#lerikwrites

[lerikwrites]

I read @breannasfluff gift fic for @dark-angel-of-muses and found her Seelies and Selkies AU and soft succubus Ravio has not left my brain ever since. Legend is very much enjoying smooshing his face into the soft tummy of his partner

they are iN LOVE

and it's cute

and I love them so much

[layraket]

good vibes be upon ye ✨

Every time I see your art I smile <3

LERIIIK! glad to make u smile :D if you smile i shall smile too

[wanderlustmagician]

:0! it you!

It me! :O

[lerikwrites]

A treasure chest with another map inside it. It leads back to where they found the first map but two feet to the East. Inside is a note that says "haha get rekt"

A little lean-to in the woods that's clearly a child's favorite place to play. There's a little pile of "treasure" (silly things like a funny-shaped stick, a red bottle, and a corn husk doll) that the child has poorly hidden under some leaves. The boys decide to leave some "treasures" from their own inventory for the kid to find when he comes back. Hyrule leaves something extra valuable in case the lean-to belongs to another fae instead of a child.

A whole lynel cub. What do they do with it? Where's the mom? "No Wild, we cannot keep it." "But what if he's on our side?" "Legend, no." "Yeah! What if he's on our side!" "Hyrule, I swear to Hylia-"

It leads them to a foggy forest. They cannot see more than two feet in front of them. They hear another group of travelers up ahead. They call out to them and they call back. The voices sound eerily familiar, but not quite right. The chain approaches the other group to assist them, thinking they are lost and offering help. When they get close enough they see nine travelers approach. It's them. But not. quite. right.

A portal to Ravio's childhood home. It's empty of any tenants, but still contains old belongings and remnants of a life left behind. Legend steals a journal containing embarrassing stories of a baby Ravio to take home and tease his boyfriend about. "Ravio, do you mind telling me about the Beans Incident?" "WHAT?! HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?"

They find a huge tome locked away in a red and white chest. "The Archive" it says in an ancient script that takes three Links and a Sheikah from Wild's era to decipher. It's some sort of magic that none of them recognize. Every time they close and open it again, there's a new entry in a different language. "Who wrote it?" "It looks like a collection of stories from many different people and times. Where the author's name should be, it simply reads "Our Own". "The Archive of Our Own?" "Yeah, it has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

The boys receive a map and go treasure hunting, but it doesn’t lead them to what they expect. What do they find?

Looking for ideas, no matter how crazy!

[needfantasticstories]

Name an activity you would propose to do with people if you could meet up in real life. Mine: root beer taste-testing, plus snacks like cheese and crackers and fruit while we chill and chat.

@hotcheetohatredwastaken @not-freyja @elle-rosewater @somer-writes @wanderlustmagician @majorproblems77 @la-sera @baileyboo2016 @noorahqar @deleetrix @gia-d @skyward-floored @gintrinsic @linkiscool333 @lerikwrites @across-violet-skies @marcusdoodlesalot @passerinesoncaffeine @ravenwithawritingdesk @ovegakart @weavingstarlight @arr-u @thepinklink

I know I have more mutuals and people I follow but I don’t have space on my phone screen to see much more.

Tag mutuals if you want! see what people enjoy!

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Celebration: 88,978 Words in One Day!

Just yesterday, a few other LU writers and I, Hot Cheeto Hatred, hosted our first ever monthly (hopefully) Write-a-thon! This event ran on June 4 from 12 am EST to 12 am EST, with one goal in mind---write as many productive words within that day as humanly possible. Words included in the final marathon count ranged from storyboarding, fic writing, editing, answering comments, journalling and homework---basically, any words that furthered yourself, the writing community at large, or your stories. We utilized either the Discord Sprint bot or self-reporting to collect the numbers at the end. Everyone involved gave it their all, with most of them being present for most if not all of the run time as they were able, and I'm so proud of their dedication towards their craft. Anyways, here's the final breakdown of the numbers below, as well as the awards and titles earned by each participant, as decided by the discord server (and myself at random).

Now onto the awards:

I am pleased to report that @not-freyja (Freyja above) won the "Writer of All Time" Award, pulling ahead with 20,565 of our total words. What an accomplishment! Freyja participated from dawn to well, dawn, and they absolutely deserve all praise and awe.

I'm giving myself, @hotcheetohatred (Cheeto), the award "Writer of Some Time," as I fell behind our lovely Freyja by a mere few hundred words fifteen minutes before the clock struck midnight. Next time, Freyja, next time...

