#i have a lynel one too....

[yasmeensh]

It’s a secret to everybody

[anachronistic-falsehood]

I FINISHED THE GAME

[darkdragon768]

Nintendo games have become too easy...

[full-pockets]

One of my controllers, a BOTW Power A, has slight drift, it keeps slowly panning right even as I'm not touching it. I noticed as I was playing Skyrim in the opening scene, my view kept slightly going right in a cut scene-ish thing, the one where you see the prisoners get executed. Like the type scene where you have limited control so the most you can do is look around. Once I got full control of my character I didn't touch the controller and yup, still panning.

I barely used that controller too, meanwhile (knock on wood) my older controllers are just fine, despite the amount of times I've used them much more often, more roughly and accidentally dropped them on the floor.

It's a pretty controller too, guess it's a good thing I collect ones I like so I have backups. Also so I can continue to play if the battery in one dies. So far (knock on wood) none of my other controllers or joycons have given me problems, this is my first, for the Switch atleast.

[franeridan]

me sixty hours into totk with three temples done and most of the surface map explored: why are white enemies already here I barely accomplished anything???

[lucksea]

what if i did a funny bit and had my trainersona be a fucking ice type gym leader. the ol bait and switch. it walks around with a weavile and dresses in black and white and is generally lazy and mischievous so you think its a dark type leader and then its like oh you need the hoarfrost badge? fine. we can fight. yeah im the ice leader. i did dark for a while but i got bored of it so i switched to an arguably worse type because i found the challenge more interesting

it still has the wide variety team i doodled it with that you can roll after you win its badge but i think ill add some mythicals and legendaries to it for this theoretical game. one thing i really love about emerald rogue is that from badge like 5 or 6 and up gym leaders and eventually random trainers can have legendaries on their team, especially if you yourself have one, as part of the balancing thing. its awesome. i need to make my pokemon fangame real so bad

[kil9]

also ive gotten used to phantom ganon now lol. first time i saw him i almost shit myself i was so scared but now hes showed up like 5 more times so we're chill 😓 big club form is the easiest for sure

[luimagines]

Always in Ink

Another commission!

They asked for Calamity Link with a soulmate au. Of course I had to oblige.

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

You were under the assumption that your soulmate was either the most romantic person alive or you were going to be made into the most oblivious person on the planet.

Every person by the time they turn ten years old gets a special mark on their skin. It was usually on the inside of their wrist, but there have been known cases where it has appeared on the leg or back. It’s not exactly common but there were more than enough people to stand out from the norm that others needn’t be concerned when they didn’t see anything on their wrist. 

This mark that the people receive is considered special and unique to each and every person. While it appeared to be nothing but beautiful calligraphy lines made up of total gibberish to everyone else, it was said to be the first words your soulmate would say to you.

No one else could read it but the person the words were written on and the person who was to speak them. It was both to keep the sanctity of the bond safe from those wishing to sabotage the connection and to keep either party from finding each other too soon.

At least that was what you were told from a young age. No one really seemed keen to prove whether that was the truth or not. Most were ready to merely accept it as reality since it made the most sense.

Your mark was directly over your heart. If you were to ask anyone they would have said that it appeared as beautiful climbing vines with a multitude of unique flowers that twirled up to your collarbone and over your ribs.

You on the other hand, every time you looked into the mirror saw the words etched in black ink, ‘You; it was always you.’

The idea of those very words being written over your heart was enough to send it pounding. The thought of having someone important enough, with those very words, the first words they’ll say to you, and having them etched over your skin in such an intimate location; was enough to make you swoon.

“It was always you.” You trace the words over your skin and smile to yourself.

A horn blares in the distance. It’s sharp, long and alarming. Your city is under attack!

Panic floods your system quickly. Before you can even begin to think of the ramifications of your actions, you go to the window to see what it could possibly be.

Bokoblins, moblins, lynels- each creature more menacing than the last, begin to storm Mabe Village. Screams of your neighbors begin to fill your ears and shake the walls of your house. 

You rush out of the building and take to the streets, not wanting to be near the beginnings of the fires the monsters are setting. The smell of smoke quickly envelopes the main square and you’re stuck wondering where your family went. 

Your first instinct is to go to Castle Town. The city had high walls and was fortified to withstand such an attack. There were countless talks from your neighborhood that should anything happen, you were run to the city at once. It was the safety plan after all if you weren’t on the field fighting to protect your homes.

The adrenaline however, serves to confuse you. As you run through the city of Mabe Village, you find yourself running in circles, always coming back without finding the exit.

The monsters quickly catch wind of your confusion, targeting you before you so much as have the time to gather your bearings. Bokoblins are quickly on your tail, rushing at you with high pitched shrieks and pig-like snorts. Their thunderous steps shake the ground as they begin to gain ground on you.

You’re already so tired.

Shing!

The monsters scream, turning their heads to a new attacker. You don’t look behind you, but you’re not too far gone in your panic to not notice that someone has come to your rescue. You hope it was one of the knights. Someone trained and able to defend just enough so you can make a proper escape from the attack.

As you hide behind one of the walls, you can hear that the battle is short. Even when your own breath threatens to cover up the sounds of the battle, it’s not lost on you that it’s only a matter of moments before the monsters are no more. There’s the tell tale sound of smoke as they poof out of existence. Their cries of agony cut short by their failing bodies.

Whoever has come to your rescue must be incredibly skilled.

The silence that falls over the area is unsettling at best. Almost like a calm before the storm. Eager to get away but unwilling to at least not thank your rescuer to his face, you poke your head out from behind the wall. What you see shocks you.

There’s a young man there about your age. At least that’s what you’re willing to assume. He’s blond with his hair in a ponytail at the back of his head. Pleased with his work, he sheathed his sword again, turning toward you. 

Your breath catches in your throat. He has the bluest eyes you have ever seen on a person. “Th-thank you.” You stumble toward him, fumbling over your words as the shock of nearly being attacked washes over you. You introduce yourself quickly, wanting to know the name of your savior. 

The young man’s eyes widened. You hear him suck in a breath to speak in reply before a loud crashing sound cuts him off, diverting his attention behind him.

A young woman of the sheikah clan screams, running past the both of you. The knight doesn’t hesitate to chase after her, cutting off the bokoblins from attacking her much like the ones before had planned for you. 

You, with very little forethought, rush after her as well, wanting to drag her safety as the knight deals with the threat.

But she trips, dropping a strange object in her hand.

A small, white, egg-like structure jumps to life while the city’s foundation begins to shake beneath you. Unwilling to let that dissuade you, despite the strange tower that begins to emerge from the ground, you rush toward the young woman and pull her to her feet. Ducking to give her the strange plate-like thing she was carrying earlier, you shove it in her hands and push her behind you.

“Are you ok?”

“No.” She replies, looking up at the tower for longer than you think necessary. “I needed to bring this to the castle.”

Once the tower was fully erect, the monsters ran in the opposite direction, giving the three of you more time to breathe. 

“It’s… a tower?” The sheika said softly, gazing questionably up at the massive structure.

“I… I guess so?” You answered her, looking around as if there were answers to be found in the air.

The knight nodded at you both and you gave him one in return. You were both alright. Unharmed for the most part. Just confused.

He turned to the egg-like thing and studied it. You followed his gaze and realized that you’ve really never seen anything like it before. It looked mechanical but ancient, seemingly brought to life by the change and attack of the monsters.

“An inexplicable guardian…” The sheika walked up beside you. “And a mysterious tower… I hate to say it, but we have little hope of figuring this out on our own.”

“He’s kinda cute…” You tilted your head at it, watching in fascination as the little being walked around on its three legs and made small beeps and boops.

Without warning, the little guy took off as fast as it could go out of the direction of your city.

“Hey, what are you-! No!” The sheika ran after it. “Stop right there!”

The knight ran with her, leaving you alone in the once chaotic square.

“Oh… ok…” You looked around awkwardly. Now what? The battle seemed to be over. The cries of the monsters and the sound of the clashing steel had faded to nearly nothing. It was quiet now.

With not much left to do, you went back home to check the damage.

Unscathed.

Odd, but not unwelcome. You tried to shake the events of the day off of your shoulders and get on with it. It was easier said than done. 

The course over the next few days left the people of Hyrule dizzy with unrest. The hustle and bustle of daily life had shifted to more exciting times, with an inherent sense of doom and foreboding. Many were speaking of leaving the city or Hylian territory altogether, but where would they go.

Your family had tried to keep things calm within the walls of your home before the people had caught wind that the princess herself would be traveling through. It was probably the most positive news Mabe Village could have received, even if it meant she was only passing through.

