#Legend whump

[nyastri]

I ended up doing some minor editing and some adding to my fic. I felt really rushed while writing this story, and I wasn’t completely satisfied with how it turned out. So I went back and hopefully made it better.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Linked Universe - Fandom, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Hyrule & Legend (Linked Universe) Additional Tags: Self-Harm, Derealization, Angst, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Anxiety Attacks, Really not sure if this is graphic but it's detailed, So be warned, Whump, Still not sure if this is technically whump but I hope so Series: Part 2 of The Nature of Dreams Summary:

Sometimes, Legend would think he was stuck in a dream again. Thankfully, he now had a method for verifying if he was in reality or not. Who cares if this method isn't exactly "healthy"?

Whumptober day 29: Troubled past resurfacing, "I only sink deeper the deeper I think"

[violet27writes]

Whumptober Day 4: Panic Room -Legend

Part 1 (here), Part 2 (Twilight), Part 3 (Warriors) of (10), Ao3 link

- Legend-

They were finally here. They could go home soon. It was almost over.

Dark Link stood in front of them, blocking them off from the golden portal on the other side of the room.

He was the only thing standing in their way, now.

The Captain, as always, was the first to act. He shot forward, sword and shield in hand and calm rage etched on his features. The other heroes didn’t hesitate to follow.

Legend held his sword in one hand, the other he used to pull out his bombos medallion from under his tunic. If this was their last battle, then this would be a no-holds-barred. He was going to kill his dastard and get everyone home. Get Wind to his sister. Time to Malon. Four to his grandpa. Sky to his Sun. 

Himself back to his home.

Without even having to glance beside him, he could feel that the others were thinking the same. Their steps fell in tandem. Their breaths in sync. One word repeated in their minds: Home.

They were almost home.

With the aid of his pegasus boots, Legend was the first to reach the Dark, who had yet made no attempt to attack or defend himself. It simply grinned in with the poor excuse of a young Time’s face, shifty eyes sending chills down his spine.

Legend didn’t hesitate. He lifted his sword and began to swipe at the Dark, a spell forming on his lips for the medallion in his hand. However, the Dark’s smile did not wane, if anything it grew. A familiar portal was suddenly in front of him, black and swirling purple, his momentum was too great to simply stop himself from hurling through it.

Legend’s foot hit the ground and all light disappeared from view. He stumbles, falling forward and barely managing to catch himself from hitting the floor face-first. 

Instantly, he noticed his sword was gone. So were his medallions. His jewelry. His magic reserves. Even a measure of his strength was sapped away by the portal, as those always left their mark and made him vulnerable.

The darkness around him felt thick. His eyes strained to find something in the pitch black to no avail. His own hands were hidden from sight though they waved in front of his face.

Where was he? Was this even a real place? What could possibly strip him of his power and defenses so fast? He ruled out the Dark, since if it was truly this powerful, it would’ve simply wiped them out long before their quest had gone anywhere past their first meeting. Ganon? No. Again, he wouldn’t have waited this long to wipe them out, and he wasn’t known for having strong magic like this in any timeline, really. But then, who did this?

Legend had no idea. There were simply too many variables and unknown characters that could lead him to a likely solution. The others had countless enemies they’d only spoken of in passing, or ones that maybe could have but had long-since been defeated. Or maybe this was something new altogether?

A string of curses followed this conclusion.

If there was one thing Legend desired over all else, it was knowledge, information, tactics, even. Knowing nothing other than ‘well maybe it was the Dark’ infuriated him. If only we could-

A light shone from behind him, enabling him to see again, albeit to a degree. 

“Link.”

He froze, a feeling of wrongness flashing down his spine. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t. But he turned around, and she was exactly as he remembered.

Her red hair flowed elegantly down her back. The knees of her skirt were dirt-stained. Her eyes were clear and strong like the ocean. Her soft lips were curved into a frown.

Marin. 

Not-Marin?

