#Lu wind

[chiangyorange]

idk what you call this. trope????? i guess?? but. yeah. i latched onto it from reading fics bc im predictable

[links-in-time]

Why did I read this and immediately equate each of these statements to every member of the LU Chain?!

so many ways a character can be dog-coded. stray following someone home and begging for scraps. old and needs to be put out of its misery. attack dog. guard dog. lap dog. puppy that pees on the carpet from excitement. shelter dog just happy to finally have feet to curl up on. unsocialized that bites anyone trying to show kindness. silly goofy puddle monster. obedient until the leash comes off

[savercania]

That’s why the chain don’t pair them together for the Night Shift.

Based on @linkeduniverse a The Legend Of Zelda AU.

[brendathedoodler]

The fairy chain meeting Hylian time!

(For which fairy is which hero, look here!)

[the-au-collector]

The Links at a Holiday Party:

Uh oh the Links got invited to an unspecified holiday party (non-ball kind. Maybe someone’s family decided to kidnap them for a day). What are they doing at said party?

Time: Socializes for the first 20 minutes, fucks off to the room with the least people afterwards

Warriors: The True Extrovert, is speaking to everyone. Only doing this because he had enough eggnog to give him a hangover into next week

Twilight: Socializes for 10 minutes, plays with the kids for the rest of the day

Wild: Usurped the kitchen. This isn’t even his kitchen. Why is he in the kitchen?

Wind: Is sneaking drinks when no one’s looking. Otherwise he’s making the kids gang up on Twilight.

Legend: Did the least amount of socialization that’s required, fucked off to the other room well before Time did (Time found him in the room like 👁️👄👁️ and then Time joined him). Has stolen the host’s books. He’s comfy, he’s cozy, he’s going to yell at the next person who tries to talk to him (unless it’s Ravio)

Sky: The Real Extrovert, is talking to everyone, socializing, and is enjoying it. Has become everyone’s favorite. The only one invited back next year.

Hyrule: is sitting in the snow outside. No he won’t come in.

Four: Got mistaken for a child. Isn’t happy about it. Helping Wind rile up the other kids… until Wind refuses to let him share the stolen alcohol. Now he’s rallying the kids against Wind. It’s war.

BONUS!

Malon: is actually socializing, manages to convince Time into talking to people for a little bit. Everyone loves her. Is also invited over next year.

[sleepyskeleton-0]

My apology for the Wind angst I posted before (wip - will clean up later)

[weepingtalecowboy]

Dolls for Hyrule

Fanfic prompt : After linked universe

Legend would go on to create dolls for Hyrule

Knowing that Hyrule’s survival depended on them during his adventure

He would create them first slowly having yet to know how exactly they work

Using threads and fabrics from Hytopia to guarantee they work

Outright mass producing them by himself till his hands were bloodied and he was tired of seeing them

Till he could make them near blind barley looking

Till he outright despised them from how much it hurt him to make them again and again and again

Every time he stabbed himself with the needle

How much it would annoy him to redo the threads because he missed the right part to sew

How tired he got from doing it day and night

At some point he didn’t even try to redo them if he got blood on them by accident

But stopping at making them could endanger Hyrule’s life

So he continued until he physically couldn’t anymore because his hands hurt from doing the threads again and again without pause

It hurt that his old injuries were making themselves known again later in his life

He never thought he would even reach an age over thirty

But was it really worth it if his bones ached and his hands shook from repeating the same thing every day without much pause

He really hates retirement now

Especially because he isn’t caring for his orchard of apple trees and sitting at home with ever worsening pain watching them wither and grow uncared for by the end

Maybe him wasting his life truly was for the betterment of Hyrule

Wouldn’t even be the first time that he got permanent damage from helping somebody (he knew that the pain he feels would get worse with time)

…even if Hyrule might never know how much making him little dolls makes him hate the very concept of sewing or dolls

Maybe he could write to Hyrule about stuff if he really wants the other to know how much he hates his dolls

A book or letter might survive several centuries

It would be a link to the past

It's not like he can really do anything beyond sitting around in bed and waiting for his hands to fully fail him as he uses them

He barely can even walk without a cane

,… using the cane of somaria as a crutch somehow still makes it more useful than placing blocks

It’s hilarious how useless he is by now

He isn’t going to even beat Warriors' age isn’t he

Dead under forty seems like a joke

Would he see his chain of friends again

Would hylia tell him that he sucks or would he be forced on another adventure by her

Would she maybe tell him it was worth it,…

Except it wasn’t , was it ?