Your neighbors were to remain indoors to leave her undisturbed. But of course that didn’t mean that people wouldn’t be looking through the windows to catch a glimpse of the beloved Princess  Zelda.

You were of the same mind, if only because she was nearly elusive otherwise to the hylians of Mabe Village. You had no idea what she looked like.

Hearing the small troop pass by your street, you picked one of the highest windows your house had to offer. You saw her. Blond in her royal street attire. You smiled softly. She couldn’t have been much older than you either. The thought was somewhat comforting.

But then you started to pay attention to the people around her. There was a zora at the back accompanied with a rather large goron, but there was a familiar mop of blond hair next to the princess that had shaken you.

It was the knight from before!

Had he always accompanied the princess? Or did he get a promotion? If he was the princess’s personal guard, then what was he doing so far down in your city when it was attacked?

Your heart ached with a strange and foreign pain. It felt constricting, almost as if you were suddenly unable to breathe.

The knight turned around suddenly, catching you in the window at once.

You gasp and duck, hiding yourself behind the walls once more as you try to settle your racing heart. The eye contact was borderline electric. Your mouth was instantly dry and your palms were covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“What is wrong with me?” You whisper, hugging your knees to your chest. He was handsome, sure, but not panic worthy. At least, that’s what you thought. You’ve never had such a strong visceral reaction to a person like that before. You still didn’t so much as know his name.

You stayed hidden until the entourage had passed.

Sounds of chaos quickly started up once again. From the sounds beyond the walls of your home, the infamous Yiga Clan had gathered in an attempt to murder the Princess Zelda.

This time however, you stayed inside. The handsome stranger that saved you had much better things to do with his time than entertain you when you would only be getting in the way. Losing your life didn’t seem worth the price for simply wanting to meet him again.

Which would have been the end of it, if you had done the smart thing and stayed out of sight while you were at it.

Curious creature that you were, you looked back outside your window.

Right into the ever lifeless gaze of a Yiga mask.

You screamed as the cult member laughed and quite literally pulled you out of your home, tossing you to the streets and arms of another member waiting for you below. Their sicken laugh scratched the back of your brain like nails on a chalkboard.

You tried to fight out of their hold, but without any training on your side, you were no match for the ever ruthless Yiga Clan.

You screamed again as the man began to leave without in his arms. Thoughts of what’s to come and what they could have possibly planned for you invaded your mind at once, instilling panic and fear. “NO!” The shrill sound of your own screams seemed foreign to your ears, having reached a point of terror you’ve never experienced before. “LET ME GO!”

The Yiga Clan male fought to keep you within his grip. You kicked, punched and tried to elbow him in the weak points your father had tried to teach you in the past. But given that you were being held from behind, they had little to no effect on the beast which held you captive. A peaceful life has left you at a disadvantage unfortunately. There wasn’t anything you could have done to get out of his grip.

Even as you landed a considerable hit to his groin, you were simply dropped and picked up by another Yiga Clan member.

You screamed in outrage and adrenaline, hitting the person as many times as you could before you were teleported into a place the civilians avoided at all cost.

“Enjoy the party!” He taunted before teleporting away from you.

You shot to your feet at once, staying silent before making an attempt for the exit.

The beast before you was huge, bigger than most of the houses of Hyrule. With burgundy skin, gnarly toes and claws, it’s one eye opened with a flash. The hinox roared to life, indignant at being woken up from its nap.

The scream that tore through your throat was blood curdling and raw.

The beast settled its attention and rage on you as it took a step forward. You ran, knowing that this beast could eat you in a single bite if it managed to grab you. Anything within arms distance of this beast was a borderline death sentence.

You tripped.

Rolling over, you saw the massive, black tipped claws reaching out to you and screamed again, alerting everyone and everything to your impending doom.

Ffffpt-!

You gasped, feeling the air around you snap as an arrow embedded itself into the finger of the hinox. It bought you enough time to get back to your feet and run away back to safety. You crashed into somebody, making you scream again in the assumption it was another Yiga Member.

He grabbed your shoulders, settling you at once. You looked at him and gasped. “It’s you.”

The knight looked at you with an almost panicked expression before shoving you behind him. 

A beat passed as the hinox roared again. It eyed you both but the knight wasn’t undeterred. He shoved your shoulder with a grunt before rushing the giant without a single look in your direction.

You took the silent order to heart and ran as fast as you could back to anything that resembled relative safety.

In trying to figure out where in your city you had been taken to, you ran into the zora and goron you had eyed before from your window when they had passed your house. You ran to them without thought, seeing that they were armed and more than capable of defending themselves.

“Help me!!”

The zora appeared to be a smaller female, red in the scales and adorned with chains and zora jewels that you saw from time to time when the merchants visited Mabe Village on their way to Castle Town. You ran to her first. “Help me! I don’t know what to do!”

She gasped softly when you collapsed to your knees by her side. She fought off the remaining Yiga and gently put a hand to your shoulder as you fought for your breath. A calming cooling sensation washed over you. It settled in your bones and chilled away the small aches and pains you had gathered in your tussle with the Yiga members that had taken you out of your home.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” She said softly.

You gulped and shook your head. “No. No, I’m not hurt. At least not terribly so. Thank you.”

“What happened to you?” The goron walked over. “I’m Daruk.”

You introduced yourself, quickly explaining what happened to you and why you were outside at the moment of crisis like this. “I think they wanted to use me as a distraction to get the hinox hungry for more. But there was a knight who came to save me. Blond. Blue eyes.”

“That would be Link.” The zora said with a soft smile on her face. “He is the princess’s personal guard.”

“Her personal guard…” You echoed with soft awe. That would make more sense. He appeared to be exceptionally skilled with a sword and he was no doubt good at what he did to be where he was. You gulped quietly, regarding the talismans on the zora in front of you. Something about her seemed important. “I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Mipha.” She bowed quickly. “Princess of the Zora.”

You quickly got to your feet in a rush. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to get in your way.”

Mipha shook her head. “It was my pleasure to assist you. Head home and stay low. We will handle the Yiga.”

“They’ll regret ever stepping foot here!” Daruk swung his rock smasher with little regard to the space around him.

You nodded frantically, thanking them both for their assistance before making your way home with nothing but getting to safety in your mind.

It didn’t register until the next day that you had finally a name to the knight that continually saved you. One day, when things calm for the sake of normality again, you want to thank him to his face.

The unexpected attack on the princess, while it proved futile, had done nothing to lessen the tensions around your home.

As if to make matters worse, the skies had darkened on the evening of the princess’s seventeenth birthday.

The ground shook and the ever standing Hyrule Castle was shrouded in dark, blistering red smoke. Screams once again echoed through the streets as the men, women and children all began to run.

Mabe Village was close to Castle Town as it was. The smoke was quickly spreading and overtaking everything in its path.

The tower in the middle of the city shuts down. The lights dimmed and the points at the top collapsed as the power to the pillar was cut off.

Explosions are heard from the direction of Hyrule Castle and all hope is quickly lost.

Strange malicious machines that your stunned and melted brain unhelpfully identifies as guardians begin to storm all the inhabitable range of your people. People take off running, taking to the streets and the guardians blast through every wall as if the bricks were nothing but plaster.

You run, cursing your luck of living in interesting times for the nth time over the course of a month. You panted and ducked quickly into the woods for a safe hiding spot. You bobbed and weaved through the trees and the bushes, desperate to feel something akin to normality once more.

You trip, rolling to your side and tucking yourself close to the trunk of a rather large tree. There’s a small hole between the roots. Despite your exhaustion, you shimmy yourself into the hidey hole to catch your breath. The tension snaps from your fatigued body and you black out.

You’re not sure how long you’re there for.

You wake up every now and then, succumbing to the blissful realm of the dreamscape, wanting to escape the nightmare that your home has found itself in. 

Shouting.

More shouting.

Human voices.

They’re coming closer.

“Is anyone here?”

“Come out! We have refuge!”

“We are here to take survivors to a safe point!”

“Anyone!”

“Here.” You call you weakly, your voice stunted and torn from the abuse and disuse it had gone through. You force yourself to wake up, to keep fighting. Pushing yourself free of the tree roots and the brambles, you crawl toward the voices. “Here!”

“We found one!” The men shout and rush towards you.

The next hours are a blur. You’re wounded (which would explain why you struggled with consciousness) and apparently weaker than you cared to acknowledge. You and a few others they had managed to comb out of the forest are quickly escorted to a horse driven carriage, where a doctor and healers await you.

You are taken away, through the thicker parts of the forest and through trails you fail to recognize. The doctors and healers treat you and patch you up, letting you drink water and broth to regain your strength.

