#he and violynne could be cute....

[teamcapwasrightandishouldsayit]

hello, lu fandom. i've got... a thought experiment? i suppose?

the short explanation is that i'm outlining a fic where the chain defeats dink in post-totk hyrule but no portals arrive to take them home, so they're just stuck in wild's era forever. i want to have at least one of the chain form a new relationship in the botw era (besides wild, who will be with flora), but i'm having trouble thinking of who would be interested in who.

so, thought experiment. if you had to ship each member of the chain with a botw/totk character, what would your ships be and why?

[thelastspeecher]

I dunno if anyone else has ever asked this or if you'd even be interested but would you ever consider a Banjo triplets au where Ford also somehow ends up a kidlet (later than Banjo and Banjey) and grows up with them? I know you've said that when Ford comes back through the portal he's their age but I thought this might be cute

:O

oh my gosh it’s been ages since I got an ask out of the blue for my nonsense, and to get it on a day when I’m feeling down is so wonderful

That is....a VERY interesting idea!  I never thought of that.  I went back to check the original post where @agent-jaselin unveiled the Baby Banjo AU, bc I thought I remembered it having something about Ford being de-aged, and I was right.  In the Baby Banjo AU, the axolotl de-ages both Ford and Stan, and then after arguing with the axolotl, Ford is re-aged but Stan is de-aged further.  So that could be one potential route to go down.  Ford visits, he and Stan get in a fight, Angie tries to break up the fight, and they all get zapped by the axolotl, who has No Regrets and refuses to re-age them all.

All of the experience Ma and Pa Guck have in raising children would be put to the test trying to raise Ford, Stan, and Angie all at once, lemme tell ya.  Stan and Ford clearly brought out the rowdiness in each other, and Angie would be able to do that with both of them as well.  She’s got the chaos of Stan and the scientific inclinations of Ford.  It would wind up being this huge positive feedback loop.  I’m being vague bc I can’t think of any specific examples, all I’m thinking is poor Ma and Pa Guck.

Now, that’s one route, rather angsty, what with Ford winding up joining in on the de-aging when he was starting college and probably beginning to crush on Fiddleford (who would effectively become his big brother in a de-aging situation like this).  But I did have a second thought.  It might still be angsty, but maybe less so, and at least have a different sort of backdrop.

That second thought was to maybe switch it up, have Ford getting added to the mess in the version of the Banjo Twins AU where they’re royal.  Basically, how it works in that AU is that Stan dies but then gets reincarnated as a prince and Angie’s twin brother.  In that context, there are two different potential paths: both Ford and Stan die and are reincarnated within the royal family (sort of like the Banjo and Perch version of the MerGucket AU); or, Stan gets reincarnated just fine, but then Ford, who winds up working for the royal court as a wizard, has a Magical Accident and gets irreversibly de-aged.

For the latter of the two, the way it would work is it would happen while the Banjo twins are still fairly young.  Ford gets a job working for the court when the twins are like, three or four.  One day he sees the twins and immediately recognizes Prince Banjo as being his reincarnated twin.  He’s startled and gets distracted and then whoops, magic happens and Ford is now the same age as the twins.  He explains to the Gucks why he slipped up, and with that information, the Gucks decide to take him in once it’s clear that what happened can’t be reversed.  If they didn’t know that their son was his reincarnated twin, they would have had Violynn or Basstian take him in, or even a noble family they were close to.  But knowing that the two will likely have an inherent bond to each other, they take Ford in and pass him off as a triplet.  If the populace asks, he was sickly at birth and only recently became well enough that the royal family felt comfortable announcing him.

So uh I didn’t think about a Banjo triplets AU, but now I have.  Hopefully you like the nonsense that I just typed up.  Oh, and in any of the scenarios, Banjo Ford’s full name would be Banjoseph.  He’d go by Joe, Angie would go by Banjey, and Stan would either go by Banjo or Ban.

[thelastspeecher]

NaNoWriMo ‘17 Day 22 - The Best Laid Plans of Mice-Sized Men

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Summary: Stan makes a series of plans.  [Borrower AU] Word count: 1832

               Stan poked his head out from behind the toaster.  

               “Well?” Lute hissed.  Stan nodded.

               “They’re gone.”

               “Great!” Lute said cheerfully, immediately darting out onto the counter. Stan followed him at a more languid pace.  

               “So, what are we doin’?” Stan asked.  Lute sighed and took a seat on the edge of the counter, his legs swinging idly.

               “Nothin’ of importance.  Just wanted a break from everyone.”

               “I know what you mean,” Stan said, sitting next to Lute.  “I wish you McGuckets were more willing to live under different roofs.”  He grimaced. “It’s pretty much hell, bein’ in close quarters with so many people.”

               “It’s goin’ to get even worse when you and Angie start poppin’ out kidlets,” Lute said, nudging Stan.  Stan glowered at Lute.  “Ya can’t deny it’ll happen.”

               “You’re right,” Stan mumbled.  He groaned.  “Moses, that’s gonna be fucking awful.  Maybe I can convince Angie that we should move out.”