The "Actually A Writer" award goes to @marcusdoodlesalot (Marcus), who, despite the name, DOES actually write, not just draw! Who would have thought. Not Freyja, that's for sure.

The "Early Bird" award goes to @lerikwrites (Lerik), who solely sprinted in the wee hours of the morning (my time, at least). Terrible. Good job.

"Star Commentor" goes to @elle-rosewater (Eliot), because I stole most of her words for the count from my own comment section in the BDOR Prologues. We love you, Eliot :3 Can't wait to see you next month.

"Cheerleader" goes to @la-sera, who gave us much encouragement throughout the day. I stole your 19 words from you saying you were excited to read Estelian's work. Hope that's okay, because I really wanted to include you---you provided a lot, even if you didn't write with us this time <3.

@whumpitywhumpitywhumpity (Dowsemaxxer) earns "Spirit-ed Storyboarder" for all of his lovely, informative talk on Spirit and just what makes him so great as a rather underappreciated LU boy.

Two awards next! "Chief Editor" and "Most Student" both go to @unexpectedstormy (Stormy) for faer work on getting. stuff. done. Fae did a steady amount of work, so proud.

"Editor (of Word Count) in Chief" goes to @tashacee (Tash), who, at reporting time, was scrounging up 100 and 200 word bits like spare change while I desperately tried to do math. I love you, never change.

The title of "Specter" goes to @somer-writes (Somer), who logged in very few sprints, but participated with the rest of us and pulled up at the end with a whole 7.5K words and a bunch of fics to post at the end, with a lot of it being Ghost AU! He's amazing.

The award "Better Late than Never" goes to our resident artist and recently turned fic-writer @estelian-01 (Este), who joined only in the last half of the marathon but managed to pull a whole 4K! Pictures might be worth a thousand words, but Este wrote a couple more anyway.

@across-violet-skies (Riv) gets the title "Mover and Shaker (of Blorbos)" for managing to participate and get quite the hefty wordcount only a DAY after moving. They're a trooper, that's for sure.

@anime-obsessed (Vio/Nene) earns the award "Most Old School" for writing with pen and paper for most of the day. Please go rest your wrist after all of that.

The award "Head in the Clouds" goes to my bestie and beloved beta reader @needfantasticstories (Skip), who spent the day listening to music and writing Skyloft drabbles. I am nervous/excited to see if those drabbles turned out fluffy as a Loftwing, or perhaps into something more angsty.

@noorahqar (Qar), my lovely fragile Victorian wife, earns the title "Chatty." You know why. But you were there nearly all of the run time, and so engaging and encouraging throughout---a blessing to us all. And even then, you managed to pull so many words. I'm impressed.

And finally, @rosehipandroots / @rosetintedtears (Rose) receives the titles "ndskanefnre" (self chosen) and "Birthday Santa." The first was borne of panic of being asked to choose a title---the second of her relentless effort to get her birthday fics done. Great job.

I'd like to thank everyone that I tagged for participating in the write-a-thon, and thank all of you for helping me draft this post as well. If I messed up any word counts or details or pronouns, you want to request a title/award change, or I missed someone, please DM and let me know! The next Write-a-thon will be held on July 1 from 12am to 12am GMT, and we'll be trying to beat our record. Can't wait to see all of you then!

[estelian-01]

Happy Birthday @lerikwrites!!!! I hope you enjoy this drawing made especially for you! I present you with Sidlink!!!! Hope you have an awesome day!!!!

[arecaceae175]

WIP Folder Game

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I have SO MANY hehehe. Thanks so much for the tag @gintrinsic-writing!

I’ll tag @wildsage00 @the-sleepydetective @majorproblems77 @lerikwrites @somer-writes @echoing--stars @zarvasace @zartophski @shade-pup-cub and anyone else who wants to play can be tagged my me :D

[a-manicured-lawn]

WIP ask game, artist edition! (writing welcome too)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs

thanks for the tag, Tash! ya caught me in the middle of schoolwork so i'm kinda low on anything LU but hey! it says WIP! that includes WIP grant proposals, right?