You nap again, feeling safe in a way that the previous days hadn’t allowed you to feel.

You wake to find yourself on a bed, warm and undisturbed.

Strange. The last thing you remember was being on that carriage. How did you get here? 

The light is nearly blinding after being shrouded in dim lighting as you were. The sky is still dark, appearing as if the world was bathed in a red tinted twilight. The view would otherwise be spectacular.

You can see nearly all of Hyrule from your vantage point. From the Hebra region, to Death Mountain, all the way to Akala and the seas beyond. Stranger yet, you know you’ve never been here before but you can’t help but recognize where you are.

“...The Great Plateau.”  The words leave you breathless. 

Looking around, you see that there’s many Hylians around. Most of them are knights. But was the occasional civilian out and about, tending to the soldiers and keeping the basic settlement afloat by attending to the basic needs.

“Oh you’re awake.” Someone notices you and quickly gives you the rundown of what’s been happening while you’ve been recuperating. Your hand lands over your heart, feeling the weight of something lost you’ve never obtained. Many have fallen. Your soulmate was likely to be one of them.

The King had taken to settling on the plateau for a counter strike after the castle was lost, bringing all that he could to safety beyond the blackened clouds. 

In the distance, you can hear the roar of battles continuing to be waged, of monster cries and laser blasts and more explosions than you could count.

The skies get darker still.

Determined to make yourself useful, you begin doing everything you can, aiding your people with your talents as they regroup and form a strategy. 

Within hours, a blinding light overtakes Hyrule Field. It forces the blacked skies at a distance, bringing the sunshine back to the surface of the earth. And with it, the unfathomable notion of hope. Hope that all is not lost.

The princess had awakened her power.

News quickly spread like wildfire and everyone was excited at the hint of victory over the horizon. You yourself were happy as well. The idea that the nightmare would soon end would be enough to buoy your spirits until it was all over.

Help arrived almost at once. It seemed that within the course of a day, the princess and the troops that had rallied beside her had joined the group at the plateau, eager to merge the forces of Hyrule once more.

You watched the soldiers all clamber to the Temple of Time when you saw him. The knight from before- no, you should have known him better by now. It was Link! With the princess!

Something in your heart rejoiced at the sight of him unharmed and well. You gasped and rushed toward him before you remembered yourself. Would he even remember you? It had already felt like a lifetime again since you had seen him by the hinox. And even then, it was a passing glance at most as he saved your life for a second time.

You stepped back, turning around and slapping your cheeks softly. 

No, it was futile. He had bigger things to worry about than to bother with you. He was merely doing his duty.

Footsteps. Foomp-!

“What in the-?” Your words had been cut off. Someone had rushed to you, hugging you from behind. A moment passes before they let go, allowing you to turn around to see them.

“Link?” Your eyebrows shoot up. He looked on the verge of tears.

“You.” He croaks, hugging you again.

You’re thoroughly confused. “Me?”

Lightning strikes in your head. You’re impressed by the fortitude you had managed to clamor together to not scream at the top of your lungs.

“...Me?” You breathe, putting your hand over your heart in the pattern of your mark.

He nods, seemingly shaken up by seeing you once again. “It was always you.”

The young man nods, ripping off his gauntlet and showing you his mark. With your mouth suddenly dry, you took his hand gently in your, bringing his wrist closer to get a look at the black lace like patterns on his skin. However, instead of gibberish like your brain was used to expecting, there; in bold unmistakable letters was what you had told him. ‘Thank you. I’m-’

And there was your name. Plain as the nose on your face.

It was heart stopping. The air was thick around the two of you as he waited for your reaction. He had known for much longer than you. Also unaware of if you were safe or not while he had run into danger head first on multiple occasions. The thought causes you to grip his hand a little tighter. He still needed to run head first into danger. The war was far from over.

The silence drags on and the others are beginning to stare. It’s not lost on the people what’s happened. There’s only so many that willingly show their soulmarks to another and not have it be dismissed quickly. It’s achingly clear that you’ve read what it said.

You can’t stand the growing tension and you hate to think about the implication of this discovery. Wanting to break the ice, you gulp and give Link a weak, if rueful smile, much to your dismay. “...You had it way easier than I did.”

To his credit, he laughs, shifting his hand into your grip to properly hold your hand. “You… could say that.”

You smile a little easier, looking at his hand as he holds yours. You can feel the calluses on his hands from no doubt the hours he’s put into his training. It’s enough to make you gulp. The sword on his back, while new to you, is glaring obvious to anyone who knows of the role he must play.

“...I’ll wait for you.” You decide. Because you will. Because it’s the only thing you can do.

Besides; you’ve waited long enough for your soulmate as it is. You can wait a little bit longer.

“Just promise me something?” You whisper, putting his hand over your own mark. He nods, all determined and serious. The fierceness of his gaze sends your heart pounding within its cage. You nearly forget how to speak. “...Come back to me. I can’t-... I can’t lose my soulmate after just finding him.”

“Link?” The princess walks in your direction. You hear her quiet and confused voice as if it was miles away. You’re too focused on the will-be-hero in front of you.

“Promise me.” You stress, pressing his hand harder over your heart, over your soulmark.

He nods. “Promise. I wouldn’t ever do that to you.”

Something else clicks in your mind then. Not only had he known who you were to him before you knew who he was to you, he had saved your life. Not once but twice from what would have been an immediate death otherwise.

And then the castle was taken over.

He had no idea what happened to you. Link could have easily assumed that he lost you without ever speaking a word to you. He must have been terrified.

You gulp. The weight of that knowledge sits heavily within your stomach like a lead ball. “Good. I’ll hold you to that. On your honor as a knight of Hyrule.”

“On my honor as your soulmate.” He whispers, pulling your hands away from your chest to press a small kiss to your knuckles. “I swear by this.”

“Oh.” The princess looks awkward suddenly, quickly making herself sparse to no longer intrude on the moment.

Your heart goes out to the young lady, but you can’t fully bring yourself to care too much, too caught up in your own little world at the moment.

“My soulmate…” You smiled at him. “I like that idea.”

“May I-?” He says, fingers deftly moving to fiddle with the he of your sleeve. He takes a moment to breathe before looking you in the eye. “May I see your soulmark?”

You bite your lip, fighting back the blush that threatens to consume you as if your life depended on it. “It’s not on my wrists.”

“...Oh.” He says simply. You can see him poke his cheek from the inside with his tongue before he clicks it softly. “Where is it?”

You smile and take his hand again, putting it back over your heart like you had done earlier. “You’ve always been here.”

Link smiles. Actually smiles at you.

He was breathtaking. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You were blushing all the way down to your chest, no doubt covering and coloring the intricate vining over your skin.

“Always there.” He echoes softly. “Always with you. Never forget it.”

“I have you with me forever.” You reply. “How can I?”

“Link!” Another voice calls, snapping you both out of your trance. Jumping, you turn to the voice, looking at a rather diverse group of people watching you both shamelessly.

“It is time.”

[librarygarten]

Chain x Murica! Reader

Y/N brought a gun to a sword fight. It goes pretty well. Until the boys start asking questions... (I wrote this at 3 AM while high on Nyquil. I don't even know what's happening in this one anymore. Read at your own risk.)

You had fallen into a world of fantasy. Large monsters lurked in abandoned dungeons brimming with treasure. Sword-weilding heroes defeated evil dragons and saved princesses. Honestly, you’re not sure how you’ve survived this long traveling with a band of heroes, apparently gathered from across time and space to face the greatest threat this world has ever encountered.

Knowing your inexperience in battle, they had tried to keep you away from the fighting. But they were occupied now.

You hold your weapon out in front of you, staring down the giant creature that had attacked your group. Some of them called it a Lynel. Whatever it was, it was bad news. Besides the fact that it looked like a nasty lovechild between a lion and a horse, it had already knocked some of the others away with the giant, hammer-like sword it wielded.

You took a deep breath.

The shot rang out in the clearing, the beast suddenly falling to the ground. The sounds of battle were replaced with a still, eerie silence.

Oh, yeah. That was how you survived. #secondammendment, baby!

You lower your pistol, looking around at your companions, most of whom were staring at you, jaws hanging open.

“You guys okay?” You asked, noticing the various scrapes and bruises most of them had.

“Y/N. What in Farore’s name was that?” Warriors stares at the gun in your hand like it’s going to suddenly jump out and bite him.

“Was that a spell?” Hyrule peers curiously at you from where he’s kneeling, his hands glowing as he tries to heal Wild. Knowing Wild, he’d probably missed a backflip during the fight and gotten his ribs shattered. Again.