               “She’s not goin’ to go fer that,” Lute said immediately.  “After we lost Fidds, we got even more careful ‘bout losin’ track of each other.”

               “So my options are to live in the same house as all of my in-laws, or…”

               “…Live in the same house as all of yer in-laws,” Lute finished for him. Stan groaned again and laid down on the counter.  “It wouldn’t feel so cramped if we had more space.”

               “Pretty sure you guys carved out as much room in the walls and under the floorboards as you could, without fucking up the structural stability of the house.”

               “Ma says she knew a Borrower who grew up in a mansion,” Lute continued, ignoring Stan.  “And Pa actually used to live in a motel, ‘fore his folks moved out here.”

               “A motel?” Stan said.

               “Yeah.  Lots of space fer Borrowers in buildin’s like that.”

               “I’ve lived in enough motels,” Stan said.  He grinned and sat up.  “Wouldn’t mind livin’ in a hotel, though.”  He rubbed his chin.  “One of those fancy ones, with marble all over the place and fluffy towels.”

               “That does sound nice,” Lute said.

               “Do you think I could convince your folks to move to a hotel?”

               “Probably,” Lute said with a shrug.  “But I don’t know how we’d actually move there.”  Stan stood up, energized with inspiration.

               “Leave that to me.”

----- 

               “I don’t know if this’ll work,” Lute said nervously.  He and Stan were about to set into motion Stan’s plan for moving the family to a bigger place.  

               “If it doesn’t work, we think of something else,” Stan said.  He peered around a bottle of perfume on the dresser. “But this is what we’re doin’ right now.”

               “This plan of yours is either brilliant or insane.”

               “Eh, might be both.  All right, they’re both asleep.  Let’s go.” Stan and Lute carefully descended from the top of the dresser, then hurried over to the nightstand table.  Lute scaled the nightstand easily.  

               The husband and wife of the family that owned the house luckily refused to allow the pet dog in their bedroom.  

               If the dog was here, that’d make this a lot more difficult.  Stan shook that thought away.  Focus on what you’re doin’.  Don’t mess up.

               “All right, come on up,” Lute hissed to Stan as he tossed down a rope. Stan swallowed and climbed.  When he reached the top of the nightstand, Lute pulled him over the edge.  

               “Thanks, man,” Stan whispered to Lute.

               “No problem.  What ‘re we sayin’ to ‘em?”

               “Just somethin’ about how they deserve a break.  They should go stay at a nice hotel for a little while, get away from the country and visit the city,” Stan replied.  Lute nodded.

               “Got it.  And yer sure it’ll work?”

               “Whispering things to my mom while she was asleep worked for me when I was a kid,” Stan said.  “But like I said, even if it doesn’t work, we’ll think of something else.  Like, I dunno, shipping ourselves to a hotel that we pick.”

               “Yer pretty determined about this,” Lute remarked.  

               “I’m ready to leave this house and get some elbow room.”

               “There’s more to it than that.  You’ve been might antsy lately.”  Lute looked at Stan carefully.  “Somethin’ yer not tellin’ me?”  Stan didn’t say anything.  “Oh, come on!”  Stan sighed.

               “Fine.  There’s gonna be one more person in the family in about eight months, and I won’t let it be born in this house.”

               “I knew it!  Yer goin’ to be a dad.”

               “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Stan said, shaking off Lute’s congratulatory hug. “We’ll talk about it later.  Right now, we’re gonna work on moving outta here.”

----- 

               The family dog barked loudly.  

               “Sorry, puppy, but we’re goin’ on a trip, and you can’t come,” the family’s daughter, Chloe said.  The dog whined.  “Oh, poor puppy.  I’ll play with you outside a bit, ‘fore we have to leave.”

               “Is yer bag all the way packed?” Chloe’s mother called from elsewhere inside the house.

               “Yes, Ma!”

               “Good!  We’ll put yer bag in the car while ya play with Spike, then.”

               “Okay!”  Chloe ran outside of her room, the dog on her heels.  “Let’s go, Spike!”  Once the dog and girl had left the room, Lute took a hesitant step into the open. Nothing happened.  He looked back at the dresser, behind which the rest of his family was hiding.

               “Coast’s clear!  Let’s move it.  We’ve got a short window of time!” Lute called.  His family began to pour out from behind the dresser.  Stan reached Chloe’s bag first and unzipped it.  He helped Angie, who already had a visible baby bump, in.  Lute was the last person to climb inside the bag.  He carefully zipped it shut from the inside.

               “Now what?” Violynn whispered.

               “We wait until they get to the hotel.  While the little girl gets distracted by the beds, or goes to the bathroom, or whatever, we get outta the bag and hide underneath the closest object,” Stan said.

               “What if she opens her bag ‘fore we get a chance to escape?” Harper asked. Stan swallowed and held Angie tightly.

               “That won’t happen.”

               “But what if it does?” Lute insisted.  Stan stared intently at Lute.

               “That.  Won’t. Happen.”