He shot to his feet. Now, he stood a few inches taller than her. He was a few years older than her now. For a minute, he simply stared, unable to speak, not knowing what to say. This couldn’t be real. She wasn’t. Yet there she stood in all her glory, looking akin to an angel having fallen from the heavens.

Marin spoke before he could, “Why did you leave?” She asked quietly.

Legend exhaled slowly. “I didn’t mean to, Marin.”

“You killed us.”

The knife flew through his heart, but he forced himself to keep some semblance of a level head. Besides, he had asked himself the same thing several times. “I didn’t know. And you don’t exist. Not really.”

“I trusted you. We trusted you. You betrayed us.”

Legend didn’t know how to answer her.

Marin clenched her fists. “You said you loved me. You’re a liar!”

He couldn’t help but to flinch at that, moving his thumb off from where he had been touching the ring. “I did. I do. But that doesn’t make you any more real.”

“You’re a failure! You killed us!”

“Marin-”

She stepped forward and slapped him across the face. “I hate you! Why won’t you just die!?”

It hurt less than her words did. Legend had thought he could handle it. There was hardly ever a time when he hadn’t gotten yelled at. By his uncle. By the castle guards. Even by the others at times.

But this was the first time he’d ever heard Marin yell. And she kept going on and on. 

He knew it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. She was gone.

And yet, he had so quickly been diminished to a sobbing mess, huddled into himself and trying to block out his hearing from all the words and insults and truths. He believed every word of it.

Then it suddenly wasn’t just Marin. It was also his uncle. Disappointed that he had failed him when he’d been ten years old. Then it was also the shopkeep he had stolen bread from when he was starving. It was Fable’s advisor. It was Ravio. It was Fable herself. It was Time. It was Sky. It was everyone he might’ve ever met.

They surrounded him, repeating over and over their painful words, but never physically getting close enough to touch him. Marin’s handprint still burned on his cheek.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,’ left his lips over and over again, hardly even sounding like actual words now.

Then, a music note flew through the air, louder than everything and drowning all else out. Followed by another, and another, until he recognized the tune.

Legend uncovered his ears, the voices were gone. Her voice had stopped. Only that stupid song remained.

That horrible, awful song played with sickeningly sweet tones and harmonies. The sounds came from nowhere and everywhere. The ballad of the Windfish.

It played through fully, leaving Legend frozen in anticipation as he waited. The last note rang out, followed by a roaring silence.

It was then that Legend realized the silence was the worst thing so far.

[arecaceae175]

In the Night

@skyloftian-nutcase made this post, and it gave me a lot of feelings so I wrote a thing.

Summary:

Legend worries.

Set after Sunset 14.

[rae-nell]

Day 3 of Rae's adventures in fic writing (though this is actually a prompt for day 4 as I was feeling more inspired by it):

Summary:

Legend had an item for everything. Everything. And this served him well 99% of the time.

The other 1% was right fucking now - in a situation where his hands were tied, he couldn’t move, and some assholes were rifling through his bag and pulling items out at random like toys from a toybox.

Legend protested loudly, and the effect was absolutely ruined by the gag in his mouth.

----

Or, Legend's precious items are used against him.

[finleycannotdraw]

we need all types of art in fandoms

[liltaireissocute]

if gods allowed that, I will kill all the gods

[mischefous]

sooo, I read A LOT of whumpy LU fics, and I finally had the motivation to draw up my favorite part from one of my fave fics where poor Legend gets drugged and Warriors is the first to get to him.

(Also i sowwy i didnt get every detail exactly how it was in the fic, dis was the best i could do)

I would love to do more of these. But fudge knuckles my motivation is dogshit. that's also why this is super messy T3T

but anyways, i do hope yall enjoy, AND GO READ THE ORIGINAL FIC ITS AAAAH, AMAZING!!!! Give it sum big lov'n!

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Hey writer friends! There's a fun, all-fandom, writing/art event taking place for fall. Cozytober! This is their second year and since they don't have a tumblr page, I thought I'd share the prompts!