“Uhh, no? It’s a gun.” You motion to the gun in your hand. “Do you guys not have guns in this world?”

“What’s a gun?” Wind pipes up, suddenly at your elbow. He leans forward, trying to get a better view of your weapon.

“I thought you were a pirate? Don’t pirates have pistols?” You raise an eyebrow at the young boy. He makes a confused face.

“Pirates use swords. And canons,” he explains.

“Then think of this like a small canon. There’s a tiny explosion that shoots a piece of metal super fast.” You trace your finger down the barrel, showing the path of the bullet out of the gun.

“How did you get a canon this small?” Four is suddenly standing at your other elbow, examining the gun with a confused look. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, trying to make sense of the device.

“Beats me, man.” You shrug.

“Wait, how can you not know how your own weapon works?” Legend scoffs, crossing his arms in annoyance. You simply shrug again.

“It’s not like they teach us about it. Heck, schools don’t even let kids pretend to play with guns.” You roll your eyes in annoyance. “When we played cops and robbers on the playground, we got detention for pretending to shoot each other.”

“That doesn’t seem very fair.” Sky furrows his eyebrows. “Swordfighting was practically encouraged at my school.”

“Well, people have used guns for mass shootings. Lots of people died. Teachers are probably worried about kids getting ideas.”

“Doesn’t your kingdom have laws about getting such a device? Surely they wouldn’t let children have a tool that could harm a person so severely.” Time nudges the fallen Lynel with his boot. It remains lifeless on the ground.

“Well, obviously the government has some laws, like minimum age and stuff.” You nod, partially agreeing with Time. “But if they added too many restrictions, that would interfere with Americans’ right to bear arms.”

“Bear arms!?” Wild perks up, suddenly invested in the conversation. It’s clear he’s not thinking the same thing as you.

“The right to own and use guns,” you explain, and he slumps back down, perhaps saddened by the fact you don’t have government-given pet bears.

“So, let me get this straight.” Warriors pinches the bridge of his nose. “Your world has miniature, hand-held canons that can kill a Lynel in one hit and have historically been used to kill large numbers of civilians. And your royalty do little to control these devices?”

“Woah, man.” You gasp, offended. “America doesn’t have a monarchy. We got rid of the king, like, 200 years ago or something.”

“Got rid of…?” Twilight glances between you and the weapon in your hand. “What do you mean?” The rest of the chain share similar looks of horror.

“Ack, what are you looking at me like that for?” You swat the air with your hand, as if shooing away their ideas of regicide. “King What's-his-face lived across the ocean. We just sent him a very nice letter telling him to shove off, then when he sent soldiers to take back control, we fought them.”

“Right. Because that makes it so much better.” Legend rolls his eyes.

“Hey, at least we didn’t do what the French did!” You huff.

“What did they do?” Sky tilts his head, an innocent question. Shoot. Now you regret bringing that up.

“Welllllll…” You trail off. Maybe talking about the creation of democracy and the abolishment of the monarchy was a bad subject to talk about in a group made up of the Knights of Hyrule or whatever they were called.

“What did they do?” He asks, more serious this time.

“Okay, so from what I remember from history class, they just. Killed them all? Like publically executed every royal and court officail that didn’t flee to another country.” You wince as you speak. The boys’ faces go pale.

“Why would you want to get rid of the royalty? Don’t they have the blood of the goddess? And powers?” Wind scratches his head. That’s right, he had grown up without a monarchy controlling his island. But wasn’t he also friends with a long-lost princess? Honestly, these kids had led more interesting lives than could possibly be good for their mental health.

“No?” You furrow your brows. What did he mean by the blood of the goddess? “The king kept taxing random stuff and soldiers kept forcing themselves into people’s homes. I think they also killed a bunch of colonists one time firing-squad style, but I don’t exactly remember.”

“Oh. You had an evil king.” Time nods, as if finally understanding. Then he turns to the rest of the group, “Like Ganondorf.”

Most of the others nod along.

“Who’s that?” You tip your head to the side, confused. The outrage and utter bewilderment on the chain’s faces catches you off guard. They quickly descend into utter chaos.

“WHAT!?” “HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW!!??” “Does the name Ganon ring any bells?” “You know! The GIANT PIG MONSTER.”

You smile nervously. Maybe you should have just tried using one of their swords instead.

[gliphyartfan]

What do you think about the au humans are hylian space orcs?

Aaaa…hmmm

Ah yes I read that~

Four would be both bewildered and captivated by the fact that his best work can’t withstand Reader’s sheer strength. (Also most likely devastated that there is another person other than Wild who destroys weapons)

After watching them break or dent a weapon that took him days to make, he’s immediately on a mission to craft something that can keep up with them.

If given the opportunity, he’d spend hours, maybe even days, experimenting with Hylian metals, Goron ores, and enchanted gemstones, all in an attempt to create a weapon worthy of their power.

Each weapon he hands them is tested rigorously, and each failure only motivates him further. (Cause if it can handle their strength, than Wild can finally have one that won’t break.)

Each of Four’s colors has an opinion on the project too!

Green tries to focus on durability, while Blue insists they need harder materials.

Red wants to add enchantments for safety, and Vio is all about elegance and versatility.

They even argue over who’ll be the one to present Reader with the final weapon (whenever they feel it’s perfect.)

Compared to Hylians, I think along with strength and durability, Reader would have sharper senses, especially smell and sight. (Well sharp for a Hylian, pretty normal for humans)

They could detect subtle hints of smoke, monster musk, or even a change in the wind long before the others notice anything.

The group quickly learn to rely on them, amazed that they can smell monsters at a distance far in advance. (This is good if Reader isn’t one to fight but feels the need to still contribute in some way to the group.)

Their heightened smell would definitely be both a blessing and a curse. While it helps detect enemy movements, strong scents like Goron Spice can be overwhelming. Reader often comments on how powerful some Hylian food and potions smell, much to the Chain’s amusement.

Many monsters would find Reader intimidating. While some enemies are too mindless to notice their differences, others sense Reader’s uncanny strength and primal aura.

Think about it! Strong, intimidating monsters like Hinoxes and Lynels would seem to respect them in a strange way, viewing them as strong enough to leave them alone (not strong enough to beat them but just strong enough that Reader could pass through their territory without anything other than being eyed by the beasts.)

Stalfos and other undead creatures could be particularly wary; maybe they almost sense that Reader’s bones are different, somehow denser and harder to break, and they find Reader’s resilience unsettling. (But in general Stalfos and undead don’t really think so they probably are part of the mindless pile)

But if they did think, they’d most likely be frightened by Reader. Seeing Reader throw one of their own in a moment of frustration or lift a broken weapon sends them into a panic. (But probably not)

Time would both irritated and fascinated when (y/n) steps in to protect him. It messes with his self-assigned role as the group’s guardian, and he’s unused to the idea of someone else shielding him.

Initially, he tries to brush it off or even scold Reader for stepping in, but when he realizes how capable they are, he probably feels a strange sense of amazement(and a little embarrassment).

Over time, he probably grows to trust their strength and finds himself relying on them almost reluctantly, (but quietly respecting them for it.)

Warriors at first, would be annoyed when (y/n) jumps in to protect him.

He’s used to being the captain and doesn’t want Reader risking themselves on his behalf.

But after seeing their strength in action, he’s deeply impressed (and a little possessive). He’s soon insisting they train together, hoping he can learn from their unique approach to combat and maybe teach them some of his own techniques. (That depends on if Readee uses a sword of any weapons Warriors is familiar with)

He views them as a powerful asset to the team, and while he admires their independence, he can’t help but feel a little territorial when Reader fights for him. (As he should.)

Wind is completely in awe of Readsr, seeing them as a heroic figure straight out of a legend.

He loves to hear their stories of Earth and insists they teach him to swim against strong currents. (Maybe he’ll finally last longer than several moments)

Reader’s strength make him want to be better, and he’s soon clinging to them for advice and guidance on everything from combat to survival. He’d bring her little souvenirs he finds, hoping to impress her.

But he DOES get a bit envious of their strength. Wind does occasionally feel like the little brother of the group, can get a little insecure them her handle monsters with ease. He’ll go out of his way to show off in front of them, trying to prove he’s just as tough, even if he sometimes bites off more than he can chew.

Hyrule would be fascinated by their physical resilience, and he’s constantly asking questions about human culture, Reader’s world’s monsters, and even their sense of smell. He’s especially amazed by what types of food they eat that he knows would make him deathly ill, and that always leaves him reeling.

Whenever they’re around, he’s watching her intently, absorbing every detail he can to better understand her.