Art

none, i blame schoolwork and a lack of skill :/

Writing

(academic)

Genetics Proposal

Oswald Avery Ego-Stroking

(fun)

A statue's pep talk

MeDocSa

Spirit Shit-Talk Server

Easter Sunday Road Trip

Wind's Corpse Likes to Help

BLTeam

uhhhh that's 7 wips so i suppose @breannasfluff, @dark-angel-of-muses, @arecaceae175, @marcusdoodlesalot, @lerikwrites, @taddy-cat, @doodled-chai COME GET SOME FUNNNNNN

[needfantasticstories]

@lerikwrites @unexpectedstormy

LOZ x Dunmeshi crossover

[lerikwrites]

Linens

[A snippet of a possible series of one-shots about LU Wild being trans and dealing with a sudden and completely unexpected "cycle". Tw: dysphoria, mentions of unsafe binding, internalized transphobia, and uncomfortably feminine coded words for periods]

It had to be some sort of sick joke. An impossibly personal final “fuck you” delivered by the Goddesses. Wild scowls at his reflection in the river in front of him. The reflection staring back at him is just as angry, but the low light made it difficult to tell if his face had softened its angles. Tilting his head to one side and then another he scrutinizes the curve of his jaw. It isn’t noticeable, he tells himself, at least not enough that anyone has commented on it, yet. With a huff he scrubs the last of the thick, dark blood a little too forcibly out of the linen rags and wrings them as dry as he can. They are still too damp to store and he doesn’t have the luxury of hanging them with the rest of The Chain’s laundry. He squints up at the trees swaying above him in the twilight breeze before scrambling up the nearest trunk to drape them across the most hidden branch. Not as sanitary, but much less likely to be accidentally discovered by a team member. They had set up camp earlier in the evening before Wild slipped away to attend to his new Old Problem.

-

Two days ago he found himself staring at the red spots in his trousers in shock. They had stopped at an inn and Wild was thanking every deity he could name for having privacy in his panic, then cursed them all back over for bringing back one last memory. Womanhood. Memories of painful wrappings rubbing his chest raw on training days, washing bloody linens in secret, and Robbie’s intense scrutiny of the scars on his chest were now colored with a context he wished he had never recovered. That pitying look Flora had once given him when he asked why he was allowed to be her personal guard unchaperoned and her refusal to give a straight answer suddenly made more sense. She must have known, but who else did? Wild sat there frozen as each spiraling thought brought flashes of Before showing him the deal he made with the Royal Guard when it was found out that he had joined with a false identity. The lengths he went through to never speak aloud lest he accidentally reveal again the terrible secret that should have gotten him discharged from the Royal Guard or even killed if it weren’t for his skill and reputation. He touched the scars of his chest through his shirt and felt the edges of another missing memory fraying at the ends of his thoughts. The frustration that there was somehow still more his mind was hiding from him made him ache. Wild had never joined the rest of The Chain in a public bath so the differences between his body and theirs never came up. Why he couldn’t stand the thought of being bare in the water was written away as anxiety left over from the Shrine of Resurrection. He hadn’t pressed the issue, so they didn’t either. All of them have enough trauma and triggers to know when to simply let certain things be. It was a fuzzy wrongness that left him to slip away and wash alone when he needed to. It was too much all at once and the wave of shame, fear, guilt, and the exhaustion of a lifetime of hiding pulled tears into his eyes and constricted his chest. With shaking hands he frantically swiped through the inventory on the Sheikah Slate to look for something, anything he could use to hide away what he knew would be coming in the next few days. In a group of men, he flinched at the thoughts curling at the edges of his mind, there was no need for supplies for a "woman’s" bleeding. Using medical wrappings felt wrong but there was no other option available. Maybe the woman who had checked them in had supplies for guests? Wild took in a deep steadying breath and gathered himself back up to exit the toilets behind the bathhouse. He passed a sunny Wind on the way and forced a tight-lipped smile at the pirate. Wind’s own smile faltered but Wild walked faster before he could ask any questions. The rest of The Chain were bathing without him as usual so he should have enough time to find a solution before anyone noticed anything amiss. He made his way to the inn’s counter and waited awkwardly while the young woman from before helped an elderly couple check in. He rehearsed his question over and over in his head in an attempt to calm his nerves, yet felt them tick up at every repetition. When the couple stepped away Wild lurched forward to the counter’s edge a little too quickly and the woman took a step back in surprise.

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled and forced himself to meet the woman’s eyes.

“What can I do for ya?” she pulled on a barely-there customer service smile. It was already getting late and she looked tired. 

Wild tried to smile back at her and placed his hands on the counter to keep from fidgeting before he spoke, “Do you have, ah, linens?”

“Linens?” she tilted her head, “Did your room not have the proper bedding?”

“No, no,” Wild quickly scanned the room to see if Wind had decided to follow him. He paused and waited for the elderly couple to step out of earshot. “Linens,” he repeats quietly with a deep flush, “for bleeding.”

