#LU mini prompts

[hero-of-the-wolf]

I know that this is technically two words and not one, but I’m curious to see what you would do with it.

Ankle biter

“... and then that anklebiter said—”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Four had been halfheartedly listening to the conversation happening across camp as he sharpened his sword. But at Warriors’ strange word choice, suddenly he found his full attention focused on the captain.

Warriors blinked at him for a second. Then he gave Four an unbearably smug grin. “What? You know something about being an anklebiter that you want to share with the group, smithy?”

Four’s eyes flashed dangerously at that. “Try me.”

[crazylittlejester]

Mini fic prompt ig

“we had no idea” ft wars and the rest of the chain

Context: since wars defined the timeline Hylia had planned what happened was a thing called a “timeline collapse” when that hyrule experiences sort of a majoras mask moment where the sky turns red and rocks are crashing down and it won’t stop till every single person in that era is dead. Since Lana defied hylia too (CIA was killed almost immediately after the war), any person high in power associated with the war would be puplicly beheaded, (with the exception of the knights) but just before her beheading hours before the era of wars was to be collapsed, Lana informed link and Artemis of a pocket dimension she had made, because she knew the whole time that this would happen, so just as the world is abt to end Wars and Artemis escape through a portal Lana made using the last of her power. It was sort of a weird version of hyrule with only the castle, an empty castle town,and the battle maps on floating islands connected by littler islands. It’s only wars l, Artemis and the animals there. There is a sky but it’s more of a muted bluish purple, the knight is still the same though.

so for the longest time, the chain had never been to wars era, and when they finally do, this is what they see, strange isn’t it?

OUGH IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG, YOU SENT THIS IN APRIL 29th 💀

This was a seriously cool idea, btw. There’s soooo much potential with a prompt like this, and it’d be so interesting to write something more for this. If I have some time to spare I might write like, a one shot or somethin about it on ao3 if that’s alright alskkdkdk

Here ya go!!

Twilight barely saw Warriors quickly snatch the back of Wind’s tunic to prevent the sailor from walking straight off the little island they’d wound up on, he was too busy staring at everything else.

What he saw… It all felt empty. Destroyed and decimated, vacant and abandoned. He’d seen plenty of ghost towns, especially in Wild’s era but this was like nothing he’d ever seen before. They were in the sky, that much was obvious, but unlike Skyloft which stood grand and magnificent, full of life and the love of their goddess, this place seemed dead and ready to plummet down to the ground below. The ground that Twilight couldn’t even see because of the thick clouds and dark, hazy air.

A castle stood on a larger island a short ways away from them, oddly pristine and beautiful surrounded by the nothingness that expanded to the sides of them. This wasn’t Skyloft, not even the potential ruins of it. Twilight wasn’t even sure it was really Hyrule, given the odd purple tone of the sky above.

“Wh- Where ARE we…?” Sky whispered, no doubt unable to stop himself from drawing the same comparisons to Skyloft that Twilight had.

Of all the things he’d been expecting, Warriors’s grimace followed by, “My era”, was not one of them.

Time whipped around with something similar to anger in his eyes.

“What do you mean by that?” The old man demanded.

“A lot…” The captain paused to sigh. “A lot’s changed since you’ve been here, Sprite.”

“Where is everyone??” Legend asked, wildly looking around.

“Gone,” Warriors said softly. “They’ve all been gone, since the war. It’s just been me and Zelda.”

“We had no idea…”

[thatonesidequest]

Mini fic prompt that Wild gets so angry when cooking he throws his stirring spoon on the ground so hard it shatters. If someone makes this, please tell me because I would love to read it.

[ghostplasmas]

Mini comic of Hyrule meeting Hornet- for the weekly LU server prompt: crossover!

[wayfayrr]

🦆 anon is ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s been a minute, life been hectic for a while 😩 but I’m hoping that starting today, I’ll get a bit of free time to peruse my favorite blogs!!! So, how have you been? Busy? Have you been drinking enough water? Stay hydrated all you thirsty hoes out there!!! 😁

Anyway! Trying to catch up on stuff I’ve missed…

Agreed, sleep is for the weak. I shall sleep when I am dead. Not even the eepy meds work anymore.

*Gasp!* an anniversary? Of your first LU fic? Congrats!

A raffle? Noice! Can’t wait to see what the winners come up with.

Few sentences prompts??? Love it!!! Number 7 plz and make it hurt if possible. I like angst.

Recently saw a YT short that gave me a new idea… it’s a different kind of “self aware” ask. What if the boys in game aren’t self aware… but your drawings of them are? I’ll link the short, don’t worry. But this creator drew their characters and did an animation of them actually being alive and interacting with them and even the other drawings. Thought it was a cool idea to share with the self aware boys being actual drawings that were drawn by reader lol! Actually… that would make reader their actual creator… the ideas are turning in my head with this one~

https://youtube.com/shorts/OcGy7QwN3Lc?si=1HpoRtt_PS7Q5BAG

It's good to see you duck!!! it's been a bit and I hope you're doing well!!! Stuff's been getting better for me, Had an interview for a job just after getting this ask and I'm waiting to hear back now.

It's really funny too cause I track my sleep and just every morning when I check now the time asleep is just gradually getting less and less lol

And yeah! It's been a little over a year since I've started creating for linked universe now, and it's been an amazing time <33 met some truly wonderful people cause of it

7 (silent fury) seems to be the most popular prompt asfvdsvgsdfgv this is actually the 3rd ask I've gotten with it (but I'm gonna write another mini one anyway, wild rather than time for this one >:D)

He knew he was a failure. The first moments of his, truly his own memories and not another life half-remembered, was being told that he failed after all. That he died when the hero was supposed to prosper. That didn't make what he was going through any easier. And wallowing in his regrets wouldn't help you feel safe again. The chain all knew your boundaries, they all knew to ask you your opinions. To make sure that you were comfortable. But villagers didn't. And wild wasn't fast enough to be your hero. He was fine not being Hyrule's, as long as he could be yours that's all he could ever long for. But he failed you. Comforting you wasn't even an option with how you'd locked yourself away in your room, away from everything while you coped. Leaving the only way to take out his burning fury to find the person who dared to lay a hand on you. He couldn't fail you again.

[Prompt list]

I've been seeing that trend too!! Its one that I really like - and I've actually been sent a couple by dms lol it's a really interesting take on the au, and it's just fun in general really. Although I'll probably stay away from the creator == being treated as a deity cause it's kinda an ick for me (it's just a trope I don't like tbh, each to their own but I won't write/read it) but them thinking they have more of a right to be closer to you? the way it could cause arguments if they met the originals? oh there is so much potential for it as an idea honestly

[theecholegend]

I was rereading the Whumptober prompts and I just wanted to warn you...

It looks like your boy is getting necrosis on October 16. Sorry.

So...now it's your turn to ramble >:D

Why is Legend your favorite?

oh poor Legend! How dare he get whumped! What a cruel cruel world... (GET WHUMPED LEGEND!!!!)

I'm turning this question into "how did Legend become your favourite" because... I can. And honestly it kind of just plays into how I got into LU as a whole.

I didn't even have Tumblr a couple years ago. I was browsing Pinterest and I found the "Malon" mini comic in one huge post. So, I read it and I really liked it. I've liked LOZ for a lot longer and I found the concept of all the Links meeting to be really cool.

And I started finding more. I found parts to the main fic all over Pinterest and saved basically whatever I could find. But I eventually wanted to make sure I was reading the comic properly and in order and I didn't want to miss updates so I got Tumblr for that reason and that reason alone. I got Tumblr about a week after sunset part 11 was released. I remember that very vividly.

Now for the big question... Why is Legend my favourite?

No idea. I never played any of his games before i knew about LU other than LA. Which I didn't even like all that much the first time I tried playing it. I liked the ALTTP and Oracle mangas but that was my only connection to Legend. There was never any specific moment I started liking him from what I remember. I think it mainly started because he has had a lot of significant moments in the comic. Like divine dark reflections was very centred around him.

I've always liked his type of character to begin with and so I guess his personality drew me towards him the most. I've grown to understand his character more but he seemed a lot more grumpy and uncaring when I didn't have a way to read LU in order, which... I guess I liked? (I also have a history with characters that have Pink/Red hair... which is odd)

Legend just kind of stole my heart and attention more than the others and now he's my favourite without a doubt. I have no Idea when or why, but he just... did

[rainwaterapothecary]

Date Night

Serennedy Mini Week Prompt 1 - Anniversary

Late Fall 2012

The ‘Anniversary Effect’ was a load of bullshit, Leon decided, hunching his shoulders inward during his debrief. To an outside observer, the motion was a careful display of insubordination and boredom.

In truth, it was only the warmth of his jacket that was keeping the chills of a panic attack at bay.

He buried his nose in the fur-lined collar of the coat Luis had bought him when he was out one day doing who knew what.

It wasn’t quite the one he’d lost…There, but it had a similar feeling on his hands when he felt the fuzzy lining and that was good enough.

It was also black, so that was a bonus.

His mask of boredom was beginning to dip into ‘sleepy’ as his eyelashes fluttered.

This jacket had something else his lambskin hadn’t: It smelled like Luis.

Leon usually kept his jackets hung up in a closet when he wasn’t using them, but lately it had been getting chilly enough to hang this one by the front door.

Said front door that sat right beside the kitchen his teacher’s assistant of a partner usually set up camp on school nights.

Herbs and spices danced away from his nose as he gave up and closed his eyes.

-*-*-

Second Summer 2007

”Oh, amor! Bienvenido.” His academic had looked up from the usual whirlwind of notes their kitchen table always became as soon as he’d gotten home and changed out of his work clothes. The soft, yellow light of the space glowed around the seated man’s hair like a halo, highlighting the silver hairs he swore his students were multiplying on purpose.

“Hey, Lu.” Leon was exhausted and all he really wanted was to become a blanket cocoon and bid the waking world goodbye.

For about 12 to 48 hours in a row. He wasn’t picky.

Then Luis had smiled that smile he had. The soft one that brought out his smile lines.

Luis’ crows feet had been getting deeper, Leon realized with a jolt. He pulled a cold beer out of the fridge and closed the appliance with one hip, leaning back amongst the magnets and photos of Sherry.

“What?” Blue eyes sparkled back at the smiling man.

Luis settled his chin on the back of his interlaced fingers and tilted his head.

“Just you. I’m happy you’re home, all safe and sound.” Then the cheeky bastard winked at him and Leon huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes fondly. This guy.

“Yep,” He smirked, pulling his next statement out of his back pocket like a flourish of a surprise. “You have me all weekend, amigo. Start plotting.”

A wicked glint formed in the Spaniard’s eyes just for a moment before he hid his mouth behind one ring-flecked hand.

“You assume I haven’t been plotting? Mi vida, it’s like you don’t know me at all!”

The agent snorted another laugh and sauntered over to the table, happily planting himself on the unclaimed left thigh of Luis Serra. Warm arms easily enveloped his abdomen as he sipped at his beer and tried to make out what the hell his partner had been writing. His handwriting really was atrocious when he was in the Zone.

Soft lips rested on the nape of the Agent’s neck, accented by stubble that always sent a pleasant chill down Leon’s spine. He hummed in question.

“What are you doing tomorrow? Well not tomorrow, I know better than to tear you away from your beauty sleep but I think we’re overdue for a date night.”

The thought shocked Leon for a moment, rifling through recent memory for their last date and it took him too long to find it.

Then a bubbly warmth filled him as the knowledge that his sweetheart wanted to spend time with him sunk in. Had probably had everything all planned out and lined up, just waiting for Leon to walk into it.

He couldn’t stop his smile if he tried.

“Oh yeah?”

Curls rustled against the back of his neck as the other man nodded, coming to rest with his forehead cradled in the dip beneath Leon’s skull. It was a nice feeling, knowing his weak spot was covered and protected in such a way.

-

Date night had started not long after they got together, way back in 2006. It had been another one of those strokes of genius that Luis had pulled out of nowhere that aligned perfectly with the words Leon didn’t know how to say.

Being in a loving, gay relationship in the States was…hit or miss back then, and with DADT in full-swing, it was just easier to keep Luis to himself.

Sure, they went out dancing and they got drinks, but Leon was a romantic, deep down. Beneath the layers of angst and trauma, he was a lover trained to be a fighter.

Luis had somehow seen that from day one, deep in the bowels of his childhood nightmare with Leon’s fist pinning him against a wall.

Those sharp, whip-smart eyes had seen him, his own eyes bloodshot and barely restraining the despair and rage.

Leon had asked him later, of course, when Luis had first fallen for him. While that moment in the cabin wasn’t the answer, it certainly hadn’t hurt.

Instead, he’d learned. He’d gathered what information Leon dropped and he watched.

And the version of Leon S. Kennedy that those jigsaw pieces filled in took his breath away.

Leon had a garbage sense of humor, he liked old movies, he knew how to DIY most things and had a frankly concerning lack of self-preservation when it came to electrical wiring.

Luis collected all of these like they were gems or pebbles of the purest gold. He horded them like a dragon and held them close to his chest to complete himself where his proverbial missing scale lay. He reveled in them.

And then he used them to charm Leon off his feet.

The agent literally didn’t know what hit him. He felt like he’d been leveled by a freight train when he found out how tailored to his interests their first date was and he almost shed a tear.

“You- How?” Some sort of inner turmoil was causing Leon’s face to go through a myriad of expressions and Luis wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold his hand. Instead, he smiled and tucked his traitorous digits into the pockets of his own slacks.

“Well I keep my eyes open, Sancho. You find all sorts of treasures that way, you know.”

The agent did not blush at the way his lover repeated a sentence he’d said the night before under completely different circumstances. Leon caught him biting his lip to hold back a smile and he shook his head, hiked his jacket up around his shoulders, and shrugged.

“Lead the way, Gene Kelley.” Leon made a sweeping motion towards the plaster art nouveau façade.

Luis chuckled and sauntered into the theater.

“Only if you follow, Mr. O’Connor.” He called over his shoulder.

Leon shook his head fondly and followed.

The other man had somehow found a theater, in their tiny town, that was re-screening the classics and the bombastic man had somehow kept it a complete surprise.

It was also the one venue where two men could hold hands in public.

Leon leapt at the opportunity, holding his lover’s hand in one of his own as soon as the house lights went down. The flash of Luis’ teeth in the darkness betrayed the man’s infectious grin at his eagerness.

Watching movies with Luis was perfect, Leon decided afterwards. Sure, they had movie nights at home pretty often, what with their specific cinephile niches barely overlapping (unless it included Judy Garland, for obvious reasons), but that was different. At home, they could (and often did) pause the film when they had to go on a tangent and-

And Luis respected the films enough to understand that Leon hated talking over dialogue, so they paused the tapes. It was so easy.

Luis didn’t know all the specific vocabulary for cinematography and staging decisions, but damn it he knew when they were referencing literary or theatre classics. It blew open a whole new side of Leon’s favorite hobby. He knew there were themes and line-drops from classics, obviously, but to have a partner who was just as willing to analyze and lose their /mind/ over delivery? If Leon wasn’t in love before, he certainly was after listening to Luis compare ancient Greek philosophy to socialism through the scope of a silent movie they’d found in the library’s archives.

But in theaters? He didn’t distract Leon, thank fuck.

The other man always seemed so surprised and pleased when Leon leaned over to whisper something in his ear during the screening, but otherwise he left him the hell alone.

Outside, after looking up at the stars and coming down off of a good film, Leon had looked at his partner with an internal spark in his eyes and kissed him against the bricks of the back of the theatre until they were both bruised and breathless.

-*-*-

“Agent Kennedy!”

Leon’s eyes snapped open and he treated the government peon to one of his finest scowls.

God, he hoped Luis was home tonight. Maybe they could go to the museum again and Leon would be able to let Luis’ excitement wash over him and wipe all of this bullshit away.

“Yeah?” He quirked an eyebrow, eyes cold. This better not be going where he thinks it is…

-

By the time Leon S. Kennedy shouldered his way into the front door of his house, his knuckles had nearly stopped bleeding after the fight he had gotten into after the dickhead he works with had the stones to shit-talk the Soviet resistance fighters.

Fucking Anniversary Effect.

He hung up his jacket, took in the pile of notebooks on the kitchen table, and raised his voice just enough to carry past their warmly lit kitchen.

“Lu? You home?”

“Sancho? Be right there!”

Leon tried to roll the tension out of his shoulders as the muffled footfalls of his partner sounded down the carpeted stairs and finally revealed that halo of silver hair and soft smile lines that were getting deeper, and more cherished, every year.

“Bienvenido, amigo.”

That soft kitchen light caught on the golden band Leon kept on a chain around his neck as he pulled his partner into a helpless kiss and a strong embrace.

Fucking Anniversary Effect.

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A/N BACK AT IT WITH MINI WEEK!

This work is part of my Memories 'Verse from Serennedy Pride Week! You can read the full series [here].

Everybody go say thank you to @wisecrackingeric-2 and @raccoons-garbage-can for putting on this event!

[zeemangoo]

LU Sprint Prompt: Crossover

Bought back my mini Night in the Woods series for this!

[coffeecat1983]

Prompt #77 "There's nothing wrong with you." (Selectively Mute Mario mini fic)

A gift for @stripetkattelalala54 who gave the idea of Arthur teaching Mario sign language. I do hope to build on this AU even further.

#77 “There is nothing wrong with you.”

   It was the 4th of July and the family had gathered on the rooftop to have a BBQ and watch the fireworks. Steaks sizzled on the grill as Giovanni carefully tended to them, adding his secret seasonings. At the same time he was keeping watch on his sons.    Mario and Luigi were seated on a picnic blanket with their food and a board game had been set up. Giovanni's oldest kept hesitating and looking up at the sky.      "He's nervous, huh?" Tony said as he joined Giovanni.      "Yeah. I don't know how this is gonna go. With Luigi afraid of storms and Mario doesn't like loud noises as it is, ah, maybe I shouldn't have suggested they come out this year."    Folding his arms, Tony thought it over. "Lu likes fireworks though, he's been out with em before. Maybe seein' him be brave will help Mario."    As if on cue, someone set off a whistling firecracker. The sound screeched in the night air with the resulting popping echoing like gunfire off the buildings, Mario dropped the board game piece and clapped his hands over his ears.

   A streak of yellow and white shot past the men at the grill. Kneeling, Arthur held his arms out and Mario latched on to him, hiding his face in the brightly checkered shirt.      "Easy, kid, easy." the rough voice was a comfort as another firecracker went off. Turning to Luigi, his free hand moving as he spoke.      "Okay?"    The younger nephew paused and remembering what he had been taught, spoke and motioned with his fist.      "Yes." While it was true Arthur was selectively mute just as Mario was, he had lost his hearing entirely in one ear, and partially in the other from a childhood illness. It was thought this was the illness that also gave him his rough voice, having scarred his vocal cords.    Taking two fingers, he tapped on Mario's shoulder to make him look up at him. Getting up, Arthur guided him over to the railing and kneeled again. He pointed up to the sky then tapped Mario again, his signal to get his attention.    Making a new motion the young boy hadn't seen before, he spoke.      "Fireworks." he said. "Loud. Pretty like Christmas lights." His nephew took this in. He liked Christmas, the decorations were pleasing to look at and he loved the lights the most.      "Fireworks are loud." he said, trying to mimic the sign Arthur had just showed him. He knew loud, he had learned that easily when spending the night with his bro at the twins basement apartment. With Arthur playing the stereo and teaching them to feel the vibrations in their feet and hands, it was signed many times over and the bros picked it up quickly.

   The show at the river began. Luigi raced over and the two held on to each other, neither looking up as more fireworks went off. Arthur let out a low chuckle and as Tony wandered over, he tapped their shoulders.      "Look up. You'll like it." Arthur said without signing.    It was Luigi who dared to look up first. His quiet 'whoa' made Mario look up and the two stood, transfixed as colors and light danced in the sky.      "Neat, aren't they?" Tony spoke and signed, long ago having learned how with his twin.      "Pretty." Mario signed, too memorized to say it out loud. The twins stood, Tony putting an arm around his little brother as they looked up together with the bros still sitting at their feet.       "Brings back memories," Salvatore said as he watched them. "Good to see my little troubles helping the boys."      "I just wish Mario wasn't like this." Giovanni said.       "Don't ever let me catch you telling Mario that you wish that." Salvatore said, a hint of anger and pain in his voice.     "It's not like I don't love my boys, Papa! But I remember how hard it was on Art, how hard it still is." Giovanni said. "I just, I don't understand why this happens, and why both are like this. You know he's going to ask someday, ask why others aren't like him." Giovanni rubbed at his temples. "Then what? What do I say?"    Salvatore looked to the little group, remembering when Arthur had come to him.      "Papa, they call me bad names at school. Am I broken, like teacher says?"      "Then you tell him the same thing I told Arthur. 'There is nothing wrong with you'."

END

By "CC"

[readingismyhobby24]

Okay guys! I really want to post some LU fics, but I'm just not quite comfortable with posting them yet. So I was wondering if you guys could send me some LU mini fics requests/prompts to help me start to feel comfortable with it? Just send me some prompts in my ask box, and I'll try to whip something together for you 😁

[hero-of-the-wolf]

For the prompt game: cold ( both meanings are possible) if you’re up to it

It was so cold. Hyrule curled up more into himself, desperate to try and conserve what body heat he could. He glanced over at Legend across from him, hunched up and glowering at the cave wall. If they huddled together….

Hyrule bit his lip and looked away.

No, that couldn't work.

[crazylittlejester]

I’m bored so for the next few hours or so, send me like a sentence or a small prompt and I will make a mini fic out of it >:)

(it has to be LU related)

[lunawolfiefoxy]

Welcome to My Blog!

Thanks for stumbling into this blog! Allow me to introduce you!

@lunawolfiefoxy

This is my main blog. Here I post about little LU things. Example: Mini-fics, maybe a drawing or two here and there, reblogging things I think are funny, ect. I also post other things, like aro/ace/aroace things or funnier items I find while doom scrolling.

For this blog, I will allow asks of all kinds, I love to receive them and don't mind answering your questions!

@luna-sketch

This is my main art blog where I will post my drawings, sketches, and where I will take my art asks to. So if you would like to ask me to drawing something, please come on over! And if you do use my main blog, don't worry! I will reblog the ask to this one here!

@kingdom-of-ethrior

This is my story blog. This is where the world of Ethrior lies. Here I will post a comic about a place called Ethrior, as I've said twice now. Let me give you an intro to the story:

Screams rent the air, creating a cacophony of pain and anguish. Feet pounded against the rocky path, swords clashed, blood splurged, making one’s stomach churn, cries of pain and cackling all added to the cloud of dissonance. Blood and bodies were everywhere around the mountain village, covering almost every surface. The screams and pounding died down, leaving only laughter and cheering. Arms, legs, hair, and torsos were grabbed. Scraping filled the space the screaming left, and thumping covered where pounding once was as they were gathered into a pile. A pile of bodies, blood, bows, arrows, and katanas sat in the middle of a crowd of murderers. The leader walked past the smallest, obscuring her view to the pile before her. He turned around, throwing his arms in the air, grinning madly, prompting an uproar of cheering from his clan. Then he turned back to the pile, pulling out a small object and blowing into it. From the other end of the round silver object a hot flame escaped, licking at the bodies hungrily. The golden light seems to attach itself to the pile, growing in mass and intensity. The blaze lit up the faces and bodies of those closest to it, watching with glee as the recently dead burned to ash. The crowd shouted and trilled, long tails slapping the ground in their excitement. The smallest one in the crowd pulled the cloak she wore tighter over her head. The pounding never ceased to her; the screams continued on. She could still hear the clashing swords and broken off cries. Turning away from the burning pile, she made her way out of the crowd, careful of flying tails that obscure her vision and feet that threaten to trample her. The dense crowd seemed to bring in more heat than the fire did behind her, and she found herself sweating as she searched for the end. It seemed to go on forever, but she did manage to find a break in the crowd. Holding herself from running, she made her way there, then to the path that led down the mountain. Her bare feet padded down the stone, getting cut by small rocks that lodged themselves in her soles. She passed by a pool of drying blood and raced into the trees at the bottom of the mountain. Pink leaves and white and tan bark blurred in her vision as she raced past, her chest heaving for much needed air. She couldn’t stop; stopping could lead to her death. As she fled, she turned her head to look at the mountain. She tripped over a rock that lay in her path and fell to her knees. A small, choked cough left her and she looked up. In front of her was where she knew the edge of the border was. Slowly, she began to crawl towards it, huffing and coughing as a stifled sob escaped her throat. Looking up into the sky, she found the moon, hanging high over the land like a lamp on a darkened street. Tears that she had been holding captive sprung into her eyes, and from her lips left a long cry, filled with anguish, fear, and regret.

This is the written prologue

Happy travels! I wish you well on your adventures through Tumblr!

[lilywily143]

i had wished to show my main plan for the First Workers AU during the series present, and here we go!

[If these bitches made fun of Khan for caring for his kid more than work...]

[Would they really like seeing a threesome...?]

Look workers seem really stupid in this world in a lot of ways, so I can have fun for these guys being romantic behind other's back Heh

This also has a mini impact for the kids. In the public, Nori and Khan look after Uzi while Lu goes with the "single dad" presentation with Lizzy.

All three built their kids

Now miscellaneous art and prompts of them hiding. The list of prompts are here and made by @novelbear The prompt for a bit of art will be above the pic in italics.

"you are not supposed to be here yet! my family isn't leaving until another hour from now!"

L [Whispering]: Why are you here!?

L [whisper]: Lizzy hasn't left for her sleepover yet! Please. Later

making a game over who can find the most discreet date spots

N: Well... Drones rarely go. to the library.

K: Come on. No one goes right outside the door. No murderers would get that close.

L: Sweeties. My classroom after school.

K: Yes!

N: Cheer.

holding hands under tables when hanging out with friends/family

buying matching jewelry/clothes/etc. and just taking the "it's a symbol of our friendship" excuse to its extreme

K: They're just buddy necklaces!! Nothing more...

[Wearing a literal heart charm]

one accidentally wearing the other's hoodie out in public and panicking when someone either notices or catches on

[Uzi going to class]

U [mind]: What homework do I need - tooooooooo... Khan's sweater? Maybe? Coincidence?

U: I like your sweater. It reminds me of my dad's.

L: Oh... He has a sweater like mine as well? What a coincidence.

L [mind]: Don't connect the dots!! Not yet!!!

using random words in convos or certain actions as secret code for one another when surrounded by everyone else

N: Hey! I'm on fire! [I love you]

L: Could you help with grading? [Want to go on a date?]

[I didn't have other stand in ideas sorry]

not being able to say anything when watching the other get flirted with

clinging onto their partner for ages after not being able to be with them all day

"how much longer do we have to keep this up?" "just a few more weeks, i swear."

"when all of this is over, i'm going to take you on a real date. i promise."

N: How much longer can. we keep this up?

L: Those jerks will move to Outpost - 1 in a week

N: Well, when the week passes. I will give you. two.

N: The best date!

N: I promise...

[artemistorm]

Sorry for bothering you again, but the day you sent that ask for my mini fic prompt I screamed. like, full pitch girl scream. Because you were (and still are) Literally my idol when it comes to writing lu mini fics. Your so awesome and I look up to you. Your my goal for writing. (:

Whoah really?? I am honored! I was just scrolling through the LU main tag when I saw you fic request post. Anytime I see someone asking for art/fic requests I try to offer up ideas because it is fun. I always feel like my minifics are substandard because I always ramble on too long and they don't usually get very many notes. Thanks for telling me that you like my stories! Now that you're on my radar, I'll try to be on the lookout for your fics and read them when I can!

[oneweirdbookaddict]

Would love to see a snippet of your ‘one hundred bad days’ wip!

Sooo this is a bunch of mini angst/whump stories! The eventual goal is to write a hundred of them, based off a song by my favorite band.

Here’s a mini snippet from one!

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Ghosts can’t touch him.

The dead can’t feel the living like that, unless they are welcomed to possess the body. Which this ghost did not have permission.

But when the ghost lunges at him, hand slamming right into his throat and knocking him right to the ground- that rule is broken.

What? Is his first thought, stupidly.

The surprised yelps of his friends shock him back, though, struggling frantically.

If the ghost can touch him, he can touch it, too, though.

He slams his hands into the ghost’s arms, knocking them away from his neck.

The vision of bleeding out on the ground in a clearing in the forest shoots through his head, and he has what he needs.

He kicks the ghost as hard as he can, away from him to buy him time.

Sits up, gasping, letting Four get him to his feet and stagger against him.

“Wind, what the-”

“It’s after me!” He manages to scream, scrambling away frantically and running.

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This one is kinda AUish but they’re not all like that. They’re all really short, different prompts used and different characters tho it is all LU. I tend to write one after particularly bad days- hence the name lol.