Despite their strength, Hyrule can’t help but feel a deep protectiveness for them. He sees their slower healing as a vulnerability and insists on caring for their wounds and ailments whenever they appear.

He views it as his personal responsibility to make sure Reader’s safe, even though they can obviously handle themselves.

Wild is both amazed and a little intimidated by them (mark him down as scared and horny). He’s never met anyone who could eat the wildest Hyrule dishes without complaint, and he admires their adventurous spirit. They form an immediate bond, exchanging survival techniques and constantly pushing each other to new limits.

The two of them often find themselves in playful competitions, seeing who can handle the spiciest foods, carry the heaviest pack, or endure the most extreme conditions. (Reader tends to Win the strength contests)

Wild sees them as a kindred spirit, though he’s always secretly hoping to impress them.

Legend is equal parts fascinated and annoyed by their strength. He’s used to being the seasoned hero, and watching them take on monsters with brute force is both impressive and a little insulting. Still, he’s curious about Reader, even if he’d never admit it.

Though he’d roll his eyes at their antics, Legend keeps a close eye on them, never quite able to shake the sense that they’re different.

If Reader picks Twilight up, whether in Hylian or wolf form. He’d freeze, mortified and embarrassed by the gesture, but over time, he becomes completely enamored with the way they so casually carries for him (he’s used to carrying, not being carried and he’s learning why people like it so much), and he finds himself eager for their attention, even if he’d never admit it.

Twilight can’t shake his instincts to shield them from harm though. He’s constantly watching their back and getting defensive when others approach Reader, feeling deeply possessive over them.

Sky wouod be enchanted by Reader from the beginning. Their strength and resilience remind him of a knight’s bravery, and he respects Reader to the point of awe sometimes.

He’s constantly seeking reasons to spar or train with them, trying to absorb as much of their human technique as he can. Definitely asks them to nap with him, definitely loves when Reader picks him up and carries him when he’s still sleeping.)

Sky would be deeply curious about Reader’s world’s monsters, (or lack of) and he’d always be asking questions about Earth.

[vioshortforviolence]

So a post I reblogged about no Dark Link in TotK being a missed opportunity got me thinking about how he could've been implemented:

You could find one of those journals in one of the Yiga outposts in the Depths talking about him. Here's how I think it could read:

Spotted the Hero in the Depths today. I attempted to approach while disguised as a member of the Zonai Survey Team.

Next Page

Bad idea. I was attacked immediately and viciously without hesitation. I barely escaped with my life!

Next Page

That... was not the Hero.

Next Page

Was that the Hero's Shadow spoken of in the old legends? It is said the Shadow would mirror the Hero's appearance and fighting skills... I believe it after that encounter.

Next Page

ATTENTION YIGA CLAN MEMBERS: If you spot this figure during your patrols, DO NOT APPROACH. This 'Shadow' will viciously attack anything and anyone that dares get near, even the Yiga Clan.

Next Page

Beware the Hero's Shadow.

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Glory to Master Kohga.

End

Dark Link would be patrolling the Depths, and upon spotting you, he will chase you down and attack, similar to the Gloom Hands. But unlike the Gloom Hands, you cannot escape by climbing to high ground and waiting for him to vanish. He will simply teleport up to you.

You can either deal enough damage to him, which will make him leave and reappear elsewhere in the Depths (like how the Yiga flee when defeated), or you can teleport far enough away so he loses track of you. Thankfully, he will not follow you to the Surface.

If he spots you while you're wearing the Dark Link outfit, he will be temporarily confused, giving you very limited time to run away or hide before he figures it out and starts attacking you. Similar to the Lynel Mask.

Also while you're wearing the Dark Link outfit, the Yiga will not ambush you, because they think you're the Hero's Shadow.

Dark Link's number of hearts will match that of the player's, just like in OoT. The stronger you get, the stronger he gets too.

He would also have the smartest enemy AI in the game, besides Ganondorf himself:

He dodges any thrown items or arrows shot at him, which means he cannot be cheesed with bombs. He will simply hop out of the blast radius before it lands. You must fight him in close melee combat.

He will mirror your strikes perfectly if you fight him with a one-handed sword and shield. However, he only wields a sword and shield, meaning you can attack him more easily with a different weapon, like... oh I don't know... a two-handed hammer? 😉

I'm not entirely sure what he'd drop upon defeat... Maybe his sword and shield?

Anyway, those are my thoughts. I'd love to hear other ideas :)

(EDIT: Added more stuff in a reblog!)

[the-moon-files]

so... my interpretation of guide!reader may be vastly different from others but with my vast assimilation of yours and others content, this is my variation of the one I like envisioning involving concepts such as yours (Humans are NOT Hylians and Guide!Reader) so this is my official start to the ramblings *DEEP INHALE*

when I read the post about reader losing their sord and just punching the monsters and it is working along with the other links being amazed

I imagine that because of the fact that hylian's are so light that they didn't put that much into the growth of physical arts

they can punch and kick fine but that's more so used for scraps agents one another, rather than in fights against monsters

hylian's don't have enough strength or weight to have it be worth it on the battlefield

its much more worth their time and energy to learn things like swordsmanship or artery, and be nimble

but guide dose have: the muscle, weight, durability and training necessary for such a strategy to be worth it

It would be more effective for the reader to use the Muay Thai and Taekwondo they worked so hard on instead of learning something new

_*looking respectfully

I can imagine that this levees them beater of physically than most (*cough* me *cough*)

leveeing them much more prepared

along with giving them a lot more... muscle...

Link's(-wind):... please crush me between your thighs

Guide!Reader: what?

Link's(-wind): what.

I know that it has been said that reader is shorter than time, but I personally like them slightly bigger than time

you know... forehead kissing rang

so it's only slightly less awkward to pick them up

I think their deep honey like voice could be compared to their slightly dark honey-colored eyes

someone like legend would appreciate how their eyes turn golden in the sun light, shining like no ring on his finger

Hyrule loves how they feel different from the cold sweetness of sugar water, instead they feel like rich honey and warm cinnamene

wild remembers them as there very first true companion and comfort

to wars, an immovable force, never leveeing their side

that's all I have fore now, but be warned...

I'll be back!

and I'm putting them in a dress (:<

AHH SORRY FOR LATE REPLY U HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IVE BEEN HOGGING THIS TO MYSELF

Martial arts reader/Mc my beloved <333

U sent in ART TOO??!!!! 😭🙏

i love stuff like this sm ur style is so 😳💌💘💝💖💓💞💕❤️‍🔥🙈

The bit abt hylians not needing as much/making intricate martial arts/making their body be the weapon is so peak worldbuilding, if i had an official stamp to say smth is canon in my little HaNH AU (Humans are Not Hylians) i would stamp this 10x over

Acc u know what one sec

Since u made art, have some shitty meme art in return

LMAO its shitty but i hope u know it is the biggest support i can give you, like GOD the ART i keep coming back and Also. Looking Respectfully.

And this is the biggest thank you i could give for sharing this w/me!!

Ok spam headcanons?? Sorta

CONTENT WARNINGS: MILDLY SUGGESTIVE? CONTENT, 16+/18+ MATURER AUDIENCES RECOMMENDED.

COULD YOU IMAGINEEEEE

How the Hylians view Wrestling.

Like, your knuckles/elbows/knees (the parts where thers not as much fat to protect) start to bleed punching armored monsters/arms get tired and you just-

Wrap ur legs around a lynels neck and spin around their neck, using your body weight to drag and lay that bitch Out.

(This is a Real Martial Arts move Ive fucking seen a gif of hold on i NEED to find it- FUCK i cant find it but try youtube and see if yall can find it, its So Real i promise, it was on tumblr at one point)

Who's swooning? Not all 8 Links, nope-

Links, externally (+Wind genuinely): Hahaha, u can crush a watermelow open between ur thighs?? Omg thats so cool- !! 😃

Links, internally (-wind): omfTRIPLEGODDESSES- DID U SEE THAT?? IT WASNT JUST ME RIGHT??? SO WE ALL LOWKEY WANNA,, RIGHT??? 🙊😶🙈😳😳😳(Making eye contact w/each other and communicating this silently, everyone going super red/turning away/ears twitching)

Wind makes you do like another 4 watermelons bc its genuinely so impressive to him (does he think its hilarious to watch the others get all embarassed? Hell yeah- what else are little brothers supposed to do??)

Okay but OG asker/Snack Eater DID NOT emphasize how insane a Muay Thai fighter in HaNH AU would go???

If u dont know, Muay Thai is DEADLY-DEADLY kinda martial arts, like it has been considered assault with a deadly weapon before i think/been banned a lot of other fighting places outside its country of origin? I think its Thailand?