The woman’s eyes widened, “Are you injured, sir?!”

Wild flushed deeper and fought the urge to not duck behind the front of the counter, “No! For, uh,” he floundered for a moment as she looked him over from across the counter with concern, “linens for women’s…needs.”

She blinked at him and her face went through a series of expressions that Wild did not like. Confusion, calculation, and finally settling on distrust. “But your party is made up of men and boys,” she stated and narrowed her eyes.

“She’s coming later,” Wild blurted out.

“She can get them herself when she checks in tomorrow morning.”

“She’s coming tonight,” Wild’s voice raised slightly higher in pitch in his panic.

The woman crossed her arms, brows drawn together in outrage and lips downturned in disgust, “You have a woman coming into this establishment, to join a group of men. Tonight.” Each part of her statement was punctuated with sharp consonants and gritted teeth. Wild’s face paled and eyes widened when he realized the many layers of insinuation being woven into the statements passed between them. His eyes darted around the room once more and he pulled his hands back off the countertop. The woman waited with a tapping foot and a snarl that was growing by the second.

Wild dumped an obscene amount of rupees onto the counter between them, “Please,” he begged, at a loss to find any words that would make the situation any better. The conversation was going worse in ways he simply could not keep up with and he was getting desperate.

“Double it,” she snapped, “I’m the one who has to clean your rooms tomorrow.” They stared each other down for a few moments before he crumpled and complied.

Wild winced at the growing pile of money and threw an opal on top for good measure. With an incredulous scoff she stashed the rupees and gem in a drawer and glared at him again before throwing a handful of fabric at his face, “Never come back here again, you hear? And you better clean up after yourselves.”

“Thank you,” Wild squeaked and ducked his head.

“Get outta my sight.”

“Yes, ma’am”

The young woman’s jaw dropped, “Not a ma’am!”

“Yes, sir?”

“Excuse me?!”

Wild ran out the room.

-

[layraket]

bro you're a blessing ilysm /p

lerik im gonna cry /pos

[arecaceae175]

WIP Ask Game

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you for the tags @zartophski, @echoing--stars, and @seaotter-17!!!!! This one is fun

LU WIPs I’m actively working on

Early Onset AU

Gratitude

In Defense Of Honor

Authenticity

Other LU WIPs

Sky sad

Sky does a panik ™

Sky CI fic

Sky has POTS compilation

Time and Malon fluff

Time proud

Prince Sky

Heroes Spirit WIPs

Park ranger smoothie shop au

Trans Cori snail fic

Bonus Links WIPs

War borf fic

Loft and wolf fluff

:D! Send an ask with a title and I’ll give you a snippet!

No pressure tags @the-sleepydetective @lerikwrites @majorproblems77 @hyah-through-hyrule @cutebutalsostabby @zarvasace @gintrinsic-writing @noorahqar and anyone else who wants to play can be tagged by me!!

[wanderlustmagician]

@somer-writes @marcusdoodlesalot @lerikwrites

society really lost the war when dressing nice / slutty = “gay” “metrosexual” “is he 💅🏻”. we had decades of men wearing crop tops and short shorts without blinking an eye and now it’s ye ole pilgrim standards and talk of scandal if they show their knees

[marcusdoodlesalot]

WIP ask game, artist edition! (writing welcome too)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs

thank you for the tags both Lawn and Tash <3 I dont really have too much but I have a few

ART

Twi in a dress part three

CHARCOAL HELL

WRITING

Dog Gone Tired

Pretty Privilege

Dates! Fresh Dates! Get 'Em While They're Hot!

The Bean Fic

First Time for Everything (this one is probably not going to be posted)

That's seven but I'm nervous so I'll tag as many as I'm comfortable with!

@hotcheetohatredwastaken @somer-writes @wanderlustmagician @lerikwrites @noorahqar

okay :D

[lerikwrites]

Should

[Back at it again with the angsty one-shots of trans Wild. Similar tw's apply: dysphoria, periods, internalized transphobia, ONE LINE describing some past gore/severe injury (everyone is fine), misgendering]

“Hyrule, how exactly does your healing work?”

“Oh! You scared me, Wild,” Hyrule perks up from his shady spot beneath the cedar trees, “You’re so quiet sometimes.” He puts down the sweetgrass he was braiding, holds out his hands, and considers them while he thinks over the question. “It’s kind of like,” he wiggles his fingers and takes a second to think about how the magic feels when it passes from his hands and through the body of another, “I think it just puts things back how they should be.”