Hyrule will fall and every injury and pain he gained would be for nothing ,… afterall he IS making magic tokens for a hero in a broken world

He was sent on one other adventures after the chain parted ways still

Because the goddess wouldn’t stop until he was beyond ruined

Cadence was a great friend to make, sure

But it was probably the last time he would be able to fight for Hyrule

He met the fates

They would see in the future ,… and he knows how he will die

He died a few times

They revived him but he feels how his body slowly failing him after his latest adventure

This is how he would go

Slowly but steadily getting worse

He supposes dying is not fully reversible

It hasn’t helped that Ravio has probably been forced into the war of eras by now

… or he just abandoned him and never returned

He hopes it is the later because he doesn’t want him to suffer the war

Would hylia have taken him if he was useful still

… is that why Ravio went in his stead

He selfishly hopes that Ravio would be horrified by his condition

After all he never saw him succumb to his pain

Does he even know ?

After all the merchant disappeared before he could die in everything but body

Because he truly is dead already

The most painful part would be that his friends probably still think that he is making dolls…

Would they only find out when they check on his house many months later ?

He hopes he can see Marin when he is gone

,… and apologize for killing her

Because he will be just as dead

Meanwhile Ravio after several years in a war returned

For him it was years

He was assured it would be only months in his timeline

Yet he was to late by a day nonetheless

He saw a hero surrounded by dolls

Just as non living as all of them

And a letter to hide all off them well

[ask-the-nine-links]

*throws a locked chest into their midst and vanishes*

Wind: So. What are the chances that this chest contains something flammable, harmful, explosive, or all three?

Hyrule: Pretty high.

Wild: So. We're gonna open it, right?

Hyrule: Obviously. Who has the key?

Wind: Not me.

Wild: No key here.

Twilight: How about we don't open the mysterious chest that was randomly thrown into the middle of our camp...

Wind, Wild and Hyrule:

Twilight: ...without the proper precautions.

Wild: I knew you were my favorite for a reason. Hey, Smithy or Veteran!

Four: I got the lockpick.

Legend: And I got the lock as long as I get some of whatever is inside.

[pebblesandpotatos]

When Wind was a kid he would get really excited when the Rito mailman (Quill? I think his name is) would come. He'd beg him for cool stories and just ask a billion questions about where he's been. Eventually Aryll joined him and it just turned into a tradition between them to share a story every time he came.

After his first quest he finally had a cool story of his own and now every time they see each other they swap stories.

[bokettochild]

Christmas of Closure - Day 4

First joins the chain and has some Sky related Angst, because what's Christmas on Ketto's bog without some angst?!?!?!

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 (you are here!)| Day 5 | Day 6

Full fic below the cut!

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The week that follows being found and rescued by the strangers- the heroes, is somehow the most confusing one of his life, and that is counting the week he was arrested, tried, and thrown into prison for what he’d been told would be the rest of his life. 

 They are all rather odd lads, and as the days pass and they come to terms with a new member among them, that fact shines all the more clearly. He supposes that is a good sign though, a sign they are accepting him and perhaps even growing comfortable with him, but it is rather jarring all the same. After all, they have already learned to accept strangers of their kind into their group, while he, in contrast, has never even heard of another hero chosen by the heavens. If anything, he almost wishes they’d stayed wary of him longer, been slower to reach out, but he doesn’t fault them for their kindness, even if it does leave him still uneasy.  

 Some, blessedly, are slower, like himself.  

 Their names escape him, frequently, especially as it seems they use them less and various pet names or terms of address more frequently than what they’d introduced themselves as. Still, he is able to remember who is who even without the names, perhaps by assigning them identifiers of his own, although he never uses them before the boys. 

 Time, he remembers. Wild too, as it is both name and descriptor. The same with Warriors, although ‘captain’ seems to be the common form of address most employ with the man. The only other one he can correctly remember though is Hyrule, if only for the fact that it’s a nae he already knows although ‘Rule’ or ‘Rulie’ seem to be sounded more than that, as though he’s not the only one who finds it difficult to associate the name of his country with a person as well. 