Anyway Thailand is fucking crazy for not having a higher rate of murders acredited to this martial art, bc guys, they use Elbows and Knees in their moves.

Like. That's banned/outright no moves created/or at least taught, a lot of the time in other martial arts from diff places.

Like that kills people. So easily. 😃

Like, the Chain already knows ur deadly, but when u reveal (having done the Honorable/Give Them A Fair Chance Thing) and not used Elbows or Knees yet, only to get into the harder enemies like boss fights and suddenly get real close (!!! What are you doing Guide Back Up-!!)

And whip out an elbow, crack the motherfucker straight in the head, and watch the thing immediately flatline right before their eyes??

Its like seeing a biblically accurate angel descend.

Like their in awe, but also scared? But its also like feeding into the awe?? Jaws have dropped.

U tell them that Elbows and Knees are even banned back home, and every single Link is like "Understandable. Obviously. But also, oh my goddess?? A move even the Humans banned?? Bc its so deadly???"

Wind: "..."

Wind: "...hey. Can you kill Gods? ...Can you kill Ganon?"

(The entire Chain goes silent in shock before exploding into Exsistential Crisis Mode, it takes Time/Wars like 5 minutes to recover from this information/experience enough to get up and calm everyone down lmao)

ALSO???

On a completely diff note-

Shorted Links, Taller Guide Reader my beloved?? <<<3333

Oh i def been leaning towards some Links are taller bc i think the imagery of you picking them up easily is funny (what can i say I live to embarass/try and fluster Time/Twi)

But you being taller?? Sign me tf up babe I have NOTHING against that, and am ALL for it????

Like u go thru a triangle portal/wake up from playing Loz and the Links are all shorter than you?? blessings rain down upon us like????

Twi/Time/Wars (who i headcanon as the tallest Links, in that order, along with Sky when he stops slouching lol)

And for Twilight to just be forehead kissing height?!

(He might've realized he's got a thing for lowkey feeling like worshipping ppl taller than him, bc other than the few humans who did live in Ordon, he was the tallest Hylian)

Time adores looking up at you, like u swear you saw his ears flapping a little

Wars is just,, 😀😳👉👈🥺 h-hey

Like flirting is infinitely harder when theyre a head taller than you, the poor Captain has found

(Yknow bc im personally 5"3, or abt 160cm, i think itd be even funnier if no matter what height you are, ur still taller than the tallest Hylians LMAO, Four our here actually being 3-4 ft tall like hobbits lol)

Omg (i know, i PROMISE, i KNOW) that its not canon at all, but i think itd be funny if the hylians most common hair color was blonde/most common eyecolor was blue/green,

And its rarer for ppl to have brown eyes/dark hair

Like the opposite of a lot of American beauty standards, ur seen at the Y/N, the main character for having darker features

(Lowkey inlcuding skin tone bc, and this is canon, have u seen the skin tone diversity historically for Loz games lmao 😅)

Ok im done sorry for rambling

Thanks again for this!!

___ TW: Hurricane Helene talk below ____

Fair Warning: I WILL NOT be tolerating any condescending/hateful or otherwise negative responses about the effects of Hurricane Helene.

People have died. Myself/my friends/my family/my coworkers have been affected. Be respectful.

You will be blocked/possibly reported for hate speech.

This was like Hurricane Katrina for us, because these areas were NOT prepared for hurricanes.

Those most affected are Mountain communities, we're supposed to have more mild weather, and the last time this happened according to older locals was decades ago, if then.

...

Hey!! If u read my tags of my last reblog, im doing better, we got back to town and realized our powers back on, and then the next day luckily our water was back on too

(its not drinkable but at least we can flush the toliet/shower 😭)

Luckily too by this point the water distribution/rescue crews are here,

DUDE. We were/are so fucked Biden came to look at us 😃

Im personally still on the lookout for missing ppl (my coworker has missing family in the town nearby and in telling my friend over there to spread the word)

And cellular service is back up, but they may jut be bc they brought in temporary towers/Tmobile is giving out free service for everyone too

Its slow going still, all these developments are taking days to achieve if u cant tell

And no pressure, esp if u dont have the spare money,

But if you could donate to help my city/the cities nearby who are still very isolated bc theyre smaller, along with helping our homeless people who no doubt are worse off, thatd mean to world to me/all of us!! <3

Here's some links for that, even if its just tip money/money for a coffee, anything helps!

https://pay.payitgov.com/ncdonations

https://crowdfund.charlotte.edu/project/44126

https://www.chabadasheville.org/templates/section_cdo/aid/6606696/jewish/Hurricane-Helene-Relief.htm

Thanks for reading, and blessed be those still in need of rescue, from human to animals, and to those who have passed.

May those you left behind find peace.

<3

Peact out,

🌙

[bellarkeselection]

When Dutton's Marry, They Go Big

Request from wattpad mackleann - Kayce and the reader come back from their honeymoon and the bunkhouse crew talk about how amazing the wedding was ( huge wedding 😏 )

"There's nothing that says we have to go back today. We could just stay out here." Kayce had his arms wrapped around me from behind while I was trying to put my shirt on.

Kayce and I had recently got married a few weeks ago. And we had been spending our honeymoon here at the Dutton Summer Camp. I giggled trying to not cave into his embrace when he kissed my neck. “Kayce, we have to go back to work.”

“Your mother doesn’t need you for another week right?” He mumbled into my neck until I spun around in his arms.

My mother Lynelle Perry was going to be stepping down and leaving Montana in the coming weeks since she got a higher job in government. Kayce’s father John was taking over her position as governor of the state. “No, she's busy helping your father. But I want to spend time with her before she leaves.”

“One more day won’t hurt anybody, darling.” Kayce leaned down, capturing my lips deeply.

I squealed when he got the chance to pick me up by my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Kayce!” He carried me over to the edge of the bed sitting me down on it where we both fell backwards on the mattress.

“By the way you're looking at me right now I can tell that you’re not complaining too much.” Kayce smirked down at me only wearing some blue jeans and his boots that he kicked off.

Running my hands up his chest I wrapped my hands down his neck drawing him in for another long round of the morning. “Who I am kidding you’re hard to resist, Dutton.”

“So are you Mrs. Dutton.” He mumbled in between kisses and we laid in the bedsheets together till the next morning when we had to get back to the ranch.

Kayce drove the truck up underneath the Yellowstone Dutton ranch sign. We parked outside the main house where I turned in my seat facing him. “You know we could always hide out in the bunkhouse till the cowboys are done with work for the day.” A smirk was playing off my lips.

“I like the way you think, baby.” He smiled hoping out of his seat and I scrambled to get my door open. Kayce scopped me up before my feet could even hit the ground, carrying me to the bunkhouse door.

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck and he kicked the door opened. He sat me down on the nearest bed beginning to remove my shirt until someone else's voice entered the building. “You two look just like you did the day you got married.”

“Ryan! What the hell are you doing here?” Kayce broke the kiss, breaking the kiss that we was sharing seeing the cowboy standing at the edge of the bed.

Ryan raised a brow. “I should be asking, are you going to sleep on my bed right now?”

“Oh god! We didn’t mean for that to happen.” Covering my face with my hands I groaned feeling somewhat embarrassed at the very thought of what we we’re about to do before he walked in. “Wait what did you mean we are just like how we were on our wedding day?”

Ryan chuckled with a smile. “Your wedding was huge and I don’t mean it’s just because of who your mother is. But I also mean weddings and other big events don’t really happen here.”

“Ryan, Rip says we have to move more cattle across the ranch before Gator starts dinner. What….what are you talking to these two about?” Colby enters the barn seeing the three of us talking.

Ryan turns toward his fellow cowboy working. “I was talking about their wedding.”

“Ah yeah. I remember that day. That was the biggest amount of people I had ever seen here before. And the food spread was insane.” Colby throws his head back, running his fingers through his black curly locks.

Thinking back on my wedding day I smiled at the memory. Kayce had been dressed in a light white dress shirt, black tie and his only pair of not dirty blue jeans and some boots. I was wearing my dress obviously that had lace all over the train. I had put some of my hair up with a flower crown braid leaving the rest of it down going down my back. Paring it with my light tan cowgirl boots instead of heels. “I didn’t think you guys were so focused on our wedding. We weren’t even that focused on the details after we got to the ceremony and said the words "I Do.”

“Okay we’ll y’all should get out of here before Rip comes and kick your asses or better yet I’ll kick your asses if you tell anyone else we are back yet.” Kayce threatened sitting down on the bed beside me glaring at the two cowboys who were still standing in the bunkhouse doorway.

Ryan raised his hand up in the air. “Chill out man. We’re going.”

