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[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

They are besties your honor

[goddessoffirefumbles]

Watching the heroes directly compare their experiences is so much fun! And the 'forest spirit' statue comes back up! Gotta love the Veteran knowing more than the others about some monsters and blowing their minds. Not sure exactly what the Captain is doing, but he's certainly showing off his own experience with looking after fairies. Time is just disturbed and Four bemoans his past experiences! XD

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[chookoflan]

I found some tiktok images that i thought were like wahaha funny hilarious and i had to draw these guys with those texts

Small translation for final image, it just says homegrown potatoes lol

Will try to do more tomorrow bc i really liked doing these

[fattorimunin]

♀️🔄♂️

[blindbrilliance]

Have a Blue! He's my favorite color of Four, I love the way his hair tucks behind his ear. I altered his hoodie/tunic out of personal preference.

[christian-zelda]

Aw, poor Sky. It's not your fault buddy.

happy skyward sword day everyone :)

(quote from this scene from fire emblem awakening)

[bokettochild]

As promised ;)

[torturedacademicweapon]

I would like the abyss to know that whenever someone mentions my height (I’m 4’11”) I send this image of Four:

[weepingtalecowboy]

SHADOW IS THE TRUE INCARNATION OF DEMISE

Just realized that Shadow link might genuinely be ganondorf Levels of power

Like every other Dark or Shadow link was just a funny fight and fair at the very least

Then shadow pulls up with Several terrorism charges

NOT Including the arson , the bombs, the hammer (those are their own terror in itself , just the burned cities and towns)

This Wizard fuckery is a whole other thing

He can fucking clone himself and I think more people should talk about it

He can canonically shapeshift and abused that power to go ruin the links reputation to the ground

He can hold himself in an one v four

And annihilates you in a four v five

Ganon fails to kill a single boy in nearly every game

Meanwhile the just a day before created darkness of four swords link is busy fucking possessing people (poor dad … he probably deserved it)

Burning down half of Hyrule (no joke halfway through the game shadow link already had annihilated Hyrule

Causing a civil war

Bullying novice soldiers and teleports around with shadows

Like if he ain’t ganon level he is DEFINITELY Vaati level

The chain fighting over who is the worst shadow link : …

Four who know that it is his : …

Also parallels (shadow couldn’t stop at one link he needed to traumatize two full ones)

[bellymoonlight]

Chapter 1: part 7

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[goddessoffirefumbles]

A first dungeons for some of our Links! And the classic skulltula, plus the hazards of being in an enclosed space when before they were all outside. Our heroes are not used to dungeoneering with comrades their size! Only Four would be an exception, I thnk.

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[abbycrashing]

Homework Doodle Dump

[moonriver080]

【Sour Orange 1】

I've only had time to translate recently because I have important exams due to my studies (using very poor English and a translator to help, so please help me point out any mistakes if you find them)

P1：

Wind；little hungry（Still in the growing stage, with a heavy appetite （But not hungry enough for a proper meal.)

Wind：Wild！Do you have any more snacks? I seem to be getting a little hungry ......Pleeeeeaseeee

Wild：uh-huh

Warriors：WAIT！

Warriors：Wind. Don't you forget the last time you......（recollections）a little hungry→got a snack from the chef→meal times• ate the whole bowl again because it was so delicious→got a stomachache,but at the same time food energizes and heals.

Wind：But...I promise I'll only eat a little bit this time, and I'll eat well for dinner...

Wind：You're the best big brother ever.

Warriors：*cough*Okay, let me think... Think......Anyway, don't even think about the chef's snacks (especially the honey candies you'll be absolutely hyper for three days)

P2：

Warriors：Hey Sky! I remember you brought back a bag of oranges from the market.

Sky：We hadn't intended to buy them but the store manager saw us buying a lot of groceries so he gave them to us as a discount.I haven't seen this fruit in the skyloft, is it called orange?

Maybe we're thirsty after a long walk, why don't we just have one each, and give the extra to Wind.(Warriors/Wind：OK/OK!!）（Pass one to Four.

Four：I don't need ...... never mind, thanks（The book in Four's hand is 《How Steel is Made》）

Wild：（scrutinize）Humm

Wind：（Unseen fruit!）

Hyrule：Wow it's rind color looks like the color of Lege's sword! It's golden!（He's never seen it either）

Legend：Yeahyeah yes, （reminders）The skin has to be peeled. The rind is inedible.

Legend：scrutinize×2

Warriors：（Successful sneak attack.）

Time：Wow（He doesn't have much defense against his players and is in a relaxed state right now）

Twilight：I told you not to put it in my hat!

Warriors：Okay, okay, that's it. Enjoy your snacks.