 He thinks he can remember that the youngest was something like Wynn, which sounds at least a bit like a name and so passes for one to his mind. He’s rather certain that the one with gentle hands is something close to ‘Lore’, name being the only one starting in an ‘l’ and relating to stories of some kind. The dark one is a time of day, but neither ‘Midnight’ nor ‘Sunset’ sounds right. Lastly though is the one he sees the most of, and yet can’t for the life of him remember a name for. 

 The white-caped lad, whom he has poetically decided to call ‘Cape’ in his head, seems very keen on keeping close to him. He finds himself watched, often, and not with the passive, wandering gaze of the younger ones, or the curiosity of the elders, but instead just...watched. 

 It’s weird. 

 He’s exceedingly uncomfortable with it. 

 Still, conversation is attempted to be struck up with him, asked questions with eagerness and fervency, and Link, titled ‘First’ by his new fellows, isn’t sure what to do with the boy. 

 He feels not unlike a being hounded by a particularly eager puppy, and he’s not sure what he’s done to deserve it. 

 Hence, why he asks, one evening as they begin to make camp, himself and the youngest ones arranging matters while the elder heroes head off to scout thearea a final time, making a wide sweep to ensure nothing will creep up on them in the night. He’d go with them, but he’s still tragically short a sword, so it’s not like he[d actually be any good. 

 Cape is hesitant to stray, but once he’s gone, and once Link is certain the boy won’t hear him, he turns to the rest of the heroes who work at starting a fire and constructing something like a shelter against the large stones that crop up about them. It’ll be a cold night, so they’ll need the cover. 

 “May I ask,” and all eyes turn up to him, work pausing momentarily before the two that aren’t twins but look it, return deftly to their tasks, ears pricked his way to show they’re still listening. “Why does your caped companion follow me so much?” 

 Wynn(?) frowns, leaning back to look around Link and towards where the others had slipped off too. “You know, that’s a really good question, I don’t know.” 

 “He’s pretty friendly,” Hyrule sounds from where he’s shaking out bedrolls to lay out around what will be a fire once Lore(?) finishes making it. “It really startled me at first too, but I think he’s just trying to get to know you.” 

 Which sounds a feasible answer, only it’s quickly corrected by Lore. “You’re the hero who comes before him,” ringed hands strike flint-stones together as a frown creases the lad’s face and words are made sharp and staccato by sharper motions. “Usually, in this group, those who know their predecessor tend to be close with them.” Dark eyes lift, catching his own before darting off towards where the rest had gone, as though bidding him think of them. “Time is Twilight’s predecessor, Twilight is Wild’s.” 

 “And this makes them close?” 

 A shrug. “They feel responsible for the hero that takes their place, so, in a way, yes. Time acts like a worried mother cucco with Twilight sometimes, and Twilight does the same to the champion here.” 

 Wild offers a small smile. “He means well, but he gets pushy sometimes.”  

 Link nods slowly. “So, you believe that he desires something...similar, from myself?” 

 The youngsters all exchange glances, but eventually, it is the brightly colored one with stony eyes that answers him, and for the life of him Link can’t begin to recall the lad’s name. “Sky-” and yes, Cape is called Sky, that sounds correct “-was the first here before you joined us. Unlike the rest of us, he probably doesn’t have many stories about other heroes, but he seems to know about you.” 

 “You’re the one that forged his path,” Hyrule adds, stopping his work for the moment and offering a weak flash of a smile. “He probably looks up to you like we do to our predecessors, probably tried to follow in your steps when he was unsure of his own.” 

 Link blinks. “But my steps would have led to my death had not your party arrived when you did.” 

 Lore just shakes his head. “All the more reason; if he grew up on stories where you died, actually seeing you alive might feel like a gift from his goddess, like a hope he hadn’t dared to have before.” 

 Stopping his chopping of food, the wild one turns to stare at the young veteran. “How’d you come to that conclusion?” 

 Violet meet glittering blue. “Sky’s not the only one who’s predecessor kicked the bucket, champ. If I met the hero before me, alive and well, who knows, perhaps I’d have similar thoughts. 

 Wild squints at him. “Still, oddly specific.” 

 “Go back to chopping, champ. It’s just idle thought, don’t put so much stock in it.” 