“How they should be?” Wild’s voice is tight. Hyrule notes again how quiet and still Wild is, not fiddling with one thing or another how he tends to when a new idea pops into his head.

“Yeah. I think that’s why it leads to minimal scarring compared to standard healing and certain weaker potions.” Hyrule gestures towards Wild’s torso. “That’s how come you don’t have a new line at your waist from that fight a few weeks ago. And your insides are back…inside.”

“Right,” they both grimaced at the memory. Another near-death to add to Wild’s growing list of terrible nightmares. Healing fixes the physical problem, but it cannot take away the memory of slick viscera slipping through Wild’s fingers as he tried to simply shove it back in. He had finally stopped when shock jackknifing through his system made his hands shake too much and his vision blur around the edges. At least he didn’t remember much after that. Hyrule didn’t have that luxury. The traumatic wound in question is Wild’s current running theory for how the Old Problem has reared its ugly head once again. However, instead of feeling accomplished in solving the riddle, Wild is stuck on a single word from Hyrule’s explanation: should.

“Alright. Thank you,” Wild abruptly pulls himself away before any other thoughts come bubbling up from his brain and out through his mouth. Hyrule lets out a questioning hum but doesn’t try to pull him back. As Wild stalks away with his shoulders hiked up to his ears Hyrule stares after him and frowns. Odd for the champion to be so tight-lipped again. Usually once one question comes up, the following questions come so quickly Wild could even give the group chatterbox, Wind, a run for his money. It was a shock at first to hear the champion speak so much all at once, but the group did their best to encourage the new communication. When they first found Wild he had been quiet and guarded. Often preferring signing and few stilted words when his hands were otherwise occupied. He had since opened up and let his oddities blend into the general chaos of the group. Wild’s current behaviour was unusual and worrying.

Wild walks in a straight line through the trees away from where Hyrule was sat, not far enough to get lost but enough to feel a sense of privacy. His thoughts are whirring and whipping through his mind adding to his growing headache. He pulls out his hair tie and tugs his fingers through the strands in an attempt to lessen the pressure in his skull. It doesn’t and the realization of why makes it worse. Headaches were another wretched thing to contend with when the Old Problem rolled in. Once during training it had gotten so bad he was sent to a medic. The well-intentioned gentlemen had suggested blood-letting and Wild couldn’t even begin to explain the irony of the treatment before stomping off to go back to sparring. Wild rolls his eyes and kicks a rock out of his way. Hyrule’s cheerful explanation of his own healing snakes its way back into his head. The word “should” winds itself into coils and constricts his thoughts into a heavy weight behind his eyes. If the world was how it “should” be then everything would be fine. He should have been born a boy. At the very least he should have been a grateful daughter. He should have been happy with everything Hylia blessed him with. A loving family, a comfortable childhood, and a strong body with a resilient mind. He should have been the one to take over his family’s property and provide for his parents instead of joining the Royal Guard with a false identity. He should have been a better soldier and kept it together when suspicion and rumors threatened to undo everything he had worked so hard for. He should have been able to support the Princess while she was learning how to unlock her powers instead of falling to a Guardian in Blatchery Plain. He certainly should not have failed the one thing Hylia put him on this path to do. If it even was his path. Maybe in his greed to want something other than the life he was given, he threw off the Goddess’ plans and was now forced to bear the burdens of a real champion, now lost to history. Instead, he was an imposter. A woman trying too hard to be something she’s not, and now being dragged onto yet another quest doomed to fail the moment the other heroes find out the truth.

“Augh!” he growls as an exposed root catches his boot and sends him tumbling face-first into the dirt and musty leaves of the forest floor. Wild huffs and rolls over to squint at the sunlight coming through the leaves in the trees above him. Getting lost in what should have been has never served him before and it certainly isn’t now. Gently he presses the heels of his palms against his closed eyes and breathes in deep. A tear rolling off the side of his cheek falls into his ear and he grimaces at the wet sensation. The rot of the damp leaves below him fills his nose and grounds him. He takes in another deep breath and stays still to catalogue the other scents and sounds around him. Legend had taught him that technique after a panic attack left him in a state of overwhelm a few months back. Despite their quirks and short spats, the other heroes always had the best intentions towards each other. The thought makes Wild feel guilty again. Hyrule didn’t mean anything by it and he knows. The word that has chased Wild and nipped at his heels since childhood is not something he can hold against the healer. Nobody knows his secret, and it’ll have to stay that way.