[fourstarsoutofnine]

To get away, Chapter 5

Things we don’t speak of.

Not beta read lol

Tw: talks about ptsd and healing, and legend self loathing but are we surprised? No.

“So.” The traveler said, eyes drooping as he and the veteran walked out of your room. He was still exhausted.

“So.” The veteran mirrored him.

“Are we going to talk about that?”

The veteran took a deep breath and heaved a sigh. “Link. There are some things we don’t talk about… things we don’t speak of….” He took another breath. “This is one of them.”

“Often, those are the things we need to speak of most… you know I’ll understand more than anyone.” The traveler put a hand on his shoulder.

He turned to him slightly, a pained expression on his face. “…but will you? Will you really?”

“Have I ever given you a reason to think otherwise?”

The veteran stalled, looking off beside the traveler’s head. “…no.”

“Exactly. Let me in.” His grip on the vet’s shoulder tightened slightly. Comfortingly. That pressure was comforting.

The vet pulled him down the stairs and outside. He was never good at talking about his feelings and trauma, and goddesses forbid anyone else being around to hear it. He took a deep breath and looked off, not wanting to look the traveler in the face while he spoke.

“…one of my adventures consisted of…” he paused. “a dream. And that was the only time I’ve ever… trusted someone with—me… and that wound me up losing who at the time I was so sure was the love of my life. I lost her to this big stupid windfish. The entire thing was fake—it was the windfish’s dream and i had to wake him up. Marin was gone after that. The island was gone.” He fought back the bile rising in his throat. “It’s all just a distant memory now but-…. All the time, I’m terrified of waking up and everything being a dream. It’s like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like I can’t let myself be happy, and I hate it. Why do I do that? Why can’t I just let myself be happy?”

The veteran finally looked over at the traveler, tears in his eyes and threatening to spill. The traveler wrapped him in a tight hug. “Fear does that, Link. Creeps up on you. Sometimes you’ll go ages without thinking about it and then all of a sudden bam. You’re back in. You feel like you’ve been dragged back, claw marks in the dirt—but you haven’t. You don’t have to start over every time you have a flashback. And you don’t have to stop yourself from being happy… you can let yourself be happy. Don’t waste your life waiting on the other shoe will drop… Cause you’ll realize it never will, and realize you’ve spent so long trying to survive that you never lived.”

The veteran took a deep breath and his shoulders shook. He was crying. That soft, quiet cry developed into a sob as years of unprocessed trauma and heartbreak came forth, flowing out like a cup of wine left under a running tap. Healing.

“If—it happened so long ago—why does it still hurt so bad?” He choked out, muffled by the traveler’s tunic.

“It’s like a bone.” He said softly. “When a bone heals wrong, you have to break it again so it will heal properly. Then you can use it.” He rubbed his back.

The veteran felt small. He realized this was the smallest he’d ever felt in his life. He always saw the traveler as his younger brother. Someone he had to protect. Someone he loved more than himself…now, he felt like the little brother. Felt like a little boy. A kid. Cradled by his older brother, hidden away from what cruelty lies outside. Safe. The veteran felt safe.

“I’m sorry.” The traveler spoke again. “I’m so sorry that happened to you… and I’m sorry you didn’t have anyone there for you then… im sorry you feel like you need to be guarded all the time. You don’t… not with us, at least… we are all here for you. Anything you need…”

The vet nodded. He sat up and wiped his eyes, sniffling. “Thanks, man…” he sighed heavily, head feeling heavy and thick from crying. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and he hated it. He hated to cry. Hated feeling small and weak.

“A bone has to be rebroken before it can heal properly.” He remembered. He wasn’t weak. He was healing.

“Really.” He spoke again. “I really, really appreciate it… thank you.” He hugged him tight.

“Always. I’m always here. So are the others…” he pulled away when the veteran did. A cold breeze passed through them and they both shuddered. “We should get inside. You need sleep.”

“..i can’t go back in there with her. I don’t—“ the veteran tried to make excuses but they died on his tongue when the traveler put a hand on his shoulder.

“You can. Just go in there. You were rooming together anyway… she’s alright. Healed, thanks to whatever powers she’s got. Go sleep in a bed.” He smiled. “You’ll wish you had a bed to sleep in a few days from now.”

The veteran huffed a laugh for the first time in a good few days. “Got that right…” they made their way back inside. Everyone had gone to bed by now. They went up to their rooms, the traveler pausing while the veteran went inside. “Night, traveler.”

“Goodnight, vet.” He smiled. “Sleep well.”

The door clicked shut and the traveler went off to bed.