“Who knew married Dutton’s could be more demanding than they already were before.” Colby mumbled exiting the bunkhouse with his fellow cowboy.

Kayce ran a hand through his hair looking back at me. “Are you reconsidering coming back home early like I knew I would?”

“Possibly….do ya think we could sneak back to the truck without them noticing?” I asked him, grabbing his discarded cowboy hat up from the dirty floor putting it on my head after dusting it off.

Kayce smirked the same expression as me. He moved forward, capturing his lips with mine. “You are a genius. But we could just drive back to the Summer Camp for a few more days.”

“Fine Mr. Dutton you win.” I caved knowing he wouldn't leave me alone until I agreed. We grabbed our jackets and ran as fast as possible to his truck in the driveway. I knew the day I said yes I was in for one hell of a ride changing my last name to Dutton and I wouldn't change one thing.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[tearsofmydeadhorse]

how I think different members of the chain would sneeze because I’ve fully lost my mind

wild:

before the calamity, he was one of those people who suppress their sneezes, mainly so that he could stay silent. anyone who saw him sneeze would hear a small sound and see him violently jerk with the force of the sneeze, and that was just it.

post-calamity, though, he fully embraces his loud sneezing. rumor has it his sneeze is louder than the roar of a lynel, and flora once joked that he could defeat ganon by the sheer force of it. the chain hates it. every single one of them is put on edge by loud noises, so every time wild sneezes all eight of them have a flash of panic as they all reach for their weapons before they realize, ah. everything is fine. wild just got some dust in his nose.

they all hate it, but they don’t try and tell him to be quiet. he’s an unstoppable force that will not be silenced again

wind:

he screams “ACHOO” with every sneeze. he’s competing with wild to see who can do it the loudest, but so far wild’s still winning. wind’s isn’t a scary as wild’s is, because while wild’s is sudden and ear-shattering, everybody within a ten mile radius knows when wind’s about to sneeze because of the fact he goes “ah-ah-ah—ACHOOO” every time it happens. he does it on purpose because he thinks it’s funny, and is currently running in first place on the Most Obnoxious Sneeze list. he takes pride in his position.

time:

time is third on the Most Obnoxious Sneeze list, after wild and wind. he’s got one of those loud dad sneezes, and every time it happens he groans as if he’s shattered all his bones and says something along the lines of, “that was a doozy.” if he sneezes multiple times in one day he’ll start counting them, and every time he goes, “unbelievable. fourth sneeze of the day!” there are multiple groans from the chain. everyone thinks that’s just How He Is, but in reality he’s just being a little shit and takes great amusement in the fact they all think he’s some old man.

when they get to time’s hyrule, malon plays along, acting as if it’s just time’s old age catching up to him. in private, however, the both of them are in hysterics at how seriously the entire chain believes it all. they’re both little shits. will the chain ever know?

four:

he’s one of those people who sneezes about fifty times in one breath. the number of tiny, quick sneezes depends, but they’re always in intervals of four. sometimes it’s four sneezes at once. sometimes it’s eight. sometimes it’s sixteen. the chain’s impressed and a little concerned, and at one point legend makes a comment about how it sounds like he’s multiple people sneezing at once. four just laughs it off (perhaps a little too hard?).

legend:

bunny sneeze. that’s all. he’s got the tiniest, and quite honestly the cutest sneeze out of all of the chain. for the longest time he tried to hide it, because he knew exactly how they’d all react, but alas, one day it was a little too dusty in one of hyrule’s caves, and it had to happen eventually.

obviously the entire chain had to comment about it (read: make fun), and it only stopped when legend’s face became as pink as his hair. wind made some comment about how he was grateful legend wasn’t an annoying sneezer like the trio currently battling for the title of Most Obnoxious Sneeze, which resulted in a large argument about who was truly worthy for the title, which changed the topic quickly.

and if there are still a couple of muffled laughs every time legend sneezes, he guesses it is kind of funny. but only kind of.

sky:

he legitimately just sounds like he’s coughing. wheezing, even. nobody knows whether or not to say “bless you,” because they don’t know if he’s sneezed or if he’s just got something in his throat. sky thinks it’s funny and will say “no ‘bless you’?” after he coughs sometimes, just to be a little shit and confuse them. they all hate it, because how are they supposed to be polite if sky calls every sneeze a cough and every cough a sneeze?! sky thrives off of their distress. he is the original link, after all—where do you think the others got it from?

hyrule:

they have never heard him sneeze once in his life. he’s so incredibly quiet with it that everyone thoroughly believes he just can’t sneeze. maybe it’s a fairy thing, who knows, they don’t want to be rude! in reality he just needs to be quiet to survive in his hyrule, so his sneezes are a lot less earth-shaking then some of his brothers’ sneezes (hint, hint). still, he doesn’t correct their assumptions. they can handle a little mystery solving, can’t they? plus, he’s a little curious to see how long it will take for them to find out the truth. and seeing them tiptoe around it is a little amusing, too. maybe he’ll even start giving them false clues—would they believe him if he said that fairies didn’t breathe through their noses? that fairies don’t sneeze because they use their wings to breathe?

yes. every link is a little shit, in case you couldn’t tell. hyrule is no exception.

twilight:

sneezes like a dog. sometimes it just sounds like he’s hacking. his head shakes like a dog’s when he sneezes, too, and he is 100% made fun of for it. “did the ghost of that wolf pelt possess you, rancher?” “been spending too much time around wolfie?” post-wolfie reveal it makes a lot more sense to the chain, but pre-wolfie reveal it’s the funniest thing ever. he’ll sneeze when something’s too strong-smelling or at random moments when sneezing really doesn’t make any sense, and he’s been given the title of “awkward sneezer” because it always happens at the worst time. it’s happened mid-battle before—but really, who can blame him? wild’s bokoblins were putting WAY too much seasoning on their food!

warriors:

his sneeze is normal. too normal. so remarkably normal that the rest of the chain are determined to find out how he does it. what does he mean, that’s just how his sneeze has always been? it isn’t too loud? too quiet? too canine or feline or any other type of -ine? is he really sure he’s a link, if his sneeze doesn’t sound like something even ganon would fear? he has a sneeze, it’s just so…basic.

warriors just shrugs and says that maybe he’s the only normal one among them. out of all nine, maybe he’s the only sane one. the chain knows this isn’t true.

what they don’t know, however, is that warriors is a master of deception, and that he goes to sleep at night with a smile on his face at the knowledge that the chain will never, ever know his secret…

his sneeze is louder than wild’s.

[asktheritochampion]

Psst, Rahlin. Teba said Ravioli has a new diary with some pretty endeering entrys. Hit us up on the sly?

[Text]

Sometimes it feels as though each of the other Champions has settled into their new lives in this futuristic world so much more effectively than I, and it leaves me feeling…inadequate. I’m unsure why I am having such a difficult time assimilating. I should surely feel thankful for this miracle second chance at life; however I often find myself so overcome with grief and sorrow that I cannot lift myself from my hammock. Isn’t that pathetic? I am supposed to be the Rito Champion. The people of this age look up to me. I must make a good impression, and lazing around in bed simply isn’t good enough.

It seems terribly childish to admit; but I miss my home. I miss my possessions. I miss the warriors I grew up with and trained besides. Perhaps I never had the type of relationships most people would consider friendships, however there is comfort in familiarity. I simply cannot stop thinking of all the people I have left behind. Nothing but dust in the ground now.

Did anybody mourn me as I am mourning them? I do not have a grave. I suppose they never recovered my body.

Things are not all doom and gloom despite my pitiful mood, however.

I have been staying temporarily with the newly appointed Village Elder and his family until a space opens up in the Village for me to reclaim my own roost. Its strange, but I feel like I have met him before, in the strange tangle of my memories of the Calamity. He is a fine warrior with impressive skills, I suspect he could almost match me in archery actually. Almost.

The family behaves as if I have lived with them all my life. I expected to feel frustrated being in such close quarters with such social people; however I am finding myself increasingly endeared by them. The wife, Saki, insists that I join them for meals every day, and admittedly it has been useful in forcing me out of my periods of wallowing. Her cooking is pleasant. The child, Tulin, seems to have some control over the wind such as I do. Even if he is just a boy, it has been fascinating to share conversation with him about it, I look forward to taking him on as an apprentice and teach him everything I know.

Perhaps things will be okay once I’ve had a little more time to adjust.

--

Yesterday I visited Zora’s Domain. It certainly has changed in the past hundred years – however perhaps not as much as Rito Village has. It was pleasant to see some familiar faces, even if many of them are now far older than they were during the Calamity.