----- 

               “Go, go, go, go, go!” Stan hissed.  Lute unzipped the bag and leapt out, then made a mad dash for the underside of the nearest bed.  Stan picked Angie up, ignoring her yelp of protest, and followed his brother-in-law. He set her down once they were under the bed.  “You all right, babe?” he whispered to her.  Angie nodded, her face a slightly green pallor.

               “Yeah.”

               “You look sick.”

               “I’m nauseous, hon.  ‘Cause of the child ya put in me?”

               “Oh.  Right.”

               “Sit down, sweetie,” Ma McGucket suggested.  “That might help yer tummy calm down a bit.”  Angie nodded again and sat down on the soft brown carpet.

               “What do we do now?” she asked, playing idly with a dust bunny.  The McGuckets, who had all now arrived underneath the bed, looked at Stan.  Stan blinked.

               “Uh…I dunno.  I didn’t think this far ahead.”  He rubbed the back of his neck.  “I guess we start makin’ the tunnels that you had back in the farmhouse?”

               “Those ‘ll take a while to make,” Violynn pointed out.  “Until we can do that, we’ll have to set up camp somewhere the Big People won’t find us.”

               “Under the bed seems like a decent place,” Harper said.  Stan shook his head.

               “Nuh-uh.  The girl, Chloe I think her name was?”  The McGuckets nodded.  “Yeah, Chloe’s gonna check out under the bed the minute she gets a chance.  Kids love to explore hotel rooms.”

               “Where in this hotel would a Big Person not look?” Ma McGucket wondered out loud.  “Or at least, if they looked, we could hide easily.”

               “Chloe, sweetie, we’re goin’ to go look at the rooftop garden!” the husband called.

               “Do I have to go?” Chloe whined.

               “They’ve got pretty flowers,” the wife said cajolingly.  

               “Okay!” Chloe chirped.  The McGuckets and Stan listened to Chloe bound across the hotel room, then the door close with a distinct click.

               “There’s an idea,” Angie said slowly.  Stan looked at her.

               “The garden?”

               “I checked out the brochure ‘fore we left.  It’s a greenhouse, so it’s warm year ‘round.  There’s some food-bearin’ plants up there, too, so it’ll keep us goin’ until we set up a regular system fer borrowin’ food from the Big People. And like Ma said, it’s the kind of place we can hide easily in.”

               “That’s a solid idea,” Lute said.  Stan nodded.

               “Sounds good to me.”

               “Great!  We’ll live in a garden like gnomes fer a while,” Angie said.  

               “Wait, do gnomes exist?” Stan asked.  Lute rolled his eyes.

               “Oh, please.”

               “Is that a yes or a no?”

               “How do we get up to the garden?” Harper interjected.  

               “Maybe we can find a dumbwaiter,” Pa McGucket suggested.  “That’s what we did to travel between floors when my fam’ly lived in that motel off Route 9.”

               “All right then, Harper, Stan, Lute, go find a dumbwaiter or other way to get to the garden without a lot of walkin’,” Ma McGucket said briskly.  “The rest of us ‘ll stay here and borrow what we can while the fam’ly’s away.”

               “No one actually answered my question,” Stan complained.  Lute rolled his eyes again.

               “Yes, gnomes exist.  Happy?” Lute said.

               “…I guess,” Stan said.  Harper grabbed Lute and Stan’s hands.

               “Come on, you two.  Stop bickerin’ ‘bout gnomes.  We’ve got a dumbwaiter to find.”

----- 

               Lute returned to the small home the McGuckets had built underneath the tiles of the garden.  He handed a blueberry to Stan, and another to Angie.

               “Here ya go.”

               “Thanks, Lute,” Angie said softly.  

               “The cute lil Gucklings finally fall asleep?” Lute whispered.  Stan and Angie nodded.

               “And you better not wake ‘em up, okay?” Stan hissed.  

               “We may have more space than we did before, but we’re still in fairly close quarters,” Lute said.  “I wouldn’t dream of wakin’ ‘em up.  They’re adorable, but their screams sure ain’t.”

               “Yep,” Stan said.  He glanced over at the double crib his daughters were sleeping in, which was composed of a reworked small jewelry box.  “Danny’s louder than Daisy.  But she sleeps heavier.”

               “When they sleep,” Angie said. Lute chuckled softly.

               “Bein’ parents of twins is a bit rough, huh?”

               “You said it,” Stan mumbled.  He sighed.  “Go figure.”

               “Go figure what?” Angie asked.

               “I made like a million plans after ya told me you were pregnant,” Stan said. “The only one that didn’t pan out was the one where we had one kid, not two.”

               “And that was the one ya figured had the highest chance of workin’ out,” Angie said.  Stan nodded.

               “Well, ya know what they say.  The best laid plans of mice and men-” Lute started.  Crying suddenly erupted from the double crib.  “-go awry,” Lute finished.  He winced as the second baby woke up and began to cry as well.  Stan shook his head at his brother-in-law.

               “That’s what ya get for quotin’ classic literature.”