 Idle thought or no, Link still thinks on it. The boys make a decent point, but the longer he’s been with them, the more he’s begun to understand something of their nature, of why they’re here. 

 The goddesses reincarnated his soul, and they’d done so in order that, though he’d fallen, another would always rise in his place to defeat evil. It’s a startling thing to have explained, or rather, said without thought within his hearing, and then explained after when he’d questioned it, but it’s worse when he actually looks at the results of that choice. 

 They’re all children still, even the eldest is still young to the seasoned knight’s eyes, and in hearing them all talk, many had been far younger when they’d begun. 

 But Cape-Sky, specifically, is the one that follows in his steps the closest, the one brought to being to take on the slack he’d left when he’d failed to kill Demise. The boy speaks of a red loftwing, a goddess sword, a companion who was the goddess herself, although likewise reincarnated, as he’s quick to clarify, a warning in tone if not words when anyone tries to say that this girl called Zelda whom he clearly loves is the same as the goddess Link knew himself. 

 All of it is too familiar, quite jarring, and the more the lad speaks of it, the worse the effects. 

 He knows Sky is trying to connect with him, by sharing these things, but all Link can hear in the words is that this lad was crafted to take on what he failed to do, was made quite specifically to bear the brunt of his failings, and for that, he finds himself wracked with guilt when he finds himself staring into the lad’s honest face. 

 He’s warm, very kind, caring and even gentle at times, though it’s clearly a choice he has made to be so and it feels such a direct contrast to the person Link is himself. 

 He does not resent the goddess for crafting a hero who could rise above her foes, but even he is liable to the feeling of inadequacy as he realizes it. Even as a man grown, one who ought to be above the juvenile self-doubt and insecurity more suited to those the age of his new companions, he still finds himself now staring back in turn to the lad who follows in his steps in more ways than one.  

 Sky is what Hylia wanted, what she needed. 

 Link is what she had available. 

 And while he remembers her kindness, her smile, her warmth, it does not escape him that when given the chance to craft her hero herself, Hylia had made Sky to be near a direct contrast to Link’s own nature. The lad is gentle, warm, friendly, trusting, easy-going but fierce when called upon to be. Sky is good with people, understanding of their plights and slow to judge them for their faults. Knight though he is, trained and tried though he’s said to be, the young man is not one to act according to protocol, but rather, at his own whims, his own instinct. 

 Try though the lad might to find a common ground where they might stand as first and follower, as the two hand-picked by a goddess, there is no even ground on which it is possible; there is nothing between them, as far as Link can see, that stes them as equals, or even similar. 

 There is nothing he can offer regardless. He cannot teach the one who’s already overcome what he’d been destroyed by, he cannot advise a lad already having struck out beyond his reach. 

 And so, while he has no wish to alienate his fellow chosen, his fellow knight, his fellow servant of the goddess, Link, called First, does not accept the offers to bridge the distance between them. 

 He has nothing to offer after all, so rather than disappoint the youngster, rather than shatter whatever image exists in his mind of what Link ought to be, he simply keeps his distance instead. 

 It's kinder, he tells himself.  

 It’s for Sky’s own good. 

[mushr0oms-and-m0ss]

Idk if I posted this already

Hey guys take an LU × Star Trek au

Edit: I realize that the security and weapons are the same thing, so I'll make Wild something else.

[wickedcriminal]

Oh that's where he went

[ovegakart]

omg, lu content? realized while i drew a lu first design, i had never drawn him interacting with the chain. for some reason this is the topic.

idk if theyre competing for who was in jail the longest or shortest amount of time? perhaps who just has the most impressive number

[cheatsylu]

@/linkeduniverse has gotta be my favourite webcomic at the moment, with its incredible writing, characters, and art, made by an even more incredible artist! Keep up the amazing work Jojo!

(Individual characters + duo's below)

[mirensiart]

pain sharing curse au feat wolfie :)

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I hc that every time he transforms into wolfie (and back to a hylian) he feels the same pain he felt during that one cutscene in twilight princess when he first transforms, but he’s so used to it and also he’s built his pain tolerance a lot because of it, that he doesn’t mind it anymore

anyway, wolfie is banned

also I know four shrinks and splits in canon but like, he doesn’t look to be in pain during it… TIME THOUGH…TIME RELATES