Mipha requested my aid in fighting a Lynel on Ploymus Mountain. I suspect she only asked because she has some wayward concern for my wellbeing being the only one of us revived without a living family, considering the fact that she is perfectly capable of tackling such a foe alone. Regardless, she did invite me to join her for dinner afterwards, which is always a pleasant affair. I do enjoy Zora cuisine, and Mipha had many interesting stories to share. Her tiny brother is enormous now, it’s bizarre to see.

To avoid flying in the dark I stayed the night, and the two of us stayed up late consuming an unhealthy amount of sugary foods and taking turns reading aloud from a frankly hysterical Zora romance novel that seemed as if it had been written by someone with no concept of anatomy, and laughing until we felt unwell. It was…nice. It reminded me of old times.

Last night was the first time since awaking that I havn’t dreamt of Windblight.

Perhaps I could visit the Domain more often. In case they need my aid again.

--

There was a ceremony at the Castle this evening to honour the Champions of old by the sides of the ‘Sages’ who fought in the second coming of the Calamity. I’ve never enjoyed the pomp and grandeur of these types of events.

Admittedly I had intended not to attend initially. My reasoning to Teba had been that I was simply too busy for such unnecessary affairs, however in truth I…feel like a failure. How mortifying it seems to have failed my one task in aiding to stop the Calamity, and for a ten year old child to accomplish everything that I couldn’t a hundred years on.

Tulin is a good kid, I feel nothing but pride for his achievements. I simply feel such a deep sense of shame over it all. The very idea of standing in front of the entirety of Hyrule, all of the people I let down – it left me feeling sick to my stomach.

Teba had insisted I attend, if not to join in with the celebration then at least to support Tulin, and eventually I gave in. I’m glad I did.

Pointless as the ceremony was, it was pleasant to see the other Champions again. I do not visit them as often as I should; though I have been making an effort to send more missives. Furthermore, while it was an uncomfortable experience as expected; Tulin did appear to have a wonderful time of it, and it was pleasant to see the boy receive the praise he deserves for all of his hard work.

The Princess invited us to stay the night at the castle. Well, I suppose she is the Queen, now, though it seems strange to think of her as such. I spent most of the evening training in the royal gardens with Urbosa, and it was refreshing to be challenged again.

Before retiring to bed, I passed by Zelda in the royal library and we shared a nice discussion about the works of Frequius Edgal. I always enjoy hearing her enthuse about books; she used to be so crippled by stress before the Calamity and it seems as though now we are finally seeing her true face. She has invited me back to join her in a few weeks’ time to discuss another few tomes in a sort of book club; apparently Daruk shall be there too – though I never took the pebble brain for much of a reader.

--

My archery skills are still far superior to those of anyone in the Village, even a hundred years on it seems. While Teba’s skills are impressive, the old man is still too slow to quite match my unbeatable heights. Yet, I still yearn to become better.

Today I paid Daruk a visit in Goron City. The heat there does not agree with me; even when covering every feather on my body in bottles and bottles of fire proof elixir. However it was enjoyable to spend a day training in a different environment.

Daruk challenged me to some Goron tradition called a ‘gut check challenge’, which thankfully did not involve eating rocks, but rather climbing up a sheer cliff face on a time limit. Rito aren’t really built to climb, however I have never been one to back down from a challenge.

I failed miserably. Slipped and fell about seven times, definitely bruised a few ribs and twisted my ankle, and by the time I made it to the top I had passed the time limit by a number of hours. I was practically the laughing stock of half of Goron City.

Perhaps it should have been a humiliating experience, however instead I found it a delightful thrill. Something about Daruk’s positive attitude about everything makes it rather difficult to feel ashamed, and despite my utter failure to excel at his challenge, he did nothing but rejoice over my making it to the top in the end after so many attempts, commending my determination and bravery. I left feeling almost rather proud of myself – which is utterly ridiculous; I don’t know how he did that.

I intend to practise climbing over the next few weeks in the privacy of the Hebra mountains and then come back to give his challenge another try. The look on his face when I show up and beat every Goron in the City’s time with my superior skills shall be wonderful.

I havn’t had a panic attack in two weeks now. I think the medicine Saki gave me is helping. I’ve been eating more regularly again too.

--

Link came to visit the Village again this week to assist with setting up for the winter festival, I think Teba requested it of him. The helpful little brat can never turn down the opportunity to help someone.

I can’t seem to stop myself from spitting insults into the boys face at every opportunity I get. At first it had been from a place of indignation and frustration over his silence and refusal to recognise my skills; however as we’ve gotten to know one another I no longer hold that same sense of anger towards him. If anything, I almost rather enjoy his company these days. The knight is an excellent listener, and a worthy challenger to battle. I don’t know why I feel so compelled to treat him with malice.

There is a possibility I am perhaps experiencing something akin to a schoolboy crush. How mortifying. Perhaps my frustration is coming from a place of knowing the obnoxious little hero is in the eye of both the Princess of Zora’s Domain and the new Queen of Hyrule. Inevitably, he’ll end up a king some way or another, and that thought pains me. I hate that I can’t stop thinking about the ridiculous blond runt. I hate that there is no conceivable timeline in which he even graces a single thought in his oversized head on me; a Rito with no political standing whatsoever who failed at his one task in the Calamity.

Perhaps I bully him because I’m so desperate for him to believe I am still worthy of his attention. It seems so utterly below me.

I am attempting to be better about this. Tonight, I refrained from calling him a disgusting glutton when he had a third portion of Saki’s cooking. I informed him that his hair wasn’t a complete mess while we were preparing for bed. I even offered him a space in my hammock when he complained of the chill of the night air. None of these things come very naturally to me, but I am trying. The fool doesn’t deserve to be insulted due to my own insecurities.

Tomorrow morning I am to join him in an activity he called ‘shield surfing’. For tonight, I am allowing him to sleep beneath my wing. He is very pretty when he sleeps. Perhaps with some practise, I’ll be able to tell him that someday.

--

I got into another fight with Teba.

Sometimes I think I miss the Calamity, but I suspect what I really miss is the person I was back then. I tell myself that I was brave, flawless, near unstoppable. Retrospectively; perhaps I was merely naive and what I really miss is truly believing that I could do anything.

I was displaying my impeccable flight and shooting skills for the fledglings the other day and messed up my ascent. I doubt anyone even noticed in truth, I managed to catch myself after being thrown by the updrafts pull and the fledglings seemed to think it was part of the performance. Still, it mortified me that I could make such a pathetic mistake even after all of these years. Sometimes it feels as though no matter how much I refine my skills, I shall simply never be good enough.

As it happens, Teba had been watching from near by and later on attempted to commend me on my flight skills, even going as far as saying he was proud of me for everything I have managed to accomplish at such a young age. Perhaps I was still frustrated with myself because I took his compliment with great offence and practically tore the man a new one, spitting insults at him for daring to patronise me.

After several minutes of a back and forth lashing with the man, I began to feel that familiar tug of panic in my chest again and retreated to Medoh. This time I stayed with her for days. Something about her silent company seems to soothe my frantic mind, and I appreciate her lack of judgement over my episodes of patheticness.

The funny thing is, deep down I know the Elder’s compliments had come from a genuine place, and I believe a part of me so desperately wanted to believe them. I don’t believe anyone has ever told me that they were proud of me before, and patronising as it might seem, a childish part of me deep inside yearns for it. My lashing out at him comes from my own insecurities; I simply feel as though I don’t deserve his pride. I havn’t earned it yet. I still need to be better.

When I returned to the Village, Teba apologised for patronising me, and I apologised for calling him a worthless, pathetic failure of a warrior with two left feet and a fledgling level of skill with a bow. It seemed a mutual affair of forgiveness and moving on, however I have continued to feel guilt over my outburst.

For all my vocabulary exceeds most in size; sometimes I find words…difficult. I made him a new quiver for his arrows since his old one was a tattered mess, and left it with his things. I hope that is enough to convey my remorse.

These people are the closest thing I have to family or friends in the Village in this day and age. Why can’t I stop pushing people away the moment they get too close?

[mirensiart]

I feel like if Wild was left in charge of the younger ones, things would be a lot worse and they would definitely get into more dangerous shenanigans.

wild is fun and he's also protective of the little ones but he is NOT responsible lol he keeps forgetting about the curse and how if he gets hurt the others hurt too lol

like hyrule's first instinct in this case is to run with both kids and get them all somewhere safe away from the lynel -> responsible rulie, yay!

wild's first instinct would be to use himself as bait while he yeets both kids out of harms way and fight the lynel head on despite having a migraine and not being at a 100%-> self sacrificing irresponsible wild, no!