[tiredkiwilol]

Of Childhood and Heroes

Chapter 2

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In light of it being Legend (and Time)’s birthday today, here’s chapter 2 of of childhood and heroes from my drafts!! (Granted this is basically all Hyrule, but it’s the thought that matters ㅠㅠ)

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“No, that’s a stupid nickname, pick another one.”

The pink haired boy, now nicknamed Kit, scowled at him. “I’ve been! You’re just not saying yes to any of them!”

“Not my fault you have bad naming abilities,” Link countered, “Just let me keep my name and we’ll all be fine!”

“No! That’s not fair!” Kit yelled, stomping his foot.

“Alright, maybe y’all need a break from this nicknaming stuff. Let’s eat lunch and come back to…whatever this is,” the man in the pelt, Twilight, said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Link rolled his eyes. What would a break do? Kit obviously had horrible nickname ideas.

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“Stick!”

“No.”

“Tree!”

“No.”

“Leaf!”

“No! Now you’re just yelling out whatever you see!” Link crossed his arms, “This is stupid.”

Twilight sighed, “Hy-kid, you’ve been rejecting every other name we’ve tried. You have to be less picky about this.”

Link glared at the taller man, “I’m not being picky, his nicknames are just horrible!”

There was a bird call in the distance, breaking the glaring contest between the two.

“I know!” Kit yelled, jumping up in front of Link, “Roo! Like the bird call!”

“What? I’m not gonna be named after a stupid bird ca-“

“Roo it is!” Twilight exclaimed, pushing the seething boy away from Kit.

Link, now nicknamed Roo, looked to the other men for help, stomping his foot to the ground. “No! I don’t want to be called Roo! It’s stupid! No one has a name like that!”

Twilight looked at him, “We have people named after a number, nature, and time itself. I honestly think that your name is one of the less odd ones in this group.”

Roo glared at the older boy. He hates this group and their stupid, dumb, bad nicknames already.

A hand settled on his shoulder, causing Roo to startle and pull out his rusty dagger.

“Woah!” The hand left his shoulder quickly, pulling Roo’s eyes from the hand to a vibrant royal blue scarf, then finally to the blue war-torn eyes of the captain: Warriors.

“Don’t touch me,” Roo hissed, pulling himself further away from the group of heroes.

Warriors raised both hands in surrender, “I’m sorry, that was my bad. You just reminded me of someone I’m a bit more familiar with.”

Roo glared harder into the captain’s skull, trying to seem as large and intimidating as he could be.

Warriors sighed, “I just wanted to say that if you really hate it that much, you don’t have to go by Roo. We could pick you a new nickname without Kit’s influence.”

Roo looked up at the older man. His words seemed truthful, and he couldn’t detect any trickery or deceit in his eyes. Then Roo turned slightly to the side, looking at Kit excitedly chattering with Twilight and Sky about something that seemed to have them all enraptured, hands dancing in the air. Kit’s starlit eyes were innocent. Full of kindness that was rare in the world Roo lived in.

Roo felt something odd slide into his stomach. No matter how stupid this nickname system was, no matter how stupid Kit’s logic seemed to be about creating nicknames, Roo didn’t want to hurt that cheerful kid. After all, Roo wanted to be like the Hero of Legend and it was said that the Hero of Legend was kind to children, that he fought to protect the young from having to live in a world corrupted by darkness.

Roo knew that his world was far from perfect, that it was corrupted, maybe beyond healing. But even at eight years old he could see the life that was trying and struggling to grow. He saw it in the small, sickly flowers by Mama’s fountain. He saw it in the weeds struggling to sprout in the ashen soil. He saw it in the other scrappy and dirty kids his age running from town to town with a broken or rusty weapon in hand.

Roo may have been eight. He may have been stuck with a bunch of strangers who shared his name. He may have thought his nickname given to him by a cheerful pink-haired boy was stupid. But there was nothing that could make him kill off what good and innocence there still was in his decaying world.

Without the words to properly explain, to try and make the older man understand, Roo simply shrugged, saying, “I’m not gonna give you all a chance to give me a worse nickname. I’m sticking with this one.”

Once upon a time, Roo was named after his Mama’s other son. One that fell in the decayed world centuries before he was even born. She told him that his name was a name full of hope and a name fit for a fairy hero.

Link, now nicknamed Roo, wondered what his name might mean now. A name given to him by a boy with starlit eyes and a bright smile to rival the corruption his world was soaked in.

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This might seem extremely out of character, but I blame it off the fact that I couldn’t get Hyrule to talk. I think that even as a kid, Hyrule would be protective over his Hyrule and because I want to progress the story more, Hyrule’s gonna start becoming more fond of Legend. Next chapter will probably be a pov shift because Hyrule’s being a bit stubborn, but on the bright side you’ll see what some of the other Link’s are thinking soon!!