Dawn arc really brought out a much different side of him than we'd seen before, he had lower energy and while previously he'd been screwing around and cracking jokes, we saw him tell Legend and Hyrule in Dawn 7 to stop poking fun of Sky and stop interrupting, which was something he himself had literally done in Regroup

and while Warriors does go back to acting more like himself towards the end of the Dawn arc into where we are now, he sticks VERY close to Twilight in like every update since

I mean he was even the one to bring him his horse in Dawn 9

And in today's update, Central Room 2, him telling Time his whole plan really just seems like HE'S the one who desperately needs to keep an eye on Twilight:

Wars, sweetheart... "If you're that concerned, I could keep an eye on him" king it's okay to be worried about your friend, promise 😭

I just think he really really prepared himself for Twilight to die so that he'd be able to keep himself together and help the others grieve and now that Twilight's NOT dead he's a Bit worried about him, because it's probably hitting him now how terrifying the whole situation was. Like yeah he knew it was bad, that's why he's so stressed out about Wild and is being a bit overprotective of him, but I think the EMOTIONS and the stress are starting to hit him, but he can't suddenly let it slam into him so he's trying to play it off like "it's okay Time i'll watch the rancher" as if he ALSO can't leave Twi alone for two seconds. He's just as bad as Time is lmao

anyways this is all just my opinion i just wanted to share my thoughts, hes my special guy 🫶

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Did a redraw of a screencap

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Writing Dark Link? That's crazy. Ehehe. Maybe for the little Linked Universe. (This is a rough draft but I wish there was more Dark Link love. Baby boy doesn't get enough.) (Totally not a re-upload to give y'all about 500 words to read. Pshhhh..)

Chains rattled from above his head, the pitter-patter of water dripping from the stone ceiling onto the floor. His head hung down as gravity pulled onto his muscles, his wrists aching as the metal braced into inky flesh. His shoulders burned, joints felt like they were dislocated out of the sockets as his fingers buzzed due to the loss of feeling. Feet dangling feet above the floor, his body was suspended. A wheeze, his conscience slowly fading back in. The air was stale as it invaded his senses, his lungs constricting for any relief. The dark miasma wrapping its tendrils around his throat, squeezing against his windpipe before letting go. A warning of what is to come…? Who put him here? … Demise? What is pulling at his skin? … It H̴͉͙͕́͒͠U̴̺͇̐R̷̮̤͊̑͂T̷̺̱͇͛͌͝Ś̶ͅ… Where did he lose this time? The echos of a war… How did he get back here? He lost again… Why is this his destiny? His purpose… A groan rumbled through his chest as his eyes fluttered open, the glow of red piercing in the darkness of his cell. Glancing around as his body dissipated into the shadows to escape from the freezing chains that caused his body discomfort, reforming on the ground as his body crumbled onto his knees and hands. It felt like energy was being sapped out of him, even shifting into the shadows felt like a blinding light had slashed through him. His forehead rested against the cold floor as he racked his thoughts, his memory foggy as he couldn't remember why he was placed here again. He had to have failed, that was the one reason he was being punished. A hand patting himself down as a hiss left his lips once he touched his stomach, a soreness of a wound that was recently healing. Holding back his tongue as his fingers grazed over the spot again, the stinging running down his spine as he slammed his head against the floor. He was sliced down by that dawned sword… Cia had summoned him to fight her war. Using him as a tool to defeat the Hero, using him as a shield to stop herself from falling. She treated him like a tool, like a puppet. SLAM… His head slammed onto the ground. His lips curled as his eyes squeezed shut. He was just a puppet to them. Something for them to use over and over. SLAM.. The Master sword sliced into him each time she forced his body to block her. She didn't care if he had fears or wishes. Each version of him burning into the next. SLAM. The Hero looked down as his pitch-black blood fizzled off the sword, his curse being rejected. Even the Goddess knew he was nothing. He wanted to be something. SLAM! Stars lined his vision as he threw his body back, sitting up on his knees as his head was tilted towards the chains that he was once suspended from. His eyes shifted left to right as he saw multiple sets, he must have overdone it this time.. His blood trickled down his face as laughter bubbled deep in him, his lips trembling as his cackling bounced off the walls. His hands reached up towards his heart, his fingers gripping onto his tunic. No one was with him, no one could see the tears that burned his vision…

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Dark link :3

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identity.

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PSA for fanfic writers

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reminder that being against ai also means being against character.ai and not using character.ai and not interacting with character.ai

i've never talked to chatgpt i've never talked to character.ai i have no interest in talking to a chatbot even if it's fun or based on my comfort character. if we want companies to stop using ai we need to tell them we aren't going to interact with it - so don't.

don't talk to robots. full stop.

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tfw when ur bro shines like the mcfreaking sun

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I finished chapter 3! Took a bit because I wanted to make it longer but not too long where it felt like it was dragging on but I threw in some pegoryu early just for my own sanity ehe. Also already diverging for canon? I think so. Ooops. Though next chapter will be about in 2 weeks so i can start on some other things oopsssssss