For anyone participating in any of the other big fall events (@sicktember @whumptober @flufftober ) these prompts actually meld really well with those.

For more information about Cozytober rules, as well as a text version of the prompts, check out their AO3 Collection page [Here]

Happy writing!!

[grooviestsadpapaya]

Revalink sketch YIPPEE 🦅🦅🦅🦅

[aceofwhump]

@whumpgifathon | Day 13: "Aesthetic" - Bruises

9-1-1 5x04, Chicago P.D. 3x01, The Mentalist 5x08 , Legends of Tomorrow 1x10, Superman & Lois 1x09, Once Upon a Time 2x12, Downton Abbey 3x09, Grimm 1x08, Wild Cards 1x09

[amariaarts]

for linktober day 14: fairy

he'll be fine :)

[nyastri]

My second attempt to contribute to Whumptober

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Linked Universe - Fandom, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Hyrule & Legend (Linked Universe) Additional Tags: Self-Harm, Derealization, Angst, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Anxiety Attacks, Really not sure if this is graphic but it's detailed, So be warned, Whump, Still not sure if this is technically whump but I hope so,  Series: Part 2 of The Nature of Dreams Summary:

Sometimes, Legend would think he was stuck in a dream again. Thankfully, he now had a method for verifying if he was in reality or not. But according to Hyrule, it's not a very "good" method.

Whumptober day 29: Troubled past resurfacing, "I only sink deeper the deeper I think"

[kikker-oma]

A late birthday present for @telemna-hyelle !!

You're a lovely writer and I've been meaning to draw something for you for ages🥰 this story was so so sweet and soothed my soul❤️

[taylrartz]

Jayvik has cured my art block and the crowd is... crying!!

Posting here first before insta cuz my friends haven't watched season 2😭

[thattripleabattery]

If I had a nickel for every time I had to headcanon that the scientist who uses a cane and has dealt with chronic pain most of his life is more likely to know his limits and know that he would be more efficient when not in agony as opposed to his lab partner situationship who’s more likely to ignore/not remember his own needs and limits to his detriment

I’d have two nickels

[smolstarthief]

https://x.com/ForticheProd/status/1868702708904910894?t=lfRR4GGvGWzpilBFzsp1yQ&s=19

Not gonna think about it not gonna think about it not gonna- FUUUUUUCK!!! He was definitely 💯 DEAD dead (I've been reading occasional threads that analyze the whole sequence) there so essentially he was a walking corpse when fused with the Hexcore! That's fucking tragic and horrifying and I'm absolutely destroyed by that knowledge (but I love it morbidly enough)!

Also not me already thinking about post ending Viktor (if still alive with Jayce) slowly having nightmares about this and his previous traumas. Like even his transformation into the Machine Herald looked agonizing!

It would be slow, gradual even as he would no doubt think about Sky still and such but then just notices that he seems to flinch or react oddly to anything remotely sounding like an explosion (such as fireworks or something) but he just shrugs it off and even dismissing Jayce's concerns as he felt it was nothing (man can be prideful sometimes along with still having occasional self-doubt). Then comes the random blurry images and faint sounds/voices which turns out to be his final moments until he wakes up alive again. Everything just piles onto him at once until he can't take it anymore and would later break down with Jayce helping him through it.

Yeah it's a little incoherent but gaaah! I feel like if the explosion didn't initially kill him (especially when in close proximity to it) then getting crushed by pillars/rubble to the point of actually breaking his damn spine will and it would no doubt be a painful way to go for him! I can already see him being barely alive/awake long enough to take in the scene and thinking about if Jayce or anyone was ok at least before everything goes dark (his thoughts being how much it all physically hurts). Who knows really.

And the artwork of Jayce carrying him and noticing the runes he carved onto his skin (people have moved on way too quickly from that), his hand and leg transformed by the Hexcore, this is gonna no doubt haunt him for the